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A/N: Requested drabbles. Pairings include:
Prowl/Yoketron--4: can't remember who requested them
Prowl/Bulkhead--3: requested by yodana and neko234
Skywarp/Blurr--4: requested by yodana and neko234

Title: Against a Wall
Pairing: Prowl/Yoketron
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU: Sometime during Prowl’s training with Yoketron.) Being trapped against a wall has its perks.

Prowl hissed as Yoketron pinned him against a wall, fingertips scraping over his chassis, dipping beneath a seam to tweak a wire. Yoketron’s free servo quickly clamped over Prowl’s mouth, muffling the ninjabot’s moans.

“Quiet now, my beautiful student,” Yoketron murmured. “We wouldn’t want anyone walking in on us, hmm?”

The cyber-ninja master chuckled as he felt the ninjabot’s dentals graze over his palm. He lowered the servo on Prowl’s chassis, stopping to cup and squeeze the younger mech’s groin. He dipped his helm into the nape of Prowl’s neck, tracing his glossa over a tense cable. The older mech removed his servo from Prowl’s mouth, slamming his lips over Prowl’s, using the freed servo to grip the ninjabot’s hips. Prowl moaned into the tender kiss, grinding his groin over Yoketron’s plated pelvis. The older mech grabbed Prowl’s thigh, and the younger mech wrapped his leg around Yoketron’s hip.

“Sen--Sensei…inside me…please?” Prowl mewled in between kisses.

Both mechs retracted their plating, and Prowl buried his face into Yoketron’s neck as the older mech connected with him, drowning out his wails of pleasure against the cyber-ninja master’s heated metal skin.

Title: Downfall
Pairing: slight Prowl/Oil Slick; Prowl/Yoketron
Rating: PG
Warnings: non-con kiss, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU: Sometime during Prowl’s training with Yoketron. According to the bio on Oil Slick’s figure, he trained alongside Prowl. I’ve decided to exclude his helmet with that stuff floating around in it. I’m going to guess he didn’t have that during training.) Prowl hates his sparring matches with Oil Slick.

Prowl growled in frustration as Oil Slick circled him. The gold mech had an annoying habit of groping and fondling him during their sparring matches, and today was no different. He was growing fed up with Oil Slick’s wandering servos.

“You need to concentrate on sparring and less on my aft,” Prowl snarled.

Oil Slick chuckled, “I can’t help it if my servos slip. You’re always wriggling around. Hold still.”

“Slag off!” Prowl snapped.

“I’d rather interface the slag out of you,” Oil Slick leered, lunging after the ninjabot.

A startled gasp emitted from Prowl as he was violently tackled to the floor, servos pinned beside his helm. He snarled and thrashed in rage as Oil Slick’s weight settled on top of him, plated groins rubbing together.

“Get off me this instant!” Prowl yelled.

“Oh, I’ll get off,” Oil Slick snickered, lips tracing over a tense neck cable, “and I’ll get you off too. I can make you feel amazing. Just let me have you, you pretty thing.”

Prowl venomously seethed, “I don’t want you.”

“Why not?” Oil Slick snarled.

“I’m…with a mech all ready,” Prowl growled. “I love him. End of story. Now, get off me.”

Oil Slick shook his helm. “Then get rid of him. I can make you happier if…”

“No!” Prowl interrupted. “Out of the ques…mmph!”

Oil Slick’s lips slammed over Prowl’s mouth, silencing the ninjabot. Prowl squirmed fiercely, trying to buck off the gold mech. Oil Slick pressed harder against Prowl, thrusting his hips, groaning into the kiss he was forcing on Prowl. He grunted in pain as he was knocked aside, kicked viciously in the abdomen and punched in the side of the face. Oil Slick cupped his dented cheek, optics widening when he viewed his attacker.

“Your behavior is unacceptable,” Yoketron stated.

“I--I’m sorry, sensei,” Oil Slick growled, hanging his helm low. “My intentions weren’t…”

“I know what your intentions were,” Yoketron interrupted. “Perhaps your place is not here. Perhaps…you are suited to be elsewhere.”

Oil Slick’s optics flared in anger as the cyber-ninja master kneeled before Prowl and helped the ninjabot stand. “Perhaps so, Yoketron.”

Yoketron tilted his helm and gazed back at Oil Slick. “A piece of advice for you, Oil Slick: it is unwise to pursue a mech whom is all ready claimed.”

Oil Slick’s dentals grinded together as Yoketron’s arm slid around Prowl’s waist.

Title: Wake Up
Pairing: Prowl/Yoketron
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, oral, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU: Sometime during Prowl’s training with Yoketron.) Prowl gets mischievous.

Prowl grinned mischievously as he came across Yoketron’s recharging form. The older mech had fallen asleep behind a desk, data pads scattered all over. The ninjabot slid in between the desk and the older mech, sinking to his knees. His servos ran up and down Yoketron’s thighs, causing the cyber-ninja master to moan and shift.

“Sensei,” Prowl cooed, nuzzling his cheek over the older mech’s plated groin.

Yoketron moaned again, pelvic plating retracting. Prowl flicked his glossa over Yoketron’s exposed plug, tonguing the wet slit, lapping away a droplet of lubricant. His fingers delved between the older mech’s legs, fingertips rubbing over Yoketron’s port before pushing inside.

Yoketron woke and hissed, “P--Prowl?!”

Prowl grinned around Yoketron’s plug, helm bobbing up and down.

“Stop right now,” Yoketron growled.

The stern tone made Prowl cease. “I--I’m sorry, sensei. I thought you would like it.” Prowl gasped as he was hauled over the desk, data pads scattering across the floor. “Sen--Sensei?”

“Oh, I did like it,” Yoketron murmured, pressing his forehead against Prowl’s, nuzzling the younger mech. “It was a lovely way to wake up, but I want to overload another way.” He trailed his fingers over Prowl’s covered port. “If you want me that is.”

“I’ll always want you, Yoketron,” Prowl murmured, wrapping his legs around the older mech’s waist. “I’m yours.”

Slowly, Yoketron guided his plug to Prowl’s port, shuddering as wet warmth surrounded him. “And I’m yours.”

Title: Impertinent
Pairing: Prowl/Yoketron
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU: Sometime during Prowl’s training with Yoketron.) Prowl can be cheeky at times.

“Sen--Sensei!” Prowl cried, face flushed with condensation trickling down.

Yoketron’s servos tightly gripped Prowl’s hips, helping the ninjabot ride his plug. “Take my servos and lean back.”

Prowl twined their fingers together and tilted until his back almost touched the floor. His feet rested near Yoketron’s helm, and the cyber-ninja master’s feet rested near his. The older mech rocked his hips, causing the ninjabot to wail and shake.

“Is this okay?” Yoketron asked, giving another gentle thrust.

“Mmm.…yes, master,” Prowl panted, rocking his aft back into the older mech’s thrusts.

“Yoketron,” the cyber-ninja master corrected. “Call me by name when we are interfacing, Prowl.”

“Yes…Yoketron,” Prowl moaned, gnawing on his bottom lip as pleasure began to build in his circuitry. “Please, give me more…Yoketron.”

“More of what, Prowl?” Yoketron chuckled, sending out a strong pulse of energy, causing the younger mech to cry out. “Tell me. Let me hear your beautiful voice.”

Prowl gritted his dentals, helm thrashing from side to side. “Ungh…more of…your plug! Drive it in deeper! Harder! Faster! Please, Yoketron!”

Yoketron grinned. “How can I refuse you?”

The older mech drove in deeper, and Prowl panted, giving the cyber-ninja master wink, “You can’t, old mech.”

Yoketron laughed and gave another hard thrust. “My lovely, impertinent, spoiled Prowl.”

Title: Beautiful Sight
Pairing: Bulkhead/Prowl
Rating: G
Warnings: slash
Summary: (AU) Bulkhead likes to watch Prowl, and it leads to something unexpected.

Beautiful. Breathtaking. Elegant. This was how Bulkhead viewed Prowl. The ninjabot’s fluid movements were graceful compared to his clumsy ones. He loved watching Prowl meditating or even performing human yoga positions. One day, Bulkhead tried to mimic one of Prowl’s positions. He failed miserably, falling flat on his face, creating a massive shockwave as he struck the ground. He remained still as the ninjabot approached him, expecting to see the mech’s face etched in a scowl or even hear a snide remark. Bulkhead’s optics widened as Prowl kneeled in front of him, smiling warmly.

“I can give you lessons, if you wish,” Prowl chuckled.

Bulkhead stammered, “ Wh-What? Lessons for a klutz like me? You’d just be wasting your time.”

“That’s not true,” Prowl murmured, cupping the larger mech’s cheek. “My time would be well spent with you as my companion.”

Bulkhead gasped and blushed as Prowl leaned in closer, lips gently pressing over his mouth in a soft kiss.

Title: First Time
Pairing: Bulkhead/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, oral, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU) Bulkhead’s first time with Prowl

Bulkhead tensed and cried out as Prowl’s fingers traced over the leaking slit of his plug. His servos dug into the ground as Prowl’s glossa trailed up the base of his girth. No one had ever touched him, always put off by his massive size. Not Prowl. The ninjabot was eager to touch and taste him.

“Prowl?” Bulkhead gasped out, optics widening as Prowl sat back on his aft.

The ninjabot raised up his legs, rubbing the heels of his feet over Bulkhead’s shaft.

“Oh!” Bulkhead moaned.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Prowl chuckled, using the tip of his foot to rub over the head of Bulkhead’s plug, lubricant trickling out onto his heel.

Bulkhead panted and blurted out, “I want to touch you.”

Prowl smirked, stopped his ministrations, and crawled up Bulkhead’s body, resting on top of the larger mech’s chassis. Bulkhead shuddered as he felt the wet tip of the ninjabot’s plug brush over him. His servo trailed down Prowl’s backside, cupping the ninjabot’s aft, one digit touching the smaller mech’s slick port.

“Feels wonderful,” Prowl mewled, nibbling Bulkhead’s neck, crying out when the questing digit probed him. “Oh! I want more! I want you inside me!”

Bulkhead gaped. “N-No, Prowl, I’m too big. I’ll hurt you.”

Prowl shushed the larger mech. “Trust me, please?”

The ninjabot reached between his legs, fingers slipping into his port alongside Bulkhead’s finger, scissoring and stretching the tight passage. Bulkhead heated up from the erotic display, condensation dribbling down his flushed face. He wanted Prowl. He wanted to bury himself in the ninjabot. He took in a shuddering intake as Prowl positioned over his plug, optics locking with the ninjabot’s visor. Prowl slowly lowered and tight, wet, soft, heat enveloped him. Bulkhead didn’t know how it was possible, and he didn’t care. The pleasurable sensations cascading over him were exquisite, and he had to fight for control of his body, fighting to keep himself from overloading too soon. He used one servo to grip Prowl’s thigh and the other to snag the ninjabot’s hip. Both remained still, panting and staring at one another.

“P--Prowl?” Bulkhead whimpered, terrified that he had harmed the ninjabot.

“Oh…oh Primus,” Prowl cried softly. “Bulkhead…you feel so amazing…so amazing.”

The larger mech grinned wide, overjoyed the ninjabot was only feeling pleasure, sending out a strong spark pulse into the smaller mech. Prowl screamed and thrashed from the blissful feedback of energy, trying to slam his hips down. Bulkhead wouldn’t allow it, fearful further penetration would damage the ninjabot.

“Stop, please, I don’t want to hurt you,” Bulkhead growled, hissing as Prowl’s port tightened around him. “You’re going to make me lose control!”

Prowl sighed and leaned forward, tracing his lips over Bulkhead’s mouth as he pouted, “But I want you deeper.”

Bulkhead gritted his dentals.

“I want you to bend me over and slam your plug into my aft,” Prowl murmured. “I want you to make my voice go hoarse from screaming….”

Snarling in lust, Bulkhead flipped Prowl onto his back, causing the ninjabot to cry out in surprise as the larger mech loomed over him, massive servos grabbing hold of his legs and spreading them apart, hips rocking hard.

“Ah! Ah! Yes! Bulkhead!” Prowl wailed, fingers griping Bulkhead’s servos. “Don’t stop! I’m going…I’m going to…Bulkhead!!”

Lubricant spurted over Prowl’s abdomen and chassis as he overloaded. The sight drove Bulkhead into a violent release, screaming and cursing, collapsing to the side of the ninjabot. Both laid panting and caressing one another. Using the last ounce of his strength, Bulkhead pulled Prowl close, drifting off into recharge with the ninjabot cradled in his arms.

Title: First Time 2
Pairing: Bulkhead/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, slash, sticky, spank
Summary: (AU) Bulkhead’s interfacing experience continues.

Bulkhead moaned and thrashed as Prowl’s delved in and out of his port. The larger mech spread his legs further apart, silently inviting the ninjabot to nestle between them. Slowly, Prowl eased his fingers out.

“You are certain?” Prowl inquired, servo rubbing over Bulkhead’s aft.

“Yeah, I want you…to be my first,” Bulkhead replied.

Prowl gently pushed forward until his hips were flush against Bulkhead’s aft. The larger mech gasped from the sudden filling sensation. Pain was dull and brief. Pleasure quickly overtook Bulkhead’s sensors. He reached for Prowl’s hips, gently nudging, urging the ninjabot to move. Gently, Prowl thrust into Bulkhead, panting from the tight heat encasing him.

“All right?” Prowl inquired, leaning over to nip Bulkhead’s chassis.

Bulkhead jolted and cried out, “Yes! More! Oh slag!”

Prowl smirked, giving a sharp thrust, and chuckled, “Such filthy language. Am I going to have to spank you, Bulkhead?”

“Prowl! Frag! Frag! Frag!” Bulkhead wailed.

The ninjabot repeatedly slammed his servo over the larger mech’s aft, causing Bulkhead to scream and flail from each strike and thrust of Prowl’s servos and hips. Pleasure and pain intermingled, overpowering Bulkhead’s sensors, sending the larger mech spiraling into a violent overload, crashing into darkness.

Bulkhead woke some time later with Prowl nestled against his side. The ninjabot was caressing his cheek and nibbling on his neck cables.

“Thank you, Prowl,” Bulkhead murmured sleepily. “I…love you.”

“I love you too, Bulkhead,” Prowl murmured back.

Title: A Different Outcome
Pairing: Skywarp/Blurr
Rating: G
Warnings: slash
Summary: (AU) Things turn out differently for Blurr…

Blurr sighed in agitation. Everything was going wrong. He managed to escape the clutches of Thundercracker, but the initial blast from breaking free of the cement and stassis cuffs only rocketed him into a primitive planet. He was trapped on an unknown planet, unable to contact the Autobots, and to make the situation worse, he was being followed by one of the seekers. The purple Decepticon always remained out of firing range and quickly warped away whenever spotted. It was unnerving, annoying, but Blurr knew that if the seeker intended to harm him, he could have done so on numerous occasions. On the fifth day of wandering, Blurr broke the silence.

“I-know-you’re-out-there,” Blurr called. “Come-out. I’m-an-Elite-Guard-agent. I-will-not-attack-you-without-just-cause. I-swear. Please, just-come-out.”

He gasped in shock when the purple seeker materialized a few feet away, trembling in fright. He took a step forward, and the seeker cowered, quickly taking a step back.

“Ah…hello-there,” Blurr stated. He remained silent a moment, uncertain on how to proceed. “My…name-is-Blurr…and-your-name-is?”

The Decepticon whimpered, “Skywarp.”

“What-are-your-intentions-Skywarp?” Blurr growled. “Where-is-your-companion?”

“I--I don’t know,” Skywarp stammered. “H--He abandoned me…said I was worthless scrap…said he’d blast me if…I continued following him. I have…no where else to go…and you didn’t seem to be a mean bot.”

Both bots stood in silence for a few moments, staring each other over.

Blurr finally sighed, “Follow-me-then. I-know-where-there’s-some-natural-oil.”

Title: Gifts
Pairing: Skywarp/Blurr
Rating: G
Warnings: slash
Summary: (AU) Skywarp loves giving presents.

A month passed on the unknown organic planet, and Blurr and Skywarp grew closer. The seeker became more relaxed around the intelligence agent, although still fearful of his surroundings, usually sticking close to Blurr. Skywarp would occasionally warp off alone, coming back with flowers, jeweled rocks, or any other interesting trinkets he thought Blurr might like. Their living quarters, a small cave, was soon overflowing with various objects.

“You-don’t-have-to-keep-bringing-me-these-things,” Blurr chuckled.

Skywarp frowned. “You…don’t like them?”

“I-didn’t-say-that,” Blurr responded. “I-think-it’s-sweet-of-you, but-our-quarters-are-getting-cramped.”

“Oh…okay,” Skywarp murmured, helm hanging low.

A warm grin formed on Blurr’s face, and he cupped the seeker’s cheek. “You’ve-given-me-so-many-wonderful-gifts, and-I-haven’t-given-you-anything.”

“Th--That’s not true,” Skywarp stammered, nuzzling into Blurr’s palm. “You’re the first bot to treat me with kindness and treat me as an equal. You’re…my first friend.”

“Warp…” Blurr murmured, leaning in closer to the seeker.

“Hmm…I like it when you call me that,” Skywarp beamed, leaning forward.

“Maybe…we-can-be-more-than-friends?” Blurr stated.

“That…would be nice,” Skywarp grinned.

Their lips met in a soft kiss, glossas delicately flicking over one another, languidly exploring and tasting the other’s mouth as their arms locked over one another.

Title: Cold Night
Pairing: Skywarp/Blurr
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: handjob, fingering, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU) Blurr needs to be warmed up.

Blurr shivered as the cool night air grazed over him. The cave provided minimal protection from the cold. Skywarp shifted and rolled over to face Blurr.

“Cold?” Skywarp asked.

Blurr chuckled and nodded.

A blush formed on Skywarp’s cheeks. “I--I can keep you warm.”

“Hmm…can-you-now?” Blurr snickered.

“Y--Yeah,” Skywarp murmured, arms wrapping around the intelligence agent.

The two mechs locked lips, moaning as their plated groins rubbed together, both shuddering from the teasing friction. Blurr nibbled Skywarp’s bottom lip as he slid his servo down to the seeker’s groin, cupping and squeezing the heated plating, causing the larger mech to tremble and hiss.

“Well-you’re-starting-to-get-warm,” Blurr laughed.

“As are you,” Skywarp snickered back, servo fondling Blurr’s aft.

The two mechs resumed kissing, growing more and more passionate. The two eventually broke apart as their pelvic plating slid back. Both nervously gazed each other over.

“Y--You’re so beautiful,” Skywarp murmured.

“So-are-you,” Blurr stated. “I…want-you-touch-me. Please?”

“Touch me too?” Skywarp asked.

Blurr nodded and wrapped his servo over Skywarp’s plug, fingers unable to fully wrap around it. “So-big.”

Skywarp shuddered in bliss and dipped a finger into Blurr’s port. “So soft and tight.”

The intelligence agent let out a sharp cry as the seeker’s finger started thrusting, immediately stopping when another cry echoed from the blue mech. “S--Sorry.”

Blurr caught Skywarp’s retreating servo. “You’re-not-hurting-me. Please-don’t-stop.”

Skywarp grinned in relief, slipping another finger into Blurr. The seeker rolled his hips as Blurr’s servo resumed pumping his length. Both cried out in pleasure as overload swept over them, leaving both panting and drenched in condensation, steam rising up from their scalding bodies. The two mechs lazily kissed until they drifted off into recharge, nestled in each other’s arms, warm and content.

Title: Chase
Pairing: Skywarp/Blurr
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU) Skywarp chases after Blurr.

“Catch-me! Catch-me-if-you-can,” Blurr taunted, racing through the forest at top speed.

Grinning wide, Skywarp flew and warped across the forest, servos reaching out and trying to snag Blurr. The intelligence agent dodged the grabs and laughed. He gasped in shock when Skywarp finally caught his servo, tugged hard until he was flush against the seeker’s chassis.

“Caught you,” Skywarp leered. “Do I get a reward?”

“Hmm…I-suppose,” Blurr chuckled, squirming in Skywarp’s hold. “What-would-you-like?”

“I--I want you,” Skywarp stammered.

Smirking, Blurr captured Skywarp’s lips in a passionate kiss, servos tracing over the seeker’s cockpit, fingers digging into the glass surface, eliciting a sharp cry from the larger mech. Blurr broke the kiss, trailing his lips down to Skywarp’s cockpit, glossa wriggling into the seams and flicking over wires. He retracted his pelvic plating and reached between his legs, stretching his port.

“O--Oh, you’re such a beautiful tease,” Skywarp grunted, servo grabbing the horn on Blurr’s helm, rubbing and softly squeezing.

Blurr quivered and cried out when Skywarp’s mouth suddenly engulfed his horn, sucking hard and fast, glossa laving the tip.

“Ah…you’re-quite-the-tease-yourself,” Blurr moaned.

Shuddering from lust, Skywarp grasped Blurr’s hips, positioning the intelligence agent over his exposed groin. He waited until Blurr nodded and slowly lowered the smaller mech down.

“Oh-oh-Primus!” Blurr screamed. “Faster!”

“Like this?” Skywarp groaned, ramming up into the smaller mech.

“Yes!-Ah!-Yes!” Blurr yelled, fingers shooting up to claw at the seeker’s sensitive wings.

Skywarp gritted his dentals, red optics flaring brightly as the pleasure in his circuitry intensified. He caught Blurr’s lips in a searing kiss, slamming harder into the intelligence agent, trying to bury himself deeper into the smaller mech’s tight, exquisite body.

Blurr murmured in between kisses, “Overload-inside-me! I-want-to-feel-you-let-go! Ngh!-Oh! Skywarp!”

The sound of Blurr lost in the throes of passion and screaming out his name sent Skywarp over the edge. Both mechs were left shaking and dazed from the intense overload.

Nuzzling Blurr’s damp neck, Skywarp panted, “That was a nice reward. Thank you…Blurr. You’re so good to me.”

Blurr smiled and wheezed out, “Want-to-chase-me-again?”

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