Methods of Dissuasion
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ante_luceBunny only said one word. Really. My brain took over and didn't let go. I think I'm doomed.
Title: Methods of Dissuasion
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: M
Pairing/s: Jazz/Prowl/Optimus
Warnings: Mention of overloading.
The Ark was in a state of excitement. Finally, they had contact with Cybertron, and word was that a detachment of bots were on their way to Earth. The crew were eager for news, any news, from home, and many were hoping to hear from old friends, lovers, even mere acquaintances.
Ironhide was all smiles, having heard (and confirmed) that a certain femme was onboard, and that said femme had gotten onboard by staring down some other mech with the business end of a BFG. Optimus too, was looking rather pleased with the news, saying that the reinforcements would be very welcome.
Therefore, it was not unexpected that no one would notice their Second and Third in Command withdrawing from them, spending more time together, going quiet whenever the coming arrival was brought up, or when crew members speculated on who would be on the ship. Prowl had always been rather aloof, and Jazz was more than capable of putting on a front.
Someone did notice (after more judicious clue-by-four-ing by a certain resigned mech, though to his credit he’d noticed before the intervention, and was going to take action when he was informed of the situation), and, though he didn’t know the cause, he was going to try and find out.
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“Jazz, Prowl?” The pair glanced up in surprise, not having expected anyone to come looking for them. Their Commander stood in the doorway of the two mechs’ shared quarters, facemask withdrawn and concern writ all over his faceplates. Optimus took in his lovers’ tense posture, and the way they sat close together on one of the berths, a white hand holding a black one, both seeking comfort in the mutual contact.
“Is… something wrong?” His CPU scrolled through a list of reasons, each one sending more chills down his back struts and into his Spark. One of them wanted out of their relationship, or both of them wanted out of the relationship, and neither one wanted to be the one to break the news to him.
“S’nothing.” Jazz tried to smile, and didn’t quite pull it off. Dropping the attempt he glanced down at his and Prowl’s entwined hands and said softly. “Nothing important. Really.”
He shook his head, refusing to accept that, and strode into the room, coming down into a crouch in front of his black and whites, taking their joined hands into his own, feeling the nervous quality of the grip.
“Please. Tell me.” It hurt to see them like this.
Prowl spoke then, tone not as even as it normally was, though Optimus was sure the average crew member wouldn’t be able to tell. “Elita One is on her way here sir.”
He knew that. But… Prowl’s term of address for him. Neither mech had called him sir in private, except in jest or in play, after they’d gotten together.
“Why would that news bring about… this?” His confusion was plain to see, and unlike previous occasions, the sight did not have the effect it normally did on the tactician and saboteur. Jazz clarified, still not looking at him.
“Wasn’t she your intended, before we left in search of energon sources?”
When he didn’t say anything to that, the mech continued, though the words seemed to pain him.
“We were gonna ask if you wanted us to… break things off.”
Oh.
Lovingly, he ran his hand over theirs, then brought their hands up to his lips for a tender kiss. “My beloveds. I am yours and yours alone, mind, chassis and Spark.”
The pair looked up at him now, optics clearly questioning.
“Ariel and Orion Pax were a pair, and were intending to bond eventually, that’s true. However, our relationship changed after being reformatted into Elita One and Optimus Prime. I believe the human term is that she is like a sister to me. We were still very close, which was why the belief that she’d perished in the attack on the Ark hit me so hard, and why the news of her still living and coming here excited me so.”
His Second and Third stared at him in shock, expressions faintly disbelieving.
“Prowl. Jazz. I love you both. Elita One coming to Earth will not change that. And I am so sorry I’ve made you think otherwise.”
Jazz was the first to move, tugging his hand away from their shared grip to trace along his Prime’s helm, then pull it down to press his forehead against Optimus’s, optics shuttered, air intakes shuddering in relief. Prowl wrapped an arm about the saboteur as the Prime gathered both into an embrace, softly murmuring words of reassurance. Comforting touches stroked along their back struts and helms, and they reciprocated with caresses of their own, silently accepting his apology.
Somewhere along the way, the touches turned from soothing to seductive, and his black and whites found themselves pressed against the berth as their Prime sought to remedy all the stress he’d unwittingly caused them. Soft gasps and moans sounded from the pair, culminating in simultaneous overload, with Optimus following shortly after.
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And that was how Ironhide found them, cuddled together, recovering from their exertions. After groaning and slapping a palm to his faceplates, he managed to drawl out a snarky comment.
“As adorable as this is, you need to get going. They’re here.”
He was later heard muttering lowly about getting Wheeljack or Ratchet to formulate something, anything, to disinfect his CPU with. Failing that, he needed some highgrade and the company of a very, very tickled femme, who was more than willing to help.
Title: Methods of Dissuasion
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: M
Pairing/s: Jazz/Prowl/Optimus
Warnings: Mention of overloading.
The Ark was in a state of excitement. Finally, they had contact with Cybertron, and word was that a detachment of bots were on their way to Earth. The crew were eager for news, any news, from home, and many were hoping to hear from old friends, lovers, even mere acquaintances.
Ironhide was all smiles, having heard (and confirmed) that a certain femme was onboard, and that said femme had gotten onboard by staring down some other mech with the business end of a BFG. Optimus too, was looking rather pleased with the news, saying that the reinforcements would be very welcome.
Therefore, it was not unexpected that no one would notice their Second and Third in Command withdrawing from them, spending more time together, going quiet whenever the coming arrival was brought up, or when crew members speculated on who would be on the ship. Prowl had always been rather aloof, and Jazz was more than capable of putting on a front.
Someone did notice (after more judicious clue-by-four-ing by a certain resigned mech, though to his credit he’d noticed before the intervention, and was going to take action when he was informed of the situation), and, though he didn’t know the cause, he was going to try and find out.
“Jazz, Prowl?” The pair glanced up in surprise, not having expected anyone to come looking for them. Their Commander stood in the doorway of the two mechs’ shared quarters, facemask withdrawn and concern writ all over his faceplates. Optimus took in his lovers’ tense posture, and the way they sat close together on one of the berths, a white hand holding a black one, both seeking comfort in the mutual contact.
“Is… something wrong?” His CPU scrolled through a list of reasons, each one sending more chills down his back struts and into his Spark. One of them wanted out of their relationship, or both of them wanted out of the relationship, and neither one wanted to be the one to break the news to him.
“S’nothing.” Jazz tried to smile, and didn’t quite pull it off. Dropping the attempt he glanced down at his and Prowl’s entwined hands and said softly. “Nothing important. Really.”
He shook his head, refusing to accept that, and strode into the room, coming down into a crouch in front of his black and whites, taking their joined hands into his own, feeling the nervous quality of the grip.
“Please. Tell me.” It hurt to see them like this.
Prowl spoke then, tone not as even as it normally was, though Optimus was sure the average crew member wouldn’t be able to tell. “Elita One is on her way here sir.”
He knew that. But… Prowl’s term of address for him. Neither mech had called him sir in private, except in jest or in play, after they’d gotten together.
“Why would that news bring about… this?” His confusion was plain to see, and unlike previous occasions, the sight did not have the effect it normally did on the tactician and saboteur. Jazz clarified, still not looking at him.
“Wasn’t she your intended, before we left in search of energon sources?”
When he didn’t say anything to that, the mech continued, though the words seemed to pain him.
“We were gonna ask if you wanted us to… break things off.”
Oh.
Lovingly, he ran his hand over theirs, then brought their hands up to his lips for a tender kiss. “My beloveds. I am yours and yours alone, mind, chassis and Spark.”
The pair looked up at him now, optics clearly questioning.
“Ariel and Orion Pax were a pair, and were intending to bond eventually, that’s true. However, our relationship changed after being reformatted into Elita One and Optimus Prime. I believe the human term is that she is like a sister to me. We were still very close, which was why the belief that she’d perished in the attack on the Ark hit me so hard, and why the news of her still living and coming here excited me so.”
His Second and Third stared at him in shock, expressions faintly disbelieving.
“Prowl. Jazz. I love you both. Elita One coming to Earth will not change that. And I am so sorry I’ve made you think otherwise.”
Jazz was the first to move, tugging his hand away from their shared grip to trace along his Prime’s helm, then pull it down to press his forehead against Optimus’s, optics shuttered, air intakes shuddering in relief. Prowl wrapped an arm about the saboteur as the Prime gathered both into an embrace, softly murmuring words of reassurance. Comforting touches stroked along their back struts and helms, and they reciprocated with caresses of their own, silently accepting his apology.
Somewhere along the way, the touches turned from soothing to seductive, and his black and whites found themselves pressed against the berth as their Prime sought to remedy all the stress he’d unwittingly caused them. Soft gasps and moans sounded from the pair, culminating in simultaneous overload, with Optimus following shortly after.
And that was how Ironhide found them, cuddled together, recovering from their exertions. After groaning and slapping a palm to his faceplates, he managed to drawl out a snarky comment.
“As adorable as this is, you need to get going. They’re here.”
He was later heard muttering lowly about getting Wheeljack or Ratchet to formulate something, anything, to disinfect his CPU with. Failing that, he needed some highgrade and the company of a very, very tickled femme, who was more than willing to help.
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Date: 2008-10-10 02:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-10-10 05:41 pm (UTC)*gives the bunny a carrot*
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Date: 2008-10-11 02:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-10-10 06:20 pm (UTC)Wheee! Though I do hope you post this over @ prowlxjazz :)
Nice twist - that while close, OP & E1 are NOT lovers any longer post-upgrade/rebirth.
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Date: 2008-10-11 02:18 am (UTC)Would this fly over there? Since it's more on all three of them instead of just Prowl and Jazz?
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Date: 2008-10-11 05:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-10-11 05:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-10-10 10:50 pm (UTC)Aw, Chromia'll distract Ironhide quite nicely. <3
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Date: 2008-10-11 02:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-10-12 05:09 pm (UTC)