Title: Drabbles, One Shots; and Prompt Fills, Oh My!

Author: PinkCookie11.

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Author's note: this is a follow up to the last chapter as anonymous wished to read what poor old Sides thought of it all. Hope you all enjoy!

Oh and just to clear things up, when I write 'anonymous', I don't mean that's their name, they simply wish to remain ... well anonymous.

HapticIronman, Thank you so much for the review, there pretty scarce these days. I can certainly write that for you. I'll post it after ChaChaGirl's chapter.

ChaChaGirl, your chapter's next.

Bit of a warning, this chapter is heavy in the implied ... stuff department. Nothing too descriptive, but with a little imagination...

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For: anonymous. Characters: Prowl/Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, others. Prompt: Sideswipe goes for a nightly wander ... result, orgy.

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Sideswipe slowly sauntered along the corridor, whistling in boredom. Or, trying to whistle at any rate. Somehow it didn't quite sound the same as when Sam, Will or Epps did it.

The red Lambo gradually came to this conclusion and regretfully cut the whistling out.

He went to shove his hands in his pockets, remembered Cybertronians had no pockets; and gave a frustrated sigh of ... if he was being completely honest ... loneliness. For an army base, Diego Garcia could get pretty quiet and lonely at night.

Glancing up at one of Red Alert's cameras, the red Lamborghini suppressed a second gloomy sigh. There wasn't even anyone around to prank. Red Alert currently being in med-bay, or so he had been tolled; and Prowl being...

The front-liner quickly shook his helm to clear it of the somewhat disturbing images suddenly crowding it. He would rather not dwell on what his commanding officer was momentarily occupying his free hours with. With none other than Sideswipe's own twin.

A soft scrape of mettle on mettle and the sound of hushed voices caught the moping Lamborghini's attention. So, some bot was about after all. By the sounds of it, possibly even more than one.

Creeping silently towards where the noise was coming from, the red twin cautiously poked his helm around the corner into an adjacent hallway.

... And instantly regretted it.

Sure, he had known for a few weeks now that Jazz and Bluestreak were an item, as the humans would say, but to actually physically see, with his own optics, Bluestreak, whom he often considered a younger brother, pinning Jazz, the third in command, head of special ops and another one of his closest friends, up against the wall and ... doing ... things ... to him...

Well, Sideswipe would later declare that it was a sight that he could have lived a full and happy life without ever having seen.

Jazz's visor brightened as he glimpsed the red warrior skulking in the shadows. Giving a mischievous grin, that simultaneously managed to be possessive, the TIC simply tightened his arms and legs around the sniper that held him.

Sideswipe decided that retreat was in order; and hastily back-peddled around the corner he had emerged from behind.

Unfortunately for him, Jazz and Bluestreak weren't the only couple he stumbled on that long, traumatising night.

From Bumblebee and Wheeljack in the labs, who knew? To Ironhide and Ratchet in the med-bay, what! Oldies participate in those sorts of ... activities? To Hound and Mirage in the rec-room, why did they always have to choose the most public places to do ... that? Poor Sideswipe firmly believed that he had witnessed it all. Even the humans seemed to be going at it like turbo-rabbits.

The entire base had turned into an orgy!

Sideswipe dashed into Prime's office and slammed the door. Venting in relief, the red twin pressed his fore helm against the door. Having just walked in on Optimus and Red Alert in the war room not three minutes ago, Sideswipe knew for certain that the Prime was not in his office.

So dread took a vice like hold of his spark when he heard a low moan come from behind him. Slowly turning around, the Lamborghini found himself facing the one couple he had not yet come across.

"AAAHHH!"

Prowl lay flat on his back on Prime's desk, door-wings spread out beneath him; and legs hanging off the edge. Sunstreaker stood between the SIC's legs and was carefully leaning over his Praxian lover. Both mechs were engaged in a passionate kiss; and their hands were far from being idol.

"Sunny," Prowl wined when the two parted, intakes panting.

Sunstreaker gave a soft chuckle and leaned forward to kiss him again. Neither seemed to register Sideswipe's presence in the room.

Sideswipe watched in a state of horrified fascination, as Sunstreaker dipped his glossa into Prowl's mouth. Surely they weren't about to do what it looked like they were about to do.

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Before the vision could proceed beyond the 'touchy feely' stage, a soft object bounced off the side of his helm, causing him to jolt upright on his berth and stare around his own and Sunstreaker's darkened quarters wildly.

"Would you quit that slagging whimpering!" His twin hissed at him from across the room.

Sideswipe turned to gaze at his brother. Sunstreaker lay on his own berth, gently cradling a peacefully recharging Prowl close to his softly gleaming chest-plates: and giving Sideswipe a fierce glare over the limp officer's lightly fluttering door-wings.

"You're gonna wake him up and he doesn't get enough recharge as it is."

Sideswipe wordlessly lay back down and once more shuttered his optics. Had it all just been a high-grade induced nightmare then? No. It had been too vivid. Almost like a...

A memory!

Sideswipe shot back up and simply goggled at his twin in stunned denial.

"Y-y-y-you... you fragged on Prime's desk! In Prime's office!" The red twin positively shrieked. "On Prime's desk!" He added just for good measure.

Prowl jumped violently in Sunstreaker's arms, as Sideswipe's extremely high-pitched cry rudely jerked him awake.

Sunstreaker flung his brother a look that promised pain later on, before returning his attention to reassure the somewhat disorientated mech beside him.

"Prime's desk, in Prime's office, 'Prime's' desk: in 'Prime's' office..." Sideswipe continued, now almost chanting his new mantra.

"... Whaaa?" Prowl mumbled muzzily, shuttering and unshuttering his optics in an attempt to regain his bearings. "... O'cour' Prim des' 'n offi'..."

A/N: translation. "What? Of course Prime's desk is in his office."

Sunstreaker briefly grinned at Prowl's response. He for one, thought it was rather cute when the SIC talked whilst drifting into, or coming out of recharge. Even if no one else did, including Prowl himself.

"... Prime's desk, in 'Prime's' office ..." Sideswipe seemed oblivious of his surroundings. "... Prime's office, 'Prime's' office. Prime's ..."

Prowl, having finally become coherent, peered up at Sunstreaker, an expression of mild concern lurking in his tired blue optics.

"Is there something wrong with your brother?"

Sunstreaker gave an ungainly snort as he curled back up around the officer, hands coming to affectionately caress Prowl's tantalisingly moving door-wings.

"We already know that there's something wrong with him, we just don't know what it is."

"Prowl!" Sideswipe randomly shouted, waiting until he had the black and white's attention before continuing. "You're supposed to be the law-abiding aft kisser ... s-so how cum y-you ..." The red twin made a vague, almost helpless gesture with his hands.

The tactician stared blankly at him for a handful of moments, as if he was assessing the situation. Then, without warning, Prowl twisted around to bury his face in Sunstreaker's side. Hiding out of shear humiliation and shame, Sideswipe had no doubt.

Sunstreaker on the other hand, merely grinned unrepentantly and nestled back underneath his blanket, almost absentmindedly smoothing a hand over Prowl's white helm as he did so.

"Y-you e-enjoyed it-t." Sideswipe accused shakily, scrubbing a hand over his face plates, as if he was rubbing away the spark memory forced upon him.

Sunstreaker shrugged nonchalantly.

"What can I say? I was there, Prowl was there, the desk was there, the urge was there; and most importantly, Prime wasn't there. Everybody wins."

"But 'I' wasn't there!"

"Well, everybody except you wins."

Prowl made a choked noise, drawing Sideswipe's attention down to the quivering mech.

What, was he crying from embarrassment?

The red twin supposed he would be too.

"Ah, you should've been there, Sides. It really was something." Sunstreaker fondly reminisced, optics going all dreamy. "It was like-"

Sideswipe suddenly leapt off his berth and practically flung himself from the room.

Only once he was safely out of earshot, did Prowl venture to lift his helm from Sunstreaker's plating, revealing that he had been laughing.

"Really, Sunny? A spark dream?"

The golden twin echoed the smaller mech's amused chuckle.

"Twin bond's gotta be good for something. And it worked, didn't it? We've got the room to ourselves now; and by the looks of it, we'll have it all night."

"But ... did it have to be that memory?"

"Was pretty much the only one that would work." Sunstreaker replied, tugging Prowl closer and planting a kiss on his lips.

Prowl couldn't resist mirroring the yellow Lambo's roguish grin, humming into the kiss with clear approval.

"You present a persuasive argument." He vented between heated kisses. "Can you make use of this particular talent of yours more often?"

"Mmmhmm, as often as we need to." Was Sunstreaker's almost incoherent response.

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Author's note: I don't like this chapter. It didn't turn out the way I wanted it to, but after writing it out three times, I thought, what the hell; and posted it anyway.

I hope you guys liked it more than I did. Please, let me know what you think and keep the requests coming.

Please R and R guys.

'Cookie'