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Warnings: Mech on mech...my usual.

Suduced via saboteur 3
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Chapter 3

Over the next decacycle Jazz's advances toward Prowl became more frequent…..and bolder.

Jazz began to take more liberties and went from just standing uncomfortably close, to actually touching Prowl.

Often.

Gentle touches on his doorwing or arm as he passed by or the tips of fingers suddenly gliding down his back, making Prowl tense and shiver. Not to mention almost locking up on several occasions when Jazz (growing ever more confident) would sneak up and run a finger along the bottom length of one doorwing, teasing sensors, scrambling Prowl's thoughts and nearly paralyzing him with shock while giving a not-so-quiet appraising hum…..in public.

Prowl was contemplating on what steps to take to put a stop to all this when Jazz crossed the line.

He was, once again, drowning himself in his work, paying no mind to the time as the orn grew late, when Jazz entered his office and placed a few reports on his desk. Prowl murmured his thanks, expecting Jazz to see himself out as he continued to make adjustments on the tactical plan he was working on.

Instead, a black hand suddenly reached across his field of vision, fingers clasped his chin, tilting his head up, and before Prowl could even grasp the situation or form a protest, Jazz leaned in. The softest brushing of lips against his own then Jazz's mouth settled on his in a sweet, gentle kiss.

Shocked by such an unpredictable and completely unforeseen move, Prowl found himself unable think or react. Jazz pulled back a moment later and looked into Prowl's wide shocked optics, smirking as he caressed his thumb along Prowl's lower lip.

"Don' stay up too late."

The deep timbre and sultry tone washed over him, a caress to his audios and a tease to heightened sensors of his doorwings. Then the hand holding his chin vanished and Jazz was gone, leaving Prowl behind to fight off a rising heat that was rapidly spreading through his body.

Prowl knew when to admit he needed help, this was too much…Jazz was too much! The mech had an affect on him. He couldn't think correctly around him. And so he found himself confiding in and seeking advice from the one mech he'd feel the least awkward discussing the situation with…..his older brother, Smokescreen.

He sat in his brother's office and recounted the events over the past several decacycles, from that odd encounter in the baths to the night before. Earning him an odd reaction from his brother….who now sat at his desk, his helm in his hands, his voice having taken on something of an exasperating tone as he muttered, "Oh, Primus, help me….how is he my brother?"

Prowl shifted in his seat, determined not to let the reason for his visit slide off track, "I find this whole situation with Jazz's behavior distressing."

Smokescreen gave an irritated moan, "I find you distressing."

His brother lifted his head and gave Prowl a short glare. Prowl frowned, "What?"

"One of the most sought after mechs on base is showing you nothing but interest, serious interest, and you call it 'distressing'."

Smokescreen gave Prowl a pointed looked. Prowl took a moment to search for words, "Well….I.."

"Prowl, I know a dozen mechs, more than that really, who would forgo the use of their right arm to have Jazz in the berth."

Prowl looked surprised, "Really?"

Smokescreen nodded, "Oh, yes."

Prowl thought for a moment before leaning in toward Smokescreen, "Does Jazz know this?"

Smokescreen once again dropped his helm into his hands and groaned, "Prowl -"

Prowl sat back, arms crossing over his chest plate, "I'm just pointing out-"

"Oh, Primus, help me."

"-that if no one has informed him-"

Smokescreen gave a loud exasperating sigh.

"-he might not know."

Smokescreen flopped back against his chair, head coming to rest on the head rest as he looked at Prowl, "Trust me, Prowl, he knows."

Prowl's arms uncrossed and came to rest against the arms of the chair, "If he knows and can have his choice of whom ever he wants, then why is he interested in me?"

Smokescreen gave a shrug, "That's an honest question, Prowl, but we're talking matters of someone's individual tastes here. There's not always a why attached or an answer to be found. Jazz has seen something in you he likes, it tripped his trigger and he's been pursuing you ever since. And even if you did get an answer as to why, its not going to change the fact Jazz is going to keep after you.".

Prowl looked away, drinking in what his brother said, letting it process before looking back at him, "What do you think I should do?"

"Well, if I were you I'd go to Jazz, let him throw me down on his berth, then lay back and enjoy as he does whatever the frag he wants to with me. That's what I would do and that's what I think you should do."

Smokescreen watched that 'I do not approve' frown pull at Prowl's mouth.

"Prowl, I know what your thinking and I don't care if you think that's not the way a 'proper' mech behaves. I know how long its been since you've done anything with anyone in the berth, and let me just say, your long over due."

Prowl seemed hesitant. Smokescreen leaned forward on his desk, "Prowl, listen to your older brother on this one. Go, have fun. Just for one night, let go and enjoy yourself. Get faced out of your processor and bask in the afterglow. You'll feel better, trust me. Plus, Jazz will get this desire to frag you out of his system and the next day everything will go back to normal."

Prowl thought for a moment before nodding, "Back to normal…yes. Thank you, Smokescreen. I appreciate your help."

Prowl got up and started toward the door. Smokescreen smiled after him, "Any time, little brother." Smokescreen's smile turned into a smirk, "Of course you'll come back and tell me all the sweet, juicy details of what its like to have Jazz in the berth, right?"

Prowl turned back to him, appalled, "Of course not, that's private. Don't be absurd."

Smokescreen frowned, "What kind of brother are you?"

Prowl shook his head and walked out of Smokescreens office, "Good night, Smokescreen."

Smokescreen called after him, "Yeah, I bet it will be….for you!"

A knock on the door roused Jazz from a pleasant dream. Groggily, he could only recall that it had something to do with licking and nibbling high grade off a white and black doorwing and loving the sweet sounds that action garnered. Checking the time he almost groaned out loud…..he'd only been in recharge for a few orns. He lay there a moment, hoping he had just imagined the knock then he could go back to recharging and return to that wonderful dream.

Another soft knock killed that hope and Jazz sat up, frowning to himself. He knew the sound of Mirage knocking on his door, Bumblebee as well. Whoever was knocking now with neither of his fellow ops. And at this late hour he couldn't think of a good reason for anyone to be bothering him. He hadn't borrowed anything from anyone, all his reports were in, it wasn't an emergency or they would have commed him and not bothered with knocking.

Jazz got up and lumbered sleepily out of the back room and into the main living area of his quarters, to the door, pressing the button to slide it open.

Of all things Jazz might have suspected to see on the other side of that door, Prowl standing there, wasn't one of them. Shock brought him fully awake in record time. He actually had to reboot his optics to make sure they were working properly. And they were. Before him stood Prowl, in all his lustrous, lip licking glory.

The object of his fantasies and affections had come knocking on his door. Jazz smiled, Oh, thank you, Primus!, and leaned against the door frame trying to look alluring and seductive, play up his best features for Prowl to look at.

He was already regretting his decision to wait till morning to hit the wash racks. He wasn't dingy by any means, but he wasn't his usual lustrous self either. Since he started chasing the tactician, he had made it a habit to make sure he always looked his best around Prowl.

Never the less, he wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by because of a less than shiny appearance.

"Good evening, Jazz."

"Evenin', Prowler."

Jazz looked Prowl over, poor mech was tense.

Don' worry, Prowler, Ah've got the cure for what ales ya…

He watched an unsure nervousness flicker in Prowl's optics.

Oh, no you don't…

Jazz smiled more and moved to the side, "Won' ya come in? S'better than talkin' in th' hall."

Prowl hesitated for a split second then nodded and stepped past Jazz into his quarters.

Jazz's hungry gaze followed him, lingering on those shiny doorwings as they passed him.

Yer mine now.

Prowl took a few steps in and looked around.

Jazz's quarters certainly reflected the laid back mech. There were shelves full of various objects, no obvious order to their placement, various things collected from bases and cities the Autobots have traveled through.

A study or work area was in front of him, a small desk with data file shelves around it, data files set haphazardly on the desk top and scattered in uneven piles on the shelves. A glance toward the rest of the room revealed a large couch at the other end, pressed up against the far wall. A closed door gave indication of where Jazz's berth was. The thought made his tanks churn nervously and he turned around to face Jazz, giving a small start when Jazz seemed to suddenly appear next to him, so close to him. He hadn't heard the mech move.

"I…I hope I didn't interrupt you from anything ."

Jazz seemed to edge even closer, "Naw…was just rechargin' a little."

Prowl's intakes hitched, that smile on Jazz's face was sucking him in. His optics focused on those lips as his mind recalled how they'd felt against his own and from there began to imagine what they would feel like pressed against his neck, his chest, his doorwings.

"Recharge is important….", He spoke absently, his mind unfocused with fantasies until he felt Jazz's hand come to rest on his upper arm. Black fingers curled gently, his thumb caressed against smooth metal. It brought him back to reality real fast.

Jazz tilted his head toward him, that smile turning lazy, enticing, "Sure, but I kin recharge anytime. Now that you here, I'd much rather…"

Jazz's other hand skimmed up his side and came to rest against his shoulder. He gently pulled Prowl closer, visor dimming, black helm tilting, leaning in with obvious intent.

Prowl tensed, as Jazz moved to close the distance between them, he realized he was a fool to of come here. He was in over his head. Jazz was too much. The mech was temptation incarnate and Prowl wasn't sure he could take that leap, wasn't sure he could close the gap between them and simply hand himself over. This was too much. Jazz's unspoken offer was that of fiery passion but Prowl wasn't sure how he'd fare in the flames. He needed to leave, he couldn't think straight, couldn't make sound logical decisions.

Prowl pulled away, Jazz's visor brightened and he frowned a touch in confusion.

"I'm…I'm sorry, Jazz. I shouldn't have bothered you at this late orn.", He pulled out of Jazz's hands and made a move to walk around Jazz and toward the door, "I'll go."

But Jazz was quicker. He slid back till his back was pressed against the door, blocking any escape. That frown of confusion vanished and in its place bloomed a smile meant to charm.

"No, no, there's no need fer ya ta be leavin'….not just yet."

Prowl saw Jazz's hand slide over to the key pad as Jazz pushed away from the door. His body blocked what his hand was doing but Prowl went completely still at the distinctively soft sound of well oiled locks sliding almost silently into place.

Jazz moved toward him, smooth, calculating steps, "Ya just got here and trust meh, ya ain't botherin' me, Prowl. Please….stay."

Prowl stepped back as Jazz advanced, he wanted to keep space between them. When Jazz touched him or got too close it always hindered his ability to think and act clearly.

Prowl shook his head, addressing the situation, "Jazz, I'm not sure about this. I think -"

The back of Prowl's legs bumped into the couch, halting his retreat. Jazz reached out and placed a hand on Prowl's chest plate, gently pushing Prowl to sit down, "Ya think too much, Prowler, ya need ta relax. Here, let me help ya."

Jazz kept his hand on Prowl's chest plate, keeping him from moving as he slid one knee onto the couch next to Prowl's thigh then slide his other knee on the other side of Prowl, effectively straddling the tense mech. Prowl was tense beyond words and tried to press himself as far back into the couch as he could.

Jazz smiled at him alluringly, looping his arms gently around Prowl's neck, drawing their bodies close and sighed a happy hum as he situated himself on Prowl's lap. Prowl's hands clutched the couch, he couldn't think of anything else to do with them. Well, that wasn't completely true, the thought crossed his mind to reach up and touch Jazz. But to actually follow through and touch that smooth black and white body of his own accord would bring reality to this seemingly surreal and almost dream like situation. He wasn't sure he could that just yet.

He could only stare, helplessly mesmerized, into the handsome face that hovered so close. His mind once again muddied by the saboteur's intoxicating proximity. He actually trembled when Jazz dipped his head and gently brushed lips against his own before pressing the softest kiss to his trembling mouth.

A black hand lifted to run finger tips ever so lightly down his cheek, intakes hitching when Jazz shifted even closer, "Relax."

Jazz breathed the word intimately against hitched breath and trembling lips before tilting his helm to capture them once more. A warm glossa licked lightly, teasingly over Prowl's lips and he inhaled sharply at the wave of arousal that rippled through him, building in intensity and heat, spreading outward as Jazz nibbled then sucked on his bottom lip.

Jazz groaned, breaking the kiss to lean forward slightly and nuzzle against Prowl's cheek,

"Touch me."

***Authors Notes****
Mawhahahhaaa! Evil, know! Blame my muse! XD
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