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'Friendly' Persuasion	By : LadyStarscream Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 1991 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro, I'm just borrowing the charas long enough to write them! Also, I am not making any profit from these. It's just for fun . Also, many many thanks to LStarrunner who wrote a lot of the content in the later c

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Category: Slash, Plug 'N Play
Universe: G1
Rating: R. Totally R.
Warnings: very Explicit plug 'n play. that's all I'm saying.
Pairings: Prowl/Jazz
Summary: Jazz misses Prowl, and has trouble getting to sleep. But not for long...
Author’s Notes: Prowl's P.O.V. on this is coming up next. I did do a little re-writing on it. Sorry, lstar, the plotbunnies ran away with me again. XD.

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Alone in their room - Prowl's room - Jazz lay back down on the berth. Realizing he was on Prowl's side, he almost slid over where he 'belonged', but then what Sideswipe said suddenly made sense to him, and he stayed where he was. "The last time I was on his side of the berth-:" he had to take his visor off to wipe his eyes. "Did the Twins know I was cryin' half the night?" He set the visor gently on the floor and called up the memory. "The last time I was on his side of the berth", he shuddered, "he was late for a meetin' with Prime."

*flashback*

Jazz woke to the sensation of empty air beside him, where his lover usually was. He rolled over and found Prowl sitting at his computer typing, several hours earlier than usual.

"whatcha doin' this early in the mornin', love?" Jazz asked.

"I have a meeting with prime to go over the plans for your next surveillance of the nemesis and I want to make sure they are perfect." Prowl's doorwings were drawn up in apprehension. He didn't want his bondmate to get caught while sneaking around inside the Decepticon command ship. Not that he would say that out loud though.

"ya know they're good, Prowl, c'mon back to me, now," Jazz said, calling up as much love and want in his spark as he could, knowing that Prowl would feel it from him.

"I have to do this, Jazz, to be sure you have the highest possible probability of success," Prowl protested, but Jazz heard the slight tremor in his vocalization. That meant he was affected by Jazz's effort.

he got up off the recharge plate. "what's my probability of success, love? 90 percent?" and walked as gracefully as he was able toward Prowl, concentrating on what he wanted to do when he got there.

Prowl stoically faced the monitor but Jazz could tell he had Prowl's full attention. "94.6 percent. but I think I can find a way to get it up to 96 percent..."

Jazz pressed up against Prowl's back from behind, and leaned down to whisper in his audio, "I want you more than that 1.4 percent," as he kissed around the side of Prowls neck, and up around the tactician's jawline. Jazz gently ran his fingers around the edges of his mate's door-wings, from the lowest point on his back out to the edge, up along the seal, pausing to fondle the latches, and on around to the top edge back to where they attached to Prowl's back.

Prowl shuddered and tried to focus on the plan. Jazz continued to caress his back and doors, and focused all the energy he could on the part of his spark that was Prowl's. "I love knowin' there's a little part o' you in me, all the time," he purred, "but I want ta' feel the rest o' you." he grinned, knowing he was winning. He could feel the desire building in his mate. He rested his hands on Prowl's shoulders and kissed the top of his helm, careful of the chevron. then he had an idea: he cautiously touched the back of Prowl's chevron with his glossa. he licked along first one half of the chevron, then the other.

That was the last straw! Prowl stood up, forcing Jazz to stop attending to his chevron. Jazz backed a step to get out of the way of the door-wings, sensing Prowl was about to turn around - ah, the practicality of the bond to keep them from doing damage to each other! - and waited.

As he turned to face Jazz, Prowl rumbled low, "the rest of me?" and caught Jazz around the waist, pulling their bodies tightly together. now in his mate's audio, Prowl growled, "you want the rest of me?" glossa tracing the edge where black met white, Prowl's hands caressed Jazz's midsection, fingers gently slipping into the space between armor plates, brushing cables and stimulating sensors.

Jazz felt Prowl's fields flare against his own, and opened the access panel at his waist. Prowl chuckled a little and kissed him. "Not just yet." He whispered. his fingers expertly stroked the now-exposed circuits, sending tiny thrills of electricity through him, and delicately sought the connector inside. Jazz gasped softly, wanting more. One hand traced down Prowl's hood, past a headlight, down around his bumper to slide into the space under it, and touch the delicate wires beneath; the other brushing against the coverplate of Prowl's interface port cover.

Prowl moaned softly, and entwined his glossa with Jazz's.

Jazz kissed him deeper, and Prowl slid the coverplate aside. One darkly-colored hand slid deeper inside, brushing a wire behind Prowl's right headlight, sending a stronger tendril of energy across his chest. The other hand found the open interface and traced the edges, then crossed over two circuits, making Prowl gasp into his lover's mouth. Prowl had to struggle to keep his legs from giving out under him as a strong surge of pleasure washed over him.

the Datsun turned them as one and started them moving slowly toward the berth. one hand on Jazz's back, maintaining the contact of their bodies, and the kisses increased to a fervor.

Jazz purposely extended his energy field toward Prowl, knowing what kind of effect it would have on him. His fingers slid around the connector, and the plug unlatched itself. He smirked around the kisses, knowing that was what his mate wanted. Prowl's hand around Jazz's waist slipped, sending his fingertips skirting across a seam. Jazz made a soft noise, like "do it again."

Prowl obliged, and his fingertips searched out Jazz's connector plug, too. They had never done a double-hookup like this before, it was usually one mech 'plugging in' to the other. But Jazz was all for it, and guided Prowl's hand to connect to him first.

"Uh-uuuh." Jazz panted, feeling the energy that had seemed so strong doubling now, coming like crashing waves, and when his legs hit the edge of their berth, he broke their kiss, losing their balance. Prowl smirked as Jazz fell under him. "So you want to feel me, do you?" he asked, voice low and teasing. Prowl's optics were dimmed to a deep blue, and he sent a wave of pleasure across their link. Jazz shuddered from underneath him, and caught himself before he could cry out. Prowl leaned down, so their faces were inches apart. "I want to hear you scream my name." Jazz tilted his head back and drew in a deep, shuddering breath, Prowl's hand slid inside the armor plating, hitting a sensitive wire, and Jazz moaned. He looked up to find Prowl kissing his way down Jazz's hood, down his chest, midsection, and Jazz gasped out loud as Prowl's glossa flicked around the edges of his open interface. Jazz arched his back. "U-uuh.. Prowl!"

"I can't hear you."

The thin appendage circled the connected interface, pressing, teasing. Jazz moaned louder, panting. "O-ooohhhh! Prowl!"

A chuckle was heard, and Prowl's hand inside Jazz's chest bridged two wires, sending a thrill of electricity. Prowl looked up around his pointed chevron, the light giving him an almost wicked look.

He ran his glossa around the end of Jazz's interface plug, making the saboteur squirm in ecstasy. "Stop-- uh--- playing!" he pleaded. The rest of the sentence came out in a drawn out moan. Prowl sucked the connector into his mouth, still teasing the tip of it with his glossa. Jazz squirmed harder, and arched his back, gasping for breath, He jerked his head from one side to the other, almost hitting overload right then. "PROWL! OOOOOHHHHHH!"

he whimpered loudly, and Prowl relented, sliding back up to lie face to face with Jazz, and brought their bodies back into contact, giving him a sensual kiss. Jazz started to reach for his chest, but Prowl caught his mate's hand. He kissed Jazz again, hard enough to press his head back onto the hard metal of the recharge berth under him, and clicked the connector into place. Jazz whimpered, and Prowl took the opportunity to slide his glossa between parted lips, soaking up what was left of the moan.

As their consciousness merged, Prowl sent a small surge of energy over the link. Not enough to send them into overload. Not just yet.

Jazz replied by sending several tendrils of needle-like static electricity over the cable, like liquid lightning, silently begging for more. For Prowl to take him over, and become one with his spark again.

electricity crackled around them, and pleasure ran through both bodies. It felt as though they could feel everything, every single air current made by the ventilation ductwork, the temperature, every circuit was singing with sensitivity, begging to be brought into the fire-and-ice ecstasy of overload.

"Are you ready?" Jazz said anxiously, trying to use his most sensuous tone, perfectly aware of the effect the sound of his voice had on his mate.

He panted, trying to cool his overworked circuits, and build up a surge of energy that would send them both careening into overload, and open both spark-chambers just enough to allow them to touch again.

Prowl trembled deliciously against him. "-you-know-I-am-", he said inside Jazz's processor, not bothering to use his vocalizer. "-let-me-take-your-visor-off-"

"anything you ever want, love," Jazz purred and waited as Prowl slowly brought his hands up to remove the protective article.

"-I-love-you-,-love-to-see-your-face-,-your-optics-when-we're-together-like-this-." Prowl only made run-on sentences when he was close to overcharge. he caressed Jazz's face, looking deeply into his bright blue optics.

Jazz drew Prowl's mouth back down to his. "-I-love-you-,-too-" he said, inside Prowl's processor. An eternal moment later, they were elbow-deep in each other again, each teasing circuits, parting wires, and finally caressing the other's spark chamber.

Prowl took a deep breath and let the electricity that had been building up inside him go. Jazz knew it and sent his own surge of energy across their physical link and hungrily swallowed Prowl's cry of pleasure. Their energy fields, minds and sparks merged, and the overload hit.

Both of them shuddered violently, so consumed in the flood of energy they thought their vocalizers had stopped working, and couldn't make a sound. It was more than either had felt before, going both ways through the double-link. Finally, both cried out loudly, their voices intertwined in a chorus of pure pleasure. Bright blue lightning crossed their link, Liquid ice and fire, then darkness....

the room came back into focus for a second, and then faded to darkness as they fell offline.

It seemed as though instead of two bodies with two sparks, (Jazz and Prowl), there were two forms now, but only a single spark between them. A single unified entity.

*present*

Field flaring as if Prowl were there with him again, Jazz slipped into a peaceful recharge.
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