Musical Misconceptions

Author Notes: Yay My First Ever Fanfiction! I am insecure so I must apologize for if I messed up any personalities, facts, accents (I'm sorry Jazz I don't think I did you justice), or anything. Please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. I hope you enjoy my dawdling in this fun series. Please comment I would appreciate knowing what I did wrong and right.

Warning: Points of view may change from paragraph to paragraph or every few paragraphs (I tried not to change in the middle paragraphs). Also contains mech/mech situations if this is not your cup of tea either don't read or read but don't bother flaming about it being wrong/immoral I'll just laugh at your flame

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine besides the fun I had writing this and discussing my ideas with chiatea16. Transformers and the songs I used (Who's your daddy, Animals, and The garden) belong to their rightful owners and subsidiary companies. I have only come to play in their sandbox.

Note: The very beginning of the third scene (the one with Jazz and Prowl) takes place before the very end of the previous scene

Few knew the true reason for Jazz's love of listening to music at high to audio shattering volumes. Jazz had always loved to listen to his music loud, enjoying the feel of the music vibrating through him resonating and reflecting within his chassis shaking his very spark in its chamber. His recent reason for listening to music at near audio shattering volumes though had nothing to do with this.

Blaster was considering the volume of the music resonating through the hall as he patrolled the corridor where Jazz and Prowl's shared quarters were located. The volume was quite loud in the hall which meant it had to be extremely loud inside. Blaster had to wonder at how Prowl put up with the blaring volume during the officers' off duty hours. Considering that the tactician was always telling the TIC to either shut off or lower the volume of his music when they were on duty. Blaster also speculated what Jazz probably had to have said to convince Prowl to allow him to listen to the music this loud when they both had the same off hours.

Then again Prowl was logical. Blaster figured that the SIC may have allowed Jazz this liberty as a way to vent any stress that had accumulated during his shift. Prowl was aware of the fact that an over stressed mech could not perform at optimal levels and thus would compromise the safety and order of the Ark's crew. As such Prowl would allow certain infringements to the rules to take place before he would get involved to take disciplinary actions.

Blaster had heard from Red Alert that Prowl was usually aware of many of the twins pranks before they occurred but would allow the twins to plot and carry out certain pranks believing that he was completely oblivious to them. Prowl did this because without an outlet of some kind the twins were likely to become a danger to themselves and others on the Ark. The pranks were also good for some of the other bots to relieve their stress by prompting a laugh, smile, or in Ratchet's case a long winded stream of venomous rage filled cursing and hollering that would vent the medics frustration as well entertain the bots who would witness the medics legendary tirades. The bots on the Ark knew that if the twins were pulling pranks that meant that things were alright for the time being.

Since crash landing on Earth the Autobots had to adapt their way of living to accommodate the many changes around them. One of the largest and most stressful was the consolidation of living quarters. During the crash many of the Arks living quarters had been destroyed or damaged to the extent that they were currently unlivable. As such all of the crew with the exception of Optimus Prime and Prowl (due to their ranks) were required to share their living quarters with one other mech. The crews living quarters were meant to only house one mech each so sharing a room with another made what was once a spacious single room into a slightly squishy but livable double.

As luck had not been with the Autobot army for much of the war it wasn't with them when it came to the number of useable living quarters. By chance there happen to be one more crew member then the space available could comfortably house. As such Jazz volunteered to be the odd mech out in whatever was going to be done. Different possible solutions to the lack of suitable quarters were suggested and quickly shot down. It was when Jazz mentioned the possibility of converting one of the Ark's storage closets into functional quarters (that he would willingly subject himself to occupying) that Prowl volunteered that he would be willing to share his living quarters with the saboteur.

Needless to say most of the crew of the Ark had been shocked because since Prowl was the second in command to Optimus Prime he was not required or expected to give up his right to private quarters. The crew understood Prowls explanation that he was willing to share his quarters because living in a storage closet that was barely large enough to fit a small berth or forcing three mechs to share one of the regular living quarters would only damage the mechs' abilities to function optimally due to the stress of having to share such a small space amongst too many bots. The fact that Prowl was willing to share his quarters was not what shocked the crew his reasoning was logical and made sense. What had the crew shocked was he was willing to share his room with Jazz. Prowl who liked his quite and privacy was willing to share quarters with loud, outgoing Jazz.

Blaster himself was curious as to whether Prowls reasoning was at least a little faulty in the socializing circuits. Sure the two officers had always seemed to get along well on Cybertron but to get along with someone at work is way different then to live with that bot.

Blaster chuckled to himself as he remembered the flurry of activity amongst the crew upon Jazz moving in with Prowl. This activity mostly consisted of betting on how long it would take before Jazz came begging to move into another room no matter how small or unlivable. Betting also concerned what would prompt him to desperately seek a new residence. The most popular theory was that Jazz would get frustrated with the nagging Prowl was sure to inflict upon the saboteur, about noise, cleanliness, or practically anything. So far the SIC and TIC had exceeded many bots predicted time frame of cohabitation, as such only four bots remained in the betting pool. Blaster considered each of the remaining bots bets. His own bet would be negated in a manner of weeks as he bet that Jazz would only be able to stand whatever Prowl threw at him for a year, Ratchet had bet on them being able to last until an adequate alternative living arrangement could be determined, Prime (who surprisingly decides to participate in the betting pool) bet that they would be willing to share living quarters for as long as they were under his command whether they needed to share or not, and finally Red Alert had bet that they would be sharing quarters infinitely. Blaster was actually surprised that Smokescreen had allowed such vague time frames but figured that since it had never been specified that one had to give a specific number he figured that was why smokescreen allowed it; besides no one had complained so it seemed perfectly fair.

As Blaster reached the abrupt end of the hall that was formed when the Ark hit the mountainside; he paused to consider his old quarters that were smashed in just 100 feet further ahead of him buried in the mass of metal and rock. Luckily when the Ark crashed no one was in their quarters beyond this point. The crash of the Ark had effectively cut off Prowls quarters from all of the others as his room was dubbed the only one livable on this side of the Ark.

As Blaster turned to return the way he had come on his patrol he considered that maybe that was the reason why Prowl had volunteered to share his quarters with Jazz. Prowl knew Jazz liked to listen to his music loud and that since Jazz's sound proofed quarters were amongst those that had come to know the mountainside intimately, Prowl's were the next best ones for Jazz to inhabit. Prowls quarters were one of the few accessible areas in this section of the ship besides some storage units that only needed to be accessed once and a while. Since this is the case Jazz's blasting music could only disturb those who were going into one of the storage units or those that had to cross by on their internal patrol of the ship.

As Blaster passed Jazz and Prowl's shared quarters again the song that had been playing came to its abrupt end "Who's your Daddy" by Lordi Blaster recalled. He mentally noted that something had sounded weird about the song, like there was some other sound mixed in at a slightly lower volume. The song was followed by a load crack of metal hitting metal that had Blaster immediately worried for his comrades Safety.

As the last verse of the song played Jazz looked down to watch the taller black and white mech below him arch up and scream his name. As the song ended so did the scream, leaving the mech below him panting heavily to try to cool his overheating internals. Watching Prowls optics flicker as he continued to gasp Jazz could barely process anything besides how beautiful the mech below him was especially in the thralls of passion such as now. His own body seemed far away as he also gasped air in an attempt to cool his own overheating internals. As he watched Prowl, Jazz failed to notice the warning flash in his processor concerning the imminent failure of his joints until he crashed down into Prowl with a loud crack.

The pounding on the door that followed would have had Jazz jumping up in surprise had his body not automatically shut down the coolant lines and other nonessential systems to his extremities in an attempt to rapidly cool his core and essential systems faster.

Jazz immediately snapped out of his post overload daze when he heard Blaster outside the door yell franticly for him and Prowl to respond. Just as Blaster announced that he was going to use the security override to open the door Jazz was able to override the system lock to his vocal processor.

"Blaster we're fine!" Jazz yelled with his voice as steady as he could hold it

"What was that noise then" Blaster demanded through the door

Thinking quickly Jazz thought of only one thing that Blaster might believe enough that he would leave without having to visually confirm that everything was alright

"Prowl knocked ova one of mah stereo's speakers"

"Oh… Is he ok?"

"Yeah, just a little wounded pride that's all" Prowl chimed in

"Ok, then have a good night. Oh and Jazz if you want to you can bring your speakers to me tomorrow I'll see if I can fix them, the song sounded a little off before. There might be a loose wire or something."

"Ok Blaster I'll see ya tomorrow then. Have a good night"

Once Jazz heard Blasters steps retreating down the hall towards the section of the Ark that had the rest of the living quarters Jazz once more looked at Prowl.

Prowl glanced towards his chest plates where the saboteurs head lay, Prowl couldn't help but chuckle at the way that Jazz had unceremoniously collapsed upon him. Stuck half way between kneeling and lying on top of Prowl, Jazz's aft was left raised high in the air. Prowl suspected that since Jazz had not jumped up or moved to make their positioning less obvious that Jazz's extremities had locked due to the shear heat that had collected during their previous activities.

Watching the sudden small uplifting of the corners of the tacticians lip components Jazz felt a small shiver run through his spinal strut. Jazz knew that smirk, it meant that he was about to feel either very good or very frustrated.

Prowl slowly craned his head to plant a chaste kiss upon Jazz's helm as he began to slowly maneuver himself out from under the saboteur. As Prowl shifted his position he lifted Jazz from his chest resting his upper body to lean on the berth. Once Prowl had shifted his upper body out from under his lover he leaned back to plant one more teasing kiss to the very corner of Jazz's mouth before sitting up.

Jazz made a frustrated sound as Prowl drew away without allowing him the chance to turn his head to participate in the kiss. Jazz's frustrated mew quickly changed into what could only be described as a surprised squawk at what Prowl did next.

Looking down at the saboteur Prowl considered the new position he was in. Jazz was still stuck between kneeling and lying down but now only one of Prowls legs was still under him. Prowl had positioned one leg under Jazz's waist to help prevent the strange position from damaging any of his joints should he be stuck like that for an extended period of time. Looking down at Jazz laying before him the mischievous smirk broke into a full on grin as an idea crossed his mind. Prowl then raised one hand over Jazz's prone aft and straitened his digits to expose his palm as he raised his hand higher. Prowl held back a snicker of sadistic glee as he brought his hand down upon Jazz's aft in a hard but playful smack, prompting a squawk from his lover.

"That" Prowl intoned "was for blaming me for damaging your stereo's speaker when you know that was your fault from when you jumped me last week"

"It's not my fault your sexy aft was callin' me all day" Jazz retorted as he tried to turn his head towards Prowl

"I suppose not" Prowl replied as he gently placed his hand on Jazz's aft.

Jazz let out a small gasp as Prowls fingers began to rub small circles on the plating of his aft and lower back. Occasionally the tacticians fingers slipped between and under the smooth plating to massage the wires and components located there; relieving the tension and stiffness that was slowly building due to Jazz's current position.

Prowl could feel the tension continue to build through out the rest to the saboteur, even as he massaged the wires, cables, and plating located around Jazz's lower back. The tactician slowly began to shift his position again to find a more comfortable position for Jazz. Prowl wrapped his free arm under the saboteur's waist as he lifted Jazz so he could free his own leg from under him. Once his leg was free Prowl straddled his mate's legs and pulled Jazz's waist to his so the saboteurs aft and thighs were resting upon his own thighs. Prowl then slid his hand from under Jazz's waist up across his chassis to the base of his neck lifting the saboteur enough to straighten his aching spinal struts. Prowl then shifted his hand that had been massaging Jazz's lower back to rub the full length of his back. When Prowl reached Jazz's shoulders he paused to massage the back of his neck. As Prowl rubbed Jazz's back and neck the saboteur began to whimper and moan at the pleasant sensation.

While his systems slowly unlocked the saboteur could feel the administrations of his lover become stronger as more of his sensory systems came back online. The touches were slow, gentle, and overall very relaxing. Jazz loved the feeling of the hand that was rubbing his back. If the pressure was just a little lighter it would be a teasing tickle of sensation but if the pressure was a little heavier it would not be long before he reached overload. Jazz couldn't help but want that heaviness; he wanted Prowl to stroke harder against him, to grind their hips together with a maddening rhythm. He wanted Prowl to send him into overload so that he could flare his energy field and drag the tactician along with him into that sweet daze. He wanted to connect with Prowl to feel himself in Prowl and Prowl within himself, to feel them become one being.

As Prowl stroked Jazz's back he began to feel the saboteur arch into the touch. The tactician also noted that Jazz was beginning to regain use of his extremities. Prowl watched as his loves hand slowly opened and gripped the berth. Prowl leaned forward and placed light kisses on Jazz's shoulders working his way to the center of his spinal strut. Once he reached the center of Jazz's back prowl began to work his way up till he reached the back of Jazz's neck where he placed one more kiss before nuzzling the back of his saboteur's helm. Prowl felt the mech below him try to speak only to have his vocalized fail releasing nothing but a static laced moan.

Having failed to vocalize his desires Jazz slowly began to push himself up and rub his body up into the chassis of his lover. To stress his point Jazz activated a few lines of music from his internal sound system.

'Cause this was it, like flicking on a switch
It felt so good I almost drove into the ditch
I'm screamin'

No, we're never gonna quit
Ain't nothing wrong with it
Just acting like we're animals
No, no matter where we go
'Cause everybody knows
We're just a couple of animals

Jazz cut the song with a shiver as he felt Prowl lean forward into him preventing him from grinding into the tactician any more. He felt the light kiss prowl pressed into is audio horn as Prowl began to speak. "I'm sorry love but we shouldn't do it again tonight. Your systems still need time to cool and repair. We shouldn't have even done it earlier. You wouldn't want Ratchet to keep you in med bay next time because we couldn't follow his instructions."

Jazz knew Prowl was right and what he was about to do was a low blow but he wanted to feel Prowl overload with him at least one more time tonight. Jazz picked a song he felt would suit his needs and played only the lines he felt could sway Prowls decision.

Oh oh I really wanted that thing
I just want to sing
I love you baby…
Don't tell me the truth
That your heart has hardened

But you don't want me anymore
How can it be

"You don't really think that do you" Jazz heard Prowl rasp from above him. Jazz tried to turn so he could see Prowl only to find the arm over his chassis held him tightly to the tactician's chest, restricting his movement. Jazz felt his spark freeze as the mech behind him shivered. Jazz began to struggle then, he had to see Prowl, see his optics, and assure him that was not how he felt. All at once the grip on his chassis let go and he was lying on the berth between his loves hands which clenched the berth as though it were the only real thing left in the world.

Jazz turned over as quickly as his systems would allow. When he finally could see Prowls face he was met with such a sad look he felt as though the world had just ended. As Jazz's optics met Prowls he saw the tacticians begin to flicker as they would when his logic circuits were about to crash. Jazz reached up and grabbed both sides of Prowls face as he tried to apologize for his cruel lie. The saboteur realized that his vocalizer had once more locked up leaving him unable to tell Prowl how he truly felt. As he watched Prowl try to fight his impending stasis lock Jazz decided to show Prowl the true depths of his feeling by offering the two things he thought he would never give to another freely.

As Prowls external systems began to lock he noticed Jazz's entire countenance change. Prowl watched with morbid fascination as a serene look came across Jazz's features when he began to reveal first his interface array and then slowly he opened his chassis to reveal his spark chamber. Prowl felt his systems lock come to a screeching halt as his conflicting emotions all but dropped from his processor. He stared at his love below him baring his interface array and spark chamber like gifts to him. Prowl knew in that moment the extent of Jazz's feeling for him. To be trusted with either form of connection was something Prowl felt he would never be blessed with and yet here was Jazz laying before him offering himself in every sense.

Jazz trained all of his attention on Prowl above him; he ignored every program and protocol within his processor that warned against illuminating these vulnerabilities to another. Jazz shuddered as Prowls finger tips lightly brushed the edges of his spark chamber. The fingers within his chassis withdrew as gently as they had descended. As Prowl leaned closer the saboteur couldn't stop his body from trembling as his processor screamed warnings.

Prowl utilized every shred of self control as he leaned down to plant a chaste kiss upon Jazz's helm. The tactician began to slowly stroke the saboteur's side with one hand and his cheek with the other as he brought his lip components to Jazz's audio horn and began to whisper.

"Thank you Jazz" Prowl murmured in a soft baritone. "Thank you for loving me and trusting me with your spark. Your trust means more to me then you could ever process. And though I would love to take the rest the evening to ravish and pleasuring you, I must sordidly decline until you have been medically cleared."

"Tease" Jazz breathlessly whispered as his body relaxed at the reprieve he had been granted. "I thought you would jump at my offer"

"I would but only once you are more comfortable with the idea of bonding with me" Prowl replied "I know you are still uncomfortable with the idea of sharing all of yourself. At the moment I am content knowing that you would be willing to offer yourself to me. From this point we can take our time so you can become more accustomed to the idea so that when we do actually link up and bond it will be enjoyable for us both"

"What if I never feel comfortable with the idea of interfacing or spark-bonding" Jazz whined

"I'm sure at some point you will feel more comfortable with the idea of interfacing and bonding until then I am willing to wait. I will wait as long as it takes. I refuse to give up on you." Prowl stated as he found Jazz's hands and brought them to his lip components to gently kiss them. "I will never give up on you because I love you and I want you to be mine as I am yours. Till then remember I am yours with or without a bond I am yours always."

Jazz opened his lip components to protest but Prowl brought a finger to them to silenced him.

"There is no arguing on this point" Prowl whispered. "No matter what you say it will not change how I feel about you." Prowl leaned down once more to plant a soft kiss upon the edge of Jazz's lip components. Before he could rise, Jazz turned his helm slightly to capture Prowls own lip components in a deep sensual kiss. "You just can't let me have the last word can you" Prowl teased.

"No that's not a part of my programming when it comes to you" Jazz replied snidely

Prowl shook his helm as he unstraddled Jazz and settled beside his saboteur lover. "Fine, but lets get some recharge, I have an early shift and you should have been in recharge orns ago. Don't forget you have to go see Ratchet in the morning"

"Yes Daddy" Jazz chirped

"I thought the point of the song earlier was for me to call you daddy" Prowl replied snarkily

Jazz sputtered at that "oh shut up and recharge"

"Yes Daddy" Prowl returned as Jazz settled against him shuttering his optics

Explanations:

Jazz's system lock- My idea behind this is that it can occur in any Cybertronian and is basically a massive overheating of ones internals which causes a massive shut down of nonessential systems (vocals, movement, etc) so that the core systems (spark chamber, processors, etc) can cool. This is a fail safe so that one does not further damage their own systems, though it can be over ridden it is very difficult and/or time consuming (thus why Jazz did not try to override that much). Normally it does not occur during intimacy, interfacing, or bonding but can occur if one has recently received significant damage and the self repair systems can not keep up (This is what is occurring in Jazz's case). The systems will slowly unlock as the internal systems cool to safer levels. Tactile stimulation can help to reduce the amount of time it takes to cool the systems by helping to displace the heat as well as to stimulate the sensory and movement systems to come online faster (Thus Prowl was only trying to help not smex him up – Yet :3).

M rating- It will be in the next chapter if you don't consider this M.

Final Note- I hope you have enjoyed this story. Please leave a review as I would like to know how I did. I would also like to know what I did well and what I failed miserably at so feel free to tare this apart.

I warn you it will take me a while to write the next chapter and post it (I'm slow. I think I started this about 2-3 weeks ago and I have not started to write the next chapter but I have some ideas – oh and what fun ideas they are XD).