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100 Transformers Couples Drabbles 13 - Prowl x Constructicons

Well clearly this is IDW and this is them getting close to Prowl after everything's calmed down and doing their best to woo him. I get the feeling that Prowl isn't used to having others giving him gifts he actually likes and being respectful of times he's more comfortable... so let's see how it works out... oh and I can't remember in Bumblebee is dead at this point or what so please forgive me, I've got the collection up in my room somewhere but drabbles don't need to be accurate.

"It's Bonecrusher, five minutes early and sitting patiently outside as if in meditation or something. Its not just me but... this is slightly weird, right?" Starscream and Bumblebee were looking out across the hall to where Rattrap had opened the door and let Bonecrusher in. He had said he knew he was five minutes early and would wait quietly, but that was always unsettling. Starscream was certainly not used to any of the Constructicons being so... obedient... at least not to him and considering what had happened with their minds, he would have thought they all hated each other at this point. But the past week since everything had settled, they'd come every day, five minutes before Prowl would clock out and wait for him. Then they would walk with him in total silence as if they were his bodyguard and Starscream gave a scowl. "I'm almost jealous."

"What... you want a whole combiner team as your boyfriend? Boy... they used to joke you were a... never mind." Bumblebee began, about to call him something rather rude but he found himself thinking against it by Starscream's scowl. All the same, they both were looking towards the other bot in fascination as Prowl did not even try to notice it at all. He was busy finishing up his files and re-reading, ensuring there was nothing extra to be done and that all his remaining duties were achieved. Prowl called it efficient, the rest of them called it anally retentive and they grimaced as they watched Prowl check the time and then sit and wait. "He could just leave if he's finished for the day..."

Prowl sat there, watching the hand tick down from the clock, finding the scene rather relaxing and calming as he counted along with the ticks. It was almost like some soothing familiarity, the sound of having time spare to take account of it, he hadn't expected to have something as pleasant as this amount of time. But just as he released a steady vent of relief, he noticed the time had finished and so gently, he straightened up and gently pushed the chair back behind the desk, checked it was still clean and then marched into the hall.

"See you later Prowl!" Rattrap called to him, but Prowl just nodded his head before walking off with Bonecrusher standing up and walking into pace beside him. Carefully, Prowl marched out of the building with Bonecrusher moving perfectly with him and as he stepped out of the building, they were joined by Scavenger. As they continued onwards, Prowl found himself flanked by them and once they got out of the main plaza, Long Haul arrived to stand behind and keep Prowl protected. Together group walked onwards towards the new home Prowl had ended up feeling very awkward over because Scrapper had designed it and the Constructicons had built it, to scale, cost and perfection in a spot that Prowl had thought suitable and been able to gain planning permission from. Every time he walked to it, his body felt flushed because there were a lot of bots that might want to kick him right now but, the Cosntructicons alone seemed to want to treat him as something precious and wonderful.

It really was strange....

Prowl stepped into the door only to find Scavenger, Mixmaster and Hook sitting upon the sofa with an energon tea prepared a nice card that they had all written in and a small box gift. Prowl had to pause for a moment, blinking at them to see that they were sitting so patiently and calmly, not trying to fuss or jump up and scream and there were no decorations either. This was something he preferred and yet he was also a little curious as to what was happening as Long Haul then stepped past him to the wash rack, turning it on and adjusting the temperature. Bonecrusher then made sure to check that the sponge for washing was clean and dry and then that there was the correct amount of soap squeezed onto it before he and Long Haul stepped back. Prowl went to go and have his shower whilst his seven companions then went to make sure the chair was in the correct position, there was not a speck of dust in the house and that anything left to do or arrange was already sorted.

Prowl scrubbed and took his traditional amount of time to wash, stepping out and finding that Mixmaster was there with the drier and applied it at the right temperature, blasted it in the right places to dry him and then went to ensue the wash rack was clean and the water down the drain. Then Prowl found himself being offered a wax, not a fancy expensive wax, but one that suited him and a gently buffer. As he scrubbed himself he felt Hook standing behind him and gently waxing his doors that could be awkward to reach and making sure they were at the same level of shine as the rest of him. Prowl then stepped into the living room and settled down as he was offered the tea by Scrapper and then took it in a slow drain before then settling. He felt relaxed and ready, so he turned to Scrapper who gently brought the gift over and then cleared his pipes.

"We're aware you do not want a fuss, but it's been exactly a lunar cycle since our settlement into this relationship and we believed to note the occasion with a gift we have all collaborated and agreed to that will be useful to you, Prowl." Scrapper stated, the green and purple bots practically swooning at the thought of Prowl opening it. Prowl was not too sure how to respond to this, particularly because he was not used to this kind of thing and usually did not go well with surprises. He also was not one of the best regarding gifts, he could be blunt and tactless and well, it usually did not go down well and though he was appreciating that he was so content when things were sorted and could experience 'down time' when they were with him and it seemed the same for them, he was worried. What if he did not respond to the gift well?

"Thank you, I don't generally mark such occasions, but certainly this past lunar cycle would not have been so... productive for me without you all here to help me learn to relax and... rely on others. Its something new, I feel pampered and... it's still a little new." Prowl stated, worried he was going to upset them as he gently opened the box and then got a surprise. He gently took out a smaller box with each drawer containing a name and a note on the top of the box saying 'Likes & Dislikes', which made Prowl blink. He was surprised as he gently slipped the drawer stating Scrapper and found himself reading things Scrapper liked... not just simple things like a tidy work area but also nicknames and things he likes to do for a partner. Then there were the things he did not like, a simple an logical list that could be added to and checked up. Prowl could see they left a drawer for him and he felt himself feeling small, giddy and strangely relieved as Scavenger then gave a soft chuckle.

"We thought, you like to have information and what best then a simple box you can go to when needed and we can too. We thought, it would be useful for you." Scavenger stated, looking to his companions who all nodded their heads obediently. They all felt that having such information would give Prowl a sense of control but also something he could refer to, he could not make a mistake with this and that meant Prowl could be even freer around them... which was always the curious paradox of Prowl they had come to know. He liked things in black and white and so did they, their world was mathematical and though abstract in art they needed trust and straightforward logic to combine and do the work they could do. They hoped it would be useful and Prowl found himself almost wanting to cry as he turned to look at them with a soft vent.

"I... I am very grateful... I am very grateful for all of your kindness to me." Prowl stated, not sure anyone else could quite comprehend how important this was to him. To know the things that hurt and the thinks that enamoured a being, it was something very important, very powerful and yet more than anything it meant they were giving him the possibility to thank them, to appreciate them where he often found it hard to appreciate anyone else. It was the sort of gift he would give, would think was useful... it was wonderful to him and he looked to them as they all nodded their heads gently and then seemed to relax into their seats as Prowl then began to fill out his part.

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So this one was a little difficult; mainly because the connection the Constructicons make with Prowl could be seen as the 'great minds think alike' but also a connection between people with applied OCD in their lifestyle and manners - not that I'd say all the Constructicons do. But I just thought to make it so that they were more aware of Prowl's desire need to control and thus sort of pamper but sort of just keep everything on an even keel, stopping him from having a loss of control.

Maybe that only makes sense to me so I understand if it's not very interesting to you or loses it with the gift. But all the same, it was interesting to give a go.

Edit - Whoops forgot to post it yesterday

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100 Transformers Couple Drabbles - 1 - Knock Out x Breakdown

Okay so this one sort of took ages to do and I'm not particularly proud of it but I hope you find it interesting all the same and maybe a little cute. You can see I was a little all over the place trying to sort it all out.

“Bathing Day and to our great luck… we’ve found a curious human invention that can handle both of us together… been a while since we’ve found something large enough for both of us to scrub up in. Of course it’s not going to do as efficient a job on me as you but… I’m a sucker for hot wax.” Knock Out and Breakdown had been so coated in mud from a recent incident trying to secure energon that they’d been warped into the Nemesis, handed over the energon and then been informed to go and scrub up because no one wanted their muck on the Nemesis… Starscream saying a few derogatory things but being given a green light to bathe had meant Knock Out had held Breakdown back. “What’s that face for darling… won’t it be nice in the foam together?”

“Yeah but… Starscream said a lot of things that were not cool… I mean… I know he’s got some… issues because of Megatron but… what’s wrong with your more delicate air? I always liked the fact I could take hold of your perfect hand, kiss your knuckle joints and watch you swoon…” Breakdown was not sure how he wanted to react around Starscream, since Megatron was still away that goon had been taking control and causing a lot of trouble. Breakdown had heard the minions talking about the rough treatment and the way Starscream did not check in, even with Soundwave, but he knew not to say anything. Knock out was the only Decepticon medic in this part of space and so he was less likely to get wiped off the map, but it didn’t mean Starscream could look down on them so much.

“Oh darling… you make me want to swoon now… so romantic…” Knock Out teased, his white face plates flushing with colour as he brought a hand to his face and then held his hand out delicately. Breakdown gave a soft snort, loving the way Knock Out got all vulnerable and cute around him, taking his hand and then gently turning him into a spin. It would have been very romantic, had they not both coated each other in mud again, making them both snort as Knock Out had giggled. He then wrapped his servos around his mate’s huge limb and steered him into the abandoned garage with its sophisticated truck wash machine they’d gotten going again and tapped at his mate’s shoulder. “You spoil me darling… can I be the one to get the mud from under all your flaps? I’ve always been good at getting in those tight crevices…”

“Heh… you getting flirty and we’re not even scrubbing up yet babe…” Breakdown snorted as he let himself be guided to the rolling ramp where there was a shower of hot soapy water and some sponges. Breakdown was glad they could both stand inside without getting crushed, but he could see the big buffers and sponges dropping down and rolling ahead and he was a it cautious. He wrapped his big arms about Knock Out’s frame to protect him a little as they stood under the shower and were being soaked in something pleasant, both of them humming thoughtfully. “Heh… I don’t want you getting scratched up by this equipment…”

“I’ll be fine… but let’s use the shower now, I’ve found a new soft brush we can use…” Knock Out hummed happily and Breakdown found himself blinking in surprise as he saw the item being waved around. Generally Knock Out hated doing the job scrubbing around the flaps and Breakdown’s belly cabling because he could shockingly sensitive and start giggling or suddenly thrash out, he’d knocked a denta out of his mate once in one such moment. But Knock Out then hooked up a bottle of some degreasing agent and then slapped it into his hands with a soft vent as he approached. “…alright, I’m going to massage the degreaser in… then we can go in the shower… we won’t use the brush unless we’re in it… that better?”

“Uh Babe… normally its me pampering you and getting all feely with you but… lately I’ve been getting the feeling you’re kinda worried about me?” Breakdown pondered, he had been thinking about it since they’d arrived on Earth and intercepted the name of Bulkhead amongst identified Autobots on the planet. As he let Knock Out coat him in the degreaser and really get those long sharp digits in all the deep places, Breakdown remained looking thoughtfully towards his partner. Whenever Knock Out buried himself in activity rather than in flirtations or saying cheeky things, it meant he was worried and so Breakdown gave a soft vent. “You’re worrying about my reaction to Bulkhead, right?”

“Uh…” Knock Out froze, pinching his dermas together for a moment and then straightening up. He couldn’t hide his worried actions from Breakdown, never could really but he could see those big yellow eyes looking down at him warmly. Knock Out could not help it, he knew that the situation with Bulkhead ran deep and had been part of a lot of the changes in Breakdown’s life and Knock Out was sure it was involved in his traumas too. He stretched his delicate hands out to hold onto Breakdown’s huge hands as he gave a soft vent and looked up at him with a slight pout. “Darling… Bulkhead was the reason you asked for such an extreme change in bodywork that I swore off ever doing it again. I know the rivalry between you both runs so deep… I’m just… I worry about you. About you seeing a chance to go after him and leaving without me…”

“Knocks… I know I can be a little one-track minded when it comes to Bulk but… I’m not as brash a bot as I used to be. Besides, this is a whole new planet we know little about and there’s things to consider that we’ve never even seen before. Seriously, shouldn’t we be talking about how much fun you’re having with this new alt-mode? I mean… you’re slower than you used to be on Velocitron but…” Breakdown was used to being fussed by Knock Out, he always seemed to feel like he needed to do so in order to equate for Breakdown’s fussing and cleaning, so it was nice to turn the tables. Knock Out gave a soft ‘pfft’ swatting his long claws and making a motion like he really was not bothered by any of this. However, Breakdown found a sponge and brought it to the curious points on Knock Out’s shoulders and gave a low growling sound of pleasure. “I like this look… with the steel radials… its very hot…”

“Uh… but… I was worried they might make me look a little… uh… you think its… hot?” Knock Out turned aside, looking coy and cute whilst also looking to his claws. He brought them to his mouth, almost squeaking the last word with a claw between his denta as he flicked his optics towards his mate. Breakdown gave a sound that was another growling noise before he gently sponged around the back of Knock Out’s neck cables, causing him to give a sudden gasp before Breakdown’s big form sat about him and held him gently. He nuzzled against his audios to make Knock Out give a groan. “Oh… darling…”

“We might have to take our time scrubbing…” Breakdown rumbled softly as he then brought one big hand to gently grasp at Knock Out’s aft. He then brought the other hand to the chassis, grouping around one of the headlights as Knock Out gave a desperate moan. It was always so thrilling when his partner was in this sort of mood as Breakdown nuzzled into the neck cabling and then gave a gently pinch with his dermas that made Knock Out quiver. “…I think we’re gonna be leaving scuff marks on your bumper.”

“But… in public… in a truck wash facility!” Knock Out gasped, turning around in his mate’s grip to gently lean up against his mate’s massive chassis. He gently grasped the huge block and with Breakdown hooking an arm under his aft to hoist him upwards so they could come face to face. Breakdown was surprised that his mate seemed stunned by this, especially when he thought he was being a little kinky, but suddenly his cheeks were stroked teasingly with those dangers claws, curving down the edges of his face plates before his lips were kissed very softly and Knock Out’s optics fluttered seductively. “We haven’t done that since the first time we took this big frame for a test drive…”

“Heh… you remember that… well… you made it, you were the only one getting permission to ride it…” Breakdown rumbled, making Knock Out give a softer almost tightened giggle as he seemed to make it clear he was remembering and embarrassed by his former bravado. Breakdown smirked; he still remembered Knock Out’s resignation about changing his frame from a beautiful speedy demon to this powerhouse… but he’d made it clear his spark hadn’t changed. He gave another soft snort as he kissed Knock Out back. “Come on babe… it’s time to tune your engine…”

“Oh… oh Breakdown.” Knock Out giggled, letting his mate carry him into the spray.

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100 Transformers Couples 2 - Orion Pax x Senator Shockwave (IDW)

Heh... I enjoy this pairing a lot and even ended up getting the Senator Shockwave figure because my friend got sent the wrong ones during that whole case of chaos was it 2023 or 2024 now, time flies. But certainly I thought to dip my foot into this because I had an idea for it but I don't know if I'm characterising them well so know this is my first time drabbling with them.

If you want to see who else I will drabble with or you want to suggest an option, please check out the original post

“Well, I was not expecting a moonlight rendezvous for sharing information, although I must admit the view is spectacular. Are you sure its in your pay grade, Orion?” Senator Shockwave had majestically stepped to the building, taken the elevator to the ‘Moonlight Suite’ and been rather startled to step into the penthouse of the hotel to see its curious crystal-like walls and ceilings where the sight of Lunar Two and the various stars were visible. The slight dark tint to the glass told him no one could look in at them, but it was not the sort of place one came just to talk business… well, not the sort of business Shockwave had expected.

“Do you like it?” Orion Pax was in security and though he was a forthright bot with strong morals and was one of the few Shockwave had met that were incorruptible, he was neither subtle nor Shockwave had expected, romantic. Orion had been thinking about it for a while, they met up regularly and Roller had questioned it a few times and well, Orion was one of the many who not only admired the beauty and elegance of Shockwave’s face and features that seemed to glow brighter under the moonlight, but his spark’s pure words and truth. Shockwave was the epitome of radiance and in a world that was starting to darken with backhanded deals and uprising, his brightness seemed to glow and Orion was… he wanted to make it obvious how much he was enjoying the company. “I was right to think under the crystal and moonlight, you’d almost make the moon jealous.”

“Heh… that’s a little surprising… I hadn’t pegged you for a poetic sort… maybe you’ve been reading some.” Shockwave chuckled softly, his tone light and gentile, noble and perhaps there was that lilt that seemed to almost patronise, but the way his hand came up and he closed his optics to chuckle made Orion shudder. He had never felt this drawn to someone, he could come up with so many different variants to the celestial manner of the Senator, but that was not something he was comfortable with. Still, as Shockwave strolled to his side and noticed the rather pricey vintage at the little bar set up in the suite he settled to the stool and gently tapped Orion’s shoulder. “Alright… I assume you wanted my expertise on this beverage… although the fact it’s from the year Soundwave expelled himself, could it be a bad omen?”

“You were under his tutelage?” Orion questioned, he had been rather surprised to hear that but Shockwave tutted with a cute, whimsical smile before then wagging a finger. He then brought a hand to his cheek plates, venting loudly and leaning into his knuckle as he thought it over. He hadn’t thought about that time in a very long time… but Orion gladly took the glasses and poured into them as Shockwave gave a soft pinch of his lips and vented softly.

“I supposed it would be apt to suggest I was his junior but… Soundwave was someone that encouraged my career to push, I couldn’t dare to fall silent when there was so much to say. But sometimes I think about his choice and I envy his resolve… knowing our… Poetic Fellow… has drawn him from the shadows can only speak of good things on the horizon. But enough about politics and work… this isn’t exactly the sort of suite for subterfuge… although if this is all one façade to throw off unwelcome optics… its ingenious.” Shockwave looked almost more coquettishly towards Orion who felt his systems start for a second as those beautiful hands stretched for the glass. Orion pushed it towards him, only to feel the long digits gliding sensually over his own and he almost dropped the glass, but for Shockwave to take the drink. He then adjusted on the stool to face away for a moment, letting Orion almost fester with that moment of intimacy.

“Uh…” Orion was not sure what he was doing, why he was getting so flustered now and yet he had a feeling in his tank that was almost bubbling. He had just been given the suggestion or perhaps the permission to make a move, but how? He watched the Senator gently sip at his drink and then give a loud hum. He was making comments on the beverage but Orion was lost watching those lips wrap about the rim of the glass, pinching and the soft vent before taking a sip steaming against the glass. He could almost feel it upon his own lips and anxiously, he brought the beverage to his lips, almost wanting to throw it back. However, he got a shock as he took a sip and it burnt suddenly, making him cough and splutter suddenly. “Oh… wow… I was… that is strong?”

“Are you alright Orion?” Shockwave settled the glass down although his face was wrinkling up in pleasure for the reaction. He couldn’t help but want to snigger at the sight, especially when Orion was then straightening up and looking to the stains of the fluids on his chassis and then fetching a cloth to wipe it. He was dabbing away, making those sort of excuses that just made him see as weak and flustered as a fresh mould mooning over his first crush. Shockwave was very flattered and yet he wondered if perhaps it was his duty to make the first move now. He stepped up, one hand to Orion’s chassis and looking directly into his optics with his own hooded and a dreamy look upon his face.

“You missed some…” Gently, he brought his dermas close to Orion’s face, making the corner of his helm judder as if he might suddenly snap his mouthguard on. But tenderly, Shockwave’s glossa slid out and flicked a drop of the high grade just above Optimus’ lip. He made sure to tug a little so the lip was pulled and then as Orion opened his mouth, he slid his dermas over the greyer lips. Their lips came together in a long stretch and grasp, their lips wrapped as fully around one another as possible, smothering their intakes and then pulling back with a soft vent, the hot air puff against their lips as they pulled apart and Shockwave gave a pleasant vent. “…now, the best lies should have a grain of truth to them… and if we’re going to let them think we’re together… perhaps we should be together…”

“Yes…” Orion whispered as Shockwave pushed their lips together in another kiss, this time Orion’s hands went to the Senator’s shoulders and held him for a longer, more passionate kiss.

Heh… I very much think Senator Shockwave was very beautiful and very much fit a category in my head for the sort of characters that very much had a good past that were there brought done utterly to the point you cannot conflate the past with the present. Thus when you write these sort of characters into romances its with that sort of sorrowful edge, that bitterness and its useful for flashbacks or for building up the idea of a romance that fell through with those rose tinted glasses and then revealing the character might have been a prick the whole time. So I liked writing this and there’s always the possibility if people like it I might try and make a little mini series of it with some more NSFW elements to it. I dunno, it’d be up to you guys if you’d like it.  

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Transformers 100 Couple Drabbles - 17 - Knock Out x Bumblebee

This was a request so I hope they like it, sorry I took so long to get around to this one I've been letting a Random number generator choose but I hope this intrigued you, I was not too sure at first how I was going to do it but I thought to have it as happening after the little Prime movie bit. However if you want something else or a little more specific, just message me again, I don't mind.

Iacon was starting to show the signs of colour again, there were ships in the sky above and the familiar faces of Autobots and even Decepticons long lost in the vastness of space was becoming common. Bumblebee had never thought that upon losing Optimus, they would regain so much and yet, the bitterness of losing his father figure had not quite left him. He was also getting used to talking again and that was making a lot of bots jump and blink at him in confusion before the shock gave way to joy over his healing. Bumblebee was also becoming a bit of a hero as the news of how he'd initially taken Megatron out had run around the camps and even Decepticons that had once scoffed at him gave him more respect. Things were finally starting to feel like there was a steadiness, a nonchalance to every day and a routine... life was trying to tilt towards mundane, tedium even boring and well, Bumblebee was grateful for it just like everyone else... especially one bot that Bumblebee could not help but regularly go to visit after his patrols were over.

"Hmmm... it might be that I'm seeing light reflecting badly on m, or that dent still hasn't come out no matter how many times I buff!" Knock Out had been through a bit of a rough ride, the first Decepticons to return had assumed Megatron had won and when Knock Out had been trying to explain the changes to their world, he'd been beaten up pretty badly until the Autobots had rescued him. Oddly, the Decepticons were not keen on turncoats and once again, traitor was spray painted on the door of Knock Out's apartment, which had been trashed again although the red bot was ignoring it and looking into their cracked mirror. "Urgh... I might have to seek professional care for it... but I don't think that some of those bots really know what they're doing!"

"Doc... you know you can call the policing bots in for this kind of thing, you're a citizen of Cybertron, Autobots and Decepticons don't exist anymore so... this is serious." Bumblebee knew that Knock Out tended to distract himself with vanity against dealing with the issues left over because of his turn, but Bumblebee was worried. This was the fourth time and though they never took things and just trashed stuff, that didn't mean it could not still be more dangerous. What if Knock Out had been in charge when this had happened? "You know... I think we need to actually handle this matter Knock Out..."

"Pfft... I know whose doing it and if I make a fuss about it, what do you think that's going to do? It'll jsut go back to all Decepticons are criminals... have you heard some of the policing bot juniors that have come out of the well... not to mention your old friend Windblade decided to take on the title of 'Decepticon Hunter'... if we want them all to know the war is over we've got to stop make assumptions and stop pointing to Decepticons as the bad guys. Did you jsut break up a fight started by Srpinger this morning anyway?" Knock Out scoffed, but noticed that Bumblebee was stepping up right behind him, looking anxious and it made Knock Out pause for a moment and smirk. He was not used to this expression, he almost thought he wanted to see the scowl and the fury whenever he'd taunted or out drive him. Seeing Bumblebee looking concerned and potentially pouting like some... well, he was a hero and he was becoming something else. "Don't worry Bumble... I'm quite fine."

"If you're fine... it won't be a problem for you to come and stay in my apartments for a few days whilst I ask a crew to handle this. Maybe we can ask the Constructions, they are much more comfortable with the situation..." Bumblebee began, only to feel his plates flushing as Knock Out spun on heel with a hand to the side of of his head and doing the sort of pose of someone who might have just realised something juicy and it made Bumblebee gulp.

"Oh... is that an invitation to spend the night with... such a cute bot?" Knock Out then stepped forward, his long digits suddenly to Bumblebee's chassis and then strolling teasing up towards his neck cabling as Bumblebee gulped and then felt the digits tap his chin. He was feeling incredibly embarrassed, incredibly excited and not quite sure if he wasn't being teased to lead to nowhere or not. Knock Out was then looking at Bumblebee's form, giving a soft hum and then bringing his digits to his own chin as he gave a soft vent. "I haven't had a race with you since you got your body work done... I must admit I was rather insulted you didn't ask me to do it for you."

"Wuh-what?" Bumblebee was shocked as Knock out then turned away, pulling his limbs about himself and giving a disappointed sound as Bumblebee jsut looked after him in confusion. Knock Out had been doing this for a while, throwing out a lure, reeling him in and then going slack. Bumblebee did not know what he was doing wrong and now he was worried that asking someone else about his body work really had been a bad idea. But his brain was then spinning with something Smokescreen, who looked after Knock Out whenever he was on this side of Cybertron, had mentioned that Knock Out was cautious and unless he was shown what someone's intentions were, he'd back off all the time. It was understandable but it hit Bumblebee hard and he suddenly cleared his pipes.

Knock Out turned back towards them, giving a sassy twist to their frame and a slight dramatic dip to make it clear they were intrigued but expectant. Bumblebee was rather sure that this was his opening and that Smokescreen was probably right, Bumblebee needed to make a point of his interest in this bot. He stepped right up to Knock Out and then steered him to lean against the wall and he leant against the edge of the mirror, trying to look sincere but also like he was going to work hard to convince Knock Out. It was enough for a curiously daft smile to slip onto Knock Out's face, the type that was ready to throw sarcasm at him but also wanted to have a reason to be intrigued and Bumblebee gulped down his pipes before leaning towards Knock Out.

"You're right... we haven't had a decent race since the bodywork was done and I probably should have asked you first but... I wanted to surprise you... with how much faster I am now." Bumblebee smirked, knowing to draw Knock Out in with a challenge he could not refuse. Knock Out gave a feigned gasp of insult, stepping right up into Bumblebee's face plates and lifting his digits to Bumblebee's chassis again. This time though, Bumblebee's hand lifted to wrap around the hand and make Knock Out's optics waver and his frame tremble... he was scared, Bumblebee was shocked that Knock Out could be scared, so he brought his face right to Knock Out's, lids lowering seductively. "I'm also done asking you to come over to keep you safe... honestly, I want you to come over and stay over... I don't want to keep waking up imagining your beautiful red form next to me... I want it to be real."

"Oh my... well... you proved I'm still faster than you at cluing in..." Knock Out smirked and Bumblebee could feel the sensation of his processor roaring in fury that he'd taken so damn long to realise that Knock Out had been waiting for him to make the first move all this time. But his spark took control, he stepped forward and with it pushed his dermas softly to Knock Out's. It was not some mad passionate kiss, just a firm clasp that made a soft smooching sounds as their dermas parted and they both vented as they looked back to one another. Knock Out smiled more pleasantly and then stroked Bumblebee's face gently. "Heh... it would be rude to refuse an invitation for someone to praise my beauty every morning... but... how about we race there now... winner gets to choose their side of the berth?"

"Heh... wouldn't have it any other way." Bumblebee spoke, smiling but feeling himself getting bigger, more mature perhaps as if he'd finally crossed a bridge he'd been needing to. Things were looking up for the yellow bot, hopefully they'd be looking up for Knock Out soon too.

I hope you liked that, I like writing Knock Out in various relationships and I liked the Bumblebee x Knock Out ones but also like lots of other potential pairings out there. I hope this was what you were thinking about and enjoyed it.

Want to add a suggestion to the Drabbles list, its free and perfectly fine you can even ask for an OC with a character, I don't mind because it's good practice... just message me or even comment it's all good.

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100 Transformers Couples Drabbles 14 - Prowl x Jazz

My randomiser seems to like Prowl for some reason but I don't mind, this will be my first time writing Jazz x Prowl and I had a good hard think about the relationship. I can tell you they are not RID 2015 or TFA Jazz and Prowl, just for reference. But I did decide that Prowl would be the uke to Jazz seme and certainly there would be a lot more affection in private than in public. I did decide to be a little naughty in this one because I like to think that Prowl has a very awkward libido he doesn't like to ignore and yet Jazz is the one whose more sensible so I will mark this as mature for the situation.

Prowl was in his office checking through the files and seeing who'd finished their case work at last an who he had to nag. It was not that he enjoying nagging, nagging was a sign of weakness in command, but he did get a thrill when he caused the figure to bleat in panic... particularly Bluestreak for some unknown reason. Prowl though got a surprise, it was not that he did not expect the work to be done on time but it had been filed first thing in the morning and so he opened the file and scanned through it, only to notice something obvious. There was certain detail added, an obvious improvement in Bluestreak's abilities that could only be the case because Prowl knew this writing style like the back of his hand and he gave a soft vent.

"Jazz... please come to the office." He should have guessed, Jazz was enjoying being a Mentor to the point he was willing to pause his own work to sit beside Bluestreak and give him a hand. Bluestreak was a great officer, like Jazz when he was on the job he was good, but unlike Jazz and Prowl himself, Bluestreak failed in the write-up and that was problematic. But Prowl had to admit, he should not expect that Jazz would have abandoned the cadet in such matters, particularly because Jazz just had that ability to speak to any bot, to get information to be seen as the pillar of the community... not the authority like Prowl. It was obvious that Jazz must have gone with Bluestreak for the interviews, because it made note of such things. Prowl rubbed his temples thoughtfully as the door knocked. "Come in."

"What's up Prowler... should I make an educated guess and assume you think I wrote Bluestreak's report?" Jazz stated, knowing that there was not point denying he'd helped him out but he hadn't recited it word for word or written it up as he pondered Prowl might be assuming. Jazz stepped right to Prowl's side and gently sat himself against the desk as he looked through his visor to his partner, whilst Prowl gave a pout. It was obvious to Prowl that whatever he assumed, he should not have assumed that Jazz would ever bend the rules on such matters. He gave a soft vent and then gently stroked at his thigh. "Oh, were you gearing up to give me a lecture?"

"Not a lecture... just a concern that you would be too gentle on him." Prowl stated, but he could not help but feel embarrassed that he would ever think that he needed to tell Jazz anything. He suddenly lay his helm onto Jazz's thigh, surprising his partner but Jazz accepted it as he knew this was how Prowl dealt with embarrassment. He gave a soft chuckle at the thought, he could never be as harsh as Prowl on anyone, but that's why they made a good team... the old good cop/ bad cop initiative. Jazz gave a soft hum as he stroked gently at the back of Prowl's helm and his partner gave a soft vent, only to say something a little surprising. "I was preparing to humiliate him and potentially humiliate you... that was very undignified."

"Not like you to jump to conclusions Prowler... something on your mind?" Jazz was surprised, normally Prowl should be rather calm because the paperwork was in on time and he did not have to go out there and intimidate. But that tickled Jazz, he knew that Prowl rather liked his little exercise in power and so a thought came to him. "Prowl... you wanted to belittle him, didn't you?"

"Perhaps." Prowl did not like to lie to Jazz so he told a half-truth, the problem was, his libido was flaring and he rather hated how excited and strong it could be. He nuzzled against Jazz's thighs again gently and Jazz gave a soft vent before patting Prowl's back.

"Right... don't worry, tonight when we're back in our apartment, you can give me a lecture on how I'm bad at making the berth." Jazz stated with a lift in his tone to insist that everything would be fine. However, Prowl just stood up and gently bent himself over his desk, looking lovingly against it towards Jazz as his partner stood up, stared and then immediately waved a hand. "Whoa-whoa... hold up Prowl... I'm not in spanking and you're not into PDA..."

"I don't want you to spank me... I just want you to stand behind me, lean onto me and act like you might want to mount me right now just to give me a bit of a thrill... then tonight let me ride you whilst you lecture me on lewdness in the office..." Prowl stated with a slight pout and Jazz's face plates heated a little, he could not quite believe some of the things that Prowl could come out with and certainly he gulped. He was not going to deny it was a really tempting offer, but he did not want anyone to accidentally catch them being odd in the office and so he waved his hand again.

"Prowler... you know I agreed to no PDA in the office because you made it clear this was one of the most important things in our relationship. I know you can get a bit... giddy... at the best of times but... come on? DO I have to lecture you about this now?" Jazz questioned, only to notice the way Prowl suddenly wiggled his aft and his doors even flapped a little, his lights flashing just a bit and Jazz froze. Wait... he did want him to lecture him about it... oh Prowl.

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I actually enjoyed this so I'll probably have to write some Prowl x Jazz at a later date for fun. It would certainly be quite interesting and I like that Prowl trusts and loves Jazz enough he'll bend his own rules for him... just a little.

Let me know what you think though, its still a new couple for me to write with and Jazz is such an iconic character (although I'm not sure RID 2015 did him any justice tbh).

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100 Transformers Couple Drabbles 12 - Bluestreak x Sunstreaker

So where do I put this how do I comprehend this? Well I did not actually know that Bluestreak x Sunstreaker was a thing, I mean I know three accounts on here maybe more that have posted it but I was intrigued by it. Generally I have in my usual fiction AU Wildrider playing with all the police bots and Bluestreak is showing signs of a more feminine identity, in my universe I write for my friend, Bluestreak accidentally fell into the spark-well and was given and instant baby from it... I think we went a bit crazy on that one.

So then I had to think about how I was going to present this, so I went with what I could see was a common sort of theme, both Sunstreaker and Bluestreak being part of the younger group of Cybertronians amongst the Autobots and so thought to sort of focus on their earlier time together and in this as much as Sunstreaker is a flirt and a princess, they're shockingly loyal to Bluestreak in this universe.

I should note this has nothing to do with my 'Some Old Coding' universe, its a drabble purely for here so don't mind it.

"He called me Silver again. Maybe I should change my name!" Bluestreak was slumping against the table in the makeshift bar that the Autobots had made to help their recruits have some down time. There was no high grade on offer, it was just the look of the place, a bit more fancy than a canteen and a place the younger bots seemed to appreciate more, but it was basic. Bluestreak wished there was high grade around, he'd barely tried it before but he'd been told it was something good for helping forgetfulness. There was a lot he wanted to forget and the only other way he had to drown out the horrors he witnessed was verbal deluge as he gave a groan. "I mean, come on... I know I'm grey and everything and I've got red too but the name is Bluestreak. I mean, sure I guess changing my name would make sense if everyone's going to forget my actual name, but last week Hound called me Smokescreen so what's the point if no one is going to get my name right anyway? Is it some secret jab maybe, I talk a lot I know and it gets on everyone's circuits but... this just feels so personal and everything."

"Hound might have been taking the oil, you did talk his audios off when he was taking his nap yesterday. I wouldn't take Silverstreak personally, Ironhide has his moments where he's called me Sideswipe before..." Sunstreaker had found himself drawn towards Bluestreak, it was unusual for Sunstreaker to want to be around anyone that wasn't his twin but, Sideswipe wanted to have his own space every so often and thus Sunstreaker had gone looking for a friend. He'd informed himself he'd wanted a friend, not a casual plug and play sort of arrangement... he could get them very easily... but Bluestreak had become an anomaly in his thoughts. They got along, they had a strange connection that felt good and well, lately they'd been touchy feely in a sort of loving way... not just jumping into a bunk for a distraction. "...but something else is bothering you, did you want to talk about it?"

"Talk about what? I can talk about anything really, anything under the sun and what not. What are we going to discuss Sunny, the fact that I'm a little annoyed that you and Mirage have been doing your strut things about who looks better and you've been winding the others up about the care of their finish too? Seriously Sunny... you can't keep being mean to everyone just because you think you and Sideswipe look the best!" Bluestreak scoffed, unable to help himself because what was bothering him was always the same. He could not help but feel like he was not living up to his full potential, not able to do what he could to avenge his home world. He felt like he was being held back from a chance to make a difference or that the Autobots jsut did not seem as pro-active as they had been when he'd first joined them. He couldn't bring it up because then he would be asked stupid questions like 'why is such a big deal' and that was the dumbest thing he'd heard. But as he stopped he noticed the narrowed optics and the way Sunstreaker's face was creasing into a sneer. "Uh... not saying you're not the hottest bot around but... you can show a little humility."

"Would it change the way you think about me?" Sunstreaker questioned, gauging the situation and knowing what was probably affecting Bluestreak right now. It was affecting most of them to be fair, a sensation like they were not actually doing anything to help out and the older bots putting them down and not always respecting them for the strength they had and the abilities they could bring. Of course it didn't help that they were being pushed under mentors that did not quite know how to handle them. Bluestreak was stuck with Jazz and Prowl... it may seemed balanced to someone cynical but Sunstreaker knew it meant Bluestreak felt his feelings were dismissed by Prowl and then Jazz tried to steer him away from feeling misery. Thus, Sunstreaker felt to distract him form his dark thoughts on the situation to something that made Bluestreak immediately flustered as his cheek went blue form an energon flush.

"Uh... no... that's... well I would think a little better of you for showing some betterment but its not that you're not amazing. As I said you're the hottest bot I know and like... I'm not saying that to get on your bad side or make you think I don't see how beautiful and amazing you are and... and you're the only one that really knows..." Bluestreak began and then felt Sunstreaker's hand clasp onto his chin, immediately silencing him as Sunstreaker's face was drawn into a satisfied smirk and he gave a soft vent of relief before then leaning forward. Bluestreak was totally distracted, totally under Sunstreaker's spell as the figure leant in so there was barely an inch between their lips.

"Good... but I suppose if you're asking, I can try a little harder. Besides, I like to tease them all that I've got you and I wouldn't want to lose you." Sunstreaker smirked, not used to saying soppy things but it was enough to make Bluestreak's optics swell and look utterly enthralled in this moment. It was nice to get a moment when he was quiet and focused elsewhere and Sunstreaker couldn't help but lean forward and give him a soft peck on the dermas. It made Bluestreak give a stutter in his vents, his face plates going a bright blue as Sunstreaker then pulled back. "How about, if you've got the afternoon out of training... and I'm grounded for painting 'Wide Load' on Ironhead's alt mode... how about we go back and have a cuddle on the bunk? You can tell me exactly what's on your mind."

"I... I really adore you Sunstreaker." Bluestreak stated, always shocked with how affectionate Sunstreaker could be with him and trying not to start chatting about nothing. With their rations already spent, the pair stood up and then walked off together, Sunstreaker allowing Bluestreak to wrap his servos within his so he could lean on Sunstreaker's shoulder mounts, his doors twitching desperately with delight.

Okay, it's not fantastic as this is still quite a new sort of coupling, so anyone give me pointers or more information of what most like or see this coupling as, that's always helpful.

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100 Transformers Couples 8 - Bumblebee x Breakdown (Earthspark)

My friend and I are still mourning how Earthspark's first season had potential and then messed up the second season, but that we liked the Aftermath introduction... what annoyed me was that all the clips I saw of them was just one episode and never really covered again. But Knock Out is my favourite character and my friend keeps telling me I have to have this Breakdown with Knock Out and I've gotta write them at some point... maybe... but I made a point he was certainly more into Bumblebee in this. Thus, I'm proving my point here with this idea of before the war... hehe. Also Breakdown made a point of being a Stunticon so we agreed the Stunticons were a fact in this universe.

"Caught you on my tail pipe again little brother... you trying to get my attention or jsut loving the view? Only... you're not the standard type to run on Stunticon tracks." Stunticon bars were not safe territory, currently Motormaster had picked Wildrider up by the pedes and was swinging them to throw at some generic idiots that had said the wrong thing were were strapped up like skittles. The scene was chaotic and the only other bot Bumblebee recognised as 'friendly' on scene was Blurr who was trying to convince Dragstrip of something that almost seemed flirtatious. Bumblebee hadn't even counted on the winner of his race remembering his colours and stepping over to him. But Breakdown was looking cool, collected as he sat on the stool beside him and smirked. "You got some real speed in you... but I bet you're just here for the thrill, right?"

"Pfft.. like anyone would be here for the skills..." Bumblebee scoffed, glad to say it out of audio range of Dead End who was gathering a box of random weapons from the look of it for Motormaster. No sooner had he said it then there was a howl as Wildrider was thrown into the bots and immediately some kind of dogpile was going on. Bumblebee blinked in their direction, a little shocked before turning back to Breakdown. "Still... you have skill and speed... I heard you even got into the Velocitron leagues."

"Yeah but I lost on purpose... mostly to enjoy the view." Breakdown smirked, not sure that was what he'd meant to say but, he was looking the yellow bot up and down and intrigued by him. Blue-optic bots did not tend to come here very often and this guy had been a good racer, but he was also a good looking bot and Breakdown had to admit he was a sucker for a shorter, cute bot. "But you didn't answer my question... although you've proven your a fan so the least I can do is buy you a drink."

"Wait... that's what fans are supposed to do... right?" Bumblebee was almost about to flush, he had not expected that he was going to get this kind of a reaction from a bot he'd been admiring let alone had just lost to. But to his surprise a mug of what looked like low grade sludge was thrown to him, Breakdown seemed to be drinking the same and Bumblebee blinked a few times. "Is that even good for you?"

"Gets the pipes nice and wet... so what's you're name?" Breakdown questioned, this guy was getting cuter and cuter. He was really intrigued and quite sure that soon enough, this guy would catch on that he was intrigued and flirting. Bumblebee just blinked and then pushed the drink back with a smirk.

"Oh yeah... that'll just slow me down, there's no way I'm accepting a drink from a rival... by the way, my name's Bumblebee..." Bumblebee stated, pushing his thumb to his chest and Breakdown gently pushed the drink back to him with a soft chuckle. Okay, maybe this guy was a little fresher than Breakdown was used to, but he liked him and the way he was and so Breakdown smiled.

"Okay... Bee... drink that as a courtesy then tomorrow, you can meet me on the dirt track out here and I'll show you some Stunticon skill and you can show me your own." Breakdown stated, pushing the drink back and Bumblebee's optics brightened, which made Breakdown's spark flutter a little. He was surprised by this guy, there wasn't anyone around here that seemed to have this brightness to them and certainly, having a good rival to race against couldn't be a bad thing. "You seemed fast but fast isn't everything if you don't know how to use terrain to your advantage."

"Got it... but... what's it gonna cost me? Doesn't seem a good idea to train the bot that's gonna beat you." Bumblebee stated, grasping the glass and then throwing it back. However he almost spat it right out and gave a gagging choke of shock. It burnt and was heavy and... it was like fresh tar! Breakdown though began to chuckle away gently as Bumblebee spluttered and tried to drink more but really couldn't. He got a shock though as a wipe was brought to his face and gently, Breakdown cleaned the muck from his face plates as Bumblebee blushed and Breakdown looked oddly very... gentle or maybe even cute.

"Let's say... I'm enjoying the company and I think I'd like to get to know you better." He passed the wipe to leave Bumblebee to clean himself up and then ordered a different drink, something Bumblebee could swallow. As Bumblebee turned back, embarrassed for soaking himself, Breakdown passed the drink and Bumblebee took it, their hands grasping for a moment, feeling each other's warmth and it made Bumblebee's whole frame tremble as Breakdown was looking suddenly very smooth and charming. "Besides... yellow and blue kinda work well together, don't they?"

"Are... are you coming onto..." Bumblebee began, only to have to dive out of the way as Motormaster had realised what Blurr and Dragstrip were talking about, grasped Blurr by a pede and flung him. Blurr managed to land safely and speed back over, but another fight began and as Bumblebee sat back, he noticed Breakdown was already leaping in to defend his buddies. Bumblebee was still embarrassed but, did that mean he'd just arranged a date?

Gotta make it funny, silly and cute... it jsut feels like it works for these two and because its my first time writing them as a couple I wanted to try and play with an idea of them starting out maybe. I dunno, it's probably corny mushy stuff but eh it was fun to have a go at.

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100 Transformers Couples Drabbles 6 - Lockdown x Swindle (TFA)

I love Lockdown and Swindle as a coupling in every universe they both exist in really but TFA was what made me love Lockdown... after I was fuming over what had happened in AOE, which I had just watched that a Valentine's Day 4 years ago and that was when I also first blasted through and adored Animated. Thus deciding Lockdown and Swindle are a couple is just so easy in my mind... well, Swindle's insistent its about money not emotion and Lockdown is aware but thinks his persistence and good fortune might mean Swindle will eventually give in. Heh... so I thought to play with one of the story ideas I've got anyway that I was gonna do with Lockdown getting Swindle pregnant so I hope you can accept a little pregnant Swindle here.

The hook very gently strained forward, hoping to just brush tenderly against the loose plating and the slight bulge in the middle cabling. He'd not had the chance to see this up close before, knowing so little about this whole process only that right now he wanted to just touch it, just feel it was real. He assumed he was not being monitored, after-all Swindle was busy making a deal with the aliens and far too busy beaming over the credits he was watching getting sent through to his system. As always, Swindle had convinced them to 'transfer' through a system he'd created himself, meaning the charge they got for converting through it just paid straight into Swindle... he was well named.

"Uh-uh... no freebies... we don't touch the merchandise, we pay..." Swindle was as swift as ever to suddenly swing his hip out of the reach of the hook and flick a hand out to knock the hook aside. he even clicked it with a flix of an index digit that left an uncomfortable vibration rattle down the hook. Lockdown gave a soft pinch of his dermas and half hissed and half laughed through his denta. He was always impressed by what Swindle was able to trade, but as the smaller bot was now done, Swindle waved off the aliens with their 3d-printed guns that may or may not muck up... these aliens should read small print rather than look to the image. Swindle spun around to face him and was giving him a bored expression. "Swatting a bug away, were you?"

"I told you... whilst 'transporting my merchandise' I was going to be on hand to guard the shipment. My only price is a little... fussing. To be honest, the closer its getting the more I'm starting to be offended by the term 'merchandise', can't we call it something nice? Or... ours at least?" Lockdown smirked, turning with Swindle and strolling beside him up towards their ship that Lockdown had cloaked. He released the cloak and the ramp and Swindle stepped up, only to wobble slightly. Lockdown was right behind him, a hand on his spinal struts as Swindle gave a soft grimace but then stepped up firmly into the ship as Lockdown followed, smirking as always.

"Oh no... its not ours... not even yours... its my property and you'll get it on a loan with extortionate rates." Swindle corrected him when they were in the ship, straight to go and settle in the booth where he could do some careful work with his accounts. Lockdown though was chuckling as he stepped behind him and made sure that Swindle was comfortable, passing him a soft cushion to go between his frame and the hard seat to be safe.

"Almost sounds like you're getting rather comfortable being a carrier." Lockdown smirked, gently passing over a small portion of mineral mix that he knew Swindle would be wanting. Swindle was busy though with his accounts open, making it clear he did not want to have a discussion. Lockdown couldn't help but chuckle over it as he stepped back to the cockpit and put in the autopilot before strolling over to Swindle's side again. "Besides... its to pay for me being your bodyguard and getting you these connections. The aliens in these parts aren't friendly."

"When we've finished our work." Swindle insisted, making it obvious that whilst he was doing his accounts it still counted as work. Lockdown had to chuckle softly as he stepped back to the cockpit and whilst Swindle was happily working things out and making a point that giving him mineral mixes was not a way to pay for anything, he was smiling rather happily about it all. As Lockdown steered the ship on and through the troposphere of the planet, there was slight turbulence and Swindle gave a grimace. Somehow it was triggering something uncomfortable, the more they were pulling out towards space he could feel the gravity maybe a little too intensely and he gave a whimper of dismay. When they pushed through, Lockdown left it on autopilot and then strolled back over in time to see Swindle whimpering and rubbing at his back. "How am I going to write up my accounts with sore spinal struts... urgh... something's unsettling."

"The gravity on this planet does make the ship tremble a little, you need an adjuster or..." He questioned but he could already see that Swindle was working out the cost for it. The bot was grimacing, trying to rub at his spinal struts and so Lockdown just settled on the seat beside him and brought his hook to his back. He then rolled it so the curved ended was putting a pleasant level of pleasure onto the spot and Swindle's optics softened. "...here, let me help..."

"Urgh... ooh... oooh... uh... doing it with a hook and a hand you've got talent. Sure you don't want a job as a masseuse? You'd make more money regularly than the occasional big pay off as a merc?" Swindle moaned softly, letting the hook press to the most sensitive points whilst Lockdown's other hand was to his hip. He rubbed gently, guessing roughly where Swindle needed a little attention and he got to it, making sure Swindle was soon moaning and venting with utter pleasure. Lockdown had experience doing this, he'd given quite a few bots a little massage from time to time and his hook could do amazing things... not that Swindle did not already know that, but Lockdown gave a soft snort.

"Whilst you profit from booking me to handle others and what not?" He humoured Swindle who was nodding his head with a smirk of pleasure before Lockdown leant into his audios and growled at him teasingly. "No chance..."

"Mmm... shame..." Swindle quivered, always liking the sound of Lockdown over his back but not willing to let it be known. However, Lockdown eased up gently and then straightened up, surprised to watch as Swindle then turned off his screens. Clearly he was feeling comfortable as he turned to him with a soft sighing vent, his optics a little droopy. "Now... what is it you wanted for your payment for today?"

"I want to cuddle with you on my big berth, stroking at our little precious and maybe kissing you a little? Just to make myself feel comfortable." Lockdown stated, casually as he then stepped to the berth and pressed the door, going in on his own. He then made a point to hook up the softest furnishings to make sure that it was nice and secure because he'd noticed Swindle liked to be buried or have stuff stacked about him, generally rich, expensive things. No sooner had Lockdown prepared it then Swindle had shuffled into the room looking reasonably impressed with the efforts.

"Hmm... you're work today would only allow cuddling and stroking the 'precious'... but as you have good skills you can have what you want." Swindle vented as if he were being charitable but Lockdown remained looking calm and almost uninterested. Carefully, Swindle went to sit on the edge of the berth, only to find himself suddenly hoisted up very carefully and then gently lain onto the bed. He clung at Lockdown for a moment of reassurance as he was lifted, it made Lockdown's spark flare but he wouldn't point it out. He settled him and then clambered onto the berth beside him as Swindle adjusted himself to be more comfortable. "Just not too long, until I go to charge... if I wake up with you beside me I'm going to give you penalties."

"That's fine." Lockdown rumbled, knowing he'd be awake the whole time, just soaking in the chance to be around his sparkling. As Swindle got comfortable he lay alongside him, wrapping the hook behind Swindle so it held his shoulder to him and then laying his spike head and neck against Swindle's chassis. He then lay his hand to the slightly shifted plating, feeling the EM field and venting softly in pleasure against Swindle's chassis. Swindle tried instead to count the threads in one of the nearby pillows, rather pleased of a high thread count form an item that looked to have luxury written all over it. "Hmm... I can feel them lower down to before, bigger too. I reckon they're getting ready for the next shift... that's when they go into the forge and the proto-form develops around the spark, right?"

"How do I know that?" Swindle rumbled; well he'd actually read all he could about it from the medical bots that knew anything and well it was not only a little embarrassing to think how much was involved in this process but how much it was... comforting? He was not going to say it to Lockdown of course, the only thing he would tell Lockdown was what he was going to charge him for at the end of it. But he quivered a little in surprise as Lockdown gently kissed at his chassis and then up his chassis to his neck. He kissed and smooched gently against Swindle's neck cables, making Swindle's optics bulge in surprise for it but he was not uncomfortable with it.

"Its a strong spark... I reckon its going to have all your charisma... and maybe your devious ability to advertise..." Lockdown stroked the cabling gently, always loving a chance to touch Swindle without exclusively passing over a credit first, but this was good. He could feel the strength of the little spark within and could almost swear it was trying to read him and it surroundings. It was probably his imagination but, he liked to think it was already taking note of its environment.

"Better... its paying its way from day one... no free rides..." Swindle grunted, lounging back more comfortably onto the cushions behind him that fit his level of need. He was surprised though that the spike helm was pressing against his chin, that Lockdown was kissing at his frame and stroking him still, venting happily and joyfully over the matter. He even gave a soft snigger at the situation as he corrected Swindle on the situation.

"I'll always spoil it though... give it whatever its wants... I reckon it might get my fighting skills." Lockdown chuckled, making it obvious to Swindle that he would probably be able to get anything he wanted from Lockdown for the sake of this sparkling. That suited him well but he was soon giving a soft pfft and roll of his optics at that thought as he wagged a digit.

"I'm the Combaticon here, you don't think it will inherit that from me?" Clearly, Lockdown had forgotten that Swindle was actually as good a fighter as he was a hustler, he just had a preference for the cheaper option that earnt the most money. But he was rather surprised as Lockdown's white face came up to his and the mercenary pressed his dermas hungrily over Swindle's. The smaller bot did not reject and allowed himself to be kissed rather romantically although he made no effort in kissing back or moaning. In fact as soon as they're lips parted he gave Lockdown a grim expression. "Why did you kiss me then... you didn't say you were going to kiss like that."

"Do I need to pay for that action specifically." Lockdown queried, which only made Swindle's face keep sour.

"..." He made a sound of thought but the truth was he'd very much enjoyed the kiss. All the same, he lounged back and then gave a soft tut. "I guess... we'll add it to your total when the baby's born."

Swindle gave a soft vent and relaxed back, loving the curious way Lockdown was cuddling into him, stroking him and kissing at his neck cables. He was not one for affection really, but Lockdown was such a useful investment, the best one to trade with and one of his favourite clients. They could work together with ease, in fact he caught some exceptionally dangerous aliens for them to split the profit with Swindle actually getting far more than he said they earnt but Lockdown knowing he was getting the best offer anyone could get. He also knew how to use these things against Swindle for discounts and he could always find something interesting for Swindle to work with. Not only that but... Lockdown liked to come for him when he wanted a little affection and... Swindle had to admit he didn't generally enjoy interfacing on the whole, it was a means to an end, but he liked it with Lockdown and not just for the credits.

"Hey Swindle... do you let... do you let anyone else kiss you?" Lockdown rumbled softly, sounding more like he was about to fall into charge. Swindle blinked, thinking it was a pretty bizarre question to come up with but he gave a soft snort of amusement.

"Only for credits... but if you're talking about interfacing... only you... but only because its for the sake of the baby and how much you'll pay me at the end. When its over... maybe someone else if they can afford my rates but currently, you're the only one that can afford me." Swindle beamed, giving a cheeky look that was supposed to encourage that this was all about business, but Lockdown gave a soft snort. He was rather amused by how proud Swindle sounded like that, how much it sounded like Swindle was keeping himself for him. But Lockdown knew so damn well that Swindle was not being faithful, it was all about the merchandise. However, Lockdown was surprised by the soft vent from Swindle. "What about you? I heard you have a couple of potentials... like Pharma..."

"Eh... he's only one of those if he's desperate and willing to do me a favour kind of thing, not that his personality means its anything other than hateful and that I can hook his throat. I was interested in Prowl for a while... but he's not willing to join me out here doing this, so that's just the occasional sort of let's see what weird positions we can get into before one of us mucks it up." That was true, Pharma was just one of those moments where he had a job and then when they were getting so fed up with each other Pharma would ask and it would jsut be a good way to get off steam and also treat Pharma like trash. Then there was Prowl... Lockdown had barely thought someone would make such a good partner to him and was surprised that at times, him and Prowl seemed to match so well. Heck, they'd probably be a very romantic couple if their morals were not on opposite ends... but that's what life threw you sometimes. "Would it upset you if I had other partners?"

"We're not in a relationship... so no." Swindle hummed, but he curled slightly into Lockdown, unable to help himself but snuggle in slightly because it was so shockingly pleasant. "But don't get any of them sparked... I don't want you losing interest in ours."

"Alright... I promise... I'll only care about ours." Lockdown smirked, letting Swindle cuddle into him and saying nothing. He wondered if he might one day be able to say that he and Swindle were an item, but being open and not acknowledging that they cared about each other... he could cope.

I enjoy playing around with this couple because they're so seemingly independent of one another that having a baby together just makes me laugh. Heh... I am doing a story about these two, its going to be called "Swindle Loves Cash." I'm also quite comfortable with TFA Prowl x Lockdown but their morals would really mean it couldn't work fully, but I will add them to the list for fun anyway.