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Burning For You
By : SilverIcy
Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M
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Title: Burning For You

Author: ladyoceana

Rating: M

Verse: G1

Warning: extreme suggestive and explicit content, angst, masturbation, slash and sticky

Prompt: "I still light up like a candle burning when he calls me; I still melt down like a candle burning every time we touch… "- Annie

Summary: No one else like Jazz managed to cause his spark burning with so much passion, craving, and…love with just a glimpse of Jazz.

Notes: This one-shot story is a second one-shot companion of "A Longing Dream of You", another one-shot story. In "A Longing Dream of You", the ending scene of Jazz crying alone on his berth somehow spawned a new bunny. That bunny demanded a happy ending for poor Jazz. Originally, I suppose to intend to make that story as separated and stand alone one-shot. I guess that I'm too kind-hearted and sucker for the happy endings. You can find "A Longing Dream of You" in my profile. Be warned, there is very explicit smut scene. If you don't wish to read that scene, then I suggest that you don't read this story. For Beta-Reader OptimusPrime's Girlfriend, thank for beta-reading this one-shot! Anyway, go ahead to read and enjoyed it!

Vorn - 83 years

Stellar-cycle – 7.5 months

Orn - 13 days

Joor - 8 hours

Breem - 6 minutes

Astrosecond - 5/6ths of a second

Klick - 1 millisecond

So beautiful…

Those two words came to Prowl's mind as he sat in a far corner sipping high-graded energon watching Jazz sit and animatedly talk to Blaster on the topic of music. A party was going on to celebrate the recent victory over the Decepticons and nearly all of the ARK's crew was attending. The rec room was filled with drunken laughter and loud music. There were plenty of high-grade for everyone. Some of the ARK's crew were having fun dancing along with the loud music. Prowl preferred to sit in a far corner which although was still too noisy for him, it was much more tolerable and slightly darker than the rest of the room. Bots could barely see a faint outline of a black and white mech. Only the soft blue glowing light from his optics was visible enough to let everyone know that there was a mech sitting in the far corner.

However they were all too busy drinking high-grade or indulging other bots with a dance to notice that for the first time the workaholic SIC had actually come down to the party and was quietly drinking high-grade. If anyone was sober and noticed that Prowl was there at the party and drinking the high-grade calmly, then their processers would be glitching and crashing in the most spectacular way. But again, they were just too busy to pay attention to that reclusive mech.

Frankly, Prowl didn't care that anyone would see him at party or drinking high-grade. He came to watch his saboteur who was secretly the source of the burning passion in his spark. He carefully concealed his smothering desire by wearing a blank and calm expression on his face. He brought the cube close to his mouth and sipped the rich tasting high-grade as he watched Jazz grin at Blaster.

A pleasant burning trail of high-grade was slowly trickling down from his glossa to his tank. He could feel a tingly and warm energy buzzing and relaxing his over-stressed body and processor, but it was not enough to make him lose his tight controlled façade.

Prowl was allowing his optics to follow Jazz as lifted his black servo and scratched the itch on his helm. Prowl's optics lingered and honed in on Jazz's sensor horns. He was staring at the tasty-looking sensor horns with a mix of lust and curiosity. How sensitive were Jazz's sensor horns? And are they as sensitive as his door-wings?

He licked and sucked one of Jazz's sensor horns with his glossa and mouth while he sensually caressed the other sensor horn with his servo. Jazz wantonly moaned and withered in pleasure. His engine was revving loudly as Prowl ravished his sensor horns with his mouth and servo.

Prowl can't help but to purr softly at the mental picture that his processor conjured. His optics moved down from Jazz's sensor horns to his pouty lips. He watched mesmerizingly at his still-moving lips while Jazz was still talking to Blaster. His oblivious saboteur's mouth looked so tempting that Prowl wanted to nib lightly at his lower lip with his denta and taste his lovely lips. Are his lips velvet and soft like organic silk? Or does his mouth taste like a sweet energon goodie?

Jazz's moans were suddenly cut off as a black and white tactician slammed his mouth into Jazz's open mouth. Prowl proceeded to ravish his mouth passionately with his glossa. His glossa explored and claimed every detail inside and outside of Jazz's mouth. His velvet and silk-like mouth tasted like the finest and sweetest energon goodie Prowl had ever tasted in his life.

'So delicious…' Prowl thought in pleasure. Primus, He swore that he could live off the taste of Jazz's mouth forever without the need for energon.

Prowl's glossa slowly sneaked out of his mouth and licked around to moist his suddenly dry lips as the repressed mech imagined what kind of aroma Jazz's mouth taste like. Prowl's engine purred happily and slowly heated up when Jazz tilted his helm up to cheerily greet another mech standing next to him. His movement exposed and bared his vulnerable neck to Prowl's hungry optics.

Oh… he really wanted to claim that neck by sinking his dentas in hard enough to leave a bite mark on his neck visible for everyone to see that the TIC of the Autobot faction truly belonged to Prowl. Would Jazz willing bare his vulnerable neck for him?

An aroused Praxian continued to kiss, lick and suck as he trailed down to Jazz's neck. The panting saboteur eagerly lifted his helm. He bared and arched his neck forward in hope that Prowl would bestow the hot kisses all over his neck. An equally eager tactician obliged happily to shower his hot kisses all over his neck along with the sensual wet licks. When his mouth passed over the area where the shoulder and neck connected together, Jazz gasped loudly and then tried to press his neck harder against his lips.

Prowl paused slightly and returned to the newly discovered hot spot that provoked a fervent reaction from him. He sucked and licked tenderly until the possessive SIC was biting his mech's neck, gentle enough to not penetrate his energon tube. But it was hard enough to leave the distinctive bite mark on his neck, equivalent to a hickey on a human's neck.

A surprised and lightly pained gasp spilled out from the owner of the mech being bitten and then Jazz sighed and moaned softly in delight as Prowl's glossa licked to soothe the bitten area in a loving manner.

A purring black and white mech could feel his voice processor hitch slightly in response to his erotic thought of leaving the cybertronian equivalent of hickey on the TIC. He caught the sight of Jazz waving and moving his black servos enthusiastically to emphasize his sayings while he greeted and talked to the another mech now identified as Bumblebee.

Prowl sipped a mouthful of high-grade as he watched enraptured as his desired mech's black servo reached out and patted Bumblebee on his shoulder in thanks.

Oh primus…Prowl longed for Jazz's touch and wished that he was in Bumblebee's position instead, so he could have those black servos touching his body. He knew that the saboteur had a magnetic amplifier in his black servos. The magnetic amplifier helps Jazz stick to the walls or ceilings and can also manipulate magnetic pulses. What would it feel like when those lovely black servos touched and caressed his door-wings with his magnetic amplifier turned on?

Jazz sneaked out his servos into his distracted lover's back and started to caress his warm quivering door-wings. Prowl groaned and pressed his door-wings against the equally warm black servos. His engine was revving loudly as Jazz sent low-setting magnetic pulses to his door-wings.

'Uhh…it feels so good!' The thought came to his dazed processor as he shuddered and moaned in ecstasy while his trembling door-wings were constantly assaulted with magnetic pulses from the saboteur's servos.

A shiver of desire shot down his spine and his door-wings quivered with arousal. Prowl's inner temperature core slowly increased as he saw his desired target finish talking with Bumblebee. Jazz shifted his attention to Blaster and said something to him. Blaster nodded his head and flashed a grin. The social butterfly grinned back and rose from his chair, stretching his body to work out the stiffness in his joints.

A soft glowing gleam was clearly visible on Jazz's chassis and revealed small gaps between the parts of his armors. An eye-catching thin red and thick blue stripes with a white "4" branding was visible on his chassis. Jazz's red Autobot symbol was glittering and clearly visible for everyone to see that Jazz is a veteran Autobot TIC. Prowl visualized his white servos touching and caressing all over Jazz's armor with reverence especially at the center of his chassis where his spark is concealed under its protective layers. Would he feel Jazz's spark pulse faster and burn hotter like his spark does? Or are there other sensitive spots on his lovely chassis that he can exploit to drive his saboteur crazy with pleasure?

As soon as Prowl felt his overload approaching soon, he lifted his door-wings away from the black servos to prevent Jazz from overloading him with his magnetic pulses. Prowl wanted to make love to his beloved and get him to overload first. The visored mech whined in dismay and clearly wanted to overload him. Of course, his displeased whine instantly turned into sensual mewls and moans as the white servos caressed and triggered his sensitive spots on his chassis.

Prowl leaned down toward his blue striped chassis and nuzzled his cheek against the area of his chassis where Jazz's spark was hidden underneath. He could feel the warmer area on his cheek and detected the faint but frantic pulses emitting from the saboteur's spark. Prowl's spark was in a similar situation as Jazz's spark. Prowl let out a deep happy purring sound against his red and blue-striped chassis. The deep purring sound caused a pleasant vibration to spread though Jazz's blue-stripped outer armor all way to his spark.

Jazz mewled and pawed at his tactician's back when his spark shivered and swelled in total bliss. A left white servo went toward the left side of his chassis. The white fingers slipped into the small gap between his armor and pinched the sensitive wires gently. Suddenly, Jazz almost howled in delight as another white servo found a new hot spot below his right headlight which even he wasn't aware of. Jazz's engine revved loudly and heated up hotly.

Prowl then did something that surprised and delighted his visored mech at same time; He traced the white "4" branding on his chassis with his wet glossa.

Oh…primus, Jazz's downward view of his lover tracing his "4" branding with his glossa was quite an exquisite sight to behold. To see that very sight of his proper and composed SIC doing that provocative act to his chassis almost sent the poor saboteur into overload. He mewled wantonly and arched his chassis to Prowl's face shamelessly.

At his very extremely detailed and explicit imagination, the normally composed SIC struggled to not lose his blank expression while his concealed spike was starting to harden slowly against its plate cover. His valve was also starting to throb and leak lubricant lightly. He couldn't help but groan silently at the uncomfortable ache in his lower body. His spark got hotter than before and caused his chassis armor to heat up.

His smothering optics continued to watch Jazz who just finished working out the stiffness in his body and was now walking towards the dancing area. The loud classical rock and roll music changed into a sensual and rhythmic pop song.

Jazz danced expertly along with the rhythm of the beat, his flexible body and hips swaying erotically. He was so engrossing in dancing and drowning in the rhythmic sounds of the pop song that he wasn't aware that the grinding of his enticing hips and legs was catching the optics of the door-winged SIC. His torso was also included and looked appetizing enough to be savored by the tactician's mouth.

Prowl's optics were glued on Jazz's swaying black hips and he even caught a glimpse of his black gorgeous aft. He roamed over the dancing mech's pelvic armor and trailed down his strong and tantalizing legs with his ravenous optics. His optics went up back to the saboteur's pelvic armor again and stared at its desired target with a hidden unrestrained lust.

Pit, the extremely arousing tactician thought that the Autobot symbol on his crotch plate was… rather provocative and sexy. It turned him on and he was tempted to lick that Autobot brand.

But it was not the Autobot brand that Prowl was interested in; rather his desired target was Jazz's crotch plate which conceals his spike and valve. What the kind of sounds would Jazz's vocal processor make when he pleasured his spike with his mouth and servos? What kind of flavors from his valve would he taste? Will Jazz scream out his ecstasy when Prowl thrust his spike into his wet and tight passage repeatedly? What kinds of expression would Jazz make when he reaches his blissful overload?

The door-winged mech's mouth moved down and savored every piece of the saboteur's torso armor. His wet glossa left trails of saliva, lubricating his body all over from his helm to his torso. His white servos trailed down and caressed along the same path as his mouth. Jazz's moans got louder. He frantically caressed his red chevron with his servos as Prowl continued to bestow the sweet tormenting kisses and licks on his torso.

A determined Praxian's lips finally landed on its intended target. He licked and sucked sensually on the Autobot symbol on the Polyhexian's crotch plate in order to convince him to open his covered crotch plate.

'Clink!'

Jazz disengaged his crotch plate instantly and bared his pressurizing spike and weeping valve to his beautiful mech's optics eagerly. Mmm…his spike looked impressive for his size and… delicious enough to tempt Prowl to lick and suck his spike like a energon pop-stick that he once tasted and sucked on when he was a youngling. His chrevoned helm moved forward toward Jazz's spike. A glossa sneaked out of the tactician's mouth and touched the tip of the saboteur's spike. He teasingly circled the tip of his trembling saboteur's spike with his glossa. Jazz instantly withered and made a lot of those erotic begging sounds that encouraged Prowl to add his servos into the mix and start rubbing his spike pleasurably. He then gave a long lick all way from the base of his spike to the very tip. The TIC's revved loudly again in reaction to that long lick on his spike.

Prowl pulled away his wet mouth from the lovely spike. His white servo continued to pleasure his lover's spike. Prowl looked down and fixed his optics on Jazz's weeping valve; the most beautiful sight ever he saw in his life. Jazz's bared valve was shimmering and leaking out its purple lubricant captivatingly. He watched helplessly in total enthrallment as a drop of the purple lubricant trailed down towards the bottom of his aft.

The rapt door-winged mech leaned down to lick and sample the purple lubricant with his glossa. He couldn't help but to moan raptly and loudly at the heavenly taste of Jazz's essence. It almost tasted like the essence of his god, Primus. He then proceeded to savor and devour his lover's valve greedily. Jazz cried out in glee and pleasure as the tactician ravished and worshiped his valve with his talented glossa. Prowl's glossa slipped into the clenching wet passage and his velvety valve eagerly welcomed the intrusive pleasant object.

As Prowl withdrew his glossa from his valve, Jazz's velvety valve desperately clenched and clamped his glossa in order to keep it inside. Abruptly, the sensitive sensors in Jazz's valve flared up as Prowl's glossa plunged back into the snug passage. Jazz wailed and shook his helm sideways in ecstasy. Jazz's inner thighs tried to clamp tightly onto Prowl's helm and shoulder.

Luckily, Prowl's white servo quickly abandoned its torturing strokes on Jazz's spike and joined his other servo in holding Jazz's inner thighs to prevent his helm from being clamped by Jazz's thighs. Prowl continued to make love to Jazz's valve by repeatedly plunging in and out of his moist valve with his glossa.

Jazz then gasped with want when white fingers decided to join in ravishing his tight silky valve. The two white fingers wiggled in alongside his glossa and started pistoling in and out resulting in Jazz's wet passage tightening on the intrusive fingers and glossa.

The black and white mech withdrew his glossa from the withering saboteur's valve while his fingers were still thrusting into his exquisite valve. The purple lubricant smearing Prowl's lips dripped downwards onto his chin. Prowl looked up to see the blissful expression on Jazz's face. Jazz's pouty mouth was opened and his visor was dimmed to concentrate on the delicious sensations that his valve sensors were sending.

The blue visor powered up and glowed brightly as he caught his tactician lover staring up at him. Jazz watched helplessly as his purple lubricant trailed down from the tactician's sexy lips and dripped from his chin. Then Prowl leaned forward to kiss Jazz, and the eager saboteur also bend down to kiss him on his smeared lips. The visored mech moaned at the taste of himself on his lover's mouth when he kissed him passionately and…tenderly. His glossa licked to clean the purple stain off of Prowl's mouth and chin like a cyber-cat licking energon from a bowl.

The passionate SIC was purring sensually and his spike grew so hard that it begged to get out of its tight space. Finally, the repressed mech stopped the kiss as his fingers also stopped pleasuring Jazz's valve. Jazz sensed the anticipation and instantly knew what his repressed lover planned to do next.

'Clink!' The tactician's pressurized spike was finally free from its prison and was standing up in all its glory for Jazz's lust-filled optics to see. Jazz arched up and pressed his aching valve forward hoping that his Prowler claimed him and his body right now. He felt the tip of Prowl's spike brushing and rubbing teasingly against his outer valve. Jazz whined and mewled noisily. That spike continued to rub and circle his outer valve teasingly for a few more breems. It reduced the TIC to plead and beg his playful door-winged lover to give him that fullness he craves so badly.

"Say that you love me..." Prowl purred teasingly.

"Nugh! P-Prowler! Ah love ya!" Jazz almost shrieked and chanted his love profusely with a hint of adoration and love.

Prowl moaned at the adoration and love that was directed at him. "I love you, my beloved."

He then slowly pushed his throbbing spike into the wet valve. The sensors in the saboteur's valve triggered and simulated pleasantly as the intrusive spike slowly descended deeper into his velvety wet passage.

Jazz wailed and sobbed blissfully as if a missing part of his spark and body was finally filled with his lover's essence.

Prowl groaned as his spike was finally sheathed fully in his beloved's valve all way to the hilt. He started to rock gently against Jazz's hip. The visored mech happily enfolded his legs around Prowl'ships. It felt so right to have the tactician's spike thrusting in and out of him. It was a beautiful dance with Prowl because their bodies were working simultaneously. Their sparks were singing their happiness and love in completeness.

The door-winged mech felt his lover's valve surround his spike tighter than before. Jazz was soon approaching his overload. Prowl wanted to witness his beloved overloading, so he started slamming his spike harder into his moist tight passage repeatedly. The saboteur cried out and grabbed his black and white mech's shoulder, clasping hard with his black servos.

The dominating lover kept pushing his body harder and his spike was pistoling faster into his lover's wet valve. The intrusive spike bombed the sensitive sensors in Jazz's wet valve with the intense frictions. Jazz kept wailing and moaning frantically. Then Jazz's world suddenly exploded with white hot pleasure as his most sensitive sensors in the deepest end of his valve were finally impacted by the tip of his lover's spike. He screamed out his lover's name loudly in ecstasy.

'Prrooowwwlllleeerrr!"

Prowl stare raptly at Jazz as he screamed his name loudly and overloaded hard. Jazz's expression…was something that the enthralled SIC could not describe in mere words. There was only one word that came to his dazed processor.

'Beautiful…'

Prowl was snapped out of his erotic daydream by the startling loud cheers, hoots and cat calls from the audience aimed at Jazz who just finished his spectacular dancing show. His body was now filled with aches and throbbed in disappointment that his body was so close to overload. The glorified overload was in his reach and yet interrupted by reality. His incredibly hard spike was constricting painfully against its protective plate. Prowl grunted uncomfortably. His internal fans were now working hard to cool down his heated body.

Prowl noticed a wet sensation on his inner thigh. He looked down and discovered that purple lubricant was leaking out through the edges of his valve plate, much to his dismay and embarrassment.

Fortunately, the far corner was dark enough to prevent anyone noticing the visible purple lubricant staining his inner thighs and the loud rhythmic music masked the whirring sounds of his internal fans. The audience was focused on praising Jazz, who looked smug about his dance talent.

The SIC tactician was grateful that the table hid his mess from the paranoid Security Director's cameras. He took a cleaning cloth out of his sub-space and cleaned up his mess discreetly. Fortunately, his mess wasn't large and was small enough to clean off his inner thighs and seat quickly.

Once he finished clearing his mess, Prowl put the now dirty cloth back in his sub-space inconspicuously.

Prowl grabbed his energon cube and gulped the leftover of high-grade. The high-grade left a tingly burning sensation on his mouth.

The sexually frustrated mech could not ignore the demand to relieve his concealed hard spike anymore.

True to his name, Prowl left the rec room completely unnoticed and avoided the security cameras expertly all way to his private quarters. He quickly installed his private password in the security lock.

'Clink!'

The security lock unlocked and Prowl opened the door. He almost ran into his quarters and closed the door hurriedly. He went to his private wash-rack and turned on his shower.

'Clink!' The sound of a crotch plate being opened was barely heard and the relieving sigh from the tactician followed afterward.

'Jazz…'

Prowl allowed himself to lose his blank face and revealed the longing, anguish, and love on his face. He whispered the saboteur's name longingly as he caressed and rubbed his rigid spike. He imagined that he was buried into the warm wet valve that belongs to the mech whom he secretly loves and longs for. His saboteur was full of life and an unstoppable force of charisma that drew everyone, even Prowl, to him like a moth attracted to the light.

No other mech like Jazz managed to make his spark burn with so much passion, craving and love. Just a glimpse of his beautiful Jazz easily ignites the passionate emotions in Prowl. How does he provoke illogical emotions like love, lust and longing in an emotionless and logical mech like Prowl? He did not know the answer nor did his advanced battle tactic computer.

But…it didn't matter that he couldn't find the answer for why the saboteur stirs up his emotions like that. All that matters to him is that Jazz is the only mech to achieve in making the emotionless Prowl to feel and desire him so badly. In the other words, Prowl is smitten and totally in love with the greatest saboteur in the Autobot faction.

Of course, the SIC kept his infatuation with Jazz as his most guarded and guilty secret, and remained true to his reputation as a cold emotionless aft and logic SIC. Still, he indulged his guilty pleasure secretly in his friendship with his desired mech.

Just a brushing touch of the TIC's hand was enough to liquefy his internal system and processor into happy metal goo. To hear him call his nickname made his spark burn hotter than before that Prowl thought his spark chamber would melt from the intense heat.

Primus, he was addicted to that musical voice of his saboteur and his rich harmonious voice caressed his sensitive door-wings like a lover. His door-wings quivered violently in longing. Oh… how he wished that his Jazz would touch him and call his name like a lover! His white servos started to rub his stiff spike harder making him thrust his spike into his grasping servo desperately and frantically.

Then he recalled that in his earlier daydream, Jazz screamed out his name with wild passion and love when he reached his overload. An intense overload hit him hard. He cried out his mech's name keenly as he threw his helm backwards. His door-wings flared up and flipped violently. His hips jolted forward. His spike ejaculated jets of hot silvery transfluid in spurts.

Prowl fell forward and struggled to put his other servo on the wall in order to support his twitching body. He dragged his body down slowly and kneeled on the wet floor. The silvery transfluid continued to spill out of his trembling spike slowly until it came to a halt. He was panting heavily as he watched the silver transfluid drain away with the cleaning solvent into the black draining hole. His door-wings slumped down sluggishly against his back. His body was satisfied for now.

But, he was unable to quench his spark's yearning for Jazz. His spark still felt incomplete and continued to burn with the increased intensity of love. The lonely mech sighed in anguish as he was uncertain if Jazz could love a cold and emotionless mech like him. There was no way that a lively mech like Jazz would love him as a lover and would continue to treat him as no more than a friend.

The tactician's door-wings drooped sadly. His anguished spark was burdened with the unrequited passion and love for his TIC. If Jazz treated him as a friend, then he would let it be. He will support Jazz as his friend till the end no matter if his spark was throbbing with the agonizing craving for Jazz and his love.

The shower continued to spray the cleaning solvent on Prowl who still remained kneeling on the floor alone in his wash-rack.

As long as Jazz's existence persisted, Prowl's spark will continue to burn with the intense passion and immortal love for him even if his beloved never returned his affections.

Author's Note: …. This is a second time that I try on smut/sticky story and I hope that it's not too explicit for you. I think that I improve my ability to write a steamy scene. By a time, I finished to write and proofread my own story …. Oh primus,*blush furiously* I think I'm dead happy and gone to heaven or the Well of Sparks. (Trust me; I literally stuffed my nose with tissues to stop the literal nosebleed while I write that story. My literal nosebleed won't stop! So, I ended up died of the literal nosebleed. XD) I can't believe that I'm…just being killing by my own steamy story. Wow, Prowl's imagination regarding Jazz was very…hot, naughty and explicit. * grin stupidly* I bet that some of you somehow ended up at heaven, or get dazed in total bliss, or get a severe case of nosebleed. Lol, please tell me that what you think of this one-shot? And there's one more one-shot story after that. A third and final one-shot companion was called "Can't Live Without You" (don't worry, the characterization is major key and smut scene is secondary and bonus part of that story.) So, watching out for this incoming third one-shot companion! *wink*
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Burning For You