A/N: Nice long finish for you all, thank you for the favourites and alerts and such it's been fun writing this. Especially seeing as I'm not normally one for teh fluffies ^__^

Thanks go to Antepathy for beta'ing and general encouragement and ideas for the entire fic.

Ok let's find out that word ¬___¬

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//internal comm//
'thoughts'
"speech"
solar cycle = day
cycle = hour

Prowl was racked with guilt and more than a little bit of shame. He had run out on Jazz, he was no better than a cruel tease. He pinched the bridge of his nose feeling the beginnings of a processor ache creeping into his cortex. He should never have allowed this to go so far and now he'd more than likely lost Jazz's friendship, there was only so many times a mech could be spurned before he took it to spark.

He reached his office and with trembling fingers changed his door lock. He sank into his chair, resting his elbows on his ever organized desk and buried his head in his hands with a low groan. Jazz would come looking for him, that he was sure of. Prowl straightened, he needed to get out, go somewhere far enough away where he could be alone. Blocking his energy signature to the main computer with a single command code, Prowl left his office silently, shortly afterward the black and white Datsun could be seen accelerating hard from the base, kicking up clouds of dust to obscure his direction.

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Jazz on the other hand went tearing after Prowl once he'd left his quarters, despite his determination to convince Prowl of his feelings, he was still more than a little furious that Prowl could walk away from him so easily and worse; blatantly lie to his face. He felt all at once rejected and elated, he knew for sure Prowl felt the same - well with the smallest iota of doubt trickling at the back of his mind - but the stubborn mech wasn't going to be admitting it any time soon. He reached the one place he knew Prowl would go to, the place he always went to. He keyed in the usual code, frowning when he discovered it had been changed. Cursing under his breath Jazz hacked into the door lock, Prowl had, for once reinforced it and Jazz yelped as a sharp burst of electricity fired through his hack.

His mouth pinched into a thin line, he could feel his temper getting the best of him. "Prowl open the fraggin' door!" He bellowed, unable to keep the ire from his voice. He pounded on the door with his fist and got no answer.

Letting out a long, loud vent of air Jazz accessed Teletraan in order to locate Prowl's spark signature.

Energy signature not found.

Jazz did a double take when the message flashed up on his HUD. What in the name of Primus was Prowl playing at? It was foolhardy at best to hide your energy signature if you intended to leave the base and downright idiocy if you did it and left the base alone. Jazz shook his head, Prowl was being irrational and he was running. This was something Jazz hadn't expected, it was like Prowl had gone off the deep end of logical thought processes and cast them out of the window.

//Jazz to Prowl, can ya hear me? Prowl come in, turn on yer fraggin' comm.// Jazz punched the bulkhead in frustration, not only was Prowl avoiding him, he was ignoring him too. Jazz decided that if the 'cons didn't find his stubborn aft and offline him, he'd do it his slaggin' self as soon as he'd dragged the glitch back to base by his chevron if he had to

"What the slag are ya playin' at Prowler?" Jazz spoke out loud in an attempt to ease the nervous flutter in his spark at the thought of the 'cons getting to him first. He needed to tell someone, but who could he confide in? Jazz tried Prowl's comm. one more time, no response. The black and white mech uttered a litany of colourful expletives as he marched to his leader's office.

****

Prowl jumped as his comm. buzzed once more. He'd been off base for a good couple of cycles now and as he wasn't on duty, he didn't think he'd be missed much. He checked the ID of the incoming comm. -- Prime. Why would his leader be contacting him at this time? Prowl tensed and his door wings arched up sharply on his back. Jazz had spoken to him.

//Sir, I am surprised to receive a comm. from you this late.//

//And I am surprised that my SIC is currently off base without informing me and we haven't the slightest idea where he is.//

Prowl clenched his jaw, grinding his denta in barely restrained anger toward Jazz. Not only was he not taking the rejection so well but now he was involving others, Prime of all mechs! Why Jazz had felt the need to go to their leader was beyond him. Prowl felt humiliated and in a small way, betrayed. He was an intensely private mech and the thought that Prime now potentially knew some of his more personal recent issues, caused his tanks to lurch uncomfortably.

//Sir I did inform Red Alert of my whereabouts, I...//

//Save it for when you get back Prowl. Come straight to my office when you return.//

//But Sir, I'd much rather just...//

//It wasn't a request Prowl.// Optimus heaved a heavy sigh through the comm. before shutting it off completely, not waiting for the tactician to respond.

****

Optimus didn't glance up as his door chimed. "Come in."

Prowl entered and waited silently by the door until Optimus acknowledged his presence.

"Take a seat Prowl."

The SIC obliged feeling a more like a scolded youngling than an officer.

Optimus clasped his hands in front of him and scrutinized his second. Prowl seemed his usual self apart from the fact his door wings were twitching and fluttering involuntarily on his back, which was quite obviously making him uncomfortable as he kept shifting in his seat.

"Prowl how are you feeling, you had quite a fall last solar cycle."

"I'm fine thank you Sir, Ratchet managed to knock out most of the dents."

"Glad to hear it." Optimus dropped his gaze and gave Prowl a sly look that Prowl would have sworn was amusement if it wasn't for the face mask. "So… care to explain yourself?"

Prowl visibly tensed. "I did inform Red Alert of my whereabouts Sir."

"That wasn't what I asked now was it Prowl?" Optimus replied gently.

Dropping his gaze to the desk Prowl shook his head. "No Sir."

Optimus waited patiently, he and Prowl had been friends for the longest time and if there was one thing he knew about his SIC it was that he – just like everyone else – needed to talk about problems that were bothering him and he had often turned to Prime in the past. It also helped Optimus stave off the inevitable logic centre freeze when Prowl couldn't forcibly think his way out of a situation.

"It's really nothing Sir. Nothing that will affect my duties."

"I beg to differ and stop calling me Sir you're not on duty now."

Prowl nodded. "Jazz has spoken to you then I take it?" He asked in an unusually small voice.

"He has, don't worry he hasn't told me details, just that he's worried about you and he would appreciate it if you would speak to him when you get the chance."

Prowl huffed with disdain. "He should not have involved you like this, I'm sorry Optimus."

Optimus held up his hand. "Don't apologize; fact of the matter is that I am involved."

"Sir?" Prowl frowned.

"He's my third in command Prowl, you are my second, and it's not going to be conducive to staff morale and operations if you are avoiding him."

"I'm not avoiding him."

"Then what are you doing?" Optimus couldn't help but be amused by the situation, Prowl really was being as stubborn as Jazz had described.

"I… I'm…" Prowl's scowl deepened. "Am I not permitted to spend my free time by myself?"

Optimus chuckled. "Are you going to tell me what's bothering you?"

"It's personal."

"Your condition." Optimus didn't need to ask he was privy to all the records for the mechs under his command and Prowl had confided in him after the incident at Praxus which had caused the condition.

Prowl didn't respond, which was all the confirmation Optimus needed. "Prowl, just try talking to him, sometimes it's worth taking a risk."

Prowl pressed his mouth into a grim line and gave a short nod. Optimus sucked in air through his vents and let it out with a heavy sigh. "I'll see you at morning briefing Prowl; we need to go over the plans for preventing these Decepticon raids."

"Yes Sir."

"You're dismissed." Prowl got up to leave. "Oh and Prowl?" His second met his gaze. "Try to talk to him before then, I want you both clear headed for the meeting."

Prowl dropped his gaze and quickly vacated the office.

****

Come the morning Optimus was the first in the briefing room, which was unusual as Prowl was always the first to arrive. Optimus hoped that he was later than normal for a good reason; he sincerely hoped that reason was Jazz. His worst fears were confirmed however when Jazz entered the room looking less than happy and much to Optimus's surprise Prowl was one of the last to arrive, looking a little flustered. This did not bode well.

The meeting got underway without much further ado. Red Alert briefed everyone on the increased security protocols, especially those involving personal consoles in the wake of the Decepticons increased activity. Ratchet ran through a brief summary of injuries they had incurred in recent skirmishes and what they could do to help prevent such careless wounds. This resulted in light banter, a welcome relief for a morning briefing.

"Ratchet you know we only get injured so we can spend time in your sunny company." Sideswipe nudged his brother with a devious grin.

Ratchet scowled in their direction. "Fat chance youngling, you like my company so much how's about I lock you in the medbay so I don't have to spend all my free time knocking dents out of your thick head?"

The mechs around the table chuckled. Sideswipe held up his hands in defeat. "Whoa Ratchet it's too soon… besides." He dropped his voice to a low whisper. "You're a little… mature for me." Sunstreaker burst into sniggers beside him.

Ratchet made to get out his seat. "Why you…" He was ready for throttling the giggling red mech before Optimus stepped in.

"Sideswipe stop goading Ratchet, if you ever wish to be repaired again."

"Sorry Prime." Sideswipe ducked his head. It was obvious that Optimus was amused.

"Ratchet please try not to kill my mechs, we need all the cannon fodder we've got to throw at the Decepticons."

The table erupted into laughter at Optimus's dry joke ignoring the twins' indignant cries of protest. "Let's return to the matter at hand shall we?" Optimus stated after the cheerful murmurs had died down. He glanced at his SIC who had uncharacteristically remained silent, not even bothering to chastise the twins. "Prowl, if you would?"

Optimus noticed Jazz stiffen visibly out of the corner of his optic and suddenly had the growing urge to be somewhere else.

Prowl outlined details of extra patrols that they had put into place to strengthen their perimeter and covered the main strategy that he and Optimus had brainstormed in the wake of increased attacks. They needed information, how, why the Decepticons were attacking what they were after and for that they needed Jazz and his special ops team. The tactician ran through the plan of action only to be stopped half way by a disgruntled sounding Jazz.

The room fell silent as the dispassionate glare of Prowl fell on the saboteur. "Do you have a problem Jazz?"

Jazz glanced up his visor meeting Prowl's optics. "Yes I do. Yer plan is flawed."

Optimus felt like he was being suffocated by the tension and found himself holding his intakes as Prowl's face took on a dark look.

"The plan is perfectly sound. What are you basing your assumptions on?"

Jazz gracefully jumped to his feet and made his way around to the visual aid near to where Prowl was standing. Optimus groaned internally as Jazz began pointing out the flaws in the plan, which Prowl predictably countered with ever more logical responses. Optimus could see that they were both right when he studied the plan from his safe vantage point across the room, but unlike usual times when they had disagreed, it didn't look like either one was going to back down and a compromise seemed further and further out of reach as they argued politely over the tactics. He glanced at his CMO who shook his head and rolled his optics. Optimus knew he should step in before the meeting got out of hand, he could tell Jazz was getting increasingly wound up by Prowl's infuriatingly logical argument.

"Prowl, Jazz we can discuss this in my office in more detail."

Optimus did not get the response he was expecting.

"Why do ya have t' be such a stubborn aft?!" Jazz finally snapped his familiar cheerful disposition replaced with a scowl.

"Because you don't think logically and when you don't get your own way, you act like an immature youngling." Prowl snapped back, his doorwings arched into a sharp V, rigid on his back.

"I'm immature?"

"Yes."

"Well yer a coward!"

"What?!" Prowl glared at the bold, flippant accusation from an equally irate Jazz.

"Ya heard me, ya'd rather skirt along around the outside of something than address it head on and then when somethin' confronts ya that ya don't like. Ya run away. And ya think I'm immature?!"

"Just because I would rather take a more tactically sound approach rather than rushing into something without thinking rationally about it first, does not make me a coward!" Prowl barely restrained the snarl escaping his vocals.

"Alright maybe not a coward but yer still scared of facing anything head on. Ya hide ya head in the sand hoping it will go away. Well it's not gonna go away Prowl!"

"And you refuse to see when something is unobtainable. You don't even bother considering the consequences; you assume everything will work out just fine. Well life doesn't work that way Jazz are you truly so naïve as to think you can get your own way all the time?!"

"At least I don't give up when I know something's worth fighting for!"

Sideswipe leant closer to his golden twin. "Uumm are we still talking about the Decepticons?" He muttered quietly receiving an equally confused look from his brother.

The room was deadly silent as the two mechs argued loudly.

"Hey guys come on; we shouldn't be fighting over this." Bumblebee piped up in his ever cheery manner. He was ignored.

"Ya know what yer problem is Prowl?"

"Well I'm sure you're going to tell me, you've delighted in pointing out all of my flaws so far, what's one more."

"Ya don't trust me!"

Prowl was taken aback by the angry retort.

"Not only that, ya don't trust anyone. Ya so stubborn and blinded by yer logic that ya can't see a good thing when it's in front of ya. Ya'd rather push everything away that interferes with ya perfect little routinely, organized world." Jazz jabbed a finger into Prowl's chest. "Well life isn't logical, it isn't organized and it sure as slag ain't routine!"

He drew back a snarl present on his normally cheerful features. "But ya'll never see that because yer too much of a slagtard t' even try."

Prowl growled audibly at the insult and his doorwings suddenly flared out making him seem a lot bigger and a lot more intimidating. "That is far better that being an irresponsible glitch who jumps in with both feet and his optics closed without thinking anything through first." He took a deliberate angry step toward Jazz his voice dropping to a low growl. "It's mechs like you that get themselves and others hurt or even killed."

The room literally froze around the two furious mechs; the heavy atmosphere was tangible, static, Jazz glared at Prowl who returned his glare with equal venom, their black and white frames shaking with barely repressed rage.

"That's enough!" Optimus rumbled. "Everyone dismissed. Jazz, Prowl…my off…" Before Optimus could finish his sentence Prowl spun on his heels and stormed out of the room. Leaving everyone staring after him in surprise.

Jazz dropped his head into his hands and sank down into the nearest seat. His comm. buzzed.

//Hey don't worry Jazz we'll get him for saying that about you.//

//Don't Sideswipe, it's not worth it.//

//He's an aft, he shouldn't have said it.// Sunstreaker interrupted.

//I don't care alright guys. Please just stay out of it.//

//Well we'll not get involved in your spat with Prowl but that doesn't mean we can't have any fun.//

//Guys wait… don't do anything stupid.// Jazz groaned as they twins raced from the room already buried in their own plotting.

Feeling a hand on his shoulder Jazz glanced up at Optimus. "I fragged things up didn't I?"

Optimus let out a sympathetic chuckle. "You could have handled it better."

"What was I thinking?" He dropped his gaze to the floor again. There was no way Prowl would ever speak to him outside of a work environment now.

"Jazz if there's one thing I know about Prowl it's that he doesn't tend to hold a grudge. It's not logical."

Jazz couldn't help a snort of amusement at that.

"If you want to convince him that you have a valid point Jazz, you need to show him that you're serious."

Jazz stood and met his leader's earnest gaze. "What d' ya mean Prime? I couldn't be anymore serious!"

"I am assuming that the current tension between you two is of a more intimate nature?"

Jazz dropped his gaze feeling his face plates flush. "Sorry Prime, I should have kept it out of the meeting."

"It's ok, I also know how stubborn Prowl can be and walking out on you rather than talking about it is surprising from him, but you must understand he's been through this before."

Jazz's optics widened. "Sir?"

"It was when the condition first came about. He was in a relationship."

"Yeah he did mention something." Jazz mumbled, casting his mind back. "What happened?"

"Prowl never told me details but his partner was with him before Praxus was destroyed and then afterward just when Prowl needed someone, they left him."

"Why?"

"Personal reasons, it was after that, that Prowl confided in me about what was wrong with him." Optimus's optics dimmed a little with sympathy. "He did infer that his partner thought he was defective, a glitch that required reprogramming."

Jazz baulked at the statement. "That would have wiped out his personality!"

"Indeed."

Jazz growled. "So he doesn't trust anyone?"

"He did for a little while. Until he had an unpleasant experience which sent him into stasis lock."

"Yeah I think I know what that was." Jazz muttered quietly. His anger was fading to dull pounding in his cortex.

Optimus continued. "So you can see why he is overly defensive? You want some advice?"

"Anything would help at this point."

"Speak to Ratchet. Tell him you know about Prowl's condition, he might be able to help."

Jazz frowned. "But what about confidentiality?"

Optimus laughed. "This is affecting my two senior officers' duties, not to mention creating an unnecessary tension throughout the base. Tell him it's an order if he's uncomfortable. I'll accept full responsibility for the repercussions. This needs to be sorted out and soon." He pinched the plates of his nasal bridge. "Primus knows I don't need any more reasons for the twins' to increase their pranks on my tactician."

Jazz nodded and laughed, remembering that he should probably catch up to the twins before they did something that got themselves fragged by Prowl. "I'll go see the Doc now."

Optimus gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Jazz you're going to need all of your charms to win him over."

"Got it Prime." Jazz finally grinned. "And thanks."

****

Prowl paced the length of his office. His intakes hitched in irritation and anger and also guilt. He'd argued in front of the entire crew, he'd made it personal. Jazz had made it personal first but that wasn't the point, he should have risen above it. It was all a matter of logic. Where Jazz was concerned however, his logic failed him spectacularly.

Prowl slumped into his chair. He needed to fix it, he had been out of line with what he'd said and he knew that he owed Jazz an apology. Picking up a data pad on his desk, his optics narrowed as he read the details of Blaster's gathering. Jazz would be there, no matter what was going on in Jazz's life, he wouldn't miss one of Blaster's parties unless he was off base or incapacitated.

Prowl got to his feet. Time had flown by, he'd wasted pretty much the entire solar cycle thinking about Jazz and how to make things right, if he even wanted to make things right. He didn't touch upon his feelings for Jazz that was a whole separate issue that Prowl didn't want to deal with. One step at a time, that was the logical approach. Deal with the immediate issue first.

Composing himself and reining in his erratic emotions Prowl left his office for the rec room. He only hoped that he was early enough for there to be very few mechs around. He did not fancy apologizing in front of everyone. He'd made a fool out of himself enough for one solar cycle.

Much to his dismay, the rec room was full. It bustled with music and chatter. Prowl felt a sudden wave of anxiety as he spotted Jazz lounging on the large make shift sofa. He was chatting with an animated Bluestreak and Bumblebee. He laughed, Prowl shivered, he loved to hear Jazz laugh. His optics widened when Bluestreak caught sight of him and waved. Prowl didn't fail to notice the darkening expression on Jazz's attractive features. Taking a deep intake of air Prowl made his way across the room.

Jazz didn't acknowledge the black and white mech when he came to a stop beside him. He instead continued talking to Bumblebee who looked visibly uncomfortable with the growing air of tension.

"Prowl are you and Jazz talking again? Because that would be great, I know that you both don't want to be fighting and that you both like each other really, and it makes me really sad to see that you're not getting on when you usually go so well together and Jazz has been bummed out since your fight and…"

"Bluestreak give it a break!" Jazz hissed glaring at the Datsun.

Bluestreak clamped his mouth shut and the room had fallen to hushed murmurs at the sound of Jazz's outburst. He glanced around the room, all optics were on them. Pursing his lip components he stood to face the impassive Prowl.

"What do ya want Prowl?" He growled.

"I… I came to apologize." His doorwings fluttered with repressed emotion as the whispers travelled through the room.

Jazz drew back slightly and his visor brightened. "Yer gonna' apologize… t' me?"

Prowl inclined his head to the side, a single optic ridge rising above his optic. "Please don't sound too surprised."

Jazz actually laughed. "Well this I gotta' hear." He folded his arms and with a faint smirk waited for Prowl to continue.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier. It was uncalled for and entirely untrue. I know for a fact you are quite conscientious when it comes to your work it was wrong of me to imply otherwise." Prowl dropped his helm and stared at the floor, the full shame of what he'd said hitting him all at once.

"Is that it?"

He snapped his head back up to stare at Jazz. "Ah… I suppose it's not. I apologize for avoiding you."

"And?"

"And what?"

"Yer not sorry for causing this whole mess because yer too stubborn t' talk t' me?"

Prowl flinched visibly. "Yes Jazz, I am sincerely regretful that this got so out of hand. I should have trusted you."

"Yeah… ya should have."

Prowl glanced up from beneath his dipped chevron to meet Jazz's visor. For the first time in a long time he couldn't read his friend and that realisation worried him. Would Jazz forgive him, did he even want to?

"Apology accepted." Jazz flashed him a small grin.

The room seemed to burst back into life at that point and the two mechs found themselves stood closer together in an attempt to hear each other over the noise.

Prowl straightened and nodded returning the grin with a rarely seen, even smaller smile. "Are we ok?"

Jazz shrugged. "We will be I guess."

Prowl nodded and took his leave.

"Hey Prowler." Prowl glanced back to see Jazz's smile. "Would ya like t' join me?"

Prowl couldn't stop the smile that spread across his labial plating. "I would like that very much."

"Great! Grab yer self some high grade and get yer aft back here."

Jazz flopped back down into his seat only to be engulfed by the twins as they crashed beside him. "Whoa guys where's the fire?"

"Right behind us." Sunstreaker flinched peering over the back of the sofa.

"It carries wrenches." Sideswipe added.

"And really big guns." Sunstreaker continued.

Jazz frowned. "What did ya do now?"

The twins glanced at each other and shrugged. "Oh… nothing much just rigged the high grade dispenser… to umm…"

"To uumm what?"

"Explode…" Sideswipe squeaked as Jazz's glare bore down on him. The black and white mech didn't get chance to respond.

"YOU!"

All optics fell on Ironhide and Ratchet entering the room. Jazz's mouth fell open at the sight of Ironhide's red frame splattered with large patches of pink. The smell of dried high grade energon assaulted his olfactory sensors.

"GET YOUR FRAGGIN' AFTS HERE NOW!!" Ratchet was brandishing his favourite wrench and Ironhide had powered up his largest gun.

The twins squeaked and scrambled over each other in an attempt to escape the room. They were promptly grabbed by both Ironhide and Ratchet. "How many others have ya rigged!?" Ironhide bellowed the muzzle of his gun prodding Sideswipe's midriff.

"J—just the one."

"Which one?" Jazz interrupted in an attempt to placate the angry weapons specialist.

Sunstreaker pointed. "That one."

All their optics turned to stare upon the dispenser that Prowl was just about to use. "Oh slag." The twins uttered in unison.

"Prowl look out…!" Jazz rushed forward.

A loud bang filled the rec room and smoke hissed into the room. Nobody moved as they continued to stare at the now pink stained, soaking wet Prowl stood at the energon dispenser. Prowl himself didn't move for a few seconds, Jazz was concerned that he may have glitched. He took a step forward when Prowl suddenly let out a spluttered cough from his vocaliser.

Turning to face him the incredulous look on Prowl's face plates would normally have had Jazz rolling on the floor in fits of laughter but the way Prowl glared at him told him it wouldn't be wise. The SIC wiped pink fluid from his optics with one hand and stared at his chassis.

"If you'll excuse me… I'll be in the wash racks."
Jazz made to step closer. "I'm sorry Prowl, I didn't know…"

Prowl held up a finger and shook his head to silence him as he passed and didn't say another word as he approached the twins. Both the mechs struggled in Ironhide's and Ratchet's grip but fell limp when Prowl simply walked past them and out of the room without so much as a glare.

"Are we off the hook then?"

"Not on your Primus cursed existence." Ratchet growled. "You're both going to the brig." The medic pointed an irate finger at Jazz. "What the frag are you still doing stood there?!"

"What, I didn't do anything!" Jazz retorted.

"Go after him!" Ratchet bellowed.

Jazz's optics widened. "- Oh - " He took Ratchet's advice and promptly sprinted from the room.

****

Prowl stood under the rushing warm water and hissed in frustration. Try as he might he couldn't reach the drying stains splattered across his door wings. After throwing the cleaning brush on the floor in frustration he let out a loud growl before letting his shoulders and doorwings droop in defeat.

"Let me help ya with that."

Prowl jumped, startled, only to find Jazz approaching him, a slight smirk of amusement on his face. "There's no need Jazz I can manage."

"Didn't look that way t' me." Jazz entered the wash rack anyway and picked up the brush. Before Prowl could stop him, he began cleaning the hard to reach door panels of sticky pink energon.

He felt Prowl's entire frame tense before he shivered with a relaxed sigh. "That better?"

"Much, thank you."

Jazz smiled. "It's no problem. I wanted t' talk t' ya anyway."

Prowl was instantly tense again, so Jazz began massaging the door panels in small circles with his fingers to help him relax. "About us…"

"Jazz we've been over this."

"Nah we haven't we argued. We've not talked."

The door panel was pulled from Jazz's grasp as Prowl turned to frown at him. "Jazz I don't want to go through this again… please… not after…"

Jazz held up his hand. "Just hear me out… please Prowler ya owe me that much." He gestured for Prowl to turn back around so he could continue cleaning his other doorwing.

Starting up his ministrations again, he waited until Prowl relaxed a little more before continuing. "I went t' see Ratchet."

"You did what?" Prowl tried to turn but Jazz held onto his door tighter.

"Calm down. I wanted t' know about yer condition. How I could help ya… enjoy yerself."
Prowl growled softly. "He shouldn't have said anything."

"Well he wasn't going t' but he realized it was in yer best interests." Jazz paused as he concentrated on a particularly sensitive spot along the hinges of Prowl's door, eliciting a gasp from the SIC.

"He told me how t' dissipate the energy build up. Ya know so it doesn't get painful?"

Prowl went very still.

"It means that ya can still feel pleasure and just not be driven into pain." Jazz moved closer, sliding between the fluttering appendages and kissing the joints tenderly. "It gives me way more time t' find out what drives ya crazy." He began to lick the energon that was still drying along Prowl's back. "What makes ya hot."

Prowl moaned softly as Jazz continued to run his glossa along sensitive joins and seams, flicking over armour plating.

"What word makes ya overload." Jazz whispered into his audio.

"I… I don't know Jazz…"

Jazz slipped his hands around Prowl's waist and dragged his fingers along exposed wiring just beneath his bumper, before trailing across to stimulate the headlights. He pressed his mouth into the crook of Prowl's neck and licked at the energon dribbling across the cabling. "Come on Prowler… ya have t' trust me." He purred, grinning as Prowl's entire frame shuddered with the vibrations.

He slipped his smaller frame around Prowl's so he was facing him. His hands sliding down Prowl's front to toy with his interface panel. Jazz bit his lower lip seductively and lowered his helm so he could continue to lick the energon from Prowl's chest.

"Nngghh… Jazz stop… we can't…"

"We can Prowler…" Jazz licked further down humming pleasurably as he did so. "Trust me. I won't hurt ya again."

"Ja—Jazz…" Prowl's optics shuttered, his head dropping back with a soft moan.

He on lined his optics to find Jazz's face almost touching his own. That tiny devious grin pulling at his lips. Jazz leaned forward, his fingers idly stroking Prowl's interface panel. He dipped his head and closed his mouth around sensitive sensor nodes lining Prowl's throat. He felt Prowl's hands dig into his shoulders his smooth vocals catching in his throat as he groaned loudly at the sensual caress of his glossa.

Jazz could feel the heat and charge from Prowl building as he held onto him, but he didn't want to stop. Ratchet had shown him how to help Prowl; he could drive the stoic mech to the point of overload and bring him down easily, giving him more than enough opportunity to discover the trigger that made Prowl scream in pleasure. He would sit and read a dictionary to him if he had to.

Prowl let out a whimper as Jazz purred against his throat his hot glossa licking tingling sensor nodes and his warm soft mouth sucking gently on increasingly sensitive cables. He shuddered as the electrical build up heated his entire chassis, his cooling fans kicking in at a particularly seductive nip of his throat from Jazz.

Jazz shifted bringing his mouth in contact with Prowl's, swallowing his gasp and soft moans. Prowl could taste the high grade on Jazz's glossa as it caressed his own. Part of him was screaming at him to let go, to push Jazz away. Jazz sensing the sudden tension in Prowl's frame, wrapped his arms around him tightly and deepened the kiss.

Pulling back Jazz smiled at Prowl's flushed panting form. "Primus ya taste so sweet Prowl." He purred.

Without warning Prowl's grip tightened dramatically around his shoulders, causing Jazz to wince and hiss as his tapered fingers dug into his armour hard. He could only stare, mouth agape, as Prowl threw his head back with a silent scream, his entire frame shuddered and locked. Jazz could feel the waves of crackling energy tickling his fingertips and his optics widened in disbelief and a renewed lust.

Prowl twitched and fell limp in his arms. His helm coming to rest on Jazz's shoulder as he panted hard in an attempt to cool down. "Oh Primus…" He whispered, struggling to keep himself standing.

Jazz pushed him back to face him. "Did ya just?"

Prowl let out a coy chuckle and nodded.

"Wow…" Jazz breathed.

Prowl rested his helm once more in the crook of Jazz's neck and nuzzled him gently. "What did you say?"

"I said ya taste… sweet…" Jazz whispered hesitantly.

He almost laughed out loud as Prowl shuddered in release once more his cries of pleasure filling the room. Prowl's sensor net was still hyper sensitive and Jazz intended on making the most of it.

Prowl rode out the intense waves of pleasure crashing through his systems, his optics whited out and he felt his knees buckle sending both him and Jazz to the wet floor. He could barely form coherent thoughts as Jazz's beautiful laugh reached his audios.

Jazz leaned forward to kiss Prowl's audio and pressed his forehead against the red chevron. A sly grin spread across his face as his fingers removed Prowl's interface cover.

Dropping his voice to low rumbling purr, he met Prowl's dim lust filled optics. "Scream for me…sweet."

Jazz was rewarded with Prowl's most intense and powerful overload yet. The black and white arched into him.

"OooOOOOOHH… JaaAAAZZ!!" Prowl screamed, his vocaliser breaking into bursts of static as he cried out with each throbbing, pulsing wave of energy overloading every sensor node in his body.

Jazz followed Prowl to the floor as he fell back into the water still trembling violently as overload roared through his circuits sending him into blissful oblivion. He traced sensual lines along the quivering door panels and lightly kissed the chevron. He waited for Prowl to come back online, his own interface components burning with want.

Prowl murmured softly as Jazz kissed him.

"Hey Prowler." Jazz grinned. "How are ya feeling?"

"Nngghh… oh Jazz…that was…"

"Shhh…" Jazz silenced Prowl with another tender kiss. "I'm not done with ya yet beautiful."

Prowl quirked his brow at him. "Beautiful?"

Jazz laughed. "Have ya ever seen ya overload?" He kissed him harder. "I've never seen anything like it. I swear I could overload just watchin' ya."

Prowl actually laughed softly. "Glad I can be of service."

Jazz stroked Prowl's flushed face plates and smiled warmly, chuckling at the low moan of want escaping pale lip components in response to his fingers sensually caressing Prowl's module. "Yer so much more than that Prowler."

Prowl reached up to pull Jazz's lips to his own, his glossa plunging inside the parted, hot mouth. It was deep and arousing and he wanted nothing more than to stay locked like this with Jazz. He felt his module being plugged into Jazz's port and moaned wantonly into his mouth before breaking the kiss with a gasp.

"Oohhhh… I could get used to this."