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kinkfestTitle: "Rules and Regulations"
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Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Prowl's a complete and total tease. Graphic mech sex. Threesome at the end.
Word Count: 2,061
Prompt: Transformers (G1), Prowl/other: competence - rules and regulations
A/N:
Prowl raised an optic ridge as he looked around the room; when he had left, he had expected to return to everything looking the same way. Unfortunately, whoever was supposed to be organizing the store room had, instead, made a complete and total mess of it. He sighed as he stooped to pick one of the datapads up before he opened his comlink. ::Red Alert, do you know who was put in charge of organizing the store room?::
::Hot Rod, I believe.:: Red Alert's answer was short, giving just the necessary details.
Prowl shook his head. He couldn't understand why Hot Rod had been left in charge when he had specifically asked for someone who knew the rules and regulations well, for someone who was actually competent, to be in charge. ::Hot Rod, report to the store room immediately.:: He sighed as he looked around again; it was going to take a long time to get everything cleaned up.
"You wanted to see me?" Hot Rod asked, entering the store rooms slowly, looking as if he'd just come out of recharge.
"Would you care to explain this mess?" Prowl asked, spinning around and nailing Hot Rod with a disapproving, disappointed look. "This room was supposed to be organized, not have everything just thrown anywhere. Also, these datapads contain valuable information, and they are just laying where anyone could walk in and step on them."
"What makes you so sure I did it?"
"I asked Red Alert who was put in charge of this. He gave me your name. Even if you weren't the one to actually do this, it was your responsibility to make sure the job was done correctly." Prowl folded his arms over his chassis, doorwings twitching in annoyance. "You are going to fix all of this under my supervision." He waited for Hot Rod to start, only to receive a blank stare from the other Autobot. "Now."
"B-But I was recharging! This isn't fair!" Hot Rod looked around the room. "I have patrol duty early tomorrow, and this'll take a long time to get done!"
"It is not my fault that you failed to do a decent job here." Prowl ignored Hot Rod's muttered curses, just watching as the other got to work on picking things up. He stood there, not too close to Hot Rod, but not very far from the younger mech either, making sure that the other paid attention to every small detail of the job.
Hot Rod mumbled to himself as he continued to pick up the fallen object, placing them back where they had been before. He glanced up at the tactician, surprised to the see other so close to him. "You enjoy hovering, don't you?" he asked, sounding extremely annoyed.
"Actually, I'd rather not be here currently," Prowl said, not even looking down at the other. "I've been gone for quite some time, and I would rather be in my room, reading one of my book files or resting. So I would appreciate it if you hurried. You still have to put those datapads in order."
Hot Rod let out an annoyed growl as he finished picking up all of the items scattered across the floor. 'And they wonder why I seem to have a problem with authority.' He sent a glare in the other's direction, looking through the datapads. 'How the slag are these supposed to be ordered?'
Prowl moved closer, intentionally standing right behind Hot Rod; he ran his hands along the other's arm until his hands covered Hot Rod's. He smirked, knowing full well that the touch was affecting Hot Rod. He moved one hand so it pointed to the top of the datapad. "You see that?" he whispered in the other's audio. "That's how important the matter is. More important datapads go in the front. After that-" He moved the hand down to another section. "-that is what the matter is. There's a datapad somewhere among those that tells what order the matters should go in." He moved his hand to yet another section. "Finally, if there are several datapads that have to do with the same matter, you either put them in numerical or alphabetical order."
Hot Rod's hands were trembling as he listened to Prowl speaking; he had never had the tactician that close to him before, and, Primus help him, he was enjoying it. A soft moan escaped his as Prowl's hands moved back over his arms, stopping on his shoulders. He started to organize them, trying to ignore the feel of the Autobot second-in-command's hands moving on his shoulders. He bit his lip as the hands moved from his shoulders to his sides, running up and down slowly; he couldn't stop the moan as the caress continued, the hands brushing over a seam in his armor. "Wha-what are you doing?" he gasped out, looking over his shoulder at Prowl.
"Hmm? I'm supervising. And teaching you how to get all of this work done, so you're competent in this field and not just fighting." Prowl smirked. "Now, you really should get that done. Once you do, you can go get the rest you'll need for your patrol duty."
Hot Rod tightened his grip on the datapad, trying to focus on his task and not the wonderful things the other's hands were doing; unfortunately, he was having a hard time as he set to work, able to hear his own engines purring at the attention, feeling his systems heating up rapidly. He got half way through them before he couldn't concentrate anymore. Without a second thought, he spun around and pulled Prowl closer, practically smashing their lips together.
Prowl wasn't surprised in the least at Hot Rod's actions. In fact, he had expected it to happen sooner. He chuckled into the kiss, letting his hands trail down the other's sides again, grasping the other's hips. He pulled away after a moment, smirking. "You need to get the rest of that done." He pulled away as Hot Rod tried to pull him back, shaking his head. "You don't get anything else until you finish." The tactician moved to the doorway. "I assume you can finish that task without my supervision."
Hot Rod opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't manage to get any words out as he watched the other move towards the door.
"Don't worry. We aren't finished." Prowl glanced over his shoulder at Hot Rod. "Come to my room when you're finished and there'll be a surprise for you. We can also finish what we started here."
Hot Rod just stared as the other left; after a moment, he managed to pull himself out of his daze and went back to work. He moved quickly and efficiently, getting the datapads sorted much faster than he had expected. Once he was sure everything was in order, he rushed out, hurrying to get to the tactician's room. He paused, however, right outside it, hearing noises inside. He frowned as he opened the door, just staring at the sight in front of him.
"Do you like the surprise?" Prowl asked, smiling seductively as he pulled Jazz down closer to himself. When he received no answer, he looked up at Jazz, who was grinning madly.
"Ya might wanna close the door behind ya, Roddy," Jazz said, glancing down at Prowl. "Unless ya'd rather stand there and jus' watch us, as well as let others watch."
Hot Rod shook his head, entering the room the rest of the way, staring at the couple on the bed. "Wha...?" He muttered, looking back and forth, surprised to see Jazz and Prowl together; they were complete opposites, and he couldn't figure out why they'd be sharing a berth. 'He was hitting on me, and we're complete opposites, too. But...if he already has Jazz, why was he after me in the store room?'
"So, ya gonna join us or not?" Jazz slowly leaned down and pulled Prowl into another kiss, making a show of it, making sure Hot Rod could see his glossa teasing Prowl's.
Prowl pulled Jazz down the rest of the way, groping the other's aft, which was stuck up in the air, as if trying to tease Hot Rod. ::Are you coming over here or not? Did you not want me to finish what I started earlier?::
Those words snapped Hot Rod out of it, and he was over by Prowl and Jazz in a matter of seconds. He didn't really know how, but he ended up between Jazz and Prowl, facing the tactician. Before he could even react to anything he was pulling into a fiery kiss. He felt the tactician's hands roaming over his chassis slowly, tracing his Autobot insignia. At the same time, the saboteur's lips slowly moved down his neck, while the other's hands gripped his aft. He let out a small squeak, surprised at the groping.
Prowl chuckled into the kiss, moving one hand to caress Jazz's cheek before he moved it up to one of the other's horns, stroking it. He smirked at the moan he received from the action. ::Enjoying yourselves?::
::Course we are, Prowler. You, however, aren't getting any attention right now. We should show ya how much we 'preciate this.:: Jazz smirked, snaking a hand under Prowl's bumper, stroking it. He kissed Hot Rod's audio. "Go for his doorwings," he whispered softly, making sure Prowl couldn't hear him.
Hot Rod snaked his arms under Prowl's, placing his hands on the tactician's doorwings, slowly stroking them. Pulling out of the kiss, he smirked down at Prowl as the other mewled and arched up, almost all the way off of the berth.
"Found that out on accident. Ya can never sneak up on a Datsun cause of those." Jazz smirked down at Prowl, only to arch against Hot Rod as the second-in-command's grip on his horn tightened. He moved a hands under Hot Rod's armor, gripping at some of the sensitive wiring.
Hot Rod moaned, pressing harder against Prowl's doorwings. He nipped and licked at the tactician's neck, panting as he did. He could feel his systems reaching a critical level and knew that his overload was imminent. He wondered how close the others were considering he could feel the heat coming off of them, too. His optics widened as Prowl's hand that had been on his chassis joined Jazz's under his armor, going straight for one of the joints in his hip. He arched against Prowl with a cry, energy coursing through his systems and into his partners.
Prowl pulled his lovers down closer as he felt the energy from Hot Rod's overload course through his doorwings. The last thing he heard was Jazz overloading from the combined energy from his and Hot Rod's overloads.
#
Prowl groaned as his systems slowly rebooted. He glanced over at Jazz, who had moved to his right side and was smirking at him; he kissed the other quickly, smiling before he looked over at Hot Rod. "So," he said softly, "are you going to be more careful when it comes to doing things by the book?"
"Depends," Hot Rod said, grinning. "Do I only get this kind of treatment as a punishment if I don't?" He cuddled up to Prowl. "Because, if that's the case, screw doing things by the book."
"You only get this when you do things right. This is your reward for fixing up the store room."
"Oh? Well...I can try then, but I won't make any promises."
Prowl shook his head, glancing over at the chuckling saboteur. "You two are far too incorrigible." He sighed and pulled Jazz a little closer. "You two have duty early tomorrow. Get some rest."
"Gonna need a bigger berth," Jazz muttered as he slowly fell into recharge, curled up against Prowl.
Hot Rod raised an optic ridge as he looked at Jazz but smiled and rested his head against Prowl's chassis.
"We'll talk about this more tomorrow," Prowl whispered to Hot Rod, smiling. He kissed the other's forehead softly, holding the younger mech close.
Hot Rod nodded, slowly drifting into recharge, smiling.
Prowl sighed, shaking his head. He wondered, as he let himself start to drift off, how he was going to manage to handle two illogical, uncontrollable lovers; he didn't have time to dwell on it, though, as he happily slipped into a peaceful recharge.
Author:
manga_queenRating: NC-17
Warnings: Prowl's a complete and total tease. Graphic mech sex. Threesome at the end.
Word Count: 2,061
Prompt: Transformers (G1), Prowl/other: competence - rules and regulations
A/N:
Prowl raised an optic ridge as he looked around the room; when he had left, he had expected to return to everything looking the same way. Unfortunately, whoever was supposed to be organizing the store room had, instead, made a complete and total mess of it. He sighed as he stooped to pick one of the datapads up before he opened his comlink. ::Red Alert, do you know who was put in charge of organizing the store room?::
::Hot Rod, I believe.:: Red Alert's answer was short, giving just the necessary details.
Prowl shook his head. He couldn't understand why Hot Rod had been left in charge when he had specifically asked for someone who knew the rules and regulations well, for someone who was actually competent, to be in charge. ::Hot Rod, report to the store room immediately.:: He sighed as he looked around again; it was going to take a long time to get everything cleaned up.
"You wanted to see me?" Hot Rod asked, entering the store rooms slowly, looking as if he'd just come out of recharge.
"Would you care to explain this mess?" Prowl asked, spinning around and nailing Hot Rod with a disapproving, disappointed look. "This room was supposed to be organized, not have everything just thrown anywhere. Also, these datapads contain valuable information, and they are just laying where anyone could walk in and step on them."
"What makes you so sure I did it?"
"I asked Red Alert who was put in charge of this. He gave me your name. Even if you weren't the one to actually do this, it was your responsibility to make sure the job was done correctly." Prowl folded his arms over his chassis, doorwings twitching in annoyance. "You are going to fix all of this under my supervision." He waited for Hot Rod to start, only to receive a blank stare from the other Autobot. "Now."
"B-But I was recharging! This isn't fair!" Hot Rod looked around the room. "I have patrol duty early tomorrow, and this'll take a long time to get done!"
"It is not my fault that you failed to do a decent job here." Prowl ignored Hot Rod's muttered curses, just watching as the other got to work on picking things up. He stood there, not too close to Hot Rod, but not very far from the younger mech either, making sure that the other paid attention to every small detail of the job.
Hot Rod mumbled to himself as he continued to pick up the fallen object, placing them back where they had been before. He glanced up at the tactician, surprised to the see other so close to him. "You enjoy hovering, don't you?" he asked, sounding extremely annoyed.
"Actually, I'd rather not be here currently," Prowl said, not even looking down at the other. "I've been gone for quite some time, and I would rather be in my room, reading one of my book files or resting. So I would appreciate it if you hurried. You still have to put those datapads in order."
Hot Rod let out an annoyed growl as he finished picking up all of the items scattered across the floor. 'And they wonder why I seem to have a problem with authority.' He sent a glare in the other's direction, looking through the datapads. 'How the slag are these supposed to be ordered?'
Prowl moved closer, intentionally standing right behind Hot Rod; he ran his hands along the other's arm until his hands covered Hot Rod's. He smirked, knowing full well that the touch was affecting Hot Rod. He moved one hand so it pointed to the top of the datapad. "You see that?" he whispered in the other's audio. "That's how important the matter is. More important datapads go in the front. After that-" He moved the hand down to another section. "-that is what the matter is. There's a datapad somewhere among those that tells what order the matters should go in." He moved his hand to yet another section. "Finally, if there are several datapads that have to do with the same matter, you either put them in numerical or alphabetical order."
Hot Rod's hands were trembling as he listened to Prowl speaking; he had never had the tactician that close to him before, and, Primus help him, he was enjoying it. A soft moan escaped his as Prowl's hands moved back over his arms, stopping on his shoulders. He started to organize them, trying to ignore the feel of the Autobot second-in-command's hands moving on his shoulders. He bit his lip as the hands moved from his shoulders to his sides, running up and down slowly; he couldn't stop the moan as the caress continued, the hands brushing over a seam in his armor. "Wha-what are you doing?" he gasped out, looking over his shoulder at Prowl.
"Hmm? I'm supervising. And teaching you how to get all of this work done, so you're competent in this field and not just fighting." Prowl smirked. "Now, you really should get that done. Once you do, you can go get the rest you'll need for your patrol duty."
Hot Rod tightened his grip on the datapad, trying to focus on his task and not the wonderful things the other's hands were doing; unfortunately, he was having a hard time as he set to work, able to hear his own engines purring at the attention, feeling his systems heating up rapidly. He got half way through them before he couldn't concentrate anymore. Without a second thought, he spun around and pulled Prowl closer, practically smashing their lips together.
Prowl wasn't surprised in the least at Hot Rod's actions. In fact, he had expected it to happen sooner. He chuckled into the kiss, letting his hands trail down the other's sides again, grasping the other's hips. He pulled away after a moment, smirking. "You need to get the rest of that done." He pulled away as Hot Rod tried to pull him back, shaking his head. "You don't get anything else until you finish." The tactician moved to the doorway. "I assume you can finish that task without my supervision."
Hot Rod opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't manage to get any words out as he watched the other move towards the door.
"Don't worry. We aren't finished." Prowl glanced over his shoulder at Hot Rod. "Come to my room when you're finished and there'll be a surprise for you. We can also finish what we started here."
Hot Rod just stared as the other left; after a moment, he managed to pull himself out of his daze and went back to work. He moved quickly and efficiently, getting the datapads sorted much faster than he had expected. Once he was sure everything was in order, he rushed out, hurrying to get to the tactician's room. He paused, however, right outside it, hearing noises inside. He frowned as he opened the door, just staring at the sight in front of him.
"Do you like the surprise?" Prowl asked, smiling seductively as he pulled Jazz down closer to himself. When he received no answer, he looked up at Jazz, who was grinning madly.
"Ya might wanna close the door behind ya, Roddy," Jazz said, glancing down at Prowl. "Unless ya'd rather stand there and jus' watch us, as well as let others watch."
Hot Rod shook his head, entering the room the rest of the way, staring at the couple on the bed. "Wha...?" He muttered, looking back and forth, surprised to see Jazz and Prowl together; they were complete opposites, and he couldn't figure out why they'd be sharing a berth. 'He was hitting on me, and we're complete opposites, too. But...if he already has Jazz, why was he after me in the store room?'
"So, ya gonna join us or not?" Jazz slowly leaned down and pulled Prowl into another kiss, making a show of it, making sure Hot Rod could see his glossa teasing Prowl's.
Prowl pulled Jazz down the rest of the way, groping the other's aft, which was stuck up in the air, as if trying to tease Hot Rod. ::Are you coming over here or not? Did you not want me to finish what I started earlier?::
Those words snapped Hot Rod out of it, and he was over by Prowl and Jazz in a matter of seconds. He didn't really know how, but he ended up between Jazz and Prowl, facing the tactician. Before he could even react to anything he was pulling into a fiery kiss. He felt the tactician's hands roaming over his chassis slowly, tracing his Autobot insignia. At the same time, the saboteur's lips slowly moved down his neck, while the other's hands gripped his aft. He let out a small squeak, surprised at the groping.
Prowl chuckled into the kiss, moving one hand to caress Jazz's cheek before he moved it up to one of the other's horns, stroking it. He smirked at the moan he received from the action. ::Enjoying yourselves?::
::Course we are, Prowler. You, however, aren't getting any attention right now. We should show ya how much we 'preciate this.:: Jazz smirked, snaking a hand under Prowl's bumper, stroking it. He kissed Hot Rod's audio. "Go for his doorwings," he whispered softly, making sure Prowl couldn't hear him.
Hot Rod snaked his arms under Prowl's, placing his hands on the tactician's doorwings, slowly stroking them. Pulling out of the kiss, he smirked down at Prowl as the other mewled and arched up, almost all the way off of the berth.
"Found that out on accident. Ya can never sneak up on a Datsun cause of those." Jazz smirked down at Prowl, only to arch against Hot Rod as the second-in-command's grip on his horn tightened. He moved a hands under Hot Rod's armor, gripping at some of the sensitive wiring.
Hot Rod moaned, pressing harder against Prowl's doorwings. He nipped and licked at the tactician's neck, panting as he did. He could feel his systems reaching a critical level and knew that his overload was imminent. He wondered how close the others were considering he could feel the heat coming off of them, too. His optics widened as Prowl's hand that had been on his chassis joined Jazz's under his armor, going straight for one of the joints in his hip. He arched against Prowl with a cry, energy coursing through his systems and into his partners.
Prowl pulled his lovers down closer as he felt the energy from Hot Rod's overload course through his doorwings. The last thing he heard was Jazz overloading from the combined energy from his and Hot Rod's overloads.
#
Prowl groaned as his systems slowly rebooted. He glanced over at Jazz, who had moved to his right side and was smirking at him; he kissed the other quickly, smiling before he looked over at Hot Rod. "So," he said softly, "are you going to be more careful when it comes to doing things by the book?"
"Depends," Hot Rod said, grinning. "Do I only get this kind of treatment as a punishment if I don't?" He cuddled up to Prowl. "Because, if that's the case, screw doing things by the book."
"You only get this when you do things right. This is your reward for fixing up the store room."
"Oh? Well...I can try then, but I won't make any promises."
Prowl shook his head, glancing over at the chuckling saboteur. "You two are far too incorrigible." He sighed and pulled Jazz a little closer. "You two have duty early tomorrow. Get some rest."
"Gonna need a bigger berth," Jazz muttered as he slowly fell into recharge, curled up against Prowl.
Hot Rod raised an optic ridge as he looked at Jazz but smiled and rested his head against Prowl's chassis.
"We'll talk about this more tomorrow," Prowl whispered to Hot Rod, smiling. He kissed the other's forehead softly, holding the younger mech close.
Hot Rod nodded, slowly drifting into recharge, smiling.
Prowl sighed, shaking his head. He wondered, as he let himself start to drift off, how he was going to manage to handle two illogical, uncontrollable lovers; he didn't have time to dwell on it, though, as he happily slipped into a peaceful recharge.
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Date: 2008-06-16 08:41 pm (UTC)I need a Prowl icon.
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Date: 2008-06-17 04:30 am (UTC)Prowl icons are good to have. ^^