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A Longing Dream of You	By : SilverIcy Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 1822 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: A Longing Dream of You

Author: ladyoceana

Rating: M

Verse: G1

Warning: Suggestion contents, angst, sticky and slash

Prompt: "I dream of you when I'm asleep, you even appear when I'm awake daydreaming. There is no escaping you. I just wish it was true."- Source Unknown

Summary: A spark-felt longing for a mech and unrequited love mingled into a dream that he wish that it was real but yet, a dream will never happened in reality.

Author's Note: This love quota that I found from a internet website and inspire me to write that story. ( I can't remember where I found it, sorry! ) For my awesome beta-reader, OptimusPrime's Girlfriend, thanks for beta-reading this one-shot story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformer.

Vorn - 83 years

Stellar-cycle – 7.5 months

Orn - 13 days

Joor - 8 hours

Breem - 6 minutes

Astrosecond - 5/6ths of a second

Klick - 1 millisecond

"Jazz…"

The whispering of his name caressed Jazz's audio receptor and sounded like a sweet energon goodie melting in his mouth. Jazz couldn't see everything and was shrouded in the darkness. Jazz was startled when invisible servos touched his chassis and shoulder. Then, Jazz couldn't stop the moans of pleasure coming from his mouth as the invisible servos started to caress all over his chassis. Touching, caressing and exploring his body in a way that almost gave Jazz the impression that the owner of the invisible servos was worshipping him and his body with reverence. The wanton moans from Jazz got louder when the invisible fingers wiggled into the small gaps between his armors and pinched the highly sensitive wires. His inner body system warmed up and purred happily. Jazz arched sharply and his engine revved loudly as he felt an invisible glossa lick and suck his sensitive left sensor horn.

Jazz's internal fans kicked in and desperately cooled his heated body. His covered valve was beginning to wet with lubricant, and his spike under his plating started to throb and grow harder against its plate cover. An invisible servo moved down and continued to caress along the path toward its intended target. It finally reached its intended target and grasped lightly. Jazz gasped and moaned shamelessly as he arched his pelvic plates against the invisible servo. He released his covers openly to bare his spike and valve. His spike pressurized quickly with relief. He then cried in surprise and pleasure as the invisible servo suddenly rubbed his spike back and forth from top to bottom. His pleasure increased tenfold when another invisible servo joined in and touched his wet valve. Two unseen fingers slipped in his velvety valve and started pistoling in and out causing his valve to desperately clench and tighten around the intruding fingers. Jazz wailed and sobbed blissfully as he was overwhelmed by the intensity of his desire from the invisible servos pleasuring his spike and valve at the same time. His ecstasy got higher and higher until he was soon approaching his glorified overload. As soon as he was about to hit his overload, the invisible servos abruptly stopped pleasuring his spike and valve. Jazz mewled in displeasure by the sudden halt, and was unable to reach a blissful overload. Then he didn't expect for the invisible servos to push him down to the metal ground.

Suddenly, he was caught by surprise as the unseen mech pushed Jazz to kneel and bend forward towards the ground. His servos were frantically placed on the ground in order to hold up his upper body. But his servos bended as the invisible servos pushed Jazz down and pressed his chassis and face against the cool metal. His aft lifted high in the air visible for anyone to see. His exquisite and weeping valve was explicitly exposed; purple lubricate was leaking out of his valve and dripping wetly down his inner thighs on the ground.

Jazz gasped as he felt something hard and hot rubbing teasingly against his outer valve. He mewled wantonly and loudly when he recognized what it was that was rubbing against his outer valve. He arched back and tried to impale himself on the unseen mech's hard spike. But the invisible servos stopped him and held Jazz's hips still to prevent him from impaling himself on his spike. Jazz whined softly resulting in a deep smooth chuckle from the unseen mech. Jazz felt the mystery mech bend forward over his back, tickling his audio receptor as he spoke.

"I love you." That was the last line Jazz heard his mystery mech whisper in his right audio receptor before he bent backward to return his original position.

Then the invisible mech plunged his thick and long spike into Jazz's waiting wet valve, driving into its warm home so deeply and so hard that Jazz thought for the moment that the invisible mech somehow touched his spark. At the moment, the tip of his spike landed hard on the deepest end of Jazz's valve, where the most sensitive sensors laid. They were simulated so intensely by the hard impact of his spike that it caused an intense overload to unexpectedly hit Jazz at full force. Jazz threw his head backwards as his servos clawed so hard at the metal ground that it was enough to leave scratches. He opened his mouth to unleash a long pleasured wail in ecstasy that was so earsplitting it was enough to short-circuit out his vocal processor.

"PRROOOWWWWLLLLL!"

A grey visor suddenly flashed a bright blue light in the darkness. A surprised gasp spilled out of his mouth. A black and white mech woke up to a jerk on his berth as the intense overload knocked him out of his dream. His body shuddered in pleasure when the overload passed throughout his body. Awareness slowly returned to Jazz as the overload dissipated away from his body. Jazz found himself sitting up on his berth alone and panting heavily with his internal fans whirring hard. He felt something wet on his inner thighs. He looked down and discovered that silvery transfluid and purple lubricant was obviously visible, leaking through the edges of his covered plates that concealed his spike and valve. The mixture of silvery transfluid and purple lubricant was trickling all over his inner thighs and seeping down into a wet puddle that formed under his inner thighs.

'Primus…' Jazz stared at the mess all over his inner thighs and his berth in disbelief. For the first time, he overloaded from a dream. He's never had an intense overload ever during a recharge before, nor actually gotten an overload from a dream. He was grateful that his quarters were sound-proof and nobody heard him make passionate sounds while he was in recharge.

Dream…

He paused slightly. His valve throbbed and longingly craved a fullness as he recalled that Prowl plunged his spike into his waiting valve in his dream. And he got an overload from a dream. But…his spark arched and clenched painfully. Jazz remember that in his dream, Prowl proclaimed his love that he had always yearned to hear from Prowl. His wish to hear Prow's love declaration for him only existed in his dream world instead of reality. In reality, Prowl did not make love to him or whisper his eternal love softly in his audio receptors. Prowl never displayed any signs of romantic interest towards Jazz. Prowl instead viewed him as a friend and fellow Autobot officer.

A choked and anguish sobs spilled out of Jazz as he curled his legs and hugged himself without a care about the mess on his inner thighs. Oh…he longed for Prowl to return his feeling. His love for Prowl was unrequited. To see Prowl everyday reminded him painfully that the fact is: he can't have what he always ached for, and he always returned to his lonely and cold berth.

His spark-felt love and desire for Prowl was so intense it was enough to compel him to dream about Prowl and him being together as lovers. It only caused more anguish in his spark every time he woke up from his dream and found himself alone and empty in his berth.

No one was able to cure the spark-ache that Jazz always carried with; only Prowl's returned love could cure his spark-arch. As long as his love for Prowl remained unrequited, he would continue to dream his lustful dreams of Prowl and his whispering of his returned love. Jazz's anguished sobs quieted slowly, reduced into whimpers. His whimpers faded away as Jazz finally fell into a dreamless recharge on his cold and lonely berth.

Author's Note: *Blush* Uhh…my first time to write smutty story…ahem! What do you think? Need improving to write smut scene?* ran away and hide in closet in embarrassment*
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