Fandom: Transformers

Title: Alcohol

Author: Dex

Characters: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Prowl

Pairing: LOL, I so don't know how to answer this one without giving away the ending :P

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, nor the settings. Please don't repost. Flames will be ignored.

Synopsis: Sequel to Experimentation. Prowl experiments with alcohol to get images of the twins and Bee out of his head. He makes a discovery - blackouts are bad.

Author's Notes: For futurecag, who always encourages me. This is, specifically, for helping me figure out the last chapter of Organ Donor.

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Prowl gave a small growl as he finished off the bottle of vodka. Not that there had been much left for him to finish. Not nearly enough he decided, as the effects were barely noticeable. He stood, rummaging through Lennox's office on the Autobot base.

Finding another full bottle of clear liquid, he grabbed it, hacking into the base's mainframe computer. He saw that Lennox was scheduled to come by soon, simply to check out some paperwork. Prowl groaned. Usually he welcomed Lennox, as Prowl found him more sufferable than most of the humans who had access to the base. Now, though, it meant that Prowl would have to hurry out of the office. He took the bottle with him, making a note to pay Lennox back, or simply replace the bottles. Later.

He hurried back to his room. He had never appreciated the rooms that had been added for the holoforms, but he did now. He settled onto the bed, letting the alcohol burn down his throat, warm the pit of his stomach. He tried to calculate how long it would take him to get so drunk it wiped last nights memory from his data banks. He took into consideration that his holoform was rather bulky. On the other hand, he had never drank before, so he'd had no chance to acclimate himself to the effects. The thing that got him was the protoform. No one had ever done any studies on how human substances effected holoforms, or if when the protoform had last eaten would affect the amount of alcohol it took for the holoform to get drunk.

By the time Prowl was done thinking that through, over a half of the new bottle was gone. Maybe a little more. He squinted at the bottle, deciding that it wasn't worth the effort to figure out just how much had drank. He put the bottle away, closing it. His head was starting to feel kinda... fuzzy.

Wasn't that wrong? He was pretty sure heads were not, in fact, supposed to feel fuzzy. He snorted, amused by the images that conjured up. There was a knock on his door, and Prowl blinked, imagining for a moment that Lennox had tracked down his alcohol. Humans could be quite possessive over the most insignificant things.

He stood, stumbling to the door, palming it open, snorting when it failed to work. He had to try his code three... wait... four times before it worked, the door sliding open. Prowl snorted as he saw the twins, or their holoforms at least. Giggling softly, he leaned against the doorframes. The twins glanced at each other, even as the sound died down. Sideswipe moved to Prowl's side.

"We were worried."

"What the slag did you do?" Sunstreaker glared a little.

"Lennosh..." No, that was definitely wrong. "Lenn..." Prowl just knew that was going to come out wrong again. He frowned, suddenly brightening up, cheerily claiming, "Will's booze!" His eyes lit up, starting to glaze over.

Sideswipe looked back at Sunstreaker. "Okay, boss, let's get you to bed." Sunstreaker went to Prowl's other side, and the twins held him up, moving him to his bed. They gently got him onto the mattress, and he giggled again.

"That is... creepy." One of the twins. Prowl couldn't tell which.

The other one frightened him when they spoke. "Do we undress him?" The voice was one of a predator amused by its dim witted prey.

Prowl merely giggled again in response

"He really has to stop that."

"Yeah."

Prowl felt his clothes being stripped from his body, moaning half in protest, half in pleasure. Being naked felt surprisingly nice. He heard the rustle of clothes, and then gave another small moan as the twins slid into bed next to him.

"We can't let you puke in your sleep, you know that."

Prowl mumbled, still unable to tell which twin spoke. However, he did know that he was pleased by the feel of the lean, naked bodies next to him, warming him, even as they pulled the covers over him.

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Prowl shifted against the bodies next to him.

Wait...

He groaned, listening to the snickers, the sound he was making getting louder. His head pounded. He opened his eyes, the light hitting him like little knives through his head, through his skull, and he closed them quickly. When he opened them again, very, very slowly, he saw the twins, getting up, both incredibly... naked.

"Oh, Primus..." Prowl whimpered wordlessly, staring hard at the ceiling.

"Don't worry, Prowl."

"We won't tell anyone." Sunstreaker sounded too cheerful to actually mean that.

"What exactly aren't you telling?" His gaze shifted to them, the twins finally in their pants, grinning. Sunstreaker leaned over, kissing Prowl, tongue darting out to run along Prowl's lower lip. He pulled back, winking at the sub-commander.

"What happens in Prowl's room stays in Prowl's room?" Sideswipe suggested it, his grin widening.

Prowl leaned back into the pillow, groaning loudly, before the twins crept out of his room.