Cycling Chaos

Plot Bunny taken from TF Bunny Farm:

I know that there've been various bunnies and theories regarding seekers going through some manner of mating cycle and implying that other Cybertronians don't. Let's just say that's not the fact, each of the various build-types go through a mating/breeding cycle, but in normal circumstances the various cycles don't coincide at all (i.e. seekers going through it one span of time, tanks going through it after the seeker-cycle ends, trucks following that one, minis following that, etc.).Therefore it's just considered good manners to not discuss mating or breeding habits of other frame builds or your own when in mixed , considering that the Earth-bound Autobots and Decepticons were in stasis for several million years, circumstances are far from normal. Meaning that all the cycles are thrown off and the planetary conditions are just dissimilar enough from Cybertron to kick the mechs of both factions into their cycles either early or late, and causing overlap between the different builds.

Warning: mech on mech

Chapter one

Restless

He shifted restlessly in his seat once again.

Despite his almost constant moving and squirming to get comfortable in his chair, he was thankful the mech sitting across from him, working diligently on reports, took no notice. He didn't like the thought of having to lie to his friend should he be questioned on his restlessness. But the real explanation would have been embarrassing to explain.

He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck to try and help ease tension that had gathered there.

There was something very very very wrong with him.

Maybe he needed to see Ratchet.

Get his processor looked at….because there was no reason for the mech sitting across from him to go from being a good, tried and true friend for so many vorns, to suddenly being one of the most attractive mechs he'd ever laid optics on.

It wasn't suppose to work like this. Something was wrong.

Movement from the other mech caught his optic and drew his gaze over his own data pad so he could watch the physical manifestation of grace, that was his friend, once again.

Such simple movements.

Each one filled with a fluid grace that left his mind blissfully blank.

He watched that perfectly sculpted hand set the data pad on the desk. His fingers, those graceful arcs, curled to hold the stylus and his hand moved fluidly as he began writing various notes along side the report he worked on.

Setting the stylus down, he watched that hand reached for the cube of energon, the hand opened, fingers uncurled, as though beckoning to a lover. He picked the cube up and brought it to his lips as he used his other hand to continue scrolling through the report. Fingers caressing the data pad in a way that conjured up images of those fingers caressing him like that, arousing him, causing heat to build and pool in him.

And now...now he was going to drink from that cube of energon. There should have been nothing arousing about it but he could only stare, helplessly. Watching him take a drink was like watching him kiss.

Those perfect lips softly touched the cube and his world narrowed to nothing more than the sight in front of him. That hand tilted the cube and energon rushed to meet those perfect lips, he would have done the same if so invited.

The slight tilt of his helm as he parted those delicious lips, opening his mouth, allowing the energon entry. Entry he had not been so beautifully invited to.

And as the cube pulled away, where energon had touched his lips, there was left a coating. Aa bright sheen. Unable to help himself, his glossa flicked out to lick his own lips in the same manner he would like to lick the others.

Heat jolted through him and the dull ache of want nearly made him tremble.

When that cube of energon moved toward those lips again he knew he couldn't stay.

He'd do something rash, something stupid. Something that could permanently damage a friendship he held very dear.

He stood abruptly, drawing his friends attention to him. A frown playing over that oh so wonderful mouth, which he tried to ignore as he quickly gathered his work.

"Prowl? What're ya doin'? Where ya goin'?"

Prowl tried to contain the shiver that passed through him at the sound of that voice.

To think at one time he had thought Jazz's accent and improper language skills to be annoying. Why couldn't he think that now?

Prowl shook his head, refusing to look at Jazz, "I need to see Ratchet." Data pads filling his hands, he moved to walk past Jazz.

"What? Are ya ok? Do ya need any help or anythin'?"

He saw the slight movement of Jazz's hand, as though Jazz was about to reach out to help him, and panic rushed Prowl's processor.

Oh dear Primus, do NOT let him touch me! I have little control over myself as it is!

Again Prowl shook his head as he side stepped Jazz, speeding up his departure, "No, Thank you. Its just a…just a processor ache."

Prowl winced internally at his lie.

"But -"

"I'll be fine. Thank you…"

Prowl quickly stepped out and the door slid shut behind him.

He leaned against the cool smooth surface for a moment, breathing a sigh, before pushing away from the door and walked quickly to his quarters.

Once locked safely inside, away from the rest of the Ark, he tossed the data pads in his hands carelessly onto his berth and continued through his quarters to his private wash rack.

He turned on the water solvent mix full force, he didn't bother to adjust the temperature, ever thankful of the cold mixture as it slowly subdued the heat that had been building in him.

Shutting off his optics, he groaned and leaned his helm against the wall.

It was the third time this week alone he'd ended up in this exact same spot. He couldn't take much more of this.

He'd either go crazy or start crashing.

Maybe he really should see Ratchet…..

Jazz sat in the empty rec room, slouching in his seat, staring blankly at the cube of untouched high grade on the table before him.

There was no happy saboteur tonight. Jazz wasn't even sure he could muster a fake grin for anyone who happened to see him….not tonight.

He had screwed up.

He wasn't sure when or how but he knew he had none the less.

He kept going over and over their interactions this last week and he couldn't pinpoint the time he screwed up but Prowl's actions toward him let him know without a doubt, he had.

Prowl was talking to him less and less then he started making up excuses to quickly leave whatever room he was in as soon as Jazz made an appearance, and now...this.

This was the damning evidence of his screw up.

Prowl had lied to him.

He couldn't think of a instance in all the time they have known each other where Prowl had lied to him. There were times Prowl couldn't tell him all the information but he didn't lie.

After his shift was done, unable to keep Prowl from his thoughts, he had paid a visit to the MedBay. Wanting to drop in and see Prowl, "checking up" on him was the perfect excuse to spend more time with him because, Primus help him, he couldn't get enough of Prowl.

He craved Prowl's presence like nothing else, it didn't matter if they just sat in silence by one another, so long as Prowl was near him.

He walked through the MedBay doors to see Ratchet look up from his med reports.

"Jazz, what can I do for you?"

He strolled over to a med berth and leaned against it, looking around the MedBay,

"Oh, I'm fine, Ratch'. I was just stoppin' by ta see how Prowler was feelin'."

Ratchet gave a frown then quirked a brow at him,

"Prowl's not here."

"Oh, did ya send 'em back ta his quarters already?"

Ratchet shook his head,

"No….Prowl hasn't been in here today."

They stared at each other, Ratchet confused, Jazz shocked.

Ratchet's optics and expression suddenly hardened,

"Why? Is something wrong with him? Is Prowl avoiding MedBay again? Because if he's pulling that slag-"

Jazz quickly shook his head and held up his hands in a placating manner,

"No, no, no! I….I just….thought he said somethin' about comin' down here…"

Ratchet's optics narrowed as he looked at Jazz.

"I….." Jazz forced a laugh, "Hehe, ya know me, Ratch', I had my music on an' I was kinda only listenin' ta him with half a' audio."

He quickly began to back out of the MedBay, all the while Ratchet looked at him with suspicion,

"Hehe….so I'm sure I just wasn't hearin' 'em right."

"Jazz-"

"See ya!"

Jazz heaved another big sigh, gloomy mood settling on him like a blanket.

If only he could pin point what had given him away, he could feed Prowl some believable explanation that would smooth over this whole situation and set things back on the path they had been.

Sighing once more, Jazz slouch back and down in his seat.

Until then he'd just have to make sure he was nothing but super friendly to Prowl, paling around with him like they had done for vorns. He would tread lightly and make sure he hid any and all signs of his desires.

It would do no good to further offend or disgust Prowl by letting it slip or show he would like nothing better than to get the doorwinged mech alone in a room and 'face the living daylights out of him.

Jazz leaned his helm back against the seat and stared at the ceiling.

Primus, this was messed up.

He was in love with his best friend, a PRAXI'N! It didn't make any fragging sense!

Jazz hauled himself out of his seat, grabbed the cube of high grade he had failed to touch and tossed it in the waste receptacle as he left the commons area.

Bringing up a hand to rub the back of his neck, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe he should go see Ratchet about this...

***Authors Notes***
GAH! The plot bunnies won't leave me be! I keep beating them down but, man, those little buggers are strong!This is one that sat in my folder for a long while and the bunny recently bit...hard! Its a fun fic. Wonder who will break first...Anyway, I like the concept of this bunny and I'm just going to do JxP with it. However if theres anyone who wants to take this and write their own, there are sooo many pairings you could have fun with, please do! I'd love to see what people come up with. :) I was planning on this only being 2 but it may grow... Reviewing is always enjoyed! Thanks!