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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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Title: "Friendly" Persuasion, chapter 7
Category: Slash, Plug 'N Play
Rating: R
Warnings: Detailed physical intimacy/bonding (Plug-N-play)
Pairings: Prowl/Jazz
Summary: Prowl is having a dream. The other half of Jazz's dream.

Author’s Notes: This was entitled "Chapter 6 part 2" when I originally posted it (here at livejournal and other places it was posted), but I felt it was long enough, that it deserved it's own chapter.

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Prowl was having a horrific nightmare. His doorwings had been torn off and half his armor was missing. He could feel little spikes of electricity flash through his body where wires were exposed or torn. He needed to run away, but his legs wouldn't work. So he was forced to drag himself across the desert he was somehow in. If his battle computer had been up and running, it would have been protesting, asking how he got here, and how did he get out of the Nemesis? But it wasn't, and Prowl didn't care, so long as he got away. He glanced over his shoulder, presumably at the direction he'd come from, and continued trying to drag himself towards the Ark. "Surely the Autobots would have sent out a search party, right?" He asked himself.
"No. They don't care... they think you're dead... There's no way you can escape.."

The voice that answered him was barely a whisper, but he knew who it was.

Soundwave had gotten in his head, and probably knew exactly where he was. Soundwave was chasing him, he knew it somehow. He stifled a whimper, trying to keep his fear at bay, and kept pulling himself along, refusing to give up.

It seemed like he'd been dragging himself for miles in the dust. He felt like he was never going to get anywhere. He had no radio, his vocalizer felt like it had been broken, and every time he tried to call out, he could feel it give a little more. "Anyone!" he'd try just one more time. "Anyone! Prime! Ratchet! ANYONE!" He coughed, trying not to agitate the damaged circuits anymore. A cold wind picked up the dust behind him, and swept it forward. A cold shadow started to creep across the Desert. Prowl gulped and looked up. No, not storm clouds. He gulped and resisted the urge to look behind him. He shivered as he felt the tendrils of Soundwave's mind creeping towards him. "No... Help!" he knew if there was anyone else who could hear him, they would have come and rescued him by now.

He suddenly mustered up his nerve, and turned to face his captor.

Nothing. The empty expanse of the Oregon desert met his gaze.

The winds died down, leaving the orange sun-baked landscape just as it was before.

Prowl narrowed his damaged optics and willed himself forward. The sun's heat increased.

He forced himself to move, wishing the heat would go away.

The further he went, the more it seemed to increase. Until he thought we was about to overheat. He finally stopped, panting for air to cool his systems. "Anyone? Can you hear me?" He tried to go a few more feet, but the last of his energy seemed to fade with every movement.

He finally gave up and lay on his stomach in the dust, crying.

"Damnit... Jazz... if you're still in there somewhere..." He curled up slightly, hoping this nightmare would somehow end.

"Please..." He coughed again, then tensed. The shadow had come back.

and this time, he could hear the footsteps approaching. He didn't look up.

He was so tired.

tired of fighting.

He shuddered, letting the bluish droplets of fluid fall where they may, only to disappear into the dry dirt.

"Hey." a voice whispered, barely hearable.

"Hey." It was slightly louder. Was Soundwave messing with him again? Just getting inside his head.

Someone had taken a hold of him, and was hauling him upright.

Sitting up, he took a deep 'breath' and looked at whoever it was.

Miraculously, it was Jazz. Not Soundwave. Not Megatron.

Jazz was supporting him, arms around his midsection, cautiously avoiding contact with the sparking stubs of his door-wings. "I love knowin' there's a little part o' you in me, all the time," Jazz purred at him, "And there'll always be a lil' part 'o me in you, too. No matter what happens."

Prowl blinked "How... how did you..."

"How'd I hear you?" Jazz tilted his visored head to one side slightly, as though in thought.

"Like I said, I'll always be here." he tapped on the undamaged part of Prowl's chestplate softly, where his spark chamber lay underneath. Prowl's fear and pain suddenly turned into relief.

He was here! His bondmate had come to his rescue, just like he should have!"

Prowl managed a nod. "How...how do I know this is real?"

Jazz just smiled softly. "There ain't nothin' in the universe that can undo our bond. Even a thousand Devastators couldn't come between us."

Prowl's tears almost turned to tears of joy! Only Jazz would say something so corny at such a time as this! Prowl pulled him into a tight embrace. Finally, after a minute or so, he relinquished his tight hold, but still didn't let go.

"It aint over yet, though." Jazz said from beside his audio. He pulled away long enough to look Prowl in the optics. "We may still have a bond, but it mighta been.... blocked somehow." Jazz leaned in. "Come back ta me, Prowl." His voice sounded almost pleading. Prowl opened his mouth to answer but found he couldn't find an answer. Somehow, he found, just being closer to his bonded made the pain of his wounds fade slightly. And even though he couldn't say it aloud, he wanted to regain that bond just as much as Jazz did. It was nice just to hear Jazz's voice. That soft, melodic tenor. Jazz could... affect him. Suddenly Prowl found himself wanting Jazz fiercely.

"I...we have to get back to the Ark." Prowl finally said.

Jazz nodded. "Yeah. But we can take our time." Jazz scooted closer. "There's no way Soundwave can get ta you when I'm here."

Prowl wanted to regain their bond, too. But here wasn't the place, nor was it the time. And Jazz, stubborn as always, was trying to ignore that. "There's a... chance the Decepticons could come looking for me." Prowl managed. Jazz glanced up at the horizon. "95%, I'd say" Prowl added on, hoping the saboteur would believe his guessed-statistic. He didn't know if Jazz knew his battle computer had crashed or not. He was hoping not. Instead, Jazz leaned in further. "Yes, but I want you more than just 5%..." and kissed him.

Prowl's mind flipped back and forth between "If this is a dream, he could be right, and it's fine." and "what if it's not a dream?" and "Even so, he's here, we should get our bond back. Soundwave can't hurt me if he's here. So it's not Soundwave?"

"Waitaminute, what if it's Soundwave *as* him?"

"But why? I can't give Soundwave the codes, so why would he bother with me now?"

"It has to be Jazz." His bondmate, or the part of his spark that was here, or whatever, lifted Prowl to his feet.

"Huh? how did that happen?" Prowl thought. "Jazz isn't that strong...." He could feel the faint thrumming of the Porsche's engine under his armor, the edges of his field brushing against Prowl's. He kissed him back.

Jazz was not idle, one hand tracing down Prowl's hood, past a cracked headlight, down around the torn attachments for his bumper to touch the delicate wires beneath; the other brushing against Prowl's battered and open interface port. Electricity rippled across Prowl's chest, pleasure chasing pain chasing pleasure. Prowl moaned.

"I want to feel the rest of you." Jazz nearly-whispered into his Audio.

Prowl off-lined his optics momentarily, then turned them back on, to make sure this was really real.

In the tiny amount of time that he had blinked, his surroundings had changed. He no longer had the feeling of dust in his mouth or dried tears on his face. They were in their quarters on the Ark. Feeling relief as well as desire for Jazz, he slowly moved his hands down Jazz's back to hug him tightly. "The rest of me?" he asked quietly in his mate's audio, "You want the rest of me?" glossa traced the edge where black met white, and Prowl's hands caressed Jazz's midsection, fingers gently stimulating sensitive wires and circuits.

Their glossa entwined and lip components moving together, Jazz felt Prowl's fields flare against his own. He 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. Legs shaking slightly, Jazz turned them as one and started them moving slowly toward the berth. Prowl kept one hand on Jazz's back, maintaining the contact of their bodies, the other caressing Jazz's interface cable. Jazz moaned and almost lost his balance. As soon as they reached the recharge berth, Jazz pulled Prowl down atop him, and gently maneuvered his unresponsive legs with his own.

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.

Jazz circled the circuits for Prowl's headlights, carefully avoiding the ripped metal. His fingers slid down, around another circuit, across a connection cable, Prowl shivered, moaning aloud. Jazz's fingertips slipped, sending a tiny pinprick of pain across his receptors, followed by more pleasure. Prowl leaned in to claim another kiss. "You did that purposely, didn't you?"

"Did what?" Jazz grinned back with false-innocence.

Prowl smirked. He just barely brushed the end of his interface plug across the outlet on Jazz's midsection, making him squirm. Prowl smirked more, and Prowl kissed him around the throat, up around his jawline, back down under his chin, and finally kissed him hard as he snapped the connector in.

"Uh-uuuh." Jazz panted, feeling the energy that had seemed so strong was doubling now, coming like crashing waves. Prowl smirked "So, you want to play rough, 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. He had done that on purpose. And making Prowl forget his troubles seemed to be one of the things he was really good at. He just grinned.

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. "Nuh-uuuuhhhh! 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 hands, forcing them up over his head. Holding his mate's hands in place with one hand wrapped around his wrists, Prowl 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.

Prowl broke the kiss and whispered "Thank you... for rescuing me...".

Jazz squirmed underneath him, knowing Prowl was making him wait, just to prolong the moment, and the near-torture of having to wait a small eternity to re-unite their sparks.

"Any time you need me." Jazz replied.

electricity crackled around them, and pleasure ran through both bodies. It felt as though they could feel everything, every single air current, the temperature, even how much moisture was in the heated air around them. 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 how desperate he probably sounded.

Prowl trembled against Jazz, enjoying their contact despite the pain. He knew Jazz was preparing to send a surge of energy over the interface cable to him, knew it would send both of them into overload and off-line for awhile. That seemed like the best possible thing in the universe. "-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.

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-." He was close to overcharge, his temperature reaching its upper bound; he caressed Jazz's face, looking deeply into his bright ruby-red colored optics.

An alarm went off in the back of Prowl's CPU, but he had no energy to spare for it, the mech beneath him was claiming it all. Jazz drew Prowl's mouth back down to his. "-I-love-you-,-too-" he said, inside Prowl's very 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. Prowl cried Jazz's name in pleasure despite the pain in his back. Jazz was with him, in his field, his body, his mind and even his spark.

The overload hit, and bright blue lightning crossed their link, Liquid ice and fire, The two tightened their embrace, and both of them shuddered violently. The flood of energy washed over them, and 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.

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.

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Ratchet woke up to the alarm, and ran into the repair bay the first time Prowl cried out for Jazz. The monitors showed more processor activity than Prowl had displayed since Prime and Jazz loaded him into Ratchet's passenger compartment. As he started another diagnostic, Ratchet made note of his patient's actions.

"The rest of me?" Prowl murmured, "You want the rest of me?"

Ratchet quirked an eyebrow. "O-kay."

The diagnostic came up clean on all of Prowl's processors. His electrical field was erratic, but not alarmingly so.

Wheeljack stuck his head in. "Is everything all right?"

"Fine." Ratchet called back. Wheeljack muttered something about he should be getting rest. Ratchet gave the doorway a glare.

Prowl made some small noise and shifted slightly.

"Was that laughter?" Ratchet scanned the monitors. "It's not associated with anything, so not an issue."

Then Prowl made another small noise.

"Fraggit, that was a moan." The CMO gave Prowl an accusatory look, imagining what Prowl might be dreaming about. and it was black, white, and blue-visored.

He shook the thought out of his head. "Like I wanted *that* mental picture." He told the sleeping black and white.

Prowl, of course, didn't respond.

The monitors couldn't tell if Prowl was having a good dream or a bad one. He wasn't in any danger at the moment, so Ratchet decided to leave him in natural recharge and work a little more on the replacement parts. He headed for Wheeljack's workshop. "Primus knows I'm not gonna get any more recharge while Prowl's making noise out here." he gave the sleeping tactician a glance.

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Ratchet was almost ready to declare the bumper ready when an alarm went off. He leapt to Prowl's side. His temperature was too high, his energon levels too low. Ratchet quickly put Prowl on an energon transfusion through one of the torn lines to his missing doors. Prowl cried out for Jazz as if in response to the intrusion but then lay still again, his processors completely off-line from overcharge.

"You're going to your own room tomorrow, buddy," Ratchet said tiredly, "You can keep Jazz up all night."

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End Notes: *snerks* Yeah, I decided to keep the last part in there. I realized it was part of Prowl's good dream, not the nightmare mentioned in the last chapter. heh.
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