Fic: On a Dark Night
Title: On A Dark Dark Night
Author: Tanta Green
Pairing/threesome: Lockdown/Jazz/Prowl
Continuity wanted: TFA
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Rating/Warnings: PG-ish. Nothing too heavy in this one. Mech on mech relationships and Lockdown being a pervert. Sorry if the requester wanted more but my muse sort of took me in a different direction.
On A Dark Dark Night
It was a dark night. The moon was almost new, and what little light it managed to reflect down on the Earth was obscured by dark clouds. It had yet to rain, and while Jazz liked the idea of a car wash he wasn’t really looking forward to the rain tonight. The falling water would both obscure his vision even more in this already dark night, and the sound of the rain falling on the pavement and roofs of the city would be enough to mask the movements of a stealthy opponent, and Jazz had a feeling his opponent tonight would be more than able to make use of an advantage like that.
Jazz felt more than heard the pair of feet landing softly on the roof behind him. Light and swift. Only one Bot on Earth besides him would have been capable of it. He grinned, just a little less widely than he usually would have on any other night, and nodded without turning around. “Hey Prowl,” he greeted the other cyber-ninja as Prowl walked up to stand directly beside him.
The white mech spared a glance over at Prowl, optics quickly roaming over the other mech’s form. He wasn’t a superficial mech, but slag he couldn’t help but admire how good Prowl looked in that armour. Memories of recent nights pressed against the other ninja flooded back to him, distracting him from his thoughts more than he would have liked. Hands roaming, lips crashing together, and if he managed to drive Prowl crazy enough, which he always made sure that he did, then the usually silent mech would let out the most delicious moans.
Prowl let out a small, slightly embarrassed smile as he picked up on Jazz’s visual appreciation of him, and Jazz quickly averted his gaze. He promised himself that when this night was finally done, they’d get to spend some quality time together. Pit, if things were going to go the way he thought they would, then they’d undoubtedly both need it.
Prowl’s smile faded a little as he followed Jazz’s optics to look at the view across the rooftops. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, he turned to Jazz.
“What is it? You seem disturbed.”
“Can’t place it,” Jazz answered quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “But since Lockdown split I can’t help but feel that something here just ain’t right.”
“You think he might not have left Earth?” Prowl asked, picking up on the unspoken worries beneath Jazz’s statement. “Why would he stay? Sentinel and that Starscream clone both went back to Cybertron. There’s nothing here for him anymore.”
Jazz let out a quiet chuckle. “Ain’t so sure of that, my man.” He smiled at Prowl again, very nearly shaking his helm at the other bot but stopping himself just in time. He wondered if Prowl really hadn’t noticed Lockdown’s interest in him. “If I know the way LD likes to roll then this planet’s still got plenty to stop him from splitting... for now at least.”
Prowl froze for a moment, Jazz’s apparent familiarity with the other mech not lost on him.
“You know him?” Prowl finally asked, his curiosity obvious. “From before I mean.”
“Sure did. Him and me studied back at Yoketron’s dojo together. LD could never get with the groove though. He fought well enough but he barely listened to a word Master Yoketron said,” Jazz paused, looking down at the cement they were standing on, completely serious for once. He debated with himself for a moment. He could be wrong of course and if he was then this would be nothing but embarrassing, but if his suspicions about Lockdown proved to be correct then Prowl would definitely need to know.
“’S just a feelin’, but Prowl, you better watch yourself you hear? If I know Lockdown then he’s gonna be back, and it ain’t gonna be pretty. The way he was lookin’ at you...”
Jazz had expected confusion, or a little bit of shock. Or slag, even complete cluelessness. Prowl however, seemed anything but surprised.
“It will be just like the last time then,” Prowl said, resolute in his words. Jazz looked over at him, but Prowl refused to look him in the optics. “I’ll tell him he is still unwelcome.”
“You think he’s just gonna take no for an answer?”
“He did the last time.”
Jazz sighed, a frown appearing on his face as memories long since buried rose to the surface once more.
“Hate to break it to you man,” he said, optics roaming the horizon once more. “But Lockdown ain’t exactly the type to give up easily.”
Jazz’s commlink shot a burst of static then, and he drew his nunchakus on reflex.
“Well,” an all too familiar voice practically purred into his audios from the other end of the transmission. “It’s nice to know that you remembered me so kindly Jazz.”
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Prowl bounded across the rooftops, only barely registering where his stabilizing servos were taking him. He had never seen such a worried look on Jazz’s face as the one that had appeared just then, and even though he hadn’t heard the transmission he knew who it must have been.
Prowl knew all too well about Lockdown’s obsession with him, but had been hoping that the issue would never have to be brought up with Jazz. It seemed that Lockdown was determined to interfere once more however, and this new revelation; that the two already knew one another; well that just made things far more complicated than he had expected.
He had made a decision. He would find Lockdown himself, sort everything out one way or another, and Jazz wouldn’t even have to get involved. Luckily for Prowl, Lockdown had made it easy. He knew one thing from the transmission Lockdown had sent Jazz without even needing to hear the words; the bounty hunter was in commlink range, and scanning showed that there was an old abandoned warehouse nearby that hadn’t been there two days ago.
Prowl soon reached his destination, and hadn’t even pushed past the holographic building shielding the ship inside before he heard Lockdown’s voice.
“I knew you’d find me Prowl,” the voice practically purred in greeting, and Prowl turned around just in time to see Lockdown emerge from the shadows.
“Well, you are still using the same old tricks,” Prowl answered, keeping his tone light and playful. He intended to resolve this peacefully if possible.
Lockdown grinned in response in a way that seemed just a little too friendly.
“So, you and Jazz, huh?”
Prowl tried to put up a strong front then; tried to pretend that he didn’t have a clue what Lockdown was talking about, but his surprise at the fact that the bounty hunter knew about their relationship obviously won out, because Lockdown simply laughed at him.
“Don’t try to play dumb with me Prowl. I saw the way he was looking at you. If the two of you think you’re being subtle then you’re wrong.” Lockdown’s grin widened, becoming almost threatening in its predatory nature, and he stepped closer to Prowl. The cyber-ninja refused to become intimidated, despite how uncomfortable he was with Lockdown’s new proximity, but then Lockdown lifted his hooked hand, and ran it almost lovingly over Prowl’s cheek, and it was all he could do not to shudder.
“Besides, Jazz and I have always had very similar taste in mechs.”
Prowl shrugged the touch off, and glared at Lockdown.
“I’m not interested,” he said firmly, and then, when Lockdown didn’t respond, he added more for good measure. “At all, so you can just fly off this planet and leave the two of us in peace.”
“I don’t think so,” Lockdown responded as calmly as ever. “It pains me to tell you this Prowl, but you aren’t the reason I stayed here, and while I would love to spend an evening with you I’m afraid I already have a date.”
Lockdown made a quick bow and disappeared, jumping up to the rooftops with speed and grace that Prowl knew the bounty hunter must have possessed as an ex-cyber-ninja, but which was very rarely revealed.
Prowl was so surprised by both Lockdown’s declaration that he had another purpose for remaining on Earth, and his sudden exit, that by the time he thought to react and give chase, Lockdown was already gone.
He paused, cursing himself for getting caught up in the bounty hunter’s mind games, before forcing himself to focus. Whatever Lockdown’s plans were, Prowl was certain that he was up to no good. If he concentrated hard enough he would be able to determine in what direction Lockdown had travelled. Wherever he was, whatever he was doing, Prowl *was* going to stop him, especially if his fears were right and it involved Jazz.
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Jazz was still waiting on the same rooftop, arms folded and on lookout when Lockdown came across him.
“Evening Jazz,” Lockdown said as he approached the cyber-ninja.
“Hey LD,” Jazz replied, although the words themselves were friendlier than his unusually cold tone. “Long time no see.”
“Yeah,” Lockdown said, pausing to apparently inspect his hook for some reason. “Of course you’ve been distracted and all.”
Jazz could sense an attack coming and turned to face the other mech. He had no idea what Lockdown’s plans were. His intentions were obvious, as they always had been, but his tactics were another matter. Jazz had enough experience with the bounty hunter to know that Lockdown’s sly social tactics could be as effective and damaging as his fighting if he chose to take that route.
“Of course, I can’t blame you. Prowl is certainly one fine mech. That aft... Can’t wait to get a piece of that.”
“Don’t you dare even touch him,” Jazz warned, drawing his nunchakus and pointing them at Lockdown.
“Too bad I already did,” Lockdown replied, barely missing a beat. If he was at all threatened by Jazz’s words then he didn’t show it. “Prowl is mine kid. Give up.”
“Slag it all Lockdown. Why you gotta keep insisting on wrecking every relationship I have?”
The only warning that Jazz got was a scowl, before Lockdown launched himself at the smaller mech, aiming to do as much damage as possible. Jazz blocked the strike just in time, blocking Lockdown’s chainsaw arm with his nunchakus. Lockdown had the advantage in strength and size however, and as he pressed against the smaller bot’s defences Jazz found his servos shaking with the effort it took to keep him back.
“I saw this one first,” Lockdown growled. “So get that ridiculous idea out of your head.”
Jazz gave up on trying to hold Lockdown back, and instead slipped down, moving fast enough that the weapon only just brushed against his shoulders as he disappeared beneath Lockdown’s legs and came up again behind him. His nunchakus flew around to wrap around Lockdown’s neck. Lockdown was too fast however, and shoved his elbow back to throw Jazz off and onto the ground. Lockdown grunted and turned around, using the opportunity to quite literally kick Jazz while he was down.
“So if it’s really all about Prowl,” Jazz managed to rasp out as he recovered from quite a brutal kick, “then why are you here fighting me?”
“Stop thinking my whole world revolves around you Jazz.” Lockdown administered another brutal kick to Jazz’s torso, right above the other mech’s spark, and Jazz couldn’t help but curl up in pain, a strangled cry coming from his vocaliser. Lockdown grinned at this, and leaned down so that his face hovered only a couple of feet from Jazz’s. He moved a little closer, quite deliberately crushing one of Jazz’s arms with his foot as he did so, and used his hooked hand to lift Jazz’s face so that they were staring directly at one another.
“I’ve got a new toy now Jazz. You’re history.”
“Still can’t take no for an answer can you?” Jazz said, a small smile passing over his face, despite the situation. “Give it up LD. Prowl is too strong. He’s not gonna play into your game like you want him to.”
Lockdown grinned again and threw Jazz to the side brutally. The cyber-ninja landed on the ground with a sickening crunch that promised the discovery of a few new dints after the fight. Lockdown stalked over to stand above the smaller mech. He switched the chainsaw on his arm on and let it hover a few inches above Jazz’s face.
“This isn’t a game Jazz,” Lockdown said as he moved the chainsaw steadily closer to the other mech’s face. “Just admit that I won this time.” He leaned even closer, and grinned once again. “Prowl is mine.”
“Hey,” a voice called out from the other side of the rooftop. “Don’t I get a say in this?”
Jazz and Lockdown both looked over to see Prowl standing on the edge of the roof, a ninja star in each hand and a rather annoyed look on his face.
“Well hello there Prowl,” Lockdown said. “So nice of you to join us. As you can see though, we’re rather busy right now.”
Prowl threw a ninja star so suddenly and swiftly that Lockdown didn’t even have a chance to dodge it. It embedded in his arm deep enough to make Lockdown let out a loud moan of pain.
“Busy fighting over me like a pair of sparklings,” Prowl said, giving Lockdown a stare that promised more pain. “I thought you said you weren’t here for me?”
Lockdown pulled the ninja star out of his arm with little more than a pained grunt and turned to grin at Prowl, despite the fact that the wound was now dripping mech fluid and had to have hurt.
“Can’t I be here for the both of you?”
Jazz got to his feet and moved into a defensive stance once more.
“I gotta warn you then LD. You better be prepared to take the both of us on at once,” the white cyber-ninja said as he flicked his nunchakus in a challenge.
“Well, if this isn’t my lucky day,” Lockdown said, glancing at the two mechs standing on either side of him. “I get both of you all to myself hmm?”
He grinned and feinted an attack at Jazz, before switching to attack Prowl with a vicious chainsaw attack. The black cyber-ninja was ready for this though, and jumped out of the way. Jazz attacked then, throwing himself against the bounty hunter’s back and landing a flurry of attacks.
Lockdown grunted and threw Jazz off, but he had barely recovered before Prowl attacked at his right leg, landing a deep gash that broke a few essential wires and sent Lockdown crashing to his knees.
Another attack from Prowl came, this time aimed at the back of his helm, but Lockdown managed to block it with his chainsaw arm, Prowl’s ninja star glancing off it as though it was made of no more than paper. Jazz used the move to his advantage though, and brought a well-aimed hit down on the end of the chainsaw, which spluttered and quickly died.
“Slag you two have gotten good,” Lockdown grunted as he moved to hold his injured arm. Both cyber-ninjas moved to once more stand at either side of the bounty hunter, weapons pointed at the larger mech.
“Give it up Lockdown,” Prowl said, ninja-stars pointed at the larger mech’s throat and ready to slice through vital circuitry at the slightest sign of resistance. “Surrender now. You’ve lost.”
Lockdown chuckled from his spot on the floor, and for a moment the two cyber-ninjas thought that he was ready to throw in the towel. However, Lockdown pulled out a small remote from some hidden place on his torso, and pressed a button. Neither of the cyber-ninjas could tell what exactly Lockdown had done, but they both braced themselves, scanning the area around them.
It wasn’t long before they both spotted Lockdown’s ship, flying slowly towards the rooftop. It hovered in the air behind Lockdown for a moment, and Jazz and Prowl both prepared themselves for fire from the ship, moving a little way from Lockdown and moving to defensive stances. There was no fire though. The ship sent dust whirling around the three of them as it slowly lowered to land on the rooftop.
Lockdown stumbled to his feet. Neither Prowl nor Jazz moved from their defensive stances, still expecting some sort of underhanded attack, but once again it did not come. Lockdown let out a low chuckle as he righted himself and smiled at the two of them, genuine this time, with barely any trace of malice.
“You two sure are something,” he said, the grin still not leaving his face. He took a couple of steps back towards his ship, trying to stand as straight as possible to hide the fact that he was now using the ship to lean against. Jazz and Prowl lowered their weapons, but stayed alert.
“You know,” Lockdown’s smile faded a little, and his tone turned serious, “We’d make a great team; the three of us. I’m usually one to work alone, but for the two of you, I think I could make an exception.”
“Sorry LD,” Jazz replied, an almost sad smile appearing on his face. “But some things I just ain’t good at sharing.” He glanced over at Prowl as he said this, and the other ninja-bot smiled as he caught the implication.
“I’m afraid I have to agree with Jazz,” the motorcycle said. “Sharing isn’t exactly my strong point either.”
“Ah. Shame,” Lockdown lowered his head a little, but he didn’t look overly disappointed, almost as though he had been expected exactly that reaction from the both of them. “Still say the two of you would make great bounty hunters.”
“No we wouldn’t,” Jazz replied, his tone only half serious. “Gotta be a little more stubborn to pull that one off. Prowl and I, well we’re more easy-goin’ sort o’ mechs.”
“Nice way to admit you don’t have the determination,” Lockdown grinned at the two of them; tone equally playful, before turning around and moving to enter the ship.
“Hey LD!” Jazz called out before Lockdown had the chance to board completely. Lockdown turned around, obviously surprised to have been called. “You should come back and visit one day. We got a lot to catch up on.”
Lockdown paused at the entrance to his ship, as though seriously considering Jazz’s invitation.
“Maybe when the two of you have finally learned how to share.” The bounty hunter and Jazz smiled at one another again, before Lockdown turned around again and disappeared into the ship.
The two cyber-ninjas stood side by side and watched as the ship’s disguise disappeared and the ship launched into space. Jazz continued to smile until long after the ship had disappeared into the dark night sky. It was only when he realised that Prowl had finished watching the ship a while ago and had now turned around to pin Jazz with a definitely unhappy stare that he stopped smiling himself.
“What’s with the frown Prowl? Don’t tell me Lockdown got you that shaken..”
Jazz didn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence before Prowl interrupted him.
“Why exactly were the two of you so friendly?”
The tone was demanding, and, Jazz couldn’t help but notice, more than a little worried. Jazz would have laughed had his standing with the other mech and chances of getting ‘faced that night not depended on the other mech. Prowl being needlessly jealous was so adorable and spark-warming though that it was hard to resist.
“You really can’t share, can you?” Jazz grinned widely at Prowl, but the motorcycle’s frown would not move.
Jazz contemplated telling Prowl that he had no reason to be jealous, but couldn’t quite think of the right way to put it into words, so instead he smiled widely, mischief sparkling in his optics, and advanced so that he was close enough to Prowl that their chest plates bumped against each other. Prowl managed to keep the angry frown on his face, although it was obvious that it was becoming a harder front for him.
With one quick movement Jazz made his strike, wrapping both arms around Prowl and pulling him up into a passionate kiss. It lasted for long enough to make Prowl melt into his arms, which really wasn’t all that long at all, before Jazz pulled back, transformed and very casually started driving back in the direction of the Autobot base.
Prowl blinked a few times in surprise, before shaking his head, transforming as well and speeding off after the white car.
“And what exactly was that supposed to mean?” Prowl asked as soon as he caught up to Jazz.
“There’s nothing for you to worry about Prowl. LD and me used to compete a lot back at the dojo. Always ended up chasing the same mechs. Call it a friendly rivalry. That’s all done for me now though. He can chase whoever he wants. I got all I need right here, you dig?” He nudged Prowl gently then, just an affectionate tap as they drove along, but it spoke volumes and left both mechs shuddering in anticipation.
Prowl couldn’t show it in his motorcycle mode, but he grinned at that before replying.
“I dig.”
Jazz couldn’t wait to get back to the Autobot base. They both needed that alone time now, but not exactly for the reasons he had thought they would.