Primus woke me up mid-nap to write this. I have never hated him so much. Enjoy.

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Jazz stroked Prowl's limp body that was still warm to the touch. The beautiful face was tucked into the nape of the elite ninja's neck with a look of pure ecstasy still etched into the dark features. Jazz breathed deeply as he ran his hands down the slim chassis. The dark ninja had been sleeping when Jazz had swooped in and claimed him. Somewhere along the line they ended up on the floor, Jazz still wasn't sure when THAT had happed. The long slim legs of the motorcycle where still trapped under him, but they were now circled by Jazz's white ones. And the back that had been so straight before was now draped over the white chest. The elite guard's engine purred happily as his hands trailed down as far as they could reach. Snowy fingertips brushed lightly against Prowl's unprotected waist. The smaller ninja shivered but didn't wake from his mini coma. Jazz smiled and slowly traced his hands up, mapping every detail as his sensitive finger tips feed him more information about his lover. He spent some extra time playing with the oh so tempting arrow around Prowl's middle.

"You're so beautiful." Jazz whispered.

White fingers trailed up Prowl's sides caressing the seams in the armor before stroking the black and gold front armor. The red Autobot insignia on Prowl's front was warmer than the rest of his little ninja's body and Jazz couldn't help but smile. He was quite intimately familiar with his part of his lover. The white ninja rubbed a little harder on the hidden panel to see if he could incite a reaction.

"Mmmmmmm…" Prowl moaned softly.

"Feel good?" Jazz teased.

"You feel amazing…" Prowl mumbled.

Jazz nuzzled Prowl's sleepy face as his hands moved farther up to pet the most robust part of Prowl's armor. Prowl's tan hands lightly rested at Jazz's bent elbows and his own engine purred in time with the strokes.

"Mind if I get under your plating?" Jazz hummed.

Prowl groaned a little as his front armor spilt apart allowing full access to all of his venerable inner circuits. Jazz's hands slipped inside to fondle the delicate parts within. He traced a finger along the rumbling engine and felt the pistons pumping. His other hand traced along the outer casing of Prowl's spark chamber. He hesitated a little when his fingers encountered some roughness in the smooth metal. It felt like it had been eroded by some kind of acid.

"My poor baby." Jazz purred, tentatively rubbing the corroded metal. "Did it hurt?"

"At the time… it feels wonderful now."

Prowl turned his face to look up and Jazz from his place on the white shoulder.

"You're always so good to me." Prowl said as Jazz's fingers delved deeper into the inner workings of him. "I wish I could do the same for you."

"You do a lot more for me then you think." Jazz grinned. "You're open and honest with me. You have no idea how much that along means."

White fingers traced along Prowl's spark chamber almost thoughtfully.

"I have to deal with lies and deceit every day. I have to read between the lines and see the meaning within meanings, that it's just such a relief that you're yourself around me. I just want to show you how much you mean to me."

Jazz slid one hand down between Prowl's long slender legs. The cycleformer gasped and arched at both the touch on his inners and the one between his legs. The elite ninja kissed the delicate neck with a smile.

"Sorry to interrupt your nap babe but I gotta touch ya."