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Becoming Mama Bear	By : Breech_Loader Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Het - M/F Views: 8539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Becoming Mama Bear

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651

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Harley: Yeah, I know it looked like the fic was dead. Frankly, it’s not.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Japanese Kisses

Prowl looked on in amazement at the Japanese garden on a rooftop in the middle of the city. Whoever owned it had to be fantastically rich, and the chances of Hotwire finding it on a random stroll were extremely slim, which made the discover all the more amazing. His optics swept over the plants and sand-filled rock garden with the still, mirror-like pool of water in the middle, reflecting the garden into the sky. He couldn't find the words to describe it.

"I wanted to get you a present," Hotwire repeated, walking around him. She looked different in the moonlight. It made her black armour shine more, and the white armour seemed less brilliant beside it. What was visible in the light was invisible in the shadows, "There were lots of nature shops and oriental shops but... I wanted something good. Then I found this place..." She approached Prowl again, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Prowl smiled and tilted his head forward, letting out a quiet, pleased hum. "You're the best, Hotwire,” he told her, "I don't think you could have found a more perfect present for me." Of course, it technically wasn't his, but that was a little distinction that meant little to him. Just seeing it was enough.

"Aren't I just though?" Hotwire trailed her hands down Prowl's narrow face, briefly trailing over the almost-healed scar on his face, "Who gave you this?" she asked him, "Who hurt you?"

He glanced at her visor, trying to penetrate it with his gaze to see her green optics underneath, but he couldn't quite see through the reinforced glass. Feeling her fingertips trail down the scar, he found that he had no answer, and he couldn't bring himself to lie to her. "I don't know,” he whispered.

"Prowl, you don't need to protect any of them," Hotwire said softly, pushing back her visor so he could see her green optics. She pulled him down slightly and pressing her lips to his as her hands stroked over his face.

Prowl's reply was cut off by the kiss, which he immediately pressed into, closing his optics and wrapping his arms around the smaller femme. She didn't yet understand his meaning; that he really didn't remember parts of what happened to him, and he had to make her understand that. But pressed up against her, he couldn't force himself to break the kiss. It would wait.

Hotwire stroked his face as she kissed him. The rooftop garden made her feel at peace, and Prowl made her feel even more peaceful. In a really not-peaceful way. She pulled her lips from his, and nipped at the pliable metal on his neck gently with her teeth.

Prowl grinned, tilting his head back and letting out a groan of enjoyment as Hotwire toyed with his neck. He tightened his grip on her, scratching up and down the femme's back slowly as he looked up at the stars above them.

"What do you say, Prowl?" Hotwire asked mischievously as she kissed his neck lightly, "How about we make this peaceful setting... just a little less peaceful?" she ran her hand down his torso suggestively.

Prowl let out a deep chuckle, his spark heating up at the suggestion. It occurred to him that there was a possibility of them being heard up there, probably by the human who owned the place. The thought only made the idea more naughty. "Oh, you are insatiable,” he said, lips against her cheek. His fingertips glided over her shoulders before moving lower, squeezing her rear end.

"As ever..." Hotwire was in an intensely agreeable mood that night. She moaned softly as Prowl squeezed her bumper, and rubbed her hands over his windshield slowly, "Oh, we're going to be so bad tonight..." she purred into his audio, "But unlike last night... I want to see your face..."

"Mmm...oh do you?" he said playfully, one hand making its way up her chassis. He caressed the femme's cheeks gently before reaching up to his visor and unlatching the lock on it with a quiet click.

Hotwire gazed into his optics. True, they were red... but they were still gorgeous, "Do you want to keep them red?" she asked softly, "I can change them, if you want..."

"No... I want to keep them for now,” Prowl told her, stroking her cheek again, "They... they remind me of who I was." Somehow, those words sounded familiar to him, as if he had said them before. But he couldn't recall when he had debated changing his optic colour. These gaps in his memory... they could be maddening.

"'kay..." Hotwire kissed him again, this time much longer and deeper as her tongue sought out his, pressing up against him.

Prowl hummed happily into the kiss as their tongues met and slid together, tasting and exploring each other's mouths and bodies, their hands roaming over each other. The ninja deepened the kiss, his hands coming up to rest behind Hotwire's head.

Hotwire's hands continued to move over Prowl, finding places he hadn't even known were so wonderfully sensitive, as she continued to rub up against him, pressing her hips lightly to his.

Prowl gave out a quiet, aggressive growl, grinding his hips back against hers, feeling metal scrape against metal. His fingers found the tops of her hips, feeling between the seam in her armour, setting out the sensitive sensors beneath.

"Take it slow, hun..." Hotwire murmured, "It's not a race..." She pressed her fingers against his sides, tending to his neck as she rubbed her leg up against his side.

"Mmm, as you wish..." he murmured, leaning in to kiss her lips gently. Nuzzling against her, Prowl dipped his head to kiss her throat lightly, several times in succession. His hands roamed up and down her sides, following the curves and angles of her form.

Hotwire just whimpered in pleasure, her head tilting back as her fingers brushed close to sensitive places, only to move away again, teasing him, occasionally squeezing and pinching lightly, "Oh Prowl, I love you so much..." she said, and the words came so easily, that it shocked her.

"I love you too,” he replied, and the words rung true to him. Swallowing hard, he pressed in closer and continued kissing at her throat, adding little nips to it here and there while his hands rand down her chassis gently.

"Mmm... oh yes..." Hotwire chuckled and her hands curled around his hips, stroking with a suggestion of going further in.

Prowl pressed against her hands as his own roamed down her body and between her legs, rubbing slowly and hard against the plated area teasingly. Nibbling her shoulder, he hummed in a deep rumble, listening as she reacted to his touches.

"Oooh..." Hotwire's hips bucked and her thumbs moved in between his thighs, "Oh yeah... that's good... so... terribly... good..."

Prowl smiled against her, continuing to rub her between the legs slowly, drawing out the pleasure and teasing her. His fingers found the edge of the plating and slid across it as his tongue lapped softly at the little bite marks he had made on her neck.

Hotwire moaned in ecstasy, her hands still rubbing against his thighs, and her engine growling in pleasure as she bared her neck to him, making soft sounds of contentment.

Prowl smiled briefly before continuing to nibble and lick at the femme's neck, his finger becoming more insistent and focused as they slid along her crotch plating. Finding the gaps in them, he began to pry the plates away from her slowly.

Again Hotwire squirmed, and her hand rubbed slowly against his crotch-plating, her hips bucking slightly as her fingers teased at the seams of his metal, one arm looped around his shoulders and rubbing between his fairings.

Prowl's rumble of pleasure vibrated through her neck as he toyed with it and nuzzled against it. Slipping fingers underneath her plating, he slipped one of them into the sensitive data entry port there, rubbing along it softly and slowly. He tilted his face up past her neck to lightly kiss along Hotwire's audio sensors.

Hotwire began to lean back. It felt so good to have Prowl touch her, but whenever he started she always wanted so much more. Her vents were becoming more frequent, and she took Prowl's free hand, licking, sucking and kissing the tips of his fingers.

Prowl let out a quiet sigh as he watched her kiss and suck on his fingers, not moving away or resisting. He kissed around her audios more, adding a flick of his tongue here or there, and all the while, his finger continued its stroking of her access port before he drew it back and forced it in again, a little harder than before.

Hotwire moaned, and Prowl could feel the vibration of her warm mouth against his fingers. Her other hand slipped into his crotch-plating, and her hips bucked against his questing finger, which was already making her lubricated.

He swirled his finger around the port, feeling the growing, oily moisture forming there. The mech smiled again at her mounting pleasure, the obvious signs of her enjoyment. His kisses starting moving lower, back to her neck and then onto her shoulders. After a few more moments of tender exploration, Prow drew his finger back and then two replaced it, moving in and out of her data port in a slow, steady rhythm.

Hotwire's moans became much louder, and her fingers fumbled for the catches on Prowl's armour, listening to his crotch-plating drop to the gravel. Then her fingers began to stroke along the cables there, which were already becoming erect.

It was Prowl's turn to vent faster, letting out a quiet moan as Hotwire stroked at his freed interface cable. Pushing the two fingers in a little faster, his free hand stroked at the femme's cheek as he drew their faces together for a slow, passionate kiss.

"Good..." Hotwire moaned into the kiss, "So good... oh, feels so... good..." Still holding Prowl, returning the passionate kiss, she started to lay down on the gravel, with him on top of her.

Prowl held onto her tightly as he lowered her to the ground, standing over and straddling her body. As she lay there, he stroked down her chassis slowly, letting his fingers drift over her form before he pulled away the remaining plates over her crotch.

Hotwire smiled, and leant forward, whispering into Prowl's audio receptor, "I love you..." Her engine was purring louder as she ran her hands up and down his body, letting him touch her wherever he wanted.

"I love you too,” he replied, the words coming easily from him. His hands roamed over her some more, over her chassis and arms and legs, down her sides. Lowering himself, he kissed her body from the bottom of her chassis on up, climbing up her as he did.

Feeling his hard cable rubbing against her thighs, Hotwire held his face in her hands, kissing him once again, moving her tongue firmly inside his mouth. She lifted a foot and started to run it up and down the length of his leg, her chassis pressed against his.

Prowl returned the kiss, tongue moving against hers as he bucked his hips against her, his hard cable pressing against her thigh more firmly than before, drawing nearer to her access port. Breaking the kiss, he lifted himself above her and readied himself, lining their hips up. Looking into her green optics, venting hard, Prowl thrust forward, the tip of his cable slipping into her.

Hotwire's cry of pleasure was long and loud. Out here in the open air, on the rooftop garden, it sounded very loud indeed, as if it could be heard over the entire city. She spread her knees and braced her legs, raising her hips up off the gravel.

"Mmph...” Prowl uttered, muffling his own cry of pleasure as he slipped into the femme. Grunting hard, he grinned as he looked down at her face, contorted in pleasure. "You're a loud one, aren't you?" he said playfully, gripping her side before he thrust again, pushing his cable deeper inside her. This time, he couldn't quite hold back his own moan.

"Okay... let's get some... attention," Hotwire gasped, before crying out once more, holding onto Prowl's hips, "People... always ignore... Oh! Stuff... Let's give them... something they can't... ignore..."

He could only hope this never reached his comrades on either side of the war. Pulling back, he plunged into Hotwire hard. Crying out, he thrust in again just as hard, creating a slow, powerful rhythm as the two of them interfaced with each other.

Hotwire's fingers dug into his side, and she began to cry out with each thrust , every time he slid into her. Not louder than she felt, but not holding back her feelings of pleasure either. Each smooth thrust made her hips buck and her body shake in pleasure.

Prowl shook with her, groaning as he pushed in and out of Hotwire, the slickness and jolts of energy sending his pleasure sensors into overdrive. His own fingers dug into her as he held himself over her, staring down into her optics as they made love on the building rooftop, their cries carrying into the night.

Still trembling, Hotwire cried out again, "Oh! Oh so good!" she wailed, gazing up at him and thrusting her hips up, wanting to feel him inside her, wanting to feel the friction, and the sensation of being filled as deeply as possible.

He wanted her to feel that, just as much as he wanted to feel it, filling her with his length, sharing the pleasure with her. Prowl began to speed up, adding intensity to their lovemaking, their cries growing louder. He could easily imagine their voice being heard over traffic, the poor humans not sure what to make of it. The thought made him chuckle.

Hotwire's thoughts were similar. She was laughing with pleasure and the thought of scaring some human with the loud growls and clangs of their bodies, and their cries. With each thrust going as deep as possible, she kissed Prowl passionately, still crying out even as she did so.

Prowl kissed her back hard, steam and heat radiating from their bodies as their sparks glowed hot within their bodies. Steel met steel loudly as they brought it together again and again, oily lubricant smeared and cries of pleasure mixed with amused laughs, all in the midst of an island of natural beauty. It was wonderful.

Hotwire could feel the heat rising in her body, and her arousal increasing. She knew she was going to overload soon, and her body began to press harder and faster against Prowl's in response to this knowledge, even as she wailed his name.

Prowl could feel her nearing her peak, and his own wasn't far behind. The charge was swiftly building up between them, guaranteed to release hard when it reached the limit. He pressed against her hard, thrusting in and out as fast as he could manage, venting quickly, his optics filled with static. He cried out once, twice... and then he overloaded, howling in pleasure as he tensed up against Hotwire, emptying his reserves of lubrication into her access port, gripping her roughly as he did so.

Seconds later, Hotwire wailed back at him, tensing and tightening around him and gripping him more tightly as she came. Static burst from her vocals, and she blanked out for several seconds from the loop of pleasure.

Prowl rode it out for several long minutes, holding onto Hotwire tightly as they both came down from the pleasurable high. His venting gradually slowed, and the mech stroked her cheeks softly, looking down at her happily.

Hotwire sighed, her chassis still heaving and engine purring. She looked up at Prowl again, lovingly, "Oh, Prowl..." she murmured, her crotch wet with their fluids.

Prowl smiled at her, leaning in to kiss her lips softly. "I think you gave me a better present", he told her as the kiss ended. He looked over her face and heaving body, savouring the sight while it lasted.

They simply lay there, surrounded by the beauty of the oasis of calm. And then it was broken by the thump of something heavy landing on the roof, "What a wonderful performance you two put on," Starscream's whiny voice rang out, "And may I say simply, bravo, Barricade..." he clapped mockingly “How about an encore?”

After a brief moment of pure shock, Prowl rolled off of Hotwire and faced the uninvited Decepticon, staring up at him from a crouch. "Starscream... What are you doing here?!" the ninja demanded. The seeker hadn't contacted him, hadn't given any sort of plan; he just seemed to have decided to spy on him and Hotwire and show up as obnoxious as ever.

"Oh, I just came to collect," Starscream replied, "It's a good thing you kept that com-link on, or I would never have known just how informative Hotwire really is. She's looking a lot more attractive now," he sneered.

"Com link?" Hotwire looked up at Prowl, her optics hurt and confused, "What's he talking about, Prowl?"

"It seems you've fallen for Megatron's plan entirely," Starscream interrupted, and as usual smugness made him all too mouthy, "You see, Barricade's a Decepticon once again, and everything you have been saying to him since we... dropped him off... has been transmitted. But don't worry... Megatron has no idea about your data banks. Only I do. You'll come in very useful in taking over from that outdated fool..."

Hotwire stared at him for several seconds, then turned back to Prowl, "He's lying... isn't he?" she asked.

Prowl looked back and forth between Hotwire and Starscream, suddenly feeling something horrible deep in his subsystems. Guilt, confusion, fear, and even a bit of betrayal. Starscream didn't trust him and never intended to let him accomplish the mission as he saw fit. He never even planned on serving Megatron, and now... "It's... I... I didn't know!" he said to Hotwire, trying to find the words to explain himself to the medic.

"Of course you knew," Starscream sneered again, stepping forward and breaking up a path as he did so, "Now, hand over the femme nice and calmly, and neither of you gets hurt. I could use a skilled right-hand-mech such as yourself, Barricade."

"What are you planning to do to me?" Hotwire asked him, trying to pull on her plating.

"Oh, I'll just download your entire lifetime into an easy to read file," Starscream grinned, "You yourself will remain in perfect working condition..."

"You will not!" Prowl snapped out, swiftly standing between the femme and the Decepticon seeker. He immediately knew how crazy a move it was. He was supposed to be a Decepticon, and yet here he was, defying a direct order. But some things were more important to him than orders, like loyalty and honour. "I took on this mission under the assumption of certain truths, but you haven't been truthful to me, Starscream!"

"You're a spy, Barricade," Starscream grinned, "You should know that all the data you absorb goes towards the Decepticon cause. And I AM the Decepticon cause!"

“You’re a prick, Starscream,” Hotwire told him rudely.

"You don't believe in any cause but your own,” Prowl growled at him, "You're a pretender and a liar, and I don't believe a word you've said. What did you do to me? Why are there these gaps in my mind? Tell me!"

"Heh..." Starscream chuckled, "Megatron had you punished for treachery. You're quite the screamer, Barricade... And then I wiped your memory banks. Now you're a loyal Decepticon, just as you were always meant to be."

Prowl stared up at Starscream in shock. As much as he was tempted to accuse the seeker that he was lying yet again, this sounded like the truth. "I'm... really an Autobot?" he realized at last. He had been betrayed. Mindwiped. And all the while used as a weapon against the person he should have trusted from the beginning. "Oh no...” he said, a cold chill running through his circuits, "I didn't know, Hotwire. You have to believe me!"

"Really an Autobot? No," Starscream chuckled, "You've always been a Decepticon, Barricade. You just... betrayed us for a little while. Now... welcome back to the team, partner."

"I think I understand now why I turned against you!" Prowl shouted at the seeker in an uncharacteristic display of rage, "You worthless, backstabbing, slimy piece of slag! You think I'm just going to go back to being your little plaything after what you've done to me?"

"Shut up, and stand aside," Starscream started to charge up his missiles, "She will be most useful while she still functions. You needn't be."

"Prowl..." Hotwire still sounded confused, "You told him? You told him just how much data I hold?"

"No, no, no..." Starscream oozed at Hotwire, "You told him. And, well... he just didn't bother to turn off his com-link..."

"Damn it... I didn't know, Hotwire! I thought I was a Decepticon on an undercover mission! I wouldn't have done it otherwise,” he spoke, trying to defend himself. He shook his head, feeling like an idiot. He should have known something was wrong. The cover story behind his injuries, the way all the Autobots knew and respected him... it just didn't fit, in retrospect.

"I... I don't know anymore..." Hotwire said quietly. She still trusted him more than she ever would Starscream, "But I'll not go with you, Starscream, you cowardly cretin!"

"Nobody said you had a choice..." Starscream smirked, and fired at the ground in front of Prowl, the blast knocking both of them off their feet.

Prowl went flying head over feet, the spiral of sky, roof, and then sky again, taken off his guard. He hit the ground hard, rolling as debris rained on top of him and his sensors adjusted from the trauma they had just suffered. Crawling to his feet, he tried to get his bearings.

It was too late. Starscream was considerably faster than either of them, and had leapt forward to grab a stunned Hotwire. As soon as she realised he was holding onto her arm, she started fighting him, but it was useless. Even as her plait lashed out to sting him, he grabbed it and twisted it as it thrashed in his powerful grip.

"I'm not getting caught out by that again!" he sneered at her.

"Let go of me!" Hotwire shouted, angrily.

Seeing Hotwire in Starscream’s clutches sent Prowl into a rage. The mech stood up and charged at the seeker, bellowing his hate the whole way. There was no strategy or forethought behind his actions, just pure, unrestrained hate.

Starscream ginned at this, and held Hotwire in front of him as a shield. As soon as the charging Prowl was close enough, he lashed out with a fist, knocking the angry Autobot off his feet.

"You're losing your touch, cyberninja," he sneered, holding the squirming, angry Hotwire to him, "But now I've got some data to extract, and you've got some explaining to do... so, I bid you farewell." He kicked off, and flew up, with a screaming Hotwire in his arms.

Getting up again, his jaw aching, Prowl watched in horror as Starscream took off where he could not follow: into the sky. Rushing over in a panic, he reached out as if by pure will he could slow the seekers ascent; bring the femme back to him safely. "Hotwire! No!" he shouted uselessly as they left him behind on the rooftop.

It was too late. She was gone.

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