30 Days and 30 Nights: Day 20
Title: 30 Days and 30 Nights
Day: 20
Prompt: Animal Instinct
*Verse: G1 AU
Rating: NC-17
*Words: 2036
Other Characters: Prowl, Jazz
Warnings: mech/mech interfacing and kissing
Summary: Jazz gets Prowl to let loose his wild side
Notes: Ok, I totally blame Prowl and Jazz for the result of this prompt! They hijacked my muse and coerced her into writing this smut! So please enjoy - you don't want a cranky Prowl and Jazz now do you?
Cybertronian time references similar but not equal to our own: astrosecond ~ second, klick ~ minute, joor ~ hour, cycle ~ day, deca-cycle ~ week, orn ~ month, vorn ~ year
A/N: Mature content
Day 20: Animal Instinct
Most cycles whenever Jazz dropped by Prowl's office, unannounced, it was a welcomed break from the mundane. Prowl hated data work as much as the next much but he was duty bound to see it get done. Jazz knew this and his distractions were usually exceedingly pleasant and brought Prowl much relief to help him get through his work.
That being said, there were other cycles when Jazz dropped by he seemed hell-bent on driving Prowl into early termination. The saboteur's panache for being so illogical at times had caused Prowl's processor to ache so bad he wished it would explode just for some relief or Jazz would cause it to completely lock up and shut Prowl down on a few occasions.
This cycle, Jazz seemed in the mood to give Prowl a throbbing processor ache. And it was far too early in the cycle for a processor ache.
"What do you mean?"
"Ya know, haven't ya ever wanted to jus' let loose, be wild…ya know…let that primal, basic animal instinct be in control?"
"Jazz, I'm the SIC. I do not have time or the luxury to let loose or be wild. Besides, I am often in touch with one particular basic animal instinct."
"Really? What might that be?"
"Survival," Prowl replied dryly. "It is often a theme of any battle plan I come up with."
Jazz frowned.
"What? Would you rather me let loose and go wild, beating the slag out of your aft for constantly interrupting my work?"
"Ya never know," Jazz smirked, trailing a finger over the ridge of Prowl's doorwing. "I might like that."
Prowl put down his stylus, looking directly into his lover's visor. He recognized that devious look and whimsical smirk. It usually caused Prowl to fall behind in his work, and not always in a good way.
"What do you really want, Jazz?" Prowl asked after a few moments.
"What's what?"
"You want something. What is it?"
"Well…Ratchet thinks ya're workin' too hard again. He was this close to issuin' a medical lock down on yar terminal. But I stopped 'im."
"You stopped him?" Prowl asked in disbelief.
"Ok, I bribed 'im into not doin' it. An' I promised 'im I'd see to it personally that ya took at least one cycle off to have some relaxin' fun."
"Why do I get the impression that the kind of relaxing fun you have in mind has something to do with…'letting loose'?"
"Ya know me too well, Prowler," Jazz smirked.
Two joors later in a private sparring room…
Jazz ducked, knowing he just narrowly avoided Prowl's ped. Sticking to rule number one of the rules he laid down, Jazz's visor remained offline making him blind. But he could feel and hear the air whoosh over his helm from Prowl's kick. Much to Jazz's delight, Prowl was definitely still following the second rule to the letter and wasn't holding back. Jazz truly felt the power in that kick even though it missed its target!
"That would have hurt mech!" Jazz chuckled.
"You did instruct me not to hold back," Prowl remarked as they exchanged blows. "Do you wish to restructure the rules?"
"No way mech! My pride's on the line 'ere."
"I thought this was supposed to be relaxing fun. What does pride have to do with that?"
"My audio's against yar doorwings, mech. Which is better when the optics are offline?"
"Then you need to step it up. According to my calculations, I've landed more punches and have knocked you to the floor more times."
Jazz suddenly lunged thinking he targeted precisely where Prowl was.
It was a mistake.
He allowed his emotions or his pride mostly, to dictate his actions. As a result, for the fifth time, Jazz ended up face first on the floor, with Prowl pouncing and pinning him firmly down.
"Do you concede?"
"This round. I'll get ya next round."
"If you say so, Jazz," Prowl laughed, offering a hand to help Jazz up.
Jazz grumpily pushed it away getting to his own peds. Then he proceeded to grumble and curse himself as he stomped around preparing himself for the next round.
"Perhaps we should stop," Prowl suggested.
"No way, mech!"
"But you don't sound as if you're having fun."
"I am havin' fun!" Jazz snapped.
He frowned when he heard Prowl exhale heavily.
"Sorry Prowler. I just get competitive."
"I'm fully aware," Prowl spoke softly. "I'm ready when you are."
Jazz didn't hesitate and rushed silently at Prowl. The winged mech made a counter moved from what Jazz could hear, adjusting accordingly. Once again, their hands locked onto each other's forearms and they did a familiar wrestling dance.
At roughly the same height and weight, neither mech could gain the advantage over the other. If Jazz moved his peds quickly one way, Prowl moved perfectly to counter. Right. Left. Forward. Back. Neither one making any ground until Prowl suddenly went down when Jazz pushed forward with a growl. Surprised, Jazz toppled onto Prowl and then angrily jumped up to his peds.
"What the frag was that?" Jazz demanded.
"You beat me."
"Don't hand me that slag, Prowl! I don't need ya charity!"
Prowl didn't respond. In fact the room went eerily silent. Jazz sighed, realizing he'd upset the mech.
"Listen babe, I'm sorry. Ya know I love ya to bits. But I don't want ya to compromise yarself like that ever again. If I beat ya, it has to be fair. Ok?"
Silence was his response.
"Prowl?" Jazz called worriedly, wondering if he overreacted like he often did when he upset Prowl.
"Ok, Jazz."
Jazz stiffened upon hearing Prowl's voice over a comlink. So Prowl wasn't mad nor was he too upset. If Prowl was mad Jazz would have known it immediately. The mech never hesitate to let his temper erupt around Jazz. It used to be something Jazz loved to do when he first met Prowl only because the mech was so calm about everything.
No, the fact that Prowl used his comlink meant he was seriously hiding in the open room from Jazz. Not allowing any kind of a sound to give away his position to Jazz's ultra sensitive audio receptors in his sensory horns.
Accepting the challenge, Jazz smiled going into his own stealth mode hoping Prowl's sensitive doorwings didn't pick up his movements. The thrill of the hunt was like jolt of electricity coursing through his systems. It was a rush and he thrived on it.
However, ten clicks passed and neither mech made a move at each other. But Jazz wasn't motionless and he knew Prowl was moving around the room too. Just when he thought he had a bead on the mech he found nothing in the area.
Then all of a sudden Jazz detected a change in the air pressure around him and turned. A heavy, fast moving weight slammed into Jazz, driving him hard on his back onto the floor. A low, menacing, deep, guttural growl sounded in his audios vibrating his sensitive sensory horns. The frequency was at the perfect pitch, making his horns tingle in a way he hadn't anticipated.
He gasped at the sensation, as the pleasant tingles traveled down his spinal relays, unable to control himself and in an instant lips crushed against his hard and fast, Prowl's glossa penetrated quickly, claiming what was his. Powerful legs clamped down over Jazz's making it impossible for him to get any kind of leverage. And strong, knowing hands and agile fingers stroked and teased him relentlessly and any thoughts of struggling against the onslaught flew out the proverbial window.
Jazz's senses were overwhelmed. Literally! He couldn't tell which was up or down, right from left. It felt like Prowl was all around him, enveloping him. Every caress was electric making Jazz squirm with pleasure. Every kiss was spark racing making him moan with rapture.
The first overload hit Jazz so hard and fast that he cried out more out of surprise, arching into his lover.
Jazz barely had a chance to recover when he felt the thick smooth spike of his love penetrate him slowly, deliberately, filling him completely. Jazz smiled into the deeply passionate kiss when he realized his first overload was brought on by mere touch alone.
Once again, Jazz quickly felt as if he was drowning in sea of bliss, consumed by his lovers knowing touches, fiery kisses. With each powerful push into his core, an unrelenting, rolling tide of pleasure washed through Jazz again and again. Wave after wave slowly built up within until one final surge explosively pushing him over the edge, making his cry of delight echo loudly through the room.
But Jazz refused to completely succumb to dark oblivion just yet. With his systems still reeling from the pleasurable onslaught, Jazz forced himself to remain online. He knew Prowl hadn't overloaded yet. And from the sounds of the frustrating whimpers and grunts and by the almost frantic, wild way Prowl was pounding into Jazz, his lover was in dire need of some help.
A carefully aimed and accurately calibrated magnetic pulse hit Prowl's spark temporarily dazing him and all his systems. As intended, Jazz felt his lover's form relax just enough to bring him down from his frenzied high which in turn would enable him to enjoy what Jazz was more than willing to offer.
With a low growl, Jazz nibbled and suckled along Prowl's neck making the winged moan loudly. Knowing hands moved over his lover's form, releasing the faintest of mag pulses, making Prowl tremble in his arms. Lifting his knees, Jazz hugged Prowl's hips with his legs, rocking suggestively against his lover.
Prowl rip off a predatory growl and started plunging into Jazz once more over and over. This time Jazz moved in perfect unison with his lover. Every stroke, squeeze, kiss, suckle, or scratch designed to bring Prowl closer to his pinnacle. Jazz would do anything and everything so he could see that one brief moment of pure, unmasked, bliss spread across his love's faceplates.
When his lover's pace picked up and grew rather desperate once again, Jazz onlined his optics at just the right moment just as Prowl let loose a long, primal roar at the moment of his release. The view was brief but oh so beautiful in Jazz's optics. A sight he never, ever got tired of seeing. An affectionate smile spread across his faceplates as his own overload jolted his systems knocking him completely offline.
Ever so slowly, Jazz powered up his visor as he lay on the floor in a pleasurable daze. Checking his internal chronometer he found he'd been offline for a about ten klicks after his third overload. There still in his arms and inside him was his lover, helm resting on his chest satiated with a dopey grin on his faceplates.
"Primus, Prowler, yar an animal," Jazz giggled, tenderly caressing that handsome face.
Prowl's deep laugh rumbled through Jazz's chassis, making him tighten his arms around his lover.
"I mean ya really let loose!"
The winged mech lifted his head up and Jazz grinned brightly at the adoration and mirth in his mech's rich cobalt optics. It was a sight he was always humbled by as Prowl only reserved such looks for Jazz and only Jazz.
"What can I say, Jazz? You just have a way of bringing the animal out in me," Prowl smiled fondly, softly stroking one Jazz's sensory horns.
"Hmm," Jazz purred, offlining his visor and leaning into Prowl's affections.
"What is it my love?" Prowl whispered when Jazz exhaled heavily.
"I'm definitely gonna have to work on bringin' that animal out more often!"
The End.