Author's notes: Although this was originally supposed to be a one-shot – well, here's another chapter.

Warnings: Slashy. Some minor kink as well.

Acknowledgements: Thanks to HitokiriKurisuta for beta reading.

Disclaimer: Transformers doesn't belong to me in any shape or way.

"Good morning, Prowler." Jazz's voice was brimming with smugness as he looked down at the mech he was straddling.

Prowl, on his hand, found himself at a loss for words; the unexpected, albeit desirable, situation seemed to have robbed him of his vocal capabilities. "But where did you get the..." was all he managed to press forth once the initial shock had faded.

Jazz reached out and placed a finger on his bondmate's lips to silence him. "Let's just say I borrowed them from somewhere. I'll put them back after we're finished, don't ya worry," he told the tactician, not offering any further explanation.

Prowl was on the verge of protesting – after all, one could not simply walk around the Ark borrowing equipment like that – but then thought better of it. Wasn't this the very stuff his secret fantasies had been revolving around for so long? And here his first reaction was to worry about how Jazz had gotten hold of those things... No, that was too deploringly stuck-up even for him.

He let the thought slip away, convincing the more logical part of his processor that this was not the time to be concerned with such matters. Returning his focus to the current situation, a shiver of excitement passed through his frame; after Jazz's dismissive attitude yesterday he had never expected this kind of wake-up. He could hear his own breathing speeding up in anticipation of things to come.

Jazz seemed pleased with his bondmate's decision to ask no further question. He stroked the tactician's chassis with an eager hand; slowly tracing the contours of the black and white armour. After a moment, an uncharacteristically hesitant look crossed the saboteur's face.

"So... what do we do now?"

The question was enough to jolt Prowl out of his little world of bliss. Truth be told, the more exact specifics of how his fantasies were supposed to play themselves out weren't something he had given much thought to. And he knew that Jazz's uncertainty was now perfectly mirrored in his own face.

"Uh... I don't know," he mumbled, feeling rather stupid. After all, how did one continue a venture like this? He honestly had no idea.

And by the looks of it, nether did his bondmate. For an awkward moment, the two mechs just stared at each other, each waiting for the other to come up with something. As the befuddled silence dragged on, doubts regarding the merits of this idea were beginning to surface in the tactician's processor. Of course, neither he nor his bondmate had any experience with these games, so what had he been expecting?

Slag it, this wasn't how he had being imagining things! He desperately tried to come up with an idea before the long-awaited moment would go to waste.

"Alright, maybe you could..." he hesitated for a brief moment, "be a little bit, you know... rough. Or something."

Ooh, how silly that sounded. But seriously, what did mechs engaging in games like this actually do when it came down to it? Perhaps he should have considered that more carefully before bringing matters up with his bondmate, but his mind had only focused on a single obstacle preventing his dreams from coming true, and that was making Jazz go along with this. So he had convinced himself that once he managed to work up the courage to put forward his wish in a manner persuasive enough, then everything would work out.

Yes, so he had thought. And how wrong he had been. While Jazz's creativity had helped them out of many a tight spot over the years, this situation had even the resourceful saboteur at a loss.

But Jazz nonetheless obliged with the request. A black hand again started to caress the tactician's chassis, this time rather forcefully. It continued along its way towards the edge of his doorwing and then squeezed the delicate metal, hard.

Prowl let out a pained yelp. "Ouch! That hurt!"

Jazz quickly withdrew the offending hand, a guilty look in his optics. "Oops, sorry. But I thought ya said..."

The tactician's feelings of embarrassed stupidity were reaching new levels as he replied. "I suppose I did... but my doorwings are too sensitive for that kind of treatment," he weakly explained, just barely managing to quench the grunt of exasperation that threatened to escape his vocalizer. Why couldn't these things just work smoothly?

"Alright, won't be doin' it again, Prowler." Jazz gently massaged the spot he had treated so harshly a short moment ago. "Perhaps it's better if I just touch ya, well, more normally instead?" he suggested.

The Second in Command agreed with a nod. Yes, that was probably better. They could leave the more advanced activities for another bonding session. Patiently work their way towards them, whatever they would be. He tried to relax as Jazz's touches started to wander over his chassis again, occasionally digging deeper at the seams to tease the wirings underneath.

He continued, as Prowl simply lay on the berth.

And continued.

Then, after a long moment had passed, "No offense, but this is startin' ta get kinda tedious, with ya bein' handcuffed and all... Now I'm the one stuck doin' all the work here," Jazz said with a lop-sided grin. "But if ya want me ta go on..."

Prowl only sighed. Jazz did have a good point; just lying here, unable to do much of anything was hardly the definition of thrilling.

"No, it's fine, Jazz. You're right – it's not very exciting," he reluctantly admitted, trying not to grit his teeth in frustration.

"So, any other ideas then?" the saboteur asked, one optic ridge raised.

"Uh... not for the moment, no." At this point, Prowl was convinced that this had to be one of his worst ideas ever. He should just stick to battle plans and tactics instead; seeing as how it had been made painfully clear that he lacked any and all competence in games like this.

Not to mention, the cuffs around his wrists were starting to feel awfully tight. He tried to twist his hands to alleviate the pressure, but the wriggling motion didn't help.

Well, perhaps it was time to admit defeat.

"Maybe you'd better remove the cuffs... they're starting to chafe quite a bit. And I can only imagine the questions it would raise if the others 'Bots notice cuff marks around my wrists," Prowl finally said, voice glum.

A grin lit up Jazz's face. "Yeah, couldn't have that, could we? Would probably ruin your reputation as the most up-tight 'Bot in the entire history of Cybertron as sure as anything. But alright, I'll take them off for ya."

Before the words had left his vocalizer, there was a key in Jazz's palm, and the saboteur inserted the little metal piece into the lock of the cuffs. Prowl almost sighed with relief as they came off; those things were not comfortable at all!

For a long moment, the two mechs just lay on the berth together, neither speaking a word. Even Jazz was for once uncharacteristically quiet; an awkward silence hanging over the room.

Then the saboteur started to laugh – a happy, liberating laugh. Prowl gratefully noted that there were no mocking undertones in it, only pure amusement.

"Guess this didn't work out too well, did it?" he grinned.

The laughter was contagious, and Prowl couldn't help but chuckle as well, feeling the awkward atmosphere dissolving.

"No, I guess it didn't," the Second in Command admitted. "But it was worth a try, wasn't it?"

"Sure it was, Prowler. And let me tell ya, I'm pleasantly surprised that ya actually wanted ta try something different for once; here I was gettin' all concerned that moss would soon start ta grow on ya."

Prowl didn't reply, he only snuggled closer against his bondmate, wrapping himself in the welcoming arms, glad they were able to laugh about the utter failure. Well, he had clearly been expecting too much from this. As the old saying went, some fantasies were better off remaining fantasies, and this little exercise had been a most telling example of the truth inherent in that statement.

And in the larger scheme of things, it was a negligible setback. He was still a very lucky mech, having been granted the most wonderful bondmate in the universe; one who had given him a lot more than his fair share of happiness during the years. Expecting even more was preposterous. This silly little fantasy of his was something he should just banish to the deeper parts of his processor and instead be happy with all the things he did have.

Content with that thought, he allowed himself a few more moments to enjoy the closeness of his bondmate, before he reluctantly undid himself from the arms that encircled him.

"Sorry, but I still have yesterday's report to finish, so I need to get going." Prowl stood up, stroking the other mech gently across the cheek. "See you later tonight."

Jazz smiled. "See ya, Prowler."

With that, Prowl exited the room and left for his office, his mind already fully focused on the next paragraph he was about to write in his report.

It was late in the evening when Prowl finally returned from his duties. Jazz was, as usual, faithfully waiting for him, scuffling over to make room for his bondmate on the recharging berth.

Prowl stretched out next to the saboteur, enjoying the calming presence of the other mech. Yes, he had indeed been stupid uttering such a request yesterday. What he and Jazz had together was more than enough; more than he had ever dared to hope for before he had met the mech that was now his bondmate. There was no need to make any conceited efforts to make artificial, unrealistic fantasies like that come alive. No, he would be better off simply being grateful and appreciative of everything he did have.

And still...

He looked up and met with his bondmate's optics.

"So, want to try again?"

A mischievous grin was playing on the saboteur's face as he replied.

"Ya bet!"

End note: Well, perhaps this wasn't really what those of you who asked for another chapter had expected or wanted. But Prowl and Jazz's obvious loss at what to actually do in this chapter perfectly reflects my own lack of ideas when considering the requests for a second chapter. Seriously, it's not an easy task coming up with kinky stuff for these two 'Bots to occupy themselves with, particularly not as most of my ideas in that area seem to have already been used up by my previous fics.

That being said, I do have some other stuff along similar lines in the works. So for those of you who were disappointed with this chapter, there will be some heavier 'action' in another story later on. Plus at least one more chapter to this story.