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Science for Fun and Pleasure	By : DSeeker789 Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 2842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Science for Fun and Pleasure

Transformers don’t belong to me…………… If they did the storylines would be more………interesting!!!

A gift for a friend.

Just a warning…………….. This is a sticky fic!!!

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‘BOOOOOOM’

As explosions go on the Ark, this one was quite small. Possibly the fact that it had originated in Perceptor’s lab and not Wheeljack’s could have something to do with that!!

Yes, this one was a hiccup compared to the Krakatau sized ones that Jack seemed to breed.

“Goo…………….Goodness!! That was unexpected.” Exclaimed the startled scientist. “None of the acquired ingredients were volatile.”

He waved away the smoke, lilac he noted, from the bowl where the liquid produced by his latest experiment was dripping slowly, from what looked like the love child of a hillbilly still and a Mouse Trap game.

The slightly pinkie/purple liquid shimmered.

“Hummm!! I’ll bottle it in these small vials, that should make it easer to test; I must take some to both Ratchet and Jetfire for their analysis and input.”

Perceptor was in the habit of talking to himself, most other bots tended to tune him out and he was so often on his own.

He bustled about, carefully pouring the liquid into small vials.

“There!! Now to tidy up. Ohh!!” His hand was wet, some of the liquid must have spilt, absentmindedly, he rubbed the liquid onto his chest.

“There!” He said, surveying his spotless lab. “I’ll just visit the wash rack and then deliver the samples.”

Humming quietly, he headed out. The Ark was very quiet; most of the other Autobots were out patrolling or off duty. He didn’t meet anyone on the way and the wash racks were empty and silent when he arrived.

Activating the system, he stepped into the warm water, as it hit his chest a wonderful aroma appeared…….. ‘Humm!!’ Perceptor thought. “That’s lovely, I wonder if Sunstreaker has had some expensive car shampoo again?’

His hands rubbed lower………….lower………Perceptor’s optics flickered as he touched his cod piece, furtively, he glanced around………………. He was still alone, the catches clicked and suddenly trembling fingers began to stroke the expanding cock.

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Jazz was royally pissed off!! A rare occurrence, but it did happen. He grumbled to himself.

“Slaggin stupid bovines!! Silly Cows!! What a crock o’ ……………..*Hee* Bullshit!! *Hee Hee* could hav’an been worse, I’h could have gone inta the cesspit!!”

Jazz’s close encounter of the cattle kind had been a tad traumatic. A sudden stampede of dairy cows across the road in front of him had caused the Porsche to skid and ‘plough’ straight into a very muddy field!!

And as he’d been at the front of the Autobot cavalcade, everyone had seen it happen and found it absolutely hysterical!! Ohh!! He expected the twins and Blue to have cracked up laughing, as they had.

Even Mirage had guffawed!! Holding onto the cackling Hound……………..Optimus hadn’t been able to look at him and Prowl!!.......................Prowl that slagger had turned his back with his doorwings flapping as if he was trying to take off!!!

‘Still.’ He mussed as he headed for the wash rack. ‘If’n Ih’d seen one o’ the others do it, Ih’d have laughed ma bumpers off too!!’ He heard the water running. ‘S’good!! It’tal be nice and warm.’

As he entered the area he could smell a wonderful fragrance. ‘Has Sunny be’n buying that Italian stuff again?’ He wondered. ARRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKK!! He gasped, reeling against the wall as every relay and servo in his body registered…………Lust!!

His fingers fumbled as he ripped his cod piece off and grabbed his cock, which had responded to the feeling with an instant and painful hard on.

Jazz’s optics flickered on and off as his hand began to give him some relief. ‘What the Slag’s happen………… en?……..Ohhhh!!’ He thought.

“Nhhhh……..Ahhhhhhhhhh………..Soooo goooooooodddd” A voice groaning in pleasure echoed around the corner. Jazz’s optics popped on. He looked around the corner and his already sex crazed CPU almost went into melt down.

Perceptor leant against the wall, optics off line, one hand slowly rubbing his rigid shaft, he paused to rub his fingertips around its head, moaning as he closed his hand tightly again, his other hand rubbed lightly at his microscope and across his chest.

Fingers stroked at his cheek, fingertips running across his lips, Perceptor flicked his glosser out and licked them sucking them into his mouth……………. Huh!! One hand, two hands, three hands??? He powered up his optics.

“Hi Percy!!” Jazz didn’t even bother taking his fingers out of Perceptor’s mouth, mashing their lips together, his glossa snaking around the astonished scientist’s, as he ground their bodies together Perceptor decided he didn’t care.

Jazz humped his hips urgently against Perceptor’s thigh. He couldn’t remember ever feeling as horny and desperate as this, if Percy hadn’t been there……Well!!………… Even the waste receptacle looked good!!!

His hands roamed the red and teal body, tugging at his skid plate, kissing at lips, cheeks, neck.

“Percy………..Usss!! Percy, need ya!! Want ya…………Please, please, please…………..Le’me have ya!! Please Perc, I’hm gonna explode!! Ohhhhh!!”

Perceptor, who was as desperate as Jazz and had never had anyone beg him for sex before had only one answer.

“YES!! YESSSSSS!! Jazz!! Jazz!!”

He couldn’t release the catches quick enough. Jazz threw the offending piece of armour away, lifting the lighter mech into position, Perceptor obliged by lifting his legs to fasten around the Porsche’s waist, one hand griping a silver shoulder, the other still firmly wrapped around himself.

Jazz lunged forwards, sliding into the other like a hand into a glove. Perceptor howled in abandonment, this was so…..so……….so the best sex he’d ever had.

All Jazz cared about was the delicious frictioning of his cock inside Perceptor, he couldn’t bury himself any deeper into the others willing body, but by Primus he’d try!! His thrusts were fast and hard but the normally placid microscope urged him on.

“Don’t stop!!........Please, please don’t stop Jazz!! Ohh!! Ohh!! Harder. YES!! YES!!”

His legs held Jazz with relentless force. Jazz turned his head and kissed, licked and nipped hard at the sensitive microscope barrel, Perceptor retaliated by gripping one of his horns, pulling his head to the side and biting the other one!! All this did was spur Jazz to greater heights of sexual bliss.

“Uhhh!! J..Jazz….Uhh…….Uhh……..Jazz……..I’m…..Uhh….Uhh………OH PRIMUS!! JAZZ!! YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!”

Perceptor’s orgasm hit him like a brick wall. He rubbed hard, milking it for every atom of pleasure he could. He felt Jazz pause, then shriek as his own orgasm peaked. Almost in a frenzy, Jazz pounded into him, Perceptor clenched his internal cables as Jazz ejaculated into him, the wonderful warmth flooding his neural net with euphoria.

Sobbing for cool air, Jazz slowly folded to his knees, Perceptor held possessively on his lap, head slumping against the microscope barrel.

Raising dazed optics, Jazz gasped. “Wh……What hap’ned Perc? Holy Primus!! I’h didn’t hurt ya, did I’h?”

The equally dazed scientist shook his head. “I am at a loss to explain such a phenomenon Jazz………… Although I must confess, I enjoyed it immensely. I have never before experienced such an intense sexual encounter………. I must heartily thank you for it.”

Jazz chuckled gently. “I’h aim ta please!!” He eased his legs round and lowered himself to rest on the floor, this brought Perceptor into a water stream, and the warm water flowed over his shoulders and chest.

Jazz was gasping air to cool down……..*Sniff!! Sniff!!* “Man!! What is that stuff Sunny’s bin usin?? Ohh……… Holy Primus!!”

Perceptor gasped as he felt Jazz’s cock swelling and hardening inside him: then he could smell that wonderful scent and all he wanted to do was…………..

Jazz moaned as Perceptor began to move up and down frantically………. Ahhh!! Wonderful feelings!! He grabbed hold of the dark hips, trying to bring them down with even more force as he thrust his hips up to meet them.

Whimpering with need Perceptor was trying to calculate……….His weight x gravity x down thrust………. How could he get Jazz deeper into his body? He tried different angles……..

“SLAGIN HOLY FRAGG!!” He screamed!! That was the angle… Other equations rose unbidden….. Scent x Lust x Experiment=? …………. OH!!! But that could wait, his rampant cock couldn’t, but he wanted…….

“Jazz………..Jazz……….. Please!! Please!! I…want….. Would you?......................Your hand?” He moved one of Jazz’s hands from his hip to his straining cock, optics pleading and desperate.

Jazz smiled. “Anythin ya want lover!!” He wrapped his hand tightly around the quite impressive cock and moved in time to Perceptor’s rapid movements. Perceptor gripped Jazz’s bumper and used it to slam his body down even harder.

Hazily, Jazz realized that his scream of release echoed wonderfully in the wash rack, he could feel Perceptor’s internal cabling gripping and releasing in steady waves. Ohh!! It felt so good.

The exquisite feeling of Jazz once again flooding his internals with cum made Perceptor groan with pleasure. Sudden fear swamped him. He remembered, such a long time ago he couldn’t even remember the bot’s name, the encounter was sudden, the other more than a little over energised and Perceptor had been flattered by the attention of such a popular mech.

Once the other had climaxed, he’d pushed Perceptor down and walked off laughing, leaving the poor scientist ashamed and needy, would Jazz?

Jazz collapsed, Optics off line, limp and gasping for cool air. Movement on his lap reminded him he wasn’t alone. Powering up his optics he could see desperation gleaming in the softly glowing optics looking at him.

“Humm!! Sorry sweetspark, ya alm’st sent me off line!! Ya still hangin in there?? Don’t ya worry!! Let ol Jazz send ya ta the heights o’ ecstasy!!” Jazz’s accent had thickened and the smile he gave would have melted concrete.

Jazz placed his hands on the red knees and worked up the grey thighs, with just his fingertips he encircled the still rigid, slightly pulsating rod and began to massage it. Perceptor threw back his head, making high pitched whining noises, gripping Jazz’s bumper as if his life depended on it.

All too soon he felt the electric rush of orgasm. “Jazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz” He wailed, as Jazz’s talented fingers milked him. He collapsed over the Porsche sobbing for cool air. Jazz gently stroked the dark helm. Oh Boy was Percy a dark horse as the humans said. Who would have thought that he could be as adventurous as this?

Gradually Perceptor’s CPU cleared. He held one arm protectively across his chest as he used Jazz’s bumper to help him rise, he moved, glancing round, there was no way he could leave without entering another water stream.

“Jazz!! Jazz!! Please can you end the water cycle? I must not enter the water again.”

Stretched out on the floor, Jazz wanted nothing more than a nice cube of Energon and a little off line time. He held out one hand.

“Com an lie down!!”

“NO!! Please Jazz, please?” He sounded desperate. Sighing Jazz rolled over and decided that he didn’t think his legs would support him yet; he crawled across the floor, slowing down as the warm water piter patted nicely on his back.

Perceptor watched him, trying not to think just how nice Jazz’s aft was.

He made it!! The water slowed to a trickle and stopped, Jazz leaned against the wall and watched the scientist rush towards him, both arms pressed across his chest.

“Jazz, I am so sorry, it was a miscalculation on my part and I sincerely and abjectly beg your pardon for my transgressions. Please forgive me!! Please?” Perceptor dropped to his knees beside Jazz.

“Perc!! Chill ma mech!! We just had the most CPU blowin sex I’h can remember havin in a long time!! Deep breathe and tell ol Jazz what’s chewin ya circuits!!”

“It………It was my latest experiment. I had recently attended a lecture on the subconscious reactions that pheromones have on organic life forms and wondered if such reactions would be forthcoming in Cybertronian’s. We have no natural pheromones so I was experimenting with synthetic ones.”

He dropped his head in shame.

“I was endeavouring to create a compound that would render the Deceptercon’s less aggressive. I got some on my chest, it didn’t affect me in my laboratory, it must have been activated by the warm water. Once again, I sincerely and humbly beg your pardon.”

Jazz’s fingers gently stroked his helm, moving down to his face and lifting his chin.

“I’fn it makes ya feel better, I’h forgive ya.”

Jazz leaned forwards and captured the others slightly open lips in a soft kiss. Breaking it, he rubbed their helms lightly together and chuckled.

“Ya want the Con’s ta make love not war?? Ya got a winner there!!”

Perceptor’s face broke into a shy smile, forgiveness and prise, far more than he dared hope for.

“I must return to my laboratory and utilise a removal agent for any of the lingering compound only……….”

He looked across the room, his cod piece and slid plate lay abandoned, but to reach them he’d have to negotiate the dripping spigots. Jazz’s Imp of Mischief circuit flared into life.

“Ih’ll get um!!” Re-energised by the naughty thoughts Jazz jumped to his feet and raced to pickup the discarded items and his own, he sauntered back to Perceptor, subspacing them as he came.

“Come on!!” He held out a hand, pulling Perceptor to his feet and towards the exit.

“But………….But……………But Jazz!! We must replace!! We can not traverse the corridors in such a state!!”

“Perc!! Where’s ya spirit of adventure?? I’h dares ya!!”

“But Red Alert will be watching the surveillance cameras and………….. and……….”

“So? Let’s give ol Red a treat!!” Jazz watched different emotions dance across Perceptor’s face, finally, mischief glinted back.

“Yes!!”

Giggling like the naughty sparkling’s they felt like, hand in hand they ran into the corridor and towards Perceptor’s lab.

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Sitting in the security office Red Alert was almost on automatic pilot, sudden movement on one of the monitors snapped his attention to it……………. His jaw sagged even as he hit the ‘private record’ button. He hit the zoom control………….. It was!! It was Jazz and Perceptor running bare afted down the corridor.

He hit the controls to give a view from one of the camera’s in front of them………….. Sweet Holy Primus!! Their aft’s weren’t the only thing bare!!

Almost as if he could see Red watching them, Jazz stopped and waved at the camera, then he swung his hips so not only his hand was waving at the astonished Security Director. Perceptor appeared mortified, tugging at Jazz’s hand; Jazz twirled him around and whispered into his audio.

Red’s jaw almost thumped onto the desk as the two turned their backs to the camera and bent over………..

“They just mooned me!!” He murmured as the two mechs scampered off, his optics trailed down his body to where a hand caressed and fondled at his cod piece………….

“” Red Alert to Inferno. Please can you report to the security office and ………….give me a hand with something that’s just………….popped up.””

“Sure Red, on my way!!”

If Inferno knew that he was going to be tackled to the floor, tied up and molested by Red Alert when he entered the office, he wouldn’t have sauntered……………. He’s have run!!!

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Gasping with laughter, the two streaker mech’s made it to the laboratory.

“Ohh!! Ohh!! Ohh!! I have NEVER done anything as shockingly daring in my life!! *Hee Hee* I feel quite………liberated.” Perceptor couldn’t believe what he’s just done. Jazz could hardly speak for laughing.

“Ha Ha Ha!! Ol Red needs ta lighten up occasionally!! Did ya hear him page Inferno?? Damn but I’h wish I’h had a bug in there!! Ohh!! Is this da ‘Lovvvvve Juice’???”

“Yes it is. Please endeavour not to come into contact with the liquid Jazz, it was expeditious that only the two of us were present in the wash racks, if there had been more of the crew present it ……….would……..have …….been……..”

His voice trailed off as his CPU played out what would have happened if the wash racks had been as crowded as they were usually.

“WOW!!” Jazz whispered reverently. “That would h’a bin the robo-orgy ta end robo-orgies!!” The most evil of ideas popped into his CPU, waved a flag and danced around.

“Perc……………….Can I’h have one o’ these? Please? Pretty please?”

“Why Jazz?” Perceptor asked curiously.

“Cos next time I’h has ta go an sneak around the Nemesis, I’hm gonna add a couple o’ drops inta their wash water tank, then when they use their wash racks, cos they tend ta have em in their quarters……….. Keep em out’a our circuits for a while!! And I’h thinks we still have that feed inta their security monitors!!”

“JAZZ!!! That’s positively immoral……………….. As long as I get to watch as well? It is a little lonely down here…………….Alone.”

Perceptor quickly found the solvent and carefully cleansed his chest and hand.

“There.” He bobbed his head, not looking directly at Jazz; he would most likely wish to leave now. “I am still sorry that I interrupted your cleansing routine.”

Jazz moved closer. “Ya sure ya got it all?” He queried. “Had we better check?” He held a beaker of water in his hand, tipping it carefully over Perceptor’s chest and leaning close sniffed. Perceptor held the air in his intakes, the idea of Jazz taking him again was electrifying.

“No, nothin!! Still, Ih’ve done it this way before!!” Raising his head, Jazz pressed his lips to the slightly open mouth before him. Putting the beaker on the side table, Jazz wrapped his arms around the scientist and kissed him soundly, Perceptor clung to him in desperation.

Jazz mouthed down to his neck, Perceptor tipped back his head, offering it in supplication, moaning in need and want as talented fingers played with the barrel of his microscope and down his body to his rapidly inflating cock as he was guided towards an empty desk.

“Jazz?” He queried hopefully.

“Don’t ya want a go Perc?” Jazz breathed against his neck, not laying the scientist down as he’d expected, but hopping onto the desk himself. He locked his legs loosely around Perceptor’s waist, settling back on his elbows.

“Take Jazzy ta the Moon Perc.” His visor flashed invitingly.

“An undertaking I will endeavour to accomplish to your complete satisfaction.” Perceptor was absolutely flabbergasted. He had harboured the tiny hope that Jazz might want to have sex with him again, but for Jazz to offer himself like this…………… Impossible dreams can come true.

In almost wonderment, Perceptor ran his hands slowly over Jazz’s waist and hips, hesitating to actually touch the elegant erection that graced Jazz’s groin.

“An’t made o’ glass Percy!! An it lovvves bein petted.” Jazz purred.

Almost reverently, Perceptor closed his fingertips into Jazz’s cock, remembering how the spy had massaged and rubbed him, his fingers moved. Jazz tipped back his head and moaned, encouraged, the fingers moved faster and with more confidence.

“You are so beautiful Jazz. As elegant as any equation I have ever seen.”

Perceptor wanted to savour these moments, to make it last as long as possible, to have something to warm and lighten the lonely nights when his imagination and hand were his only companions.

“Ya as pretty as a picture yaself!!” Jazz tightened his hold, drawing the dark hips closer to his own, moaning as he felt the first brush of hardness against his port.

Perceptor watched Jazz’s face suffuse with pleasure as he slowly entered him, small sweet mews followed each thrust, he pushed one dark hand beneath the swell of silver bumper, feeling for sensitive wires, the other stretching up to the twin horns that decorated Jazz’s helm.

Jazz used both hands on the microscope barrel and lens, fingers ghosting over the metal, low frequency harmonics flowed from his palms.

Perceptor’s internal temperature was almost at red line, he whimpered, wanting this act to last forever………

“Jazzzzzzzzz!! Ohh!! Ohh!! Ohh!!! Jazzzzzzzzzz!!” His orgasm roared through his body like lightning, calling out his partners name as he thrust again and again until he was spent, collapsing over the silver bumper as all systems tried to reboot.

He gradually became aware of Jazz’s voice murmuring endearments and praise in his audios, delicate strokes along his helm. Disengaging their bodies, he urged Jazz to move further onto the desk.

Passion dark optics watched as Perceptor lowered his head. Jazz had this thing about watching his cock vanish into a mouth, his body shuddered with excitement, and then began trembling in earnest………………SLAG!! He was good!!

Perceptor moved Jazz’s legs over his shoulders to enable him to fondle that lovely aft, fingers found the waiting port, slick with his own fluids and pistoned strongly. Whining, Jazz held onto the edge of the desk above his head.

“PERC!! SLAG………….Ohh.Ohh.Ohh.Ohh………..PERC!!! IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

Perceptor slurped, Jazz was even sweeter than he could have fantasised!! Finally, the dark hips stopped jerking in his grasp and Jazz’s scream descended into gasping sobs for air. Raising his body, Perceptor stored the image of a supine and sexually sated Jazz away to his most private memory.

Panting and smiling Jazz offered a hand, using the grip to pull himself upright and into the smirking scientist’s arms.

“Did you attain Luna orbit Jazz?” Perceptor murmured, nuzzling his audio.

Jazz chuckled. “Nearly ta Mars!! Perc, nearly ta Mars!!” Jazz was content to just stroke the red chest he rested against for a while. It struck him just how infrequently Perceptor was seen in the more populated parts of the Ark, and the way he’d spoken…………….. He must be so lonely.

“Perc, ya gonna promise me something?” He began.

A gentle chuckle. “I will not inform anyone of our…………….tryst.”

Jazz was appalled!! Did he think so little of himself? He raised his head so that they were optic to optic.

“Sahhhh!! Why? Ya was one o’ the best Ih’ve been with!! Stop sellin yaself so short!! Ya need ta mingle more, come down ta the rec room…………Socialize!!”

“My social skills are minimal Jazz. I………..I prefer science.” The look in his optics told otherwise.

“Science won’t take ya ta the Moon!!................................ Well, without a rocket!!..................Ya gott’a give it a chance………………… Give us a chance ta know you……………………..Please? ……… For Jazzy??”

The gentle shy smile was worth the coaxing.

“Adaptability is essential in science. I will endeavour to be more social and gain a greater insight into my Autobot companions.”

“Tonight!! Sides has organised a Star Wars movie marathon…………… Just don’t promise ta make him a light sabre……………… Ohhhh!!” He shuddered. “Sides an light sabres……………Nooooo!!”

Perceptor added Jazz’s giggle to his memory. Jazz tipped his head to one side as he received a message. He sighed.

“Sorry, got’a go, Prime’s almost back and Ih’ve got a crash report ta write. If’n ya not there tonight, Ih’ll send Grimmy down here ta fetch ya!!”

Laughing Perceptor nodded, watching as Jazz hopped of the desk and made for the door………..

“JAZZ!!!!!”

“What??” Jazz nearly hit the roof.

Perceptor couldn’t stop giggling. “Haven’t you forgotten something?”

Jazz face palmed!! He sub spaced the cod pieces and skid plates.

“I’h don’t think Ih’ll surprise Red again!!” He quipped as he dressed himself. Waving he left and made his way towards his quarters. He had a small bowl and could easily rig up a small heat source. He and Prowl had a three day break coming up, Prowl was planning to catalogue his data pads, Jazz was planning a drop of the love juice……………. Well, he had to experiment with it!!!
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