Fic: The Peril of My Spark (chapter 8)
Title: The Peril of My Spark
Chapter: 8/17
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: M
Warnings: Off-screen violence, light smut, spark interfacing
Relationships: Prowl/Sideswipe/Sunstreaker
Characters: Prowl, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Jazz
Summary: G1. Earth. Prowl is slowly dying. There is something that could save him, but is he ready to do it?
Chapter 8 of 17
When the end of the shift approached, Prowl felt a weird tingle, which he had learned to associate with enthusiasm. Today would be his fifth date with the twins and they had promised to take him outside of the Ark. What they had planned, the second in command didn’t know. He was curious and he would have had his ways to find out, but he let the twins keep their surprise. It was important to them.
They had taken things slowly. Casual touches here and there, smiles and laughter. The tactician had noticed that he had felt better with the twins than he had in a very long time. Jazz always wanted to know the smallest details on their dates, but Prowl knew that it was only because the saboteur cared about him.Well, not only, but the second in command knew that Jazz wouldn’t gossip.
They were all a little unsure about their relationship, all for different reasons. The tactician had a hard time believing that someone could like him as he was. He thought he was a boring by any standard. He also didn’t believe he was as good looking as the twins or Jazz had claimed. He was just an ordinary Praxian enforcer model. Nothing special. Unlike the twins who were sight for sore optics, not to mention their alt modes, which were gorgeous. He was just an ordinary police car.
The second in command pushed his insecurity aside and stacked the last datapad neatly on top of the previous one. He would take those to Optimus and then all of his work was done. There was a lot that he could still do, and previously would have done, but now those datapads could wait until tomorrow. He had other plans - again.
Optimus was in his office when the tactician took the datapads to him. The matrix-bearer wished him a good evening and smiled knowingly. Did everyone know he had a date today? Jazz had visited him in middle of his shift, brought him an energon cube, and told him the latest rumors. This was a regular occurrence - what was new, was that Prowl was in the middle of those rumors. The second in command’s very young relationship with the twins had been received in positive light. Those who happened to mention something negative within the twins audio range received more than just a bruised ego. Prowl had been forced to lecture those two on the subject. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were not famous for their diplomatic skill.
The tactician was on time at the Ark’s main entrance. He heard two very familiar engines before he saw them cruise in to view. The twins radiated energy.
“Ready to go?” Sideswipe asked.
“Yes”, Prowl answered shortly.
“Follow me.” Sideswipe said and shot ahead.
The second in command transformed and followed the red frontliner. Sunstreaker followed suit. They headed out one after the other in a surprisingly moderate fashion. The tactician only had to remind Sideswipe about the speed limits a few times. The red frontliner kept up the conversation and the others joined in more frequently than on their first date. They were starting to become familiar with each other.
A couple of hours later they drove through a forest to a private racing track. Sideswipe transformed back and looked quite smug. The first in command let his sensors sweep the area before he transformed.
“What do you say? The place is ours for a few hours”, Sideswipe said and smiled enthusiastically.
“Sounds nice”, Prowl answered. The tactician felt his enthusiasm grow. He hadn’t really raced after they shipwrecked here. Until presented with the opportunity he hadn’t realised how much he had missed it.
“We should drive a couple of laps before the main event, so we can familiarize ourselves with the course”, Sideswipe said while he sending the map of the track to the second in command. This place was nothing compared to what they had had on Cybertron, but by human standards this was a good track.
The red frontliner beaconed the tactician to get started first. Prowl nodded and transformed back to his Datsun form and shot ahead. The second in command heard how the twins started after him. Soon they were on both sides of him. The track was wide enough for them to do so. They drove in silence.
::The real deal starts after the next corner:: Sideswipe said and two engines roared in agreement.
They approached starting line neck to neck. The tactician knew his enthusiasm was easy to read and he knew he wasn’t the only one. The twins were famous for their unauthorized races and Prowl had punished them often for it. The situation was a different now. How the twins had been able to rent the whole track only for their use, the second in command didn’t know, but he could appreciate it. The best way to do that was to give the twins a hard race. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were indeed fast, but so was he.
They crossed the line and the red frontliner shot himself up to first place his engines squealing in protest and his brother followed him closely. Prowl took in the situation calmly and analyzed the twins movements. It happened automatically. He was a tactician after all. The twins clearly had no idea of his potential, so he could easily find a spot to make a flashy overtake. They were so flabbergasted that they couldn’t keep up.
“Holy slag. That was great”, Sideswipe said and transformed. Prowl and Sunstreaker transformed too. The red frontliner couldn’t stay still and jumped around enthusiastically. He took the second in command’s hand, pulled him closer and kissed him. Prowl and Sunstreaker froze. Suddenly Sideswipe realised what he was doing and jumped backwards.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was doing.” The red frontliner started panicking and waved his hands.”I didn’t mean-”
“I don’t mind”, Prowl interrupted surprising himself too.
Sideswipe watched him closely. “So you don’t mind if I do it again?” the red frontliner asked stepping closer to the tactician.
“I don’t mind”, the second in command repeated and closed the distance between them. Sideswipe put his hand carefully on Prowl’s back avoiding the doorwings. The first kiss had been hasty and unplanned. He hadn’t even realised what he was doing. This kiss he wanted to properly enjoy.
The tactician felt the red frontliner’s warm frame against himself. This was really happening. Sideswipe had kissed him and was going to do it again. The second in command felt his core temperature raise. Then the red frontliner was kissing him - Primus Sideswipe was a good kisser. Prowl felt himself melt in the red frontliner’s grip. Was this how it was supposed to feel? Nobody had ever kissed him with such passion.
Carefully Sideswipe loosened his grip and looked at right to the tactician’s blue optics. He liked what he saw. The second in command’s optics were a deeper blue than usually and I-want-you was clear for everybody to see. The red frontliner looked at his brother and gave a good-natured laughter.
“He wants to kiss you too, but is too shy to ask”, Sideswipe said and nodded toward his brother.
Prowl turned to look at Sunstreaker, who looked at them and realised he wanted to kiss him too. Did the yellow frontliner taste the same as his brother? The tactician gave his hand and Sunstreaker stepped hesitantly towards him. The second in command wrapped his hand around the yellow frontliner. He didn’t know where he got the strength to do so, but he didn’t care. Here and now, he wanted that kiss. Sunstreaker’s kiss was more primitive than his brother’s, but no less intensive. When they separated Prowl heard their cooling fans working.
“We didn’t plan this”, Sideswipe said.
“Which part. That you lose or the kiss”, the tactician teased.
“Neither”, Sunstreaker blurted out.
“Yes. How you were so fast?” the red frontliner asked now than his processor started working again.
“Enforcers have to be fast to catch law breakers. I’m also a tactician. Analyzing opponents is what I do.”
“Well, now we know. I hope you have other tricks too”, Sideswipe said.
“You will see”, Prowl said.
They decided to have a few more races and in the end they had to admit that they were even. Everyone won at least one race and nobody had fallen too far behind. Their time at the track ended and the tactician had to admit that he had had more fun than in a long time. How had the twins known that this was what he needed, when he hadn’t known it himself.
The drive back to the Ark was peaceful. The second in command didn’t even have to remind the twins about the speed limits. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker escorted him to his door.
“Can we kiss you a good night?” The red frontliner asked hesitantly. They hadn’t talked about the kisses after the fact.
Prowl blushed, but nodded. He didn’t trust his voice. Sideswipe kissed him first and the tactician felt how his spark started pulsing faster. The red frontliner took a step back and gave a room for his brother. Again their kisses were both similar and oh-so different. The twins wished him a good night and left
The tactician typed his code and the door opened. He stepped inside his quarters and decided to sit down on his couch to enjoy the after effects of the kisses. He had a few minutes of peace before his door bell chimed. Who would want to visit him this late? The second in command checked the time on his internal chronometer and was surprised. It wasn’t as late as he had thought. Prowl didn’t feel like standing up so he pinged the code to his door. Soon a lively Jazz stepped in with two energon cubes in his hand.
“Red Alert told me a couple interesting things, Prowler. I take it the date went well?” the saboteur said and smiled knowingly.
The tactician blushed, again. Of course Jazz had already heard about the kisses.
Next: Tracks causes problems.
Chapter: 8/17
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: M
Warnings: Off-screen violence, light smut, spark interfacing
Relationships: Prowl/Sideswipe/Sunstreaker
Characters: Prowl, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Jazz
Summary: G1. Earth. Prowl is slowly dying. There is something that could save him, but is he ready to do it?
Chapter 8 of 17
When the end of the shift approached, Prowl felt a weird tingle, which he had learned to associate with enthusiasm. Today would be his fifth date with the twins and they had promised to take him outside of the Ark. What they had planned, the second in command didn’t know. He was curious and he would have had his ways to find out, but he let the twins keep their surprise. It was important to them.
They had taken things slowly. Casual touches here and there, smiles and laughter. The tactician had noticed that he had felt better with the twins than he had in a very long time. Jazz always wanted to know the smallest details on their dates, but Prowl knew that it was only because the saboteur cared about him.Well, not only, but the second in command knew that Jazz wouldn’t gossip.
They were all a little unsure about their relationship, all for different reasons. The tactician had a hard time believing that someone could like him as he was. He thought he was a boring by any standard. He also didn’t believe he was as good looking as the twins or Jazz had claimed. He was just an ordinary Praxian enforcer model. Nothing special. Unlike the twins who were sight for sore optics, not to mention their alt modes, which were gorgeous. He was just an ordinary police car.
The second in command pushed his insecurity aside and stacked the last datapad neatly on top of the previous one. He would take those to Optimus and then all of his work was done. There was a lot that he could still do, and previously would have done, but now those datapads could wait until tomorrow. He had other plans - again.
Optimus was in his office when the tactician took the datapads to him. The matrix-bearer wished him a good evening and smiled knowingly. Did everyone know he had a date today? Jazz had visited him in middle of his shift, brought him an energon cube, and told him the latest rumors. This was a regular occurrence - what was new, was that Prowl was in the middle of those rumors. The second in command’s very young relationship with the twins had been received in positive light. Those who happened to mention something negative within the twins audio range received more than just a bruised ego. Prowl had been forced to lecture those two on the subject. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were not famous for their diplomatic skill.
The tactician was on time at the Ark’s main entrance. He heard two very familiar engines before he saw them cruise in to view. The twins radiated energy.
“Ready to go?” Sideswipe asked.
“Yes”, Prowl answered shortly.
“Follow me.” Sideswipe said and shot ahead.
The second in command transformed and followed the red frontliner. Sunstreaker followed suit. They headed out one after the other in a surprisingly moderate fashion. The tactician only had to remind Sideswipe about the speed limits a few times. The red frontliner kept up the conversation and the others joined in more frequently than on their first date. They were starting to become familiar with each other.
A couple of hours later they drove through a forest to a private racing track. Sideswipe transformed back and looked quite smug. The first in command let his sensors sweep the area before he transformed.
“What do you say? The place is ours for a few hours”, Sideswipe said and smiled enthusiastically.
“Sounds nice”, Prowl answered. The tactician felt his enthusiasm grow. He hadn’t really raced after they shipwrecked here. Until presented with the opportunity he hadn’t realised how much he had missed it.
“We should drive a couple of laps before the main event, so we can familiarize ourselves with the course”, Sideswipe said while he sending the map of the track to the second in command. This place was nothing compared to what they had had on Cybertron, but by human standards this was a good track.
The red frontliner beaconed the tactician to get started first. Prowl nodded and transformed back to his Datsun form and shot ahead. The second in command heard how the twins started after him. Soon they were on both sides of him. The track was wide enough for them to do so. They drove in silence.
::The real deal starts after the next corner:: Sideswipe said and two engines roared in agreement.
They approached starting line neck to neck. The tactician knew his enthusiasm was easy to read and he knew he wasn’t the only one. The twins were famous for their unauthorized races and Prowl had punished them often for it. The situation was a different now. How the twins had been able to rent the whole track only for their use, the second in command didn’t know, but he could appreciate it. The best way to do that was to give the twins a hard race. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were indeed fast, but so was he.
They crossed the line and the red frontliner shot himself up to first place his engines squealing in protest and his brother followed him closely. Prowl took in the situation calmly and analyzed the twins movements. It happened automatically. He was a tactician after all. The twins clearly had no idea of his potential, so he could easily find a spot to make a flashy overtake. They were so flabbergasted that they couldn’t keep up.
“Holy slag. That was great”, Sideswipe said and transformed. Prowl and Sunstreaker transformed too. The red frontliner couldn’t stay still and jumped around enthusiastically. He took the second in command’s hand, pulled him closer and kissed him. Prowl and Sunstreaker froze. Suddenly Sideswipe realised what he was doing and jumped backwards.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was doing.” The red frontliner started panicking and waved his hands.”I didn’t mean-”
“I don’t mind”, Prowl interrupted surprising himself too.
Sideswipe watched him closely. “So you don’t mind if I do it again?” the red frontliner asked stepping closer to the tactician.
“I don’t mind”, the second in command repeated and closed the distance between them. Sideswipe put his hand carefully on Prowl’s back avoiding the doorwings. The first kiss had been hasty and unplanned. He hadn’t even realised what he was doing. This kiss he wanted to properly enjoy.
The tactician felt the red frontliner’s warm frame against himself. This was really happening. Sideswipe had kissed him and was going to do it again. The second in command felt his core temperature raise. Then the red frontliner was kissing him - Primus Sideswipe was a good kisser. Prowl felt himself melt in the red frontliner’s grip. Was this how it was supposed to feel? Nobody had ever kissed him with such passion.
Carefully Sideswipe loosened his grip and looked at right to the tactician’s blue optics. He liked what he saw. The second in command’s optics were a deeper blue than usually and I-want-you was clear for everybody to see. The red frontliner looked at his brother and gave a good-natured laughter.
“He wants to kiss you too, but is too shy to ask”, Sideswipe said and nodded toward his brother.
Prowl turned to look at Sunstreaker, who looked at them and realised he wanted to kiss him too. Did the yellow frontliner taste the same as his brother? The tactician gave his hand and Sunstreaker stepped hesitantly towards him. The second in command wrapped his hand around the yellow frontliner. He didn’t know where he got the strength to do so, but he didn’t care. Here and now, he wanted that kiss. Sunstreaker’s kiss was more primitive than his brother’s, but no less intensive. When they separated Prowl heard their cooling fans working.
“We didn’t plan this”, Sideswipe said.
“Which part. That you lose or the kiss”, the tactician teased.
“Neither”, Sunstreaker blurted out.
“Yes. How you were so fast?” the red frontliner asked now than his processor started working again.
“Enforcers have to be fast to catch law breakers. I’m also a tactician. Analyzing opponents is what I do.”
“Well, now we know. I hope you have other tricks too”, Sideswipe said.
“You will see”, Prowl said.
They decided to have a few more races and in the end they had to admit that they were even. Everyone won at least one race and nobody had fallen too far behind. Their time at the track ended and the tactician had to admit that he had had more fun than in a long time. How had the twins known that this was what he needed, when he hadn’t known it himself.
The drive back to the Ark was peaceful. The second in command didn’t even have to remind the twins about the speed limits. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker escorted him to his door.
“Can we kiss you a good night?” The red frontliner asked hesitantly. They hadn’t talked about the kisses after the fact.
Prowl blushed, but nodded. He didn’t trust his voice. Sideswipe kissed him first and the tactician felt how his spark started pulsing faster. The red frontliner took a step back and gave a room for his brother. Again their kisses were both similar and oh-so different. The twins wished him a good night and left
The tactician typed his code and the door opened. He stepped inside his quarters and decided to sit down on his couch to enjoy the after effects of the kisses. He had a few minutes of peace before his door bell chimed. Who would want to visit him this late? The second in command checked the time on his internal chronometer and was surprised. It wasn’t as late as he had thought. Prowl didn’t feel like standing up so he pinged the code to his door. Soon a lively Jazz stepped in with two energon cubes in his hand.
“Red Alert told me a couple interesting things, Prowler. I take it the date went well?” the saboteur said and smiled knowingly.
The tactician blushed, again. Of course Jazz had already heard about the kisses.
Next: Tracks causes problems.