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Losing Control	By : GabrielC Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 4231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 2 – Prank

Prowl awoke with a start, knocking over the waiting energon cube. He cursed under his breath as the purple fluid splashed onto his arm. His capacitor was cycling at some speed; his recharge had been a restless one. He stood allowing his CPU to fully adjust for a moment before heading out of his room. He was deep in thought as he approached his office, he knew he was ordered not to work, but he wanted, needed something to keep his mind occupied. His thoughts trailed back to the previous night, heat built up within him as he remembered Optimus holding him, the touch of his glossa against his own. Prowl growled softly and rubbed his optics, why had he done that? Did he need it, want it? He should have more self control; no matter his personal feelings or the kindness he showed him he was still his commander, his leader and more importantly his friend. Prowl shook the images from his head, determined not to let it distract him. If he remained quiet, chances were Prime would too, chalking it up to a lapse of judgement.

Prowl had trouble convincing himself of this as he approached his office. Keying in the unlock code he was surprised to find it already unlocked. He heard laughing from within and frowned.

Jazz was sat perched on his desk, his legs either side of Ironhide who was sat in his chair, Jazz was laughing as Ironhide squirmed uncomfortably at his teasing. Prowl shut his optics for a moment and then feigned a cough loudly. Jazz squeaked as he fell off the table with a shove from Ironhide who stood looking rather embarrassed.

“Disturbing something?” Prowl asked with a barely repressed growl.

Ironhide smirked as Jazz propped himself up on the table with his arms, still kneeling on the floor. His liquid cheerful voice smiling at Prowl.

“Not yet Prowler...” He answered with a chuckle.

“What are you both doing in my office?”

“Well until Ratchet gives you the all clear... it’s not your office, you are in fact banned from coming here for the next two weeks. We have been given half of your work load, Prime has taken the rest.” Ironhide replied firmly, regaining his composure.

“This is ridiculous.” Prowl was exasperated. “What am I supposed to do for two weeks?!”

“Relax...” Jazz replied with amusement.

“I am relaxed when I am working.” Prowl snapped in frustration.

Ironhide frowned. “Maybe you should help him...” He mumbled to Jazz who smiled.

“Not a bad idea... how about it Prowler?” Jazz snaked around Prowl’s desk and draped an arm over his shoulder.

“Stop calling me that...” He grumbled quietly as his door wings drooped.

“Come on... let Jazz help you chill out...” He guided the tense Prowl to the exit giving Ironhide a grin as he left.

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“Jazz this is really unnecessary; I can make my own way to the rec room.”

“Naw... its ok I was on break anyway...”

“Clearly.” Prowl sighed. “Please refrain from taking your breaks on my desk... if at all possible.”

Jazz chuckled softly. “You got it Prowler.”

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Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were arguing loudly in the rec room when they arrived, it took both Jazz and Prowl to separate them when it broke out into a fight.

“What is going on?!” Prowl demanded.

“He started it!” Sunstreaker yelled petulantly. Folding his arms he slumped into a chair and all but pouted.

“I did not!” Sideswipe was indignant and leant against the wall also folding his arms.

Jazz shook his head. “What went wrong this time?”

Both mechs stared at him and glanced at Prowl, who frowned in confusion. Jazz followed their gaze and laughed. “He’s off duty guys, you might as well tell me.”

Prowl stared as the twins both began talking at once about some prank that had gone wrong in Wheeljack’s lab and how they had tried to defer blame from themselves by trying to get Bumblebee stuck in quicksand. They began bickering about whose fault it was again before Jazz shouted over them. After some persuasion the twins sulked and answered his question.

“Prime is making us clean out the waste processors for the next month.” Sunstreaker whined.

“He’s even worse than Prowl...” Sideswipe joined in, his optics glanced warily over at the tactician who had sat down and was resting his head in his hands. “Hey is he ok?”

Jazz turned his smirk wiped off his face. “Hey Prowler... you ok over there?”

Prowl looked at them still frowning. “I have no idea what’s going on...” Sunstreaker sniggered, receiving a slap across his arm from his twin.

Sideswipe glanced at Jazz slyly. “Off duty you say...?”

“Sides... now don’t go doing anything stupid...”

Sideswipe shot him an innocent look. “Would I?”

Jazz frowned. “Yeah... you would...” His comm. bleeped. “Look Prowler I have to go Bumblebee needs me at the patrol perimeter. You gonna be ok?”

Prowl raised an orbital brow at him. “I am not made of glass Jazz... I will be fine.”

Jazz patted him on the back and cast a warning look at the two twins who were now busily muttering in the corner. They froze when they caught Jazz’s glare.

“You two... behave... Prowl’s supposed to be relaxing.”

“Jazz I think I can manage being left alone with the twins.” Prowl stated blandly wishing that everyone would stop worrying about him and let him get back to work. His injuries did not prevent him from sitting at a desk. Although he did have trouble moving occasionally, parts of body still ached and his new interface cover itched uncomfortably. Ratchet had carried out extensive repairs and much to Prowl’s discomfort it appeared to be sending him phantom signals, due to the sensitivity of some of the parts. He fidgeted in his seat as Jazz left the room, before finally giving up and standing grabbing a cube of energon.

He stood absently staring at the purple fluid, swirling it gently, lost in thought he’d forgotten the twins were in the room until something brushed his door wing, making him jump.

“Hey Prowlie... how are you feeling?” Sideswipe drawled playfully as he traced his fingers over the tactician’s tense door wings. Prowl sipped his energon slowly, his optics watching Sideswipe suspiciously.

“I am fine, if you don’t remove your hand from my door wing however... you won’t be...”

“Awww... Prowl we’re hurt, we just want to help you relax.” Sunstreaker piped up smiling widely.

Prowl gulped the rest of his energon and placed the cube on the table. “Thank you but I don’t need your help.” He turned and exited the room briskly. The twins fell into step either side of him, he stopped.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re coming with you...”

“Why?”

“We want you to have fun... you know take your mind off things...” Sunstreaker shrugged.

Prowl clenched his jaw and his fists, his patience fading rapidly. “The only thing my mind is on at the moment is what you two are up to. Now I understand you both may not have better things to do with your time but I do...”

“Better things... like what?” Sideswipe challenged.

Prowl opened his mouth, truth was he had absolutely nothing to do, he had only been back two days and the boredom was already driving him crazy. How other mechs spent most of their free time ‘relaxing’ baffled him, what did they do with all that time? How boredom hadn’t addled all of their CPU’s he didn’t know and frankly he didn’t want to find out, especially from the twins. They were well known for embroiling others unwittingly in their little schemes, but he was not just another ‘bot he wasn’t going to play along.

“Yeah... I thought as much...” Sideswipe grinned as Prowl hesitated to answer. The twins grabbed his arms and led him back to the rec room.

“Take your hands off me before I am forced to do something I will not regret.” Prowl growled as the two mechs, both of equal size to him, lifted him off the floor. He struggled a little before they placed him in the room. Sideswipe locked the door and grinned. His twin was already sidling up to the highly irritated tactician who was only barely repressing his anger.

“Need to relax Prowl.” Sunstreaker murmured as he nipped his audios. Trailing his glossa along his neck. Prowl flinched and growled from his chest as Sunstreaker’s hands stroked up the length of his door wing. Prowl hissed through clenched dentals, the touch was firm but not unpleasant.

“We do this for any ‘bot who’s been through the pits... we enjoy it, they enjoy it... everyone’s relaxed.”

“I am not... aaAhh...enjoying it...” Prowl shuddered as Sunstreaker bit into exposed cables at his neck.

“Don’t worry, you will...” Sideswipe grinned letting his hands run down the front of Prowl’s frame.

Prowl was beside himself, with anger, confusion... what in the name of Primus was going on? Had the world gone mad during his capture? A shiver washed over him as the twins increased their ministrations. Heat was rising in his internal systems. Prowl had, had enough.

“This is your last warning... if you do not remove your hands from me this instant... I am...”

“What... what are you going to do...?” Sideswipe murmured in his audio. “Come on Prowl... let go... show us...”

Prowl’s temper finally got the better of him; he twisted with an angry snarl that startled the twins, having never seen the tactician properly lose his cool. Sunstreaker yelped as he found his fingers pried back and a sharp punch sent him flying over a table, he landed sprawled on his back, legs in the air. Sideswipe flew into a nearby bulkhead with a crash. Both mechs stared at the panting SIC, who was angry to the point of shaking. Confusion filled his features as both twins began laughing.

Sideswipe was on his feet first and launched himself at Prowl sending them to the floor; he chuckled at Prowl’s stunned expression as he landed straddling his frame.

“Primus you’re hot when you’re angry...” Sideswipe purred...

“What...? What is this...?” Prowl stammered at a loss.

Sideswipe leaned forward and grinned his glossa flicking out and licking Prowl’s lips. “We’re giving you what you need... get angry with us if it helps... we don’t mind... we’re fighters after all... need to let go Prowl or it’ll eat you up.” His tone was playful but his optics were deadly serious. He laughed again as Prowl gawped at him and planted a firm kiss on his mouth.

This earned him a punch in the head sending him sprawling onto his side. Sunstreaker joined the fray and wrestled the tactician back to the floor, letting his hands dance across the ‘bots door wings as he did so. Prowl groaned as the sensation caught him unawares. They sparred with the tactician, letting him vent his frustrations at them, his anger, while managing to rest playful touches on his frame that always elicited a gasp or a moan from Prowl.

Prowl actually started to let go, nobody ever sparred with him unless he asked them too, and even then he would never thought of asking the twins, besides their methods were erratic to say the least.

“Gaahhh..!” Prowl cried out as Sunstreaker grabbed him from behind and fell backwards. The ‘bot kept a tight hold across his waist as he bit and licked his wings, adrenalin pumping through him. Prowl writhed on top of him struggling to free himself as Sunstreaker wrapped his legs around him too. Sideswipe pounced and purred into Prowl’s audio. Prowl’s intakes were short sharp bursts as Sunstreaker dug his fingers into the joints and stroked sensitive nerve bundles. Prowl bucked and moaned as his enjoyment was increased by pleasurable signals pulsing through his sensor net.

Sideswipe pressed down on the clearly aroused tactician. “Relaxed enough yet Prowler?” He moaned as he bit into his neck. Prowl gasped and moved against him, the arousal was taking over his sensor net and much to the twins’ surprise he hadn’t glitched and passed out yet.

//Thought you said he would pass out...// Sunstreaker comm’d his brother.

Sideswipe grinned eagerly. //I am glad I was wrong.// He kissed Prowl again letting his hand drift over the tactician’s interface cover. It retracted easily, Prowl was lost to the ministrations of Sunstreaker’s expert fingers, kneading, stroking and caressing in all the right places. Sideswipe gently stroked Prowl’s aroused spike. The tactician froze beneath him, his optics staring at him. Sunstreaker continued to caress him softly trying to ease the apprehension from his frame.

“It’s alright Prowl... you’re in control... this is all for you... not going to do anything you don’t want...” Sideswipe held his worried gaze firmly, his own systems desperately trying to cool down. Slightly trembling hands reached out to grab his helm. Prowl pulled him into a desperate needy kiss. Sideswipe groaned his arousal building fast.

Prowl’s cortex was foggy and dazed from the pleasurable tingles pulsing through him, he wanted, needed release. Sunstreaker squirmed beneath him and sat up. Letting Prowl rest against his chest, as he continued to stroke his wings. His hands felt so good, he had no doubt that he was going to regret this, but he wasn’t thinking anything right now. He just wanted to not be treated any differently, not have them walk on egg shells around him, the twins were handing it to him willingly, giving him what he wanted. He pressed his mouth hungrily into Sideswipe who adjusted himself so he was sitting over Prowl’s erect, lubricated spike.

He paused letting the tip of the spike tease the entrance to his clenching valve. He stared intently at Prowl who gave him a faint nod of approval. Sideswipe groaned as he lowered himself slowly, Prowl’s hands grabbed him and gripped tightly, his rough touches felt like fire. He was relishing seeing the SIC lose himself to him, it was exhilarating. He thrust his hips slowly forward, pushing the entire length into his eager throbbing valve. Prowl let out a wanton growl as his head dropped back onto Sunstreaker’s shoulder. The golden mech grinned at his twin and proceeded to massage the red chevron on Prowl’s head. He gasped and bucked upwards sharply.

“Oohhhh...Primus...” He whispered as Sideswipe writhed slowly against his spike, thrusting long and deep holding it for a split second before pulling back. Prowl writhed and moaned his optics half closed with pleasure. Sideswipe felt the intensity increase; the tactician wasn’t going to last much longer. His cooling systems drowned out Sideswipe’s deep groans as he thrust a little harder. Prowl’s spike hit the deepest recessed nerve bundle and Sideswipe shook throwing his head back sharply. His cries of overload filling the room. His spasming valve sent Prowl crashing into his own overload, his transfluid bursting into Sideswipe.

“AaaaAAAAHH.... Oohhhh... frag...” Prowl breathed as the intense waves of overload raged through his system. He felt his cortex fog up and he lost himself to the bliss.

Sideswipe remained where he was panting a little as his cooling fans whirred at top speed, he felt Prowl’s spike still inside him, coated with transfluid. He smirked as Prowl off lined into recharge in Sunstreaker’s arms.

“Was this your plan...?” The golden mech returned his twin’s grin.

“Not really... but it turned out better than I had anticipated...” He chuckled softly, removing himself from Prowl.

The door was being hammered from the other side and loud irate shouts filtered through the bulkhead.

Sunstreaker gently laid Prowl on the custom built sofa and winced as the door screeched in protest at the punishment. Sideswipe cleaned up the fluids and flopped himself at Prowl’s head gently running his fingers over the red chevron.

Sunstreaker glanced down at him. “We’re so fragged... you know that right?”

“Worth it...” Sideswipe chuckled as the door finally burst open.

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