A/N: This is a collective effort. I am working on this with Canti Sixx (go check out her work!) so that there aren't as many scattered little thingies...This one is mine.

WARNING! OC's are involved, so please, be nice.

Moonblaster/Jazz (G1)

"Work it"

"Hey, check it out." Sideswipe said to his brother as he pointed down the hallway at Moonblaster, who was dancing across the base to a tune only she could hear.

"Damn." Sunstreaker responded, eyeing her aft as he raised an optic ridge sexily. "She looks almost as good as I do."

"And this is about to get good..." The red mech continued as Jazz--as if on cue--danced into the Ark, swinging his hips and humming the tune of the song he was listening to. "Hey Jazz!" Sideswipe called, waving the black and white mech down.

"Hey, Sides, Sunny." The black mech greeted as he walked over to the duo. "Wha's shakin'?"

"We have a mission for you, Jazz." The red twin continued.

"We do?"

Jazz smiled slightly. "Keep talkin'."

"Three energon cubes have your name written on them, should you choose to accept your mission." Jazz gave a hesitant nod as Sideswipe continued to point at Moonblaster's active form, swinging her arms and hips as she mouthed the lyrics to whatever it was that she was listening to as she danced her way towards her room, at the opposite end of the base. "'S Probably Queen." The red twin said, answering Jazz's unasked question. "Your mission is a tricky one," He said as he quickly retained his serious voice and expression. "and dangerous, at that. Go up behind Moonblaster and bang 'er!" He hesitated as the black mech gave him a look. "Armor on armor, of course."

"Aw, c'mon guys." Jazz argued. "Ev'n you two know better'n do somethin' like-"

"Four."

"Well, ya talked me into it." The Porsche finally agreed, shrugging his shoulders as he silently followed the black and red femme down towards the hallway where both of their rooms were. True enough, she was listening to Queen's 'Crazy Little Thing Called Love'. When he was close enough to her, he grabbed her by the hips and thrust his codpiece against her aft, causing her to squeal in surprise and arousal. When he let go of her, she turned around, put her hands on her hips, switched off her radio and gave him a small scowl.

"What the Pit was that for?" She asked, raising one optic ridge nonchalantly.

"Sorry, baby." Jazz smiled. "I jus' couldn' resist tha' hot aft o' yers." That said, he sauntered off to the giggles of the twins which were quickly silenced by a dirty look from the femme.

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That night, Moonblaster couldn't help but think about what Jazz did, even if it was prompted by the trouble-making twins. Just the thought of the spunky black and white Porsche taking her from behind made her shudder with delight. She gave a delicious moan, then a chuckle as she got out of bed. She was going to pay him back.

As silently as was possible for her, the femme opened the door to Jazz's room, and smiled; he was sleeping. It was absolutely adorable how he slept practically on his stomach with his right arm shoved up underneath his pillow, his left arm hanging over the edge of the bed and his left leg crossed over the other and bent at the knee. She almost cooed, but held it and went invisible, just in case. She stepped over to him and--as gently as possible--rolled him onto his back. He groaned his protest, and Moonblaster froze, but after a cycle, nothing else came from his vocal processor. So, she continued to take off his codpiece from between his spread-out legs, allowing his--currently soft--cock to hang out. She wasted no time in grabbing onto it as she began to jerk him off, moving her hand up and down his growing shaft. Once it had grown to its full length, Moonblaster shifted back a bit and touched her lips to it, gently kissing Jazz's rod. He gave a small groan, and the femme looked up to him. Once again, he proved to be asleep, so she went back to the task at hand, slowly encasing his cock in her mouth, licking, sucking, and very gently nipping at the tip.

Finally, she decided to get down to business, so she removed the plating over her port and went to give Jazz a kiss, then thought better of it. Carefully--trying not to wake the sleeping Porsche--she lowered herself onto his hard-as-cast-iron cock, barely suppressing the shudder of excitement that nearly overcame her.

Once again, Jazz let out a long, low moan. This time, Moonblaster didn't bother stopping--she wanted to be out of there before he woke up.

The femme moved herself up and down, around and around, grinding and thrusting on the black and white mech's rod, making silent grunts and moans. She was close, and she knew that--though he was sleeping--Jazz was too. Both of their releases were timed perfectly. In one last thrust, overload washed over the both of them.

Moonblaster sighed and bent over to give Jazz a kiss. "Mmm..." She moaned, then whispered: "Oh, Jazz. You are so good asleep."

There was an amused chuckle as the mech's visor powered up and he gave a satisfied, mischievous grin. "Jus' wait 'til ya have me awake."

Moonblaster gave a horrified gasp as she looked down at him. "How long were you-"

"Th' whole time." She started to apologize, but he stopped her. "I'm jus' glad it was you, an' not one o' th' twins. They're inna some pretty weird stuff." He paused as she got off of him and lay hesitantly down beside him. "B'sides, you really know how ta work a mech."

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TBC

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Moony