Prompt from the kink meme:tfanonkink .livejournal . com 10462. html? thread=11926238&#t11926238

This chapter is pretty much PWP

I haven't watched a lot of Rescue Bots, just a couple episodes. This is basically G1 Prowl in the Prime universe.

The trouble with trying to write Transformers: Prime or Rescue Bot characters kissing is that they don't really have lips and it's hard to picture :C Also, Prowl's boobs would get in the way but I'm ignoring that.

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"You have scanned a flight model?" Prowl's piercing gaze scanned Blades, who squirmed.

"Ah y-yeah. A helicopter."

"Highly unusual. Possibly dangerous. You will be doing individual drills tomorrow along with the team drills." Prowl moved down the line of Rescue bots to Heatwave, leaving Blades behind to whimper, "Dangerous? Drills?"

"Today I will be looking over your reports."

"Ah… reports." Heatwave replied with a sort of dawning horror.

"Yes. You have been remiss in not been sending them to Optimus. Now that I have arrived I will expect a weekly transmission of them."

"Ah… right… sir."

"Now, the backlog of reports?"

The red Rescue Bot grimaced. After landing things had been so chaotic adjusting to the new routine and surroundings, that he had truthfully forgotten to write reports, and then when nothing was said of it, he had been all too happy to continue not writing them. To his surprise Chase, who was on his left side, spoke up.

"I have them sir."

The rest of the Rescue bots stared at the police car in surprise and, in Heatwave's case, relief.

"Very good. Heatwave, Chase, you will accompany me on a tour of your base. The rest of you are dismissed until 0900 tomorrow."

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That night was cool and calm, with soft breezes lifting off the ocean to chase light clouds before the stars and moon.

Inside the brightly lit Burn's home Blades was nervously babbling to Cody, Boulder, anyone who would listen about the drills tomorrow. Heatwave was silently glaring across the room at him. He would never admit it but he was nervous for Blades. He knew that Blades was physically capable of doing well, but if he remained so nervous there was no telling what he might crash into.

Chase was in the corner discussing Prowl's inspection with Chief Burns, who had greeted Prowl when he had arrived on the island, but had then returned to his duties while Prowl inspected things.

"He is concerned that the base and the island are not properly prepared in case of a Decepticon attack," said Chase, "At the moment we're mainly relying on the obscurity of Griffin Rock and the ability to alert the main base in case of trouble."

Chief Burns had never seen a Decepticon, but he was intimately aware of the Rescue Bots' capabilities and the damage they could do even accidentally. The sheer force and power a Cybertronian could bring down in malicious intent would be atrocious. "Did he have any suggestions?" he asked.

"He will give his final report in two days, when he leaves, but he has already ordered a daily com check in with the main base along with weekly reports."

"Well, that shouldn't be a problem. The civilians are what I'm most concerned about if there is an attack. The island is used to hurricanes and tropical storms, which may help in case of evacuations, but we usually have warning for those."

"Chase." The police car turned in surprise to see Prowl standing at the entrance of one of the tunnels leading out of their base. "Would you accompany me through these tunnels again?"

"Yes sir," Chase responded promptly.

Heatwave straightened from where he had been leaning against the concrete wall, asking gruffly "Would you like me to come too, sir?"

"No, thank you Heatwave. I am merely satisfying a small curiosity for myself." Prowl turned smartly and entered the shadowed tunnel, Chase following close behind and leaving Heatwave behind to pace restlessly.

Their combined headlights dipped into rocky crevices and cast a gold hue around them. If necessary they could switch their optics to utilize the scarce light better, but given that there was no expected threat, simply using the headlights and their optic's normal settings was more energy efficient.

Half way through the tunnels length Prowl stopped and turned to face him. "Chase..." he whispered, staring at him with an unreadable expression. His lights shone brightly, throwing strange shadows across his face and Chase felt his spark contract in his chest.

"Sir?" he replied stiffly.

Prowl's lips twisted into a small smile. "We are both off duty and alone. It is illogical for you to call me sir."

"A Rescue Bot is never off duty."

"I know. The second in comand of an army is never off duty either."

They stood together in silence, bathing in each other's lights, details softened by shadows. Prowl suddenly stepped closer and reached up past his head to stroke his emergency lights. "These are new."

"You have them as well." Emboldened by his close proximity and soft touches Chase leaned into Prowl's chest and felt along his side to his lower back where the lights were located in his root mode.

Prowl shuddered and Chase started to pull back in surprise but Prowl's strong hands grasped his shoulders and kept him still. "Oh Chase, it's been so long," he whispered next to his audial.

"We were drifting in stasis." Chase hesitated, "Were we... did you think I was dead?"

"I didn't know. Sometimes I thought you were. My tactical simulators ran countless scenarios of how you might have died. My spark longed for you always," Prowl whispered.

"Prowl..." Chase started uncertainly.

"My partner, my lover always."

Prowl had always had the ability to render him speechless with just a few words. Prowl dragged his hands down his chest and around his back, pulling him even closer, pressing them together from chest to hips. "Want to feel you," he whispered. "All of you. Against me, inside of me."

Chase buried his head in Prowl's neck, hiding his face. Light fingers traced over his back, swirling and stroking. They slowly edged lower, and Chase shivered when they slithered over the seams lining his hips and aft. Prowl's neck cables were cool and tense underneath his lips and he kissed them softly. The other mech shivered and if possible pressed himself even closer as his touches became firmer, rubbing where his hips and thighs met. Chase spread his legs to better balance and take their weight, also encouraging Prowl to take advantage of where the plating spread and didn't cover fragile and sensitive cables. Prowl took the hint and eager fingers dipped inside the blue plating, wiggling and teasing wiring and tense cabling.

Chase moaned into the cabling he was sucking on, then eyed the trembling doorwings spread eagerly behind Prowl's back. He wondered if they were as sensitive in this earth form as before. Gently lifting his hand off of where it had settled on the light bar on Prowl's lower back he slid it up to the base of the right doorwing where it connected to the torso and stroked along the outer edge. Prowl shuddered and the wing pressed into his hand. Chase carefully traced around the edges, memorizing the alien shape before brushing over the outer plating protecting it.

Prowl's hips were shifting restlessly, pressing against and pulling away from his own and Chase raised his other hand from where it had been resting on Prowl's smooth thigh to press firmly on his aft, pushing their panels together to rock and grind against each other. Prowl moaned long and low, fans rattling to cool him. Clever fingers danced up Chase's back, settling on his helm and gently stroking his sensitive antennae and he groaned.

Chase's fingers settled on the edge of the trembling doorwing, gently squeezing before darting in to map the interior side. It had padding and a molded contour vastly different from before, but from Prowl's whimpers and insistent rocking it was still very sensitive. Prowl suddenly bucked hard, causing them to lose balance and fall into the wall.

"Ah! Prowl!" he cried.

"Need you," Prowl groaned and Chase moaned as they slid down to settle on the rock floor. Prowl straddled his lap, still rubbing frantically against him. There was a quiet click as his panel slid open and a hiss of air as his spike pressurized, arcing up and pressing between their stomachs. Chase gently cradled the glistening spike in his hand, staring in fascination as Prowl mewled and writhed against him. He was always awed when Prowl came undone like this.

Hot air swirled, surrounding them as he slowly stroked up and down the familiar heat in his hand, Prowl pushing insistently into him among a litany of moans. Knowing that the other bot was close, he rubbed at the ridges spiraling down his spike and, lifting his other hand, drew gentle circles on the tip. In response a trickle of transfluid escaped and Prowl whimpered. Chase's panel involuntarily snapped open and he firmed his touch, swiping across the small opening. Prowl cried out, arching his back and rattling doorwings as he came, transfluid splattering across their stomachs.

Chase enjoyed the ecstasy frozen on Prowl's faceplates for a few seconds before he collapsed against him, pressing overheated plating against similarly overheated plating. Chase's spike was pressed between them and he shuddered before gently easing Prowl's hips back. Prowl whimpered at the movement, pressing his face against his neck cables. "Want to feel you," Prowl whispered roughly. "Never let me go."

Chase enjoyed the feel of the hips held between his hands for a moment before he slid one hand around the smooth aft and down between Prowl's spread legs. To his surprise the valve opening was already spiraled open and slick with lubricant. He gently slipped a finger inside to rub and relax the slick platelets. It was incredibly tight, and Chase knew physically what he had known mentally; Prowl had been alone for a long, long time. "Oh Prowl…" he whispered, overcome.

He pressed whisper soft kisses on Prowl's neck and shoulders as he carefully pressed against the valve's walls. He pushed another finger in to stretch and twist the valve open. The doorwings twitched and rose from where they had been splayed open in complete relaxation.

Chase paused over one of the small bumps signaling an underlying sensor and circled it around and around. The doorwings shuddered and Prowl shifted restlessly in his lap.

Gradually Chase loosened the tight platelets enough to slip in a third finger. By this time Prowl was quietly moaning by his audial, doorwings trembling anew on his back. Shaking, Chase removed his fingers and grabbed Prowl's hips moving him carefully above his lap. Using Chase's shoulders to steady himself Prowl rose to his knees, bending down to nuzzle Chase's cheek before carefully sinking down on his spike.

Chase grunted and then began gently rocking deeper into the clenching valve, hands tightening on the hips. Quietly, with scraping metal and hissing fans, Chase reached the ceiling node and Prowl's shout echoed along the rocky tunnel. He moaned as he paused to grind into the small bump and then pulled out a small distance and thrust back in.

Lifting Prowl's hips he took his spike out farther from inside the tight valve and then pulled Prowl back down on him. He captured his pale lips with his own and indulged in a lengthy kiss before pulling Prowl back up and settling into a rhythm. The valve's platelets stretched and clenched around him as his spike rubbed over slick sensors causing him to moan and increase his speed. Their plating scraped and clanged together as Chase planted his feet down and began to thrust up, jostling Prowl as he moaned and threw back his head, showing off vulnerable neck cables.

Chase could feel the charge and pressure building in his spike, and knew he wouldn't last much longer. He rubbed along the open edge of Prowl's valve where it stretched over him, then squeezed in a finger to press hard against the nearest node. Prowl bucked hard, trying to press into the finger and spike simultaneously. His spike hit the ceiling node again and Prowl cried out, valve clenching and spike freeing transfluid as he came. Chase moaned at the sight and slipped his finger out to grip a white thigh as he thrust twice more before he came with a shout. He shuddered hard, grinding up before collapsing with Prowl leaning heavily against him.

The cool breezes whistling through the tunnel collided with their hot plating, drawing off the heat. Their lips rasped over each other in a kiss, pliable metal scraping softly. Arms clutched, holding tight as the transfluid dripping down their bodies dried slowly.

Prowl gave him a sleepy smile and settled down, laying his head on his blue chest. Chase could feel his systems shutting down for recharge and stirred, pushing lightly at Prowl's shoulders. "We… we shouldn't recharge here. What would the others think?"

Prowl pulled back to look him in the optics and replied, "A logical assumption would be that I love you."

Flustered, Chase looked away, "Please, Prowl."

"Very well." He carefully stood, using Chase's shoulder's for leverage. This put his stained thighs directly in view and Chase took a moment to look appreciatively before levering himself to his feet.

Prowl pulled a small bundle of cloths out of his subspace and proceeded to wipe himself down. He had obviously put some planning into this encounter and Chase approved heartily. The other police car then turned to him and began to gently clean and stroke his plating, lingering over his plating to rub comfortingly. Chase leaned lightly into his ministrations, taking a moment to savor his touch. With one last gentle caress Prowl turned and kicked dirt over the spilled transfluid and lubricant on the floor. Sensing his gaze Prowl turned and said calmly, "There is only a 5% chance that your team will realize what was spilled here."

Satisfied, and trusting in Prowl's decision Chase nodded firmly and scanned the area for any other traces of their activities. Soon enough they turned and walked back down the tunnel toward the bright and loud building that they had left behind.