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Lecture Lecture Le..Surprise!!!



A Strange Sideswipe and Sunstreaker let out identical sighs as the much smaller tactician continued his boring lecture. The twins hadn’t meant to place that bucket of yellow paint just above Cliffjumper’s room. They hadn’t meant for it to fall on his head the moment he exited; it was the red mini-bot’s own fault that he had tripped over the plainly seen trip wire. The twins just couldn’t see what Prowl was so angry about, besides they didn’t exactly have proof it was them...


Sideswipe was about to let out another bored yawn when he noticed a black helmed mech cutting through the crowd in a rapid pace. Jazz’s helm horns rose above the others much like a shark’s fin breaching the water’s surface. Sideswipe had found his savor, but he didn’t know what the saboteur was up. If he did, he would have grabbed his brother and high-tailed it out of there faster than the rec room cleared when Kup started telling his war stories.

“And furthermore...omph!” The black and white dutsan suddenly found himself pinned to the floor as a wide grinning Jazz sat upon his hips locking him firmly in place. “Jazz...” he started but was quickly cut off by a rough kiss which he returned without a second though clearly forgetting that they were not alone.


“Sides...” said Sunny as his right optic gave a twitch. “When we get back to the room, will you burn my optics out please?”


Sides’ nodded his head as he gently placed his hand on his yellow twin’s back herding him back towards their quarters.  Normally, the yellow twin shunned displays from Sideswipe of this manner, but tonight he would make an exception.
“Only if you do mine first, bro...”


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A different Kind of Meeting


It seemed that his particular debriefing would continue forever, or at least that is how it was seen by the Autobots as they slumped forward in their chairs. Their optics flickered as they did their best to remain alert; the group didn’t actually want to get a lecture along with the report. That would just mean another hour of boredom.


The bots were so distracted by their own boredom’s that no one had actually noticed just what was going on in the back with everyone’s favorite tactician and saboteur. Well they would in a matter of moments…


Jazz smirked as he gently began to rub circles along Prowl’s door wings pausing every few seconds to kiss the warm living metal. Prowl bit his bottom lip as a shiver ran through his systems. Jazz had always just been amazing at distracting him. Up until Jazz’s caress’s had begun, Prowl had been the only bot actually paying attention...


“Jazz...” he whispered caught by his logical processor’s and the building need within his spark.  “We’re in a crowded room...control yourself.”


Jazz’s breath washed over his audios as he leaned forward pressing his bumper slightly into his lover’s back. “I am controlling myself if I wasn't I would have fragged you by now…” Prowl suddenly moaned loudly as Jazz’s finger’s gently twisted a very sensitive wiring making his literally arch forward in his seat...drawing the attention of everyone in the room including their mighty leader.


“Prowl, is there something you would like to add?” questioned Optimus as he gazed sternly at his blushing second. Prowl’s optics widened much like a deer’s caught in a headlight beam. A light red tint had appeared on the dustan’s face as he lowered his helm refusing to meet his commander’s optics.


“No, Sir...you were saying?”


Optimus nodded momentarily pleased with Prowl’s answer as he instantly went back to his long speech making the mechs groan.  As if nothing had happened, Jazz went straight back into his teasing following his commander lead.
He smirked gently nibbling on Prowl’s chevron. “You know you’re kind of hot when you’re embarrassed like that...”



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Hey Judy..meet the Autobots...



Judy Witwicky was just the ordinary mom of a teenage boy...a teenage boy who happened to be best friends with a large living robot by the name of Bumblebee. She had actually been quite shocked by that fact to at first, but now after spending a few months talking and getting to know the yellow mech…she felt she was ready to meet the others. Sam only hoped she was right…


“Oh, Sam, I don’t know what you’re so worried about...” said the woman cheerfully as she continued the base tour. Already she had already had the pleasure of meeting the famed Autobot leader himself, Optimus Prime. That meeting had literally gone by the book thanks to Agent Simmons constant nagging…


Sam rubbed his arm nervously looking up at his yellow guardian with worry. There were still quite a few bot to meet, and with the autobot...anything and everything tended to go wrong. Suddenly, he heard his mother’s surprised gasp as her hand instantly went over her mouth. Sam rushed to her side thinking that maybe something was wrong…this had been a rather taxing day after all. Many people couldn’t take the excitement of learning that alien really do exist...and they turned into cool cars!



“Sam...What are they doing!?” She pointed a finger at the two groaning bots in rolling around on the steel floor. Sam tilted his head trying to get the better picture. It was quite difficult to tell who was who…they were so intertwined. A flash of silver caught Sam’s eye followed by a clawed hand...that had to be Jazz. No other autobots looked like that…then who was the other…He didn’t have to wonder long as Bee rounded the corner optics wide with horror.


“Prowl?!”


The tactician quickly became aware of his surroundings as he tried to detangle himself from the over eager Jazz. “B...bee.” he called out his vocals staticing with near overload. Jazz refused to let his new prize go through as he pulled Prowl back down attacking his neck with kiss and love bites once more.


“Is he raping that one!?” Judy questioned in total shock of what was going on. She had never seen a live interface before. A deep chuckled alerted the group to another presence in the room as Ironhide stepped out from a doorway. The older black mech shook his head in disbelief.


“No...You can’t rape the willing…Prowl! Jazz! Get a room! I thought we already had this lecture! The hallway isn’t for fragging!”


Jazz growled giving Ironhide an annoyed glare before shouting. “Neither is the med-bay. Now leave me alone I’m busy!”


Ironhide surprisingly backed up whispering something to Bumblebee before disappearing once more into the room from he came. Bee gave a sheepish grin as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.


“So…the next part of the tour…”
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Jazz jumping Prowl LOL