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White optics scanned shelves from behind a blue visor in growing anxiety. He moved from shelf to shelf until he ended up in a cooler section of the store.

First shelf, no. Second shelf, no. Third shelf, no!

Everything was frozen and Jazz could only sniff out artificial materials, not even any real energon that may have flowed through the pieces of protoflesh that sat in refrigerated units ready for mechs to choose their choice cut.

Jazz hid his face behind the scarf he’d stolen several vorns prior as he worried at his lower lip with his fangs. He could feel his tanks cramping from lack of sustinance but nothing in this place would satisfy him, not properly anyway.

He stalked back out of the store just as it began to rain and bots began to run for cover. It was late in the evening so most were heading home anyway much to Jazz’s relief. He could never handle the crowds. It wasn’t an acid rain this time so he didn’t have to worry about finding cover but the sudden grinding of his tanks made him rub his belly uncomfortably.

He whimpered as he looked around in hopes to spot maybe a stray petrorat or something. Every now and then he’d happen across the petrorabbits that had generally escaped their captivity and they were much tastier than the rats. Jazz bit his lip as he jogged lightly down the sidewalk, glancing down allies as he went, looking for a quick kill.

The rattle of a can hitting the ground quickly caught his attention and had him rounding the corner into the next alley. Swiftly he went to all fours as he came across the can and sniffed it out. His visor flickered up as bright white optics flashed out and looked with sharp optics for the pesky rodent.

A shadow moved and he raced towards it, rounding another corner when he heard a squeal and paused. Slower, he stalked forward on silent servos and pedes and glanced in the direction of the noise to see a felinoid with /his/ meal in its mouth.

Jazz let out a guttural growl as he glared at the quadruped. The felinoid in turn flicked its tail and glared back until Jazz had backed out the way he’d come.

The cybercat didn’t turn back to play with its catch until the other was out of optic range and then went to batting the thing between its paws. It only took two bats of its paws before it was suddenly the pray instead of the predator.

Jazz had given it no time as he hopped down from above and wrapped his jaws around the felinoids neck. With a sickening crunch the quadruped fell still and never had a chance to utter a sound.

It was small, but still bigger than a rat and rabbit combined. He dropped it and grinned down at the cybercat and petrorat that were now his meals for the day. They’d probably be the only things he’d have for the next several days so he’d best enjoy them.

Energon dripped down his chin as he worked on tearing his pray apart. The sounds echoed when he snapped joints and crunched on struts but he couldn’t be bothered to find a better location. He was hungry-starving! And his tanks wanted food now, so when the youngling walked in front of the ally and started calling out, he was quite surprised.

“Maddam!” The youngling called, none the wiser to the danger so close by.

Jazz stopped and slinked back into the shadows. He knew better than to attack another’s offspring. Creators were always scary things to behold.

The youngling continued on, even going so far as to move into the ally the monster was currently occupying, “Maddam, come out. I have you favorite toy.” The jingle of a bell caught Jazz’s audios and glint of a feather attached to it caught his gaze but alas he had to retreat.

He took what remained of his meal and headed further into the dark space until he found the back wall and climbed up it, making sure to stay out of the younglings sight and soon out of audial range.

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Prowl fought with the steel netting, trying to cut through it. The aquatic mech inside had tangled itself up too much and wouldn’t sit still for Prowl to untangle it.

His servo was freely bleeding from the bite the mech had given him when it saw the knife. Sheer will kept Prowl from dropping it into the dark depths and had him pushing forward to help.

Lest he wanted his fishing season to end spectacularly from spurned Polyhexian’s, Prowl had to free this one.

Being friendly with your neighbors, in this case the aquatic mechs that inhabited these waters, was highly sought after if you didn’t want them stealing your catch.

His hook knife sliced through the netting and he could feel a weight lift as he grabbed the struggling Poly and pulled him from the tattered net. He would cringe when he had to fix it later but for now he could breathe easy once he was back on his vessel.

The mech swiftly fled from his grasp and out to the open sea as Prowl breached for air. His vents opened back up to cool his frame and weakly hoisted himself back onto his boats deck.

It would take the rest of the day to repair his net. His creators wouldn’t be happy but they wouldn’t be angry either considering his reason for the net to be in such a mess.

This wasn’t his first time fishing alone but close. He used to go on many trips with his creators when he was a youngling and still learning the ropes.

It was customary to give an offering to the “sea” after your first catch. This basically translates to sharing a portion with the native Polyhexian’s that lived in the sea, which meant you could form a friendship where they’d help you make your catch for the day.

Prow huffed, lying on his back still trying to clear his vents of any residual minerals from the sea that may have seeped in.

A soft hum caught his attention from the bow of the boat and had him hesitantly tilting his helm back to see.

The Polyhexian from the net could be seen upside down perched with his arms folded over the surface of his boat.

Prowl frowned in confusion and flipped over so he could look at the other properly. “Can I help you?” He asked after several kliks of silence and staring.

The mech tilted his helm in confusion? Prowl didn’t know what the other wanted as he didn’t have any fish to give him.

Prowl fanned his wings to help the feathers dry in the suns light. The action had the other tilting his helm in interest as he climbed onto the boat with Prowl, his serpentine tail wrapping around what it could to help him forward.

Prowl sat up straight as the other crawled towards him and instinctively pulled his wings back when the mech made to reach for them.

The mech frowned and tried again only for Prowl to grab his wrist to halt the action, “Not for touching.” Prowl said firmly as the mech slipped his servo from his grasp.

The Polyhexian sat back on his coiled tail and watched while Prowl observed back. It was clear the mech was still contemplating how to get ahold of his wings. Defeated, Prowl plucked a stray feather and offered it to the aquatic mech who perked with interest at the offering.

Prowl watched as he took it and intently inspected the red feather. It faded from a deep ruby to a light coral at the ends with a few stray blue streaks through it that were only present if one really looked.

The Polyhexian chirped and churred in his common dialect that Prowl had yet to make heads or tails of.

Prowl shook his helm not understanding when the mech plucked a scale from his glossy tail and offered it to him. He took it hesitantly and inspected it once the fear of being attacked passed.

It was light but strong and was a lovely ebony with iridescent undertones that leaned more blue. Amber optics darted back to the coiled mer and bowed his helm, “Thank you.”

The mech flashed him a fanged smile before diving back into the water, jostling the small boat as he did so. Prowl moved to the edge of the boat to see if he could spot the mers departing form. The water was too murky to see though and he’d all but given up looking when a score of fish suddenly flew out of the water to land in his boat. Prowl stared in utter shock until he saw a flash of ebony scales skirting the waters surface just behind where the fish emerged. He’d never expected an offering such as a feather would grant him a blessing from the sea.

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The acid rain poured as Jazz skirted the underside of the mountain for cover. It was less than ideal but he had yet to find a suitable location to set up for the night, which meant he’d most likely end up in the open with this weather.

He stared out from under his cover and ground at the fog and smoke that the rain had pulled in. He would have to wait out the storm since it didn’t appear to be stopping anytime soon.

Thankfully the area he was at was on higher ground so he didn’t have to worry about the acid pooling into his path and potential bed so long as it didn’t start flooding.

He continued his path winding around the mountains base, trying to get where the mountain would block the strong winds. He stumbled as he rounded a corner and almost fell forward but was able to catch himself. When his visor fell onto what he’d almost tripped on his entire frame went still.

It was a thick white tail or so he assumed. It was wrapped around the mountains base which meant the rest of the frame was just around the next bend. He took a deep vent as he hesitantly peered around the corner, rain completely forgotten as he tried to access what kind of trouble he’d stumbled onto.

His visor paled further at the sight of the massive beast laid out under the mountains cover. It would have been a great area to camp if it’s current occupant hadn’t been there. Jazz thought about sneaking passed the creature but wasn’t fond of passing by it’s head where he could see sharp rows of teeth.

Jazz stared for a long time waiting to see if it would move or wake up, he didn’t step on its tail after all. He frowned and gently prodded its tail with his foot. When nothing happened he took a closer look to see long lacerations down one of the beasts wings that slowly oozed red energon.

Carefully he hopped over the creatures tail and came up around its back and to its neck. It was completely out Jazz determined as he peered under the injured wing to see more lacerations on the creatures side. The red and purple bruises stood out heavily on the creatures pale white skin. The only other color dotting the creatures frame where the red horns and spines that seemed to glow in the dark.

The beast was out but could still wake up and Jazz wasn’t leaving the cave. He eventually decided that the best course would be able to help the creature and hope that when it finally woke up, that it wouldn’t eat him.

He got to work and began to remove the meager supplies he had left over before the rains had started. He would need to forage later to restock his supply. Blue mesh wraps that he’d crafted from technomoth silk were swiftly pulled from his subspace and set to the side as he removed a canister of clean water he planned to use to help clean up the open wounds. Hopefully they hadn’t caught an infection.

The creature never moved as he worked almost to the point Jazz was starting to think it was dead if it weren’t for the minute twitches he’d see at the corner of his optical band from the creatures claws. Those made him nervous as he began to apply the sticky meshes to the wounds on his wings and side. Getting under that wing was more terrifying than facing down a terawolf defending its meal.

This creature could easily kill him without even trying as Jazz maybe made up a fifth of the creatures size.

Once he felt comfortable that he’d done all he could, Jazz had crawled back around the beast and laid down some soft hides in the far corner near the back of the creatures helm where he would be difficult to spot and burrowed in for some rest. He didn’t know how long his cave companion would stay out and could only hope he’d get enough recharge to be able to defend himself if the need arose.

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Prowl had waited until the wildlings field had evened out to be almost imperceptible to the senses, a sign that the mech was in a deep recharge before he shifted marginally to look behind him.

His frame was still sore and whatever the mech used on his wounds stung badly which must have meant an infection was beginning to set in. Now though, he could feel his frame finally beginning to mend itself thanks to the wildlings work.

The rain continued to pour and sizzle at the ground below, burning all of the metalligrass down to the root. It would grow back in record time, the foliage having adapted to Cybertron’s dangerous weather. He himself could have gone out and been fine as well but his injuries would have crippled him and he was sure to have had a worse infection than what he ended up with if he had. Prowl was only lucky the little mech had wandered into his nook and felt the need to assist rather than attack, not that Prowl couldn’t have just tossed the offender off the cliff and into the rain.

He snorted and grinned at the thought but alas that had not happened and he had no reason to toss the mech out. The mech appeared to be packing lightly which meant either they weren’t too smart or that the mech hadn’t been able to restock in time for the freak storm.

Prowl flexed a wing out and covered the wildling from the wind and rains mist as it wouldn’t do for his small savior to become injured himself. He would go out hunting once recuperated and bring the mech something as a means of a peace offering. It never hurt to have an extra set of servos for assistance.

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Applause rang out as the last performance finally came to an end and the performers all came out. They clasped servos and took a bow to the cheers of their audience. Lightning bugs were flashing merrily over the shows end while the crickebots were chirping loudly, adding their own voices to the cheers.

Jazz smiled widely with his twin at his side, happy to put on a good show after all the hard work and training they had done to be able to do so.

A flash of color and wings had the little beetles optics darting to them only to find a stranger where he’d hoped to find a familiar face. Jazz pouted and received a shove to his side by his brother having been caught in the act. He stuck his glossa out at his twin as they all turned to exit the stage and head back to their respective tents.

Jazz stretched leisurely as he and his twin headed to their shared tent, Rico bumping him with a hint of teasing.

“Hopin’ ta see somebot tonight?” Ricochet asked in a knowing tone, his red wings shimmying as he spoke.

Jazz glared but didn’t reply as Ricochet butted up against his side.

Servos wandered the blue and black beetles torso but Jazz didn’t fight them. “Ya feelin’ pretty warm down here,” Ricochet commented as he dragged a servo between his twins thighs.

Jazz tried to shake him off and rush into their tent but Rico kept pace with him and all but shoved Jazz inside to land on top of their blanket fort they’d constructed the night prior. The fort came apart under his weight but the pillows underneath cushioned his fall and kept him from getting injured.

Jazz took the chance to try and hide under the blankets of the fort only for his twin to drag him out and pin him to the ground.

“Were hopin’ your moth friend would show up,” Ricochet teased as he began rubbing his brothers protoform and kissed him on the cheek.

“But ‘e didn’t,” Jazz replied, nuzzling at his twins neck fluff as he started to return his brothers attentions.

Ricochet’s grin fell and his servos came to a stop, “No...’e didn’t.” Their mandibles tangled briefly before Ricochet gently kissed his brother on the dermas.

“Ya can do better,” Ricochet tried to console as he felt the bond dull from Jazz’s current emotions.

Jazz kissed him again unexpectedly with more fervor as he reached between Ricochets legs with one set of servos and to his wings with the other set, “Ah have you.” And that would have to be enough.

Ricochet moaned into Jazz’s neck fur as he let his panel slide back and his red tendril dart out into his twins claws.

Jazz squeezed gently at first but then strengthened his grip, knowing that his brother liked it rough. He brushed his servos over the slimy appendage getting them appropriately messy before he slid them over his own lower half. His own panel slide back to release a twin blue tendril to his brothers red one. Jazz let it easily wrap around Ricochet’s length as he moved his digits lower to dip inside his opening at the base of the tendril.

Ricochet gasped and groaned as their parts tangled together and squeezed each other in a familiar dance. He could feel the brush of Jazz’s digits between them working into himself as he prepared for Ricochet to enter. He waited and idly fondled his own opening as he watched Jazz’s face morph from concentration to restraining the need that he was building up.

The red twin pressed forward and kissed his brother sweetly as he pulled the mechs digits from his opening and untangled their tendrils now soaking with each others slime.

Jazz mewed and wrapped his legs around Ricochet’s waist and arms around his brothers neck and back.

Rico gave him a toothy grin right before he snaked his tendril inside and sighed at the feel of the tight passage, “Perfect.” He vented softly as he rolled his hips to meet his twins so they were pressed as tight as possible and then let his tendril wiggle and squirm around inside the other.

Jazz panted and held his brother tightly to his chest and rocked his hips every time his brother would squirm into a particularly sensitive location. All of his sensors were being lit up. He wished that Rico hadn’t gone so deep otherwise he could have filled his brother at the same time but currently the red beetle was just too tightly against him. Jazz cried out as he felt his brother shoot a stream of transfluid into his chamber. He clenched down hard on the tendril as it swelled, milking it of everything his brother had as he overloaded in tandem.

Jazz wasn't aware that he’d spaced out but Ricochet was by the way the bond was afloat with bubbly feelings as though his twin were swimming around.

They laid next to each other with their arms and legs securely wrapped around the others frame and Ricochet had even been able to wrangle a blanket to cover them and keep them warm through the night. They would be moving onto the next little town in the morning where they will train hard and practice before the next inevitable show. Another town and another chance for a broken spark to find a match.

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It was cold and dark out; that much he could tell by the light frost that coated the ground and broken glass strewn about where he sat and the lack of proper light. Optics stayed down and unfocused as he tried to determine who and where he was. Kliks ticked by as he remained still as though he had all the time in the world to figure it out.

A layer of ice coated his frame, causing him to feel stiff and the realization that he was outside and not inside had him trying to focus a bit more on his situation. He wiped at his arms and chest to brush the ice off in an attempt to warm his frame so he could move properly. The fact that he didn’t feel cold bothered him.

His optics caught onto his armor that seemed a bit duller than usual once the ice was cleared. It seemed he remembered the small things. He raised his white servos up to inspect them. They were a slight off white, not quite gray but not his usual shade, either. His servo digits were ashen at the tips. His sensor wings, which he now remembered were back there, twitched at his observation and upon glancing back at them he noticed their tips ashen as well.

Finally he glanced up to see where he was and now realized that most of the buildings around him barely stood. It looked as though a couple hundred bombs had been dropped on them.

The new question of what had happened sprung forth, yet he still couldn’t recall anything, which he found odd, as it didn’t feel as though it was something he would just forget. There were several more kliks as he contemplated his situation yet before he could think any more on it the feeling of hunger overcame him.

He looked down at where his tanks would be and just stared before making a cursory glance around himself again for anything to help. He growled lowly to himself at the lack of sustenance around and unsteadily struggled to his pedes.

Walking was sluggish as he tried to recall how to do so properly. He tried to focus on the wasteland he walked through; the further he walked the more ruin he discovered. Nothing stood unmarred anymore and he distantly wondered if maybe he wasn’t too far off with the bombs being dropped idea.

He hadn’t realized how long he’d been just sitting around as their first sun started to rise and cast a soft light on the area.

The sounds of metal and shrapnel falling and sliding down a wall caught his attention along with a sudden flash of something moving around the same location.

Sensor panels rose high as he tried to locate the source of the movement when he heard more sounds from further up ahead that could only be the sounds of a scuffle. Before he knew it he was running in that direction.

He stopped just before the threshold to assess what he was about to step into.

A lean black mech with sharp protrusions from his helm moved oddly around a larger green mech that sported several dents and lacerations and looked as though he might be standing on his last leg. The black mech struck viciously when he could get close enough but seemed to be trying to remain back in the shadows.

He watched as the green mech took a swipe at the black one with an energon dagger and in turn received a nasty swipe to the face by the black mech’s taloned claws, energon drops splattering the ground before him.

Instantly he was on high alert and he felt himself blackout at the sight.

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When he came to he was hovering over the corpse of the green mech and sucking out the other’s spark. In the back of his processor he knew he should be disturbed but it just felt too natural to even think about, and on closer inspection he’d obviously already consumed the unlucky mech’s processor.

His hunger started to dwindle as he slowly finished up consuming the mech’s spark. His attention focused on the black mech he could see peering up from below the pile of scrap metal he and the corpse were atop. He silently watched as the lithe mech made his way closer and crawled up the pile of scrap with barely a sound. The white mech lost track of the other as he moved closer and didn’t see him again until black servos reached out to hold onto the corpse’s helm. The smaller used the helm as a shield as he danced his servo digits over the corpse’s shoulders and stopped to clutch at them.

The other’s dark face peered at him from around the corpse’s helm while his white optics glowed with hunger as he licked over the main fuel line of the corpse right before he sank his fangs into it. The other’s white optics remained locked with his own as they both continued to feed from the corpse until they were sated.

The black mech took several steps back as he released his hold on the corpse and took a step up more on the pile of scrap to better look at him. The term Leecher came to mind as he continued to assess the black mech, though he knew he himself was not one. What he was now even he didn’t know but the other appeared to know something if the way he moved and acted around him was anything to go by.

“Designation?” the black mech questioned quietly as he moved closer.

His optics widened at the sudden question and how his designation was like an automatic response to it, “Prowl.”

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“Catch!” The shout came from further up just as a yellow sphere came flying his way. Prowl caught it easily and knew instantly that it was food before he’d even gotten a good look at it. The sphere’s smell was enough of a giveaway for him as a bit of oral lubricant dripped from the corner of his mouth right before he bit into it.

It tasted amazing, though he didn’t really have anything else to compare it to, as he couldn’t remember what normal food or energon even tasted like. The rare times he had energon now, it was processed from the bots he fed from.

He’d never thought he’d do such a thing as cannibalize from other bots, but being a shambling wraith tended to change one’s perspective on life. Thankfully he wasn’t nearly as slow and awkward as the creatures on those widespread holovids that his brother had seemed to love.

“Feeling better?” The voice came again as the bot it belonged to maneuvered around all of the debris from the destroyed buildings of the current city they were wandering.

“Much,” Prowl replied after taking another bite out of the processor in his servo. Wiping his mouth with the back of his servo he watched the black mech lick his lips of the energon still staining his mouth. “I take it you also got your meal,” he stated as the other paused in licking his lips to flash a friendly fanged grin his way.

“Yup,” came the happy reply as the small Leecher bounced over to him before he jumped onto Prowl’s back, right between his scratched up and torn sensory panels. One of the few perks to being a wraith was that he felt no pain anymore.

He stumbled slightly at the added weight but quickly compensated to adjust and fix his balance.

“So where to now, big guy?” The black mech patted him on the shoulder in slight cheer.

Prowl stared out at the wasteland that surrounded them and randomly picked the first direction he scented another living being. He was sure his companion had already smelt them, as Leecher senses were much better than his own. With a flick of his wrist he popped the last of the processor into his mouth before moving forward with his companion in tow.

The Leecher chirped giddily as he hugged the wraith from behind, “And I even got you some dessert,” the small mech piped in after some cuddling and pulled out a still pulsing spark from his subspace. The growl from the wraith could only be described as very pleased as the black mech put it back away for later.

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“Prowl…” his name was whispered softly right before the space next to him was filled. He didn’t glance over because he already knew who it would be. The Leecher never ventured far from his side even though lately he was ignoring him at every turn whenever he tried to initiate conversation with him.

“Yes?” His voice was just as soft but held no emotion as he looked out over the city from the ledge they were perched.

They were getting closer to a city filled with living mecha and he was still unsure if they should continue their course through it or not. They hadn’t come across any other wraiths such as himself so were uncertain if any of the mecha would notice anything wrong with him, or Jazz for that matter. Besides the lack of care for his armor, Jazz was looking a bit rough as well but looked more kept than himself.

“Are you still upset about what I said?” the black mech asked softly and avoided Prowl’s optics when the white mech turned to look at him.

A long vent was taken by the white wraith as he attempted to compose his next sentence. “I was never mad at you or what you said…” And he wasn’t. The other’s words had merely made him think about what his life was before he’d become this shambling wraith, because he knew he was not always like this. Something in the back of his processor told him so. He was someone. He had a brother he knew; he could remember small bits with him. He may have had friends and more than likely had colleagues he was sure. He thought maybe if he could just find them then maybe he could figure out who he was before and what had turned him into this. The only problem was he wasn’t sure if he would recognize a friend if he saw one and not want to eat them.

Prowl really didn’t think his Leecher “friend” would care who they were so long as he got something out of it, or more importantly, them. They hadn’t happened across any Leechers either though, and that alone made him wonder if maybe Jazz was like him as well.

“I would just like to know what happened…who I was before…” He gestured to himself, “Don’t you ever wonder who you were?” Prowl questioned after a beat as his optics looked over to search Jazz’s white ones.

The Leecher huffed to himself as he turned his helm away from him. “I was nothing else before this.” Black taloned pedes kicked out childishly as they hung over the ledge. “And I like the way I am…Is there something wrong with that?” White optics snapped back to the wraith’s red ones as though he were waiting for an attack from the white mech.

Prowl paused at that admission. “Do you…do you remember this place before it was destroyed?”

There was a tense silence before the Leecher chose to speak, “Yes.” He was crisp and straight to the point with his answer whereas Prowl was expecting him to dance around it.

The silence resumed after the other’s answer where the wraith waited for the other to continue. “And?” he questioned when he realized the other wasn’t going to say more without being asked or pressured.

Jazz huffed in annoyance before he fell back to lie across the debris ridden ground they sat upon. “There were a lot more of my kind. Then a whole bunch of bots who didn’t like how we lived…fed, came in and tried to get rid of us as though we were stray animals that needed to be culled and removed,” he spoke harshly but tapered off at the end and his anger became more wistful, “And then the city was nuked after the evacuation.”

Prowl turned back forward to look out where the destroyed city met the outer edge of the thriving one ahead of them.

“Were there other’s like me…the way I am now?” The question was quiet but Jazz still heard it.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before now, there are stories of what you are but how you actually came to be, I’m not so sure.” He propped himself up on his elbow joints to be slightly closer, “Though I did smell other bots on you when we first met.”

Prowl met Jazz’s steady gaze as he deciphered the other’s words. When he’d originally come to he was alone so where had they gone? Had they survived? Were they now like him somewhere out there?

“We can look if you want,” was the steady reply from Jazz to his unspoken question.

Prowl glanced back down at Jazz’s propped up form.

“No promises we’ll find them though,” the Leecher said calmly, trying to be supportive, “But who knows.” Jazz turned his gaze away from Prowl to look back at the living city so close.

Prowl turned his helm to also just watch it as the planet’s suns began to set. A comfortable silence fell over the two now that they had finally gotten over the conversation that was acting as a blockade for them.

“We’re really going to have to work on your eating habits though if we’re to going to blend in.”

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Prowl sneered at the scene before him. The one responsible was messy and they would be easily found but that wasn’t what he was upset about. He was upset that another mechavore was encroaching on his territory. Unless they were young or desperate it should have been impossible for them to realize they were in another’s area.

He could easily see the other's trail that was left behind though not visible to the regular optic, Prowl could smell the other’s scent in the ‘tracks’ left behind.

He wrapped up his end and left his partner to it as he clocked out for the night so he could follow that trail. No one at the station would find it unusual as while he was a stickler for the rules he always had every already complete and in order before he left which meant he expected the same for everyone else. Sadly for the other officers that meant many late nights for the less efficient.

Stepping out of the precinct into the late night air, Prowl inhaled, tasting his surroundings. Light trails lit up and glowed to his optics leading to many potential targets which were queued for later investigation but they weren’t what he was hunting tonight. No he was hunting his own kind tonight.

The officer walked back to the vicinity of the crime scene so he could pick up the other vori’s scent which turned out to be surprisingly easy to follow.

The trail glowed like silver phosphorous to his optics. It was wide and on almost every surface as though the mech had staggered away from its victim in a rush. Clearly the mech who’d called and had witnessed the attack had spooked the mech from its feeding. The witness themself had no good details having locked onto the sprayed energon on the ground rather than the creature attacking the hapless mech the energon belonged to.

Prowl bared a fang at the idea that another of his kind had swooped into his territory and had made such a mess as to potentially expose them. He would fix it easy enough once he found the vori and everything would go back to normal.

The officer stopped as he came to a cheap apartment complex. The scent of energon was strong here which could only mean his target had found another meal. Two scent trails mingled near the side entrance of the complex, one the silver he’d been following now mixed with a purple one, both disappearing inside.

Prowl scanned the area before following the trail inside, it wouldn’t do to be seen entering, especially if his partner was able to track the mech here. The side door entered into the apartments side stairwell where he could see that both scents had gone up and exited on the third floor. The purple scent did not smell of distress so the mech hadn’t realized he was in danger yet.

The vori must have been covered in energon going by the mess it had made so why the mech was not distressed at this point raised a few questions. Reaching the door to the third floor he could smell the scent change to list of all things. Prowl frowned at this because he could tell by scent alone that the purple trail was a mech of normal descent, nothing supernatural.

He entered the third floor, amber optics bleeding red as he came closer to where the scents disappeared behind another door and where Prowl could smell the scent of spilt energon. The list remained prevalent until he reached the door. He used a special code he’d acquired on the job where he could access almost any lock.

The scent bursting from beyond the door turned to fear as the door slid open to him. Swiftly he entered so the door would lock back behind him to keep prying optics away from the sight inside.

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He was hungry. Jazz cringed, his tanks ached even though he’d had his fill only a joor ago and the moment he’d attempted to make a hasty meal had been interrupted by a too loud scream. He’d rushed away as fast as he could, never having made such a slip as to attempt a meal out in public before. He clutched his abdomen where a small bump rested and hissed as he felt a pulse against his palm.

The visored mech had to move away before the local law enforcement showed up and he needed to get off of the streets. He pulled a cloth from subspace to wipe his mouth and attempt to look presentable so as to not draw attention and swiftly returned the cloth from which it came before he staggered back to his small apartment complex.

Jazz groaned from a sharp pain in his abdomen and collapsed to his knees a short distance from the side entrance. Denta clamped together as he hissed in pain and tried to get his pedes back under him when a servo suddenly grabbed his shoulder. Visor snapped around to the sudden stranger at his side and involuntarily tasted the air around the mech. His optics, unseen, darkened behind his visor in growing hunger.

The mech was kind enough to help him to the door and up the stairs where he commenced to carry Jazz the rest of the way to his apartments door. The mech was clearly interested in more than a caring way which made him that much easier to manipulate into bringing them to Jazz’s room.

With the door closed the mech had taken no time in groping his frame so had no time to see Jazz’s jaw split to take a bite out of him when he brought his face back up to the mechavore’s. He had no time to scream as his vocoder was ripped out.

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Red optics bore into white ones glaring back at him and now Prowl knew just why the other had been so careless. The vori was covered in energon but he could see the distinct yet small bump in the others abdomen. Tendrils from the mechs helm flared aggressively as it hissed back at him and Prowl found himself reacting in kind.

He flared his sensory panels and growled back only to have the other still and then straighten. The mech slithered back from his pray and opticked the officer in a new light.

Prowl approached the corpse and mechavore, the latter bowing his helm in submission as Prowl reached down to swipe some energon with his digits before licking them clean. Not a bad target, but his energon was tainted with the arousal prior to his death. He looked from the corpse to the other mech in the room and growled, the vori’s optics brightened and shifted his frame to be more on display for Prowl.

The enforcer purred at the shift and gestured for the mech to come closer and only grumbled in approval when the mech obeyed. The vori moved close enough so their vents could mingle and scent each other properly. The jaws split as their lips met in a biting kiss. Energon flowed from freshly made cuts and Prowl found himself enjoying the feel of the energon slicked framed along with the soft pulsing of a young spark pressed against his own. It had been so long since he’d been around a carrier mechavore as they were hard to produce and usually easy targets for others of his kind to enslave.

Prowl easily pinned the mech to the floor in the pool of energon and next to the corpse as their glossas continued to snake around each other. The vori moaned and arched his frame, pushing his belly more into Prowl’s as he wound his legs around the enforcers waist. It didn’t take much after that for them to both be completely entwined with the other and dripping in spilt energon and other fluids.

Fixing this might be more complicated than Prowl originally suspected but it would be worth it in the end to have his own little carrier to please.

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Prowl hadn’t been feeling well for the past several days. It had started as mild nausea which he found that drinking only low grade seemed to help. Upon the nausea worsening he’d gone to a medic, but the mech dismissed him and diagnosed it as a small virus that should clear up within the next few days.

The medic had supplied Prowl with pack of minerals for his energon to help boost his nanites to fight this virus. They should have helped clear it within a few days but now Prowl was beginning to think that whatever this was, wasn’t just a simple virus. In fact he felt like he was getting worse rather than better.

The Praxian now thought back to around the time the symptoms started to show. He’d just completed a longstanding case that, well, was technically still open. A mech had been missing for a number of weeks and they had finally been found after a couple of new leads. The enforcers found the mech but had yet to determine anything other than he had offlined.

The mech was found in a cellar within an abandoned part of town. Only empties ran around that area, but the mech wasn’t missing any limbs or organs so that ruled them out. The area itself was in deplorable condition much like the room where the mech was found. Old stains splattered the floor; energon, oil, coolant, no one could really tell at that point, but the mech looked to be in just as bad of shape.

The autopsy came back that the mech had starved to deactivation. No one could figure out what could scare a mech so much that he was unwilling to leave such a nightmarish place, not to even find energon. It bothered Prowl, not knowing what led the mech to that location and why he hadn’t attempted to escape as there were no signs of anything keeping him there. The exits were not barred and the outer construction showed no signs of anyone trying to force their way in.

Ever since finding that mech though, he’d been feeling ill. Whether he’d caught something from being in that old building or something else was in play, Prowl didn’t know. He was pretty sure he wasn’t that disturbed by the case as he’d seen his fair share of tank churning things.

Prowl tilted sideways when he sat up in his berth, the nausea throwing him into a dizzy spell that he had to wait out before attempting to move again. He unshuttered his hazy optics to look at the energon left by the berth and unsteadily grabbed for it.

His neighbor down the hall had been checking up on him after he’d found out that Prowl hadn’t been feeling well and had made it a point to fix his energon for the mornings and evenings when he couldn’t. He was the only mech Prowl had deigned to give his spare apartment key to. They had gone on a few dates when Prowl was free but he hadn’t seen the other since before he’d fallen ill. Secretly Prowl was glad because it meant the other wouldn’t catch this nasty virus from him.

Not until he had the energon in his servo was he able to lift up enough to drink it down, minerals and all. He sighed heavily once the cube was downed and dropped the container. His helm remained fuzzy as he heard the cube clatter to the ground.

The sound of the main door opening was a background noise to all of the static clouding his vision and disrupting his sensors. He groaned lightly when he felt a servo brush his forehelm before it was replaced with a cool damp mesh. Unshuttering his optics, he was able to make out the blurry shape of Jazz, his neighbor.

“All will be alright.”

His optics offlined after hearing those words and his processor was swallowed up by darkness.

The next time Prowl woke up the disorientation was worse causing him to feel queasy once more. Blinking he tried to determine what time it was but all the exhausted enforcer knew was that it was late.The minerals didn’t seem to be helping, he thought as he coughed harshly.

The room was empty at this point with only himself there as the nausea seemed to win out, this time there was the sense that he might actually purge. He grunted and dry heaved when he felt as though something was blocking his intake. His vents sputtered as he sat up and gagged, not caring that he was doing this on his berth and not over a bin. With no energy to move without falling, he continued to cough.

His optics flickered as he spit up some type of black liquid. He coughed again and this time felt the blockage move and trigger his gag reflex. He purged and dislodged the blockage and felt a great deal of the nausea leave him, but now he felt drained as though he hadn’t had energon in ages.

The Praxian glanced over to the side of his berth to see a new cube there filled with minerals like earlier. Feeling a bit more lucid, Prowl reached over for it when an odd clicking caught his attention followed by the sound of something hitting the ground and scrabbling away.

Snapping his helm back to his berth had Prowl dizzy and the room spinning for a moment as he looked to where he’d purged. The black liquid looked to be everywhere and leading from it to the floor was a trail--and what he could only determine to be tiny clawprints.

Sensory panels shot up on his back as he heard a blood curdling screech in his kitchenette. He quickly moved to stand but fell over as his legs gave out beneath him.

The sound of his apartment door opening was loud in his audios. He panicked at what could be waiting for Jazz when he entered the apartment. “Ja-!” his vocoder spit static as he attempted to warn the other. He could hear Jazz’s steps pause before they could be heard heading towards his kitchen. His sensors strained to hear the other, worried for what might be waiting for the other. Several kliks passed in silence as Prowl worried for his neighbor.

The sound of Jazz’s heels clicking on the ground suddenly approaching his berthroom had him trying to clear his processor.

A silence fell over the apartment when Jazz entered Prowl’s room. His vision blurred again, having not reached the energon before he’d attempted to move. He felt he was losing what coherent thoughts he had left as Jazz’s form looked taller and spikier. Prowl tensed when he heard the clicking sound from earlier now back in the room with him.

Prowl looked around unseeing as he sought out the sound growing closer. He was still too weak to defend himself but he was the only one reacting to the sound. Didn’t Jazz hear it?

Jazz cupped Prowl’s face in his servos. His claws felt longer and sharper, he noted, half conscious as the other moved closer and pressed a kiss to his lips and forced his mouth open. What was Jazz doing? He knew Prowl was sick, so wha-! He felt something enter his mouth, his frame tensed as it was pushed down his throat by the other’s glossa.

The Praxian choked on the obstruction as it slid into his fuel tank and Jazz pulled back away with a grin on his face. “All will be well,” the voice whispered calmly into his audio.

Prowl’s optics glitched with static as the nausea overtook him once more.

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Jazz knew something was wrong. He’d admit to himself it took longer than expected to realize it but he would blame that on this being Prowl, and Prowl always had a good poker face.

He hissed to himself as he peered around a corner just as said mech had rounded the other. In his wake, scuff marks were left on corners, leaving paint transfers from where the mech rubbed his shoulder too roughly.

At first Jazz had thought the mech was accidentally bumping into the walls but upon actual observation of the mech he found that to be utterly false. Prowl was intentionally marking the walls, though it was only in the officers corridor and the special ops wing. Come to think of it, they appeared typically everywhere Jazz frequented though he hadn’t seen any around the recroom. Of course he’d thought that at first until he found the scuffs under the table he always sat at and saw the visibly scuffed paint on the SIC’s legs.

Jazz was surprised yet pleased to also see that the mech had been mostly keeping up his appearance minus the paint scuffs from where he scraped the nanites off onto the walls and furniture of the base. He had yet to confront Prowl but he was working his way to it as he continued to stalk the officer back to his quarters.

The Praxian was typing in his code when Jazz called out to catch his attention. If Jazz hadn’t been watching he wouldn’t have noticed how the mech straightened to his full height and fanned out his panels when he turned to face him.

Jazz stalled momentarily as he approached the other, “Hey Prowl, we need ta talk...in private.”

Prowl hummed as though actually debating to tell Jazz no when he his door suddenly beeped and slid open, “After you.” He gestured into his dark room.

The visored mechs field flared in surprise before he could control it and gingerly walked inside, tapping the lights to the side of the door where they were located in every other room. The sound of the door sliding closed and then beeping to signal it had just locked caught Jazz’s attention and had him turning back to face the mech in question, “Prowl?”

The Praxian met Jazz’s visor but didn’t respond as he dimmed the lights to a lower setting and moved off to the dispenser in the corner of the sitting room. Jazz watched silently as he filled two cubes before turning to hand one to Jazz.

“Ah, thanks...” the visored mech said in mild confusion as he watched Prowl watch him. He was being weirder than normal now, thought Jazz as he hesitantly took a sip and floundered with where to start this conversation.

Deciding that being blunt would probably be the best method with Prowl, Jazz swallowed his sip before starting, “Ah’ve noticed ya’ve been leavn’ ya’re nanites everywhere. Have ya been feen’ alright, Prowl?” His field was laced with concern though the way Prowl seemed to be keyed into him Jazz was beginning to think he’d gotten the wrong idea.

Prowl surprised him by suddenly downing his cube in one quick gulp and standing back up. Jazz hadn’t taken a seat and the way Prowl was now hovering made the visored mech only more aware of their height differences.

“I’m perfectly fine, just...” he paused to look the visored mech up and down, “Becoming more familiar with my surroundings.”

Jazz’s armor unconsciously clamped tight around his frame from the look Prowl was giving him. He made to put his energon down on the side table so he could come up with an excuse to leave when Prowl suddenly staggered forward. On instinct Jazz moved to help catch him and felt the Praxian’s field filled with arousal and want all directed at Jazz.

Yes, Jazz thought the other intelligent and attractive but also very much out of his league. The way Prowl was now draped over him though made Jazz realize that this was maybe a set up to get him alone.

“Prowl!” Jazz startled, slapping the Praxian across the face when a wandering servo brushed over his aft. While he wouldn’t have minded the touch if he knew it was coming, Prowl currently didn’t seem to be in the right frame of mind for it. One thing he did notice though, being so close to the mech was that his frame was overly warm. Indignation turned to worry as Prowl wrapped his arms around Jazz’s frame and nuzzled his face into the smaller’s neck.

“I’m sorry,” the Praxian vented against his neck, “but you smell so good.”

Jazz’s frame shuddered at the vents on his neck, “w-wha?”

Armor shifted and Jazz could feel Prowl’s frame grow in size around him. He jumped and slipped Prowl’s arms, bolting for the door only to run into it. Jazz hadn’t quite expected Prowl to lock the door when they’d entered so had forgotten when it really mattered.

He hissed at the door when it beeped red back at him when he tried to hack it. A guttural growl sounded behind him and had Jazz freezing in place. He didn’t want to turn around but he also kind of wanted to know what was behind him now.

Looking over his should he saw Prowl, but he wasn’t really Prowl anymore but a mechawolf that held the Praxian’s colors and red crown, “Prowl?”

The mechawolf shook his frame out as Prowl readjusted to his new form before directing all of his attention on the visored mech. The stare was so intense Jazz found himself wanting to look away. It was pretty easy to see now why Prowl had been acting so off especially with how in his new form l, Prowl made no effort of hiding his arousal.

Jazz jolted when Prowl dove for him at the door only to miss and run into the door when Jazz leapt to the side. The crash didn’t slow Prowl down though as he was easily relaunching himself in the visored mechs location. Jazz squeaked as he saw the wolf coming and while he was sure he did want the mech, Prowl, he was a bit hesitant with the mechawolf. He was only distracted for a klik but it was enough for Prowl to catch up and pin him to the floor.

Chills went down Jazz’s spinal struts as the wolf rutted against his aft, “Prowl! Ya still in there?”

The rutting slowed though didn’t stop as Prowl rubbed his snout against Jazz’s cheek and traced his claws gently down the visored mechs back.

Jazz felt his frame heat at the sudden attentions and squeaked when he was suddenly lifted from the floor and carried to the berthroom. Once gently placed on the berth, Jazz was given a moment to really look at Prowl. It was clear he was holding himself back by the way he was clenching his claws, energon flowing from where they pierced his palms. His spike was also still at attention leaking prefluid down its length and Jazz had to force his optics away from the knot at its base.

He gulped as Prowl shifted with precise movements as though to keep Jazz from bolting if he moved too fast. Jazz slowly backed away until there was nowhere to go but down, leaving him splayed across Prowl’s berth with the mechawolf over him. A clawed servo played at his closed panels which Jazz attempted to push away, not quite ready to be taken by a mechawolf.

Prowl growled at the lack of obedience and moved down Jazz’s frame, lapping at the Polyhexian’s seams to warm him up. Jazz squeaked as the glossa stroked over his closed panel and he had to force himself to keep it closed. Finding his efforts again being thwarted, Prowl moved up to chew on an audio horn which had the surprise of making Jazz prematurely overload. Electricity sprung up between the smaller’s horns and then over his frame at the pleasurable sensation over his sensitive anatomy.

Prowl startled but only briefly and took the opportunity he was given to lick at the closed panel again while Jazz was distracted in his current state. The panel sprung open easily much to Prowl’s satisfaction and was swiftly lapping at the dark valve lips and white anterior node That began to flush blue as the smaller’s frame warmed up.

Jazz cried out in surprise at the glossa at his valve and felt he needed to push him away though at the same time wanted Prowl there to do terrible things to him. He moaned as the glossa pushed inside and felt a mix of lust and fear as the mechawolfs fangs brushed over his anterior node. The Polyhexian was still embarrassed by his much too quick overload and had a feeling he wouldn’t last long again if this kept up.

Prowl pulled out suddenly, brushing his cold nose over Jazz’s node before he sat up to help Jazz turn over onto his front. Jazz was hesitant about this position because he wouldn't be able to push Prowl away if he felt the other was losing control while in the back of his processor he wanted Prowl to lose it. The head of Prowl’s spike nosed at Jazz’s valve gently as the wolf positioned himself properly before sinking in most of the way.

Jazz hissed at the burn, the spike much bigger in this form then he knew Prowl was typically. He knew, he’d seen him in the communal washracks.

His arms gave out and Jazz fell to his elbows as Prowl began a brutal pace that after only a few thrusts were pleasurable to his smaller frame. He panted and groaned as Prowl draped himself over the smaller’s back, wrapping Jazz up into his arms and holding him close as he rutted inside of him.

Jazz mewed as he felt another overload approaching for him and Prowl must have known it as he began to rub Jazz’s node in time with his thrusts. The moment right before he overloaded, Prowl pushed that much harder and forced his knot into Jazz’s valve just as he overloaded. Jazz cried out, Prowl howling behind him as he also climaxed, pumping him full with his transfluid.

Jazz whined pitifully at the stretch of the knot beyond his valve lining but could do nothing but sit and wait. Prowl on the other servo began to roll his hips back and forth, going for another overload of his own.

The visored mech bit his bottom lip to cover up a moan as he glanced over his shoulder at Prowl, “Ya better remember this tomorrow.”

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Prowl frowned as he walked around the decepticon base that had sprung up on the outskirts of Altihex where crystal flora grew rampant in the wild.The purple branded mechs had destroyed a large chunk of the forest to build their base and had even cleared trails from it to other cities for ambushes, but Prowl didn’t care about that.

A mech rounded the corner of the hall Prowl was walking and paused before addressing him, “What are you doing there?” The mech shouted making to move forward but stopped when he noticed the dark energon staining the mechs servos. The mech drew his rifle suddenly, “Don’t move.”

Prowl tilted his helm before flicking his claws, absently throwing energon against the wall and began to walk over to the mech. A growl burning in his chest as he approached quickly, startling the mech into backing up and discharging his weapon. The shot went wide before the mech fired again, this time hitting the chevroned mechs shoulder.

He growled as he shifted to a sprint and tackled the mech onto the ground before shoving his claws into the mechs chest. The mech screamed and choked on his own energon gurgling up his throat as Prowl ripped open his chest to find his erratically pulsing spark. With one servodigit he scratched the spark down the middle, leaving a sizeable gash as the spark was no match for his crystal claws.

The mech choked and flailed before slowly going silent. His earlier screams had caused only two mechs to come investigate, such was the life of a lowly grunt. Prowl was ready for them as they entered the hallway, his sensory panels having felt the vibrations from when they began moving in his direction. Neither had time to let out a sound of surprise before Prowl’s claws sank into their vocoders and removed them completely.

The pool of energon in the hall was steadily growing as he made his descent deeper into the base.

Ice blue optics scanned the open doorways into rooms as he passed, killing any who got in his way. The crystal in his chest pulsed a steady beat as he retained his cool the longer it took to find his objective.

Finally he felt a pulse back from the floor below so he knew he was getting closer. A growl sounded from his chest as he quickened his pace as the other pulse beat erratically. He found an occupied lift and swiftly dealt with its occupants as he continued downward, their frames gray at his pedes.

No one had been quick enough to sound an alarm and he’d most likely killed most of the mechs on the base at this point so it was no surprise to Prowl that the mech inside the room didn’t see him coming until it was too late.

Prowl frowned, wrong room.

He growled under his breath as the alloy covering his face and chest began to crack. Continuing down the new hall found the science wing of the base which slowed Prowl’s search a little as he passed by other unfortunate creatures to be captured and experimented on. It didn’t take but a few kliks to decide to open the cages he’d passed to let them do the dirty work as he continued his own search.

The halls were soon filled with screams as mechs were attacked by the escaped creatures. The sounds of struts snapping and mesh tearing were mere background sounds to the quickened pulse he continued to track.

Making it to the room finally Prow found a mech with a blade pressed into a pure white crystal that he’d an ethereal glow and appeared to pulse like a spark.

“Found you,” Prowl grinned, tearing the allow and metal over his face and frame more to let his natural crystallized structure break free.

The mech with the blade froze at the sight before pulling away from the crystal to attack Prowl instead. Crystal shot out from the revealed crystallites shoulders, impaling the mech against the wall.

The mech choked and tried to pull the crystals out only for Prowl to launch more at his till he’d managed to crush every piece of vital equipment the mech had. Silence reigned as the wall bled energon from the mutilated frame and strengthened the crystals growth.

Finally, Prowl moved over to the table with the white crystal and delicately picked it up before cradling it to his red spark that now pulsed in time with the white, “Finally, we can be together again.”

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Sparkeaters. They were myths. Creatures made up for stories to scare wayward sparklings from going out at night. They were said to hunt mechs in the dead of night that hadn’t been lucky enough to find shelter and would devour their sparks whole.

Sparklings ate that up and most would do as they were told. It wasn’t until they got older and their sense of self-preservation dwindled. They became cocky assuming the stories were just that. Stories. Tall tales to spook them and make them behave growing up. A few still believed them and took to keeping special charms on them that were said to ward off the beasts.

Prowl thought these tales were wise yet naive. If the bots telling the stories actually believed them then they’d probably have more young mechs listening to their warnings. That most didn’t? Well, that just meant more prey for Prowl. More prey for Prowl meant more chances to lure a vori out to mate.

The tales never spoke of the Sparkeaters counterparts. Mechavores they were called and as the name implied, they ate mechs. Their appetites are not near as strong as a Sparkeaters which will devour several dozen sparks to a mechavores one grown mech. It’s when they’re ensparked is when their colors really show. An almost endless appetite for protoflesh to feed the newspark which is aggressive the moment it gains a mouth. To prevent the young from eating their own carriers innards the mechavore must eat constantly to feed the hungry bit still growling inside. Mechavores rarely have more than one sparkling at a time as one is hard enough to feed, two typically means the mechavore has no hope of survival without help. That’s where the sparkeater comes in.

Dangerous on all accounts, Sparkeaters would kill a number of mechs and stockpile them for their mate to be in preparation of the gestation period.

If more energy is needed than the protoflesh can provide the sparkeater can regurgitate the consumed sparks they’ve eaten and feed to the carrier vori.

Unbeknownst to most mechs that believe the stories, a sparkeater can consume and drink regular energon like any other regular mech out there which makes them even more dangerous. A sparkeater casually walking around regular mechs would be horrific if bots found out that they did so on a regular basis. Even hunters couldn’t point one out if they weren’t parading around as the monsters they were made out to be.

The thought amused Prowl, knowing several hunters and having conversed with them on numerous occasions, the mechs unsuspecting that he could rip their sparks out at a moments notice. But he doesn’t. He never does, knowing not to attack the hunters as to not oust himself.

He only fed when needs must and right now the need to kill was high.

He’d scented the vori several weeks ago and could tell the others frame was primed for breeding. The mechavore’s typically kept to themselves though this one was surprising him with how outgoing he was. Clearly a good cover while he did shadier business on the side, Prowl realized by watching him once he’d located the mech that it wasn’t that he was outgoing but more like perusing the menu. Which one would no one notice go missing right away? Which was the best way to approach to not catch a witness's attention? Prowl could see the thoughts racing through the mechs processor as he scanned the mechs visor.

Sparkeaters could see in thermal if they wanted, usually during a hunt to find that racing spark and Prowl could see the blaze of the optics beneath the mechs visor. They were the optics of a predator that had done this for a long time.

He watched the mech dance around, enticing others to follow him while also pushing them away. Prowl waited patiently for the mech to leave the bar and when he did, at least three other mechs parted from their own groups to follow.

Prowl smiled into his cube, quickly downed it and exited the bar himself. He caught up with the three mechs easy enough and snapped them up before they could make contact with the mechavore. The vori would be steamed when he discovered his meals had been snatched by another predator, but Prowl didn’t mind as it would leave the mech hungry and easy to lure to his den.

His feelers made it easy to carry the three mechs to his nest where over several dozen frames already littered the floor. His den and subsequent nest resided under an abandoned factory that had too many empties running around it for sane mechs to think to go exploring. He dropped the mechs with little care and waited for each of them to awaken while he sat in his nest made up of thermal sheets of varying sizes, after all he wanted his mate to be comfortable when they got to the main event.

The first mech, a Kalisian with a femme frame in pastel pinks and blues woke first in a daze. Blue optics scanned her surroundings in growing horror as she noticed all of the frames around her when finally, her gaze landed on Prowl, still wearing his Praxian disguise.

“W-what’s going on?” She asked nervously, moving to get her pedes under her.

Prowl smiled, not unkindly, “You’re just in time for dinner.”

She froze at the statement as Prowl moved with an easy gate and walked over to her as though there weren’t a large number of bodies surrounding them. The only exit appeared to be a rickety pair of stairs that went up to the floor above much to the femmes dismay as they were closer to Prowl than they were her. She settled her flared plating and took a better look around; the frames were grayed but the room didn’t smell of curdled energon either.

Prowl could see the femme thinking as she looked at the surroundings frames. He’d had a many of the mechs in the room ask him briefly if it was a kink of his to set up empty frames before they realized they weren’t empty frames. He didn’t give her much more time to think though as his frame shifted and stretched, his jaw unhinging and splitting as his clawed glossa reached out for her. She screamed and jerked away but tripped over one of the other mechs that had been lying right behind her, smacking her helm hard on the ground when she fell. Prowl was on the frame before she could gather her bearings, his feelers pinning her down as he pushed his glossa down her intake to claw for her spark.

A shout of terror sounded right next to them as one of the other frames, an Iaconian, woke up to the sight of them and tried to scramble away. His shout had the other femme framed mech coming to with a start. Prowl sent his feelers out after both mechs but the recently woken femme frame slipped free and darted for the stairs.

The sparkeater growled as he grabbed his first prey's spark with his glossa and ripped free, swallowing the spark whole. The Iaconian was struggling hard in his grasp as he turned back to the fleeing femme who’d just made it to the stairs. This wasn’t the first time he’d had a runner but most didn’t make it very far with all of the empties around, though he usually didn’t bring three living mechs to his den at one time either.

The femme paused halfway up the stairs before she began to backpedal. The Iaconian noticed her hesitance and slowed his struggle unconsciously, the mystery of what was up there capturing his attention. Prowl took that moment to pull her back and off of the stairs with his spare feelers while he carefully moved over to the stairs to peer up them.

The mechavore was staring back down the stairs, white optics ablaze and hungry. His visor and helmet had been discarded in favor to let his helm appendages hang freely and optics shine with a predators intelligence. He could see the seam where the mechs jaw would unhinge shudder like the mech was grinding his sharp denta in preparation.

Prowl stepped back, giving the other space to enter his den if he wished, though the sparkeater hadn’t been quite ready to lure the other over and was perplexed with how the mech found his previous prey. He didn’t notice till he glanced at the recently grayed mech on the floor that there was a small pool of energon where their helm had connected with the ground. Apparently, the fall had done more damage than Prowl had initially thought and the smell of the lifeblood was enough to drag the vori to him.

The mechavore descended the stairs and watched the two mechs still in the Sparkeaters grasp with intent before his optics focused on the other frames in the room. Optics brightened at the number of frames and then to the nest and finally back to the sparkeater.

Prowl felt pride swelling as he took in the voris assessment of his den and then the look of sparked interest in the mechs optics. The mech was a bit early to the feast but Prowl could handle this.

He reached out a long talon to stroke the voris cheek as he drew closer to the mech until they were sharing the same air.

“You’ve been busy,” the vori breathed out, a haze of lust and hunger clouding his optics.

“All for you,” the sparkeater breathed back.

The vori smiled, showing off his razor sharp denta, “I’m charmed.”

Prowl was ready to respond but was suddenly thrown off by the vori pulling his helm down to slam their mouths together in a bruising kiss, all sharp denta and snake-like glossas wrapping around each other.

A soft whimper broke them apart and pulled both of their attentions to the mechs still suspended in the air by the Sparkeaters feelers. Prowl grinned as he moved his talons to the voris lower back and pushed him forward at the same time he released the Iaconian to drop to the floor. He purred against an audio, “After you-“ but paused for a name.

“It’s Jazz,” the vori answered distracted by the mech trying to crawl away before he moved with purpose and pushed his pede into the mechs back, forcing him to the ground. With the mech facedown he didn’t see the way Jazz’s jaw split apart as the mech lunged down for the back of his neck. A sickening crunch sounded out and the mechs whimpers silenced almost immediately as Jazz severed the line from the mechs processor to the rest of his frame.

Prowl watched with pride for a moment before turning to the femme frame still in his grasp and went about removing her spark like the last. By the time he was done, Jazz had already shed the Iaconian’s armor from his torso so he could get at the protoflesh beneath.

The sparkeater stalked around the vori as he ate before finally moving back to his nest to wait for Jazz to finish.

It didn’t take long for Jazz to eat his fill though that was to be expected as a mechavore of the others' stature could last on a mech of the Iaconian’s size for a minimum of five days at least. Jazz eventually wandered over, lifeblood decorating his mouth, chest and claws much to Prowl’s pleasure. He did so enjoy a mech covered in energon.

His feelers reached out to help the vori into his nest where the smaller moved to straddle his lap.

“You’ve been working hard,” Jazz purred, one bloodied servo wrapping around Prowl’s neck while the other drew little designs in the Sparkeaters chest plating.

Prowl grinned and moved his helm to bite and lick at Jazz’s throat, “I hope it meets your standards.” Feelers lightly wrapped around Jazz’s frame, stroking armor suggestively before pulling pieces off to drop to the side of the nest.

Jazz grinned, “For your sake it better.” Ah yes, Prowl had forgotten about that, Mechavores as a rule were finicky creatures and it wasn’t unheard of for them to eat their mates after a hard gestation. As the sire of their progeny it was Prowl’s job to make sure nothing went wrong because if it did he held no illusions that Jazz wouldn’t off him in his weakest moment.

Removing the vori’s armor revealed a dark protoform with vents lining either side of his torso that were reminiscent of terrashark gills. They bled the impurities from the mechs they’d eaten or from things they took into their frames on a regular whether a drug, alcohol or poison the list went on. It was near impossible to drug a mechavore which made capture almost impossible without losing a servo or two. Currently the vents were bleeding high grade, Prowl could tell from the smell of the alcohol which left the voris processor completely unclouded for their encounter.

He pulled Jazz down so their chests were pressed together before he slipped from under the smaller frame to crowd him from behind. Talons stroked down the mechs spinal ports and over the curve of his aft where he dipped his digits between the mechs legs. Jazz lay pliant under him, optics dimmed as Prowl explored his frame with one servo and pumped his valve with the other. Jazz vented quickly as he was brought to the edge and burrowed his face into the thermal sheets around him, taylu spread out over his shoulders as he began to move his hips back into Prowl’s servo.

Prowl entangled his free servo with one of Jazz’s helm extensions and played with it thoughtfully as he pulled his other servo from between the mechs dripping thighs. It was best to mount from behind to avoid any nasty bites that could possibly need a medics touch. He let his spike slide out of its housing, the bulb at the end swollen and pulsing with spark infused transfluid that would ignite a small spark in the mechavores scalding gestation chamber.

His frame shuttered at the thought before he moved to position himself at the mechavores entrance which still held a little resistance as he pushed firmly forward until the bulb popped inside much to Jazz’s annoyance as the voris entire frame twitched and growled at the intrusion. He slid the rest of his length in without too much resistance before he draped his frame over the mechavores back and began to roll his hips slowly in calculated moves that had the flattened plates along his length flaring to rub against hidden nodes along the mechs valve walls.

There was a soft choking sound as his spike bumped the back of Jazz’s valve so Prowl repeated the motion until he had burrowed the bulb of his spike into the smaller’s gestation chamber where it unfurled to release his transfluid inside. Jazz hissed and pushed back firmly against Prowl to make sure the other was lodged deep, increasing the chances of sparking on the first try.

The sparkeater grunted when Jazz began to flex his valve around his length still buried inside the mechs chamber, unable to move as he sealed the chamber to prevent any of his fluid from escaping. He felt overload approaching which was what he needed to fully flood the voris chamber but the current flexing wasn’t going to be enough to tip him over. Prowl growled as he latched onto one of Jazz’s helm extensions with his denta and moved one of his taloned servos to rub at the smaller’s anterior node. The mechs frame shuddered in place much to the Sparkeaters pleasure as the Voris inner walls stroked him to completion.

He groaned a guttural sound as he overloaded into Jazz’s gestational tank, filling it to almost bursting if the slight distention he felt against his arm was anything to go by. Jazz had overloaded shortly after, his optics blazing as he arched his back against Prowl’s chest before gingerly sinking back down to the thermal sheets below. Prowl followed him down, covering his back with the weight of his own frame, spike still locked inside of the smaller.

They remained locked together like that for another two joors before Prowl pulled out to keep guard but not before sliding a silicone rod up the mech valve to keep the fluid trapped in the mechs chamber, much to Jazz’s anger at being awoken to that treatment. Prowl had left the others side brandishing several new lacerations that were freely bleeding and stung like the pit. He’d apparently picked a feisty one which would surely kindle quickly with such a lively spirit.

Now it was just time to wait.

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He felt his sparkbeat quicken as the terrible creature screamed and thrashed unnaturally before it darted further ahead and out of sight. Prowl had to close his vents lest he make a sound that would attract the monster in the other room to his position. He’d been disarmed earlier on, his weapon lost somewhere near the entrance of the disheveled maze of a shack he was currently in. He could only imagine what this place was used for before falling to the ruin it was now.

Jars filled with unknown substances peppered the shelves and floors, most covered in dust particles while others were broken probably by stray animals wandering inside. A few larger jars stood out with dead animals suspended in them, tetrasnakes and petrorabbits being the most common he could make out. The further he walked the more unusual and eerie the place became, a double-headed tetrasnake was the first unusual thing followed by the decomposed remains of a larger animal in the middle of a circle drawn on the floor of the next room. The smell was terrible and had Prowl choking on his vents as he blasted air out his vents and quickly made to close them afterward. His optics burned as he shifted his frames circulation to avoid venting in the putrid smell.

His sensory panels twitched at the sudden lack of all sound, the pressure in the room intensifying tenfold and he suddenly had the feeling that he was being watched. He didn’t want to look over his shoulder where he was sure the creature was looking at him from. He knew he’d given himself away moments ago when he’d walked into this room but chose to wait for the sound of movement before he would turn to meet the other head-on. When nothing happened for several kliks Prowl finally grew the nerve to turn around and come face to face with another mech? That wasn’t right!

He jumped back a few steps as he attempted to meet the mechs optics only to find the mechs face obscured by a veil of sorts. Prowl again found himself holding his vents as he took in as much of the mechs appearance as he could in the dark. They were small, lithe in build, the veil obscured half of their face leaving their mouth and jawline exposed. Their helm sported long taylu fairly groomed that were crowned by two sensory horns not unlike Polyhexian wildlings he’d met.

The tribesware the mech was wearing was unfamiliar but clearly ornamental. An onyx plate rested over the mechs chest to hide their spark and was held there by nylon ropes and beads. Blue and gray meshes wrapped around the mechs waist which was also decorated with the nylon and beads along with a few animal struts thrown in. It wasn’t uncommon for the tribes to wear animal struts but it was typically the warrior class that wore them and usually they dawned the parts of larger more dangerous beasts, such as the claws and skulls. That this mech was wearing the struts of smaller animals meant that Prowl was most likely dealing with a witch.

Prowl had always been told to never listen to a witch speak because they could cast spells with simple words thus part of Prowl’s training to be one of the tribes elite warriors was done completely deaf and blind. Their sensors would take over to direct their path from that point on and even though he was unarmed he could still fight hand to hand.

He frowned as he moved into an offensive stance waiting for the witch to make the first move only to be surprised when the mech smiled, turned and ran from the room. Prowl startled at the sudden move, not expecting the witch to run from him but couldn’t help the urge to chase them. Following the mech was not an easy feat in the dark especially in this maze of a structure and at one point he was sure he’d lost the mech only to hear a laugh down another path and the sway of a deteriorated mesh hanging in front of an opening of a potential room.

Prowl rushed down the path and through the cloth, tearing it down as he entered the room. His vents were coming in hard as he looked around the empty room for the witch only for his optics to stop at the dark space in the corner. Moving to a knee to peer closer, Prowl found a dark hole in the wall that he would have to crawl into because of its size.

Prowl stood up and stepped back away from the ominous space, he shouldn’t have chased the witch. He knew that now and he certainly wasn’t crawling into a hole he couldn’t see into. Optics scanned the room again before he backpedaled slowly out of the room and turned to find his way back out of the maze.

“Don’t go.”

Prowl stopped. The soft voice called to him and he couldn’t not turn away from it. He looked over his shoulder and back into the room to see the witch half out of the dark hole beckoning to him. He turned back fully to face the mech and approached slowly as though in a trance.

“Come catch me.”

The lilting voice drew him in as the witch disappeared back into the hole and this time Prowl followed. The hole led him through a fairly short tunnel that opened up into a spacious room that appeared to be the witch’s home. Candlelight illuminated the space; the candles wax having pulled around them keeping them in place while he saw more jars littered the few shelves and along the floor but these items were not abandoned like the ones above. There were also blades lining the walls most likely used in sacrificial rituals. A large nest of meshes lay in a pile in the far corner with a silk mesh hanging to partially obscure it and this is where he found the witch sitting.

The witch smiled causing Prowl to put up his guard as he finally realized he’d actually followed the mech down his rabbit hole. He shouldn’t be here he knew that much but he couldn’t risk turning his back on the witch now either. He had to kill the witch here and now before he hoped to leave.

Prowl glanced to the knives on the wall and before he could move for one, he found himself tumbling on his back into plush meshes. He groaned, feeling dizzy from the sudden shift and looked up to see the rusted ceiling and the witch hovering over him with a smile. He twitched and made a move to roll but found his frame unresponsive and when he attempted to speak the witch moved a claw over his lips.

“No talk.”

The claw slid down his chin and over his neck cables in an intimate caress. Prowl tried to flex his own claws but found he couldn’t even do that as the witch began to caress his entire frame; face, helm, neck, chest, everything and it wasn’t a harmful touch even though he knew he shouldn’t be letting this happen. He grit his denta and felt a bit of feeling come back to him as he clenched his servos but still no words made it past his lips.

Those claws were finally done exploring and now relieving him of what little gear he’s had left along with his meshes which again he couldn’t do anything about as he watched through narrowed optics. The witch was straddling his waist and apparently wasn’t willing to move to remove the meshes from his waist and instead merely slid them up to expose him. Prowl hissed as those servos stroked him gently which was starting to anger him as he didn’t like the idea of being toyed with and witches were infamous for playing with their prey.

The servos left him suddenly and made him worry for the worst but was instead rewarded with the sight of the witch undressing on top of him and while Prowl would have loved to have a mate as lovely as the mech astride his hips the fact that they were a witch killed the thought in its tracks. The veil shielding the mechs optics was removed last to reveal two pale optics, clearly useless and then Prowl recalled the old stories of witches and how they used to be regular tribesmechs until their tribes exiled them for being flawed or damaged. Blindness was considered a flaw and many a tribe would view those mechs as a waste of resources and no warrior would risk to take a damaged mech as their mate. The flawed were seen as weaker, lesser mechs that could never show their worth no matter how hard they’d tried. These ‘flawed’ and damaged mechs were believed to have turned to dark magic to try and remake themselves to be worthy of their tribes while other times it was believed to be done out of spite for those that abandoned them.

Prowl wondered which category this mech fell under. It was obvious with the way the mech moved his servos over his frame that they could not see but was very familiar with the surrounding area to traverse it quickly without running into anything. He was no longer clenching his servos which was something he didn’t officially notice until the mech was kissing him and his servos moved to cup the back of the witch’s helm under his taylu.

The witch appeared to like this as he cradled Prowl’s face in his servos, keeping them close. Prowl was actually having trouble catching his vents as the witch wasn’t letting up much in their kissing. Eventually the mech pulled away, leaving a string of oral lubricant between them as they parted. The servos were on him again, stroking and rubbing him, urging his frame to react against his will but then he felt something wet and warm brush over the head of his spike. Looking down he sees the witch lifting his own meshes from around their waist to show off their own intimates before grinding back down onto Prowl’s length.

He was certain that he was under a spell at this point but he knew the witch had ahold of him now. Prowl moaned as his spike pressurized against the mechs warm folds and with a little bit of positioning felt himself properly lined up to enter. The witch took deep vents as they lowered their frame onto Prowl’s length and hissed the further they got.

Prowl could feel the warmth of energon flowing down his length and came to the sudden realization that he was deflowering the witch. His hips jerked up harshly and suddenly, startling the witch enough for them to cut off a scream, but it would be better the faster they did this. He could still move his servos and arms so did so and moved one servo to the mechs face to brush away the tears while he moved the other around the mechs waist. Prowl kissed the witch willingly of his own accord as he rocked them back and forth gently at first until the mech became used to the sensation. The simple grinding of their arrays had them both coming undone as the witch wrapped his arms around Prowl’s shoulders and under his sensory panels. When he finally overloaded and spilled inside of the mech he felt his processor begin to clear as he recalled the situation he was in but apparently the witch came to the same realization as the next thing he knew was the mechs servo covering his optics and nothing else.

When Prowl came to again he found himself back in the room he’d started in. The jars were still untouched except for the already broken ones but nothing seemed out of place. Glancing down he found his gear and meshes back where they should be but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d done something he shouldn’t have.

Hesitantly he got up from the floor and exited the open room to find the path out when a sound caught his attention. It was a sound of pain, as though someone was trying to keep quiet about it. Sensory panels flickered up and directed him where to go and lead him down another path that led to a mostly open room. Torn meshes flowed in the night breeze and partially obscured the figure hunched down in the middle of the room.

Prowl hid behind a wall and peered around trying to get a good look at the mech. The mechs frame lurched and shuttered as they coughed up some odd black fluid and at the back of Prowl’s processor he knew that he recognized this mech.

The mech screamed and tossed their helm back as the scream morphed into an animalistic roar that sent shivers down Prowl’s spinal struts. The frame morphed, struts snapping and bleeding as they rebuilt themselves into something bigger and stronger and when it finally stood it had the skull of a cyberwolf, long claws made up its servos while it stood on two digitigrade clawed pedes while taylu streamed from its helm in varying lengths along with the black liquid it was coughing up moments ago flowing over its frame. When the creature looked up it seemed to know exactly where Prowl was and met his optics instantly and Prowl would never forget those pale optics even if he tried.

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Jazz grunted as he was thrown across the room to crash through several vases that he was sure had to be antiques. He rolled forward on instinct for the nearest cover to catch his bearings before he peered over the coffin he found himself taking cover behind.

The mech across the room looked angry and Jazz wasn’t sure why he was so angry, he wasn’t the one who just got thrown across a room.

“Clearly ya’re angry, so maybe we can jus’ talk?” Jazz tried, a little skeptical that the angry vampire in the room would respond but it was worth a shot.

“What’s to talk about hunter?” The mech growled and Jazz could just see his sensory panels raising in a threat display. “You trespassed on my territory.”

Jazz shrugged to himself and muttered quietly, “If ya wanna call a crypt your territory.”

“I heard that.”

Jazz frowned and glared over the coffin, “Is this the part where ya tell me tha’ this is your bedroom or somethin’?” Taking a chance, the visored mech left cover and aimed his crossbow at the vampire only to be slammed back against the wall.

His servo was caught in a crushing grip which caused him to drop his weapon but he still had a few tricks up his armor. In the next instant the visored mech had a dagger out and was slashing the vampire over the chest. He cursed as he barely scratched the mech with it, the vampire having moved just enough to miss the worst of the blow.

“Fast,” the vampire remarked before capturing Jazz’s other wrist with another clawed servo, “but not fast enough.”

Jazz grunted as the vampire pressed him against the crypt wall and moved his fangs a bit too close to his throat cables for the smaller’s liking and blurted out the first thing he could think of, trying to stall for time, “Shouldn’t ya take meh on a date first mech? Ah mean ah don’t even know your name.”

The vampire paused suddenly at the odd statement and chose to humor the little hunter, “My designation is Prowl.” He chuckled darkly as his fangs lengthened, “And you are dinner.”

“That’s quite the fittin’ name ya got there, Prowl,” and just as soon as the name left his mouth Jazz felt a sudden tug at his spark followed shortly by an answering pulse from the field pressed intimately against his own.

Jazz found his jaw dropping open in shock as the vampire, no, Prowl stared back with the same look of shock if not a bit of horror mixed in, “Aw, frag me.”

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It was too late. Jazz realized that now as he sat alone in the abandoned city streets. The war had swept most areas leaving husks of once great structures behind. His kind had taken advantage of the weak and unsuspecting mechs to feed their endless hunger leaving ghost towns in their wake.

The war hadn’t really stopped to notice that their once potential recruits were now gone, eaten by the machine called the cycle of life. They were cybertronian’s too after all, if only born with a different kind of hunger for life.

He looked down at all of his remaining friends line up in a mostly neat row. His sharp denta gleamed with energon as he smiled down at them with a new haze in his optics. He was hungry again but he’d never eat his friends. No! They were all he had left even as they stared back in silence with slack expressions.

The crystal that surrounded his spark shuttered and creaked as his tanks tried to absorb something that wasn’t there. He whined and crouched over, touching his helm to the ground. This gaping hunger was just too much to bare alone.

Taylu spread out over his back and shoulders, some in pieces dripping energon and gore down his spinal struts from when he couldn’t take it anymore. If he devoured himself he wouldn’t have to eat his friends, right?

The sound of a ship passing overhead and then circling to land vaguely caught his attention as he tried to stamp down on his impending doom.

“We have a survivor over here!” A mech shouted a little bit away, shining a light in his direction. Cloudy optics slowly looked over as pedesteps grew closer and his impending doom slowly went away as a fresh frame full of energon and protoflesh came into view.

He staggered upright with a disjointed laugh and the pedesteps came to a stop but he could still hear another set further behind this mech, still approaching.

“What the-“ the mech cut himself off as he took in the sight of Jazz’s friends or what was left of them. Three helms sat mostly untouched with stares ranging from horror to fear on them, “Isn’t that the missing Ops team?”

He laughed again not hearing their words only feeling the need to eat as his tanks cramped up. He lunged at the first mech taking him by somewhat surprise but not enough to get a killing blow in. The mech blasted a hole through his stomach before Jazz could clamp down on the mechs throat and tear.

His wound was great but it would heal quickly if he could just eat something! The mechblood on his glossa kickstarted self repair enough to move for the other approaching mech, tackling him to the ground. This one was a screamer which he would typically find funny but currently couldn’t find it in himself to care as he ripped the mechs vocoder out. He didn’t care that energon hit him in the face as he dove in, jaws open to bite and tear at his prey.

The hunger was dimming the more he ate and slowly he moved away. There would be enough left for a few days and his frame was already mending from the plasma blast and the damage he’d caused to himself.

Feeling refreshed he loped into one of the buildings that had a busted solvent pipe and a pool of solvent below it to tell anyone that didn’t know, what it was. He splashed some solvent over his face and frame trying to clean up a bit before heading up to the top floor to where he left his lover.

He purred and slinked onto the roof of the building where he left the other and curled lovingly around him. He was sad that the color had left his frame and ruby chevron in particular so he had tried his best to re-paint it for him.

Pulling the mechs face up to meet his own he smiled lovingly before pressing a kiss to the cold lips, “I’ll love you forever, my spark.”

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Prowl stared ahead impassively while Ironhide frowned at his side.

“Ah still don’t understand why we need this mechs help,” Ironhide grumbled to Prowl as they followed a mech that was crawling on all fours like a mechanimal.

“We needed a tracker,” Prowl answered back evenly not put off by the red mechs attitude.

“We have good trackers back at base,” Ironhide argued back, crossing his arms and glared at the trackers ‘handler’. He switched to comms so the mech wouldn’t hear though was pretty sure the stranger knew that Ironhide didn’t like him. He’d been very vocal about it when Prowl enlisted the mechs services.

:: Ah don’t trust that mech. A neutral with an enslaved mech used as a tracker? no way this mech’s neutral::

Prowl tilted his helm that went unnoticed by anyone who didn’t know him but Ironhide saw it. ::Most likely he’s a decepticon sympathizer, but I believe he will lead us to our goal before triggering his trap::

Ironhide has to keep himself from outwardly balking. ::And we’re just gonna let him?:: He was met with silence and a twitch at the corner of Prowl’s mouth. The mech was smirking at him. ::You have backup on standby don’t ya:: it came out as a statement because he knew what that look meant.

He turned his attention back to the mech moving quickly across the ground. A visor and facemask obscured the mechs face though the neutral ensured that the mask was in place for everyone’s safety. The weighted mag cuffs on the mechs wrists also forced him to all fours which again they were told was for their safety. A collar was fastened around their neck where a chain was secured and held by RoadDust.

From what he could tell the mech was Polyhexian framed. The sensory horns this mech sported were a very distinctive style and trait of the frame type while visors were also a key feature as the region itself didn’t get much light from Cybertron’s suns thus the mechs from Polyhex tended to have light sensitive optics and took to wearing visors to protect them.

The mech, RoadDust; or so they were told, was the handlers designation, had assured them that the mech cuffed and chained was not a slave but a pet. Ironhide had met Prowl’s optics after being told that and were in unspoken agreement that they would free the mech once their target was found. Optimus would most likely have blown a gasket if he had heard the handlers statement of the crawling mechs status.

Sensory horns lifted as they picked up the sound of movement that none of them could detect and moved in that direction until they came to a clearing with a mech bound in the center.

::Definately a trap:: Ironhide groused.

::Really? I couldn’t tell:: Prowl shot back in a flat tone, expression stoic as ever.

::Oh, now you joke?:: Ironhide grunted and moved to pull out his guns just as the handler turned back to them with his pistol already aimed on them.

“I’m sorry gentlemechs but this is where the trail ends, so if you’d please cooperate, no one will get hurt,” RoadDust smirked, using his gun to gesture them to move toward the bound mech.

::Do as he says for now:: Prowl instructed the weapons specialist as they both moved forward to be on either side of the bound mech.

“Bumblebee, are you injured?” Prowl asked when they were at his side.

The yellow minibot shook his helm in the negative, “I’m good, don’t think I can transform though.”

“Servos where I can see them,” the handler called out.

Ironhide frowned, obstinate at first before he complied.

Both turned, servos raised and faced their guide turned captor.

“Now then, one of you will sadly have to offline here and I believe Soundwave said that Megatron wanted his previous weapons specialist and tactical head back for a little chat, so sorry kid,” the mech said with a shrug before he removed the facemask from the Polyhexian’s face but did not let go of the chain.

“You two, step back,” RoadDust ordered, pistol still aimed at them.

Bumblebee did not flinch as they left his side and the visored mech approached before stopping just in front of him now sitting back on his haunches.

None of them knew what to expect, so when the mechs jaw split and unhinged to reveal a row of sharp denta they all felt their armor clamp down. Ironhide moved first to tackle the chained mech, narrowly avoiding a shot from the handler.

Prowl was second and pulled his own rifle and shot the pistol out of RoadDust’s servo when he wasn’t paying attention to him any longer.

The mech hissed, holding his servo that now sported a hole that grew from the acid pellet. “Kill them!” He shouted at his ‘pet’ who was trying to bite through the heavy armor on Ironhide’s arm.

Prowl made quick work of Bumblebee’s cuffs as several huntsmechs leapt from cover. Backup was quick to respond, jumping into the fray to beat them back.

“Damnit! This was supposed to be easy,” RoadDust growled under his breath as he tried to back out of the fight unseen except that Ironhide was watching him and tossed the carnivorous mech at him once he unlatched his jaw from his arm.

“Here, you forgot something!”

RoadDust blanched white as the Polyhexian smacked into him and was quick to latch onto neck cabling. He screamed as he pinged the mechs collar to shock him which only seamed to make it bite harder until he snapped through the main strut, breaking the mechs neck and cutting vital lines to the processor.

He was effectively paralyzed as his pet tore into him with much vigor, traumatizing several nearby and making the other huntmechs, still there, flee for their own lives.

“We should kill it,” Ironhide announced as the rest of them were left to watch.

Prowl frowned, “It would be best…but Optimus would not approve.”

Bumblebee frowned, knowing exactly what he meant, “If we just leave, it could attack anyone anywhere.”

Ironhide growled as Prowl moved closer until he was at its side, but it merely glanced at him as it ate.

Delicately, he grabbed one of it’s wrists, pulled out a laser lock pick and picked the lock. The cuff fell heavily to the ground, startling the mech and making everyone nearby twitch for weapons.

The mech turned to him, gore dripping from his mouth and frame and offered the other cuff to Prowl. He picked that one as well before finally unlocking the one around his neck.

“Are you going to attack us?” Prowl finally asked as the mech continued to stare.

It glanced around with narrowed visor light at everyone before meeting Prowl’s optics again. The mech gave no verbal response before shooting forward to clamp onto the junction between Prowl’s throat and shoulder.

Everyone aimed their weapons and Ironhide was moving in.

“Stop!” Prowl shouted, servo out to stop Ironhide’s approach. He winced at the fangs tearing into him but he had a gamble to make and hoped it was the right call.

Prowl bit the other hard on the neck, his own shorter fangs breaking through the armorless protoform there and drawing energon.

The mech stilled and tried to pull away but Prowl kept ahold of him with his own denta, digging into to make sure he left a mark. He didn’t release his grip until he felt the mechs frame shaking.

Pulling back he could see a look of awe on the mechs face before a warm flush came over its face and it smiled at him. When he made to stand, the mech followed him, no energonlust in its field, just pure joy as it watched him.

One of the medics they’d brought as backup stepped up to treat Prowl’s bleeding wound and earned a growl from the Polyhexian. Prowl put a servo on the gore covered mechs shoulder, stopping him from moving and was rewarded with the mechs complete obedience.

“You will accept treatment next, and you will not attack anyone here,” Prowl ordered and after a couple of kliks received a nod in the affirmative.

::You really know how ta pick em’ Prowl:: Ironhide grunted over comm. clearly not amused by the turn of events.

::I always liked them rough around the edges:: Prowl deadpanned.

::And a little unhinged:: the red mech snorted. ::You get ta explain this ta Prime::

::As usual:: He answered back, ending the conversation and pulled out a cloth and began cleaning the mechs face. “It would be best to clean you up before returning to base…Do you have a designation?”

The mech went still as Prowl tilted his helm about, cleaning up his mouth and face, “It’s Jazz.” The mech answered in a hoarse voice clearly not having spoken in a long time.

Prowl nodded, “Jazz, welcome to the autobots.”

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Optimus was the first to greet them on their return, followed shortly by Ratchet who shoved the Prime out of the way to access the damages. One look at the quick patch job to Prowl’s throat had the already irate medic glaring tenfold.

Ratchet marched over to the SIC and peeled back the bandage to see the damage before placing it back with all the calm in the world before exploding on the mech, “Why the slag does it look like you were mauled by a mechanimal?!”

Prowl stared ahead, silent while not missing how everyone in the group looked to the smiling mech at his side.

Ratchet followed their stares to the small unassuming mech that he’d never seen before and then to the bandage on his neck as well. He pushed Prowl to the side which was comedic to everyone but the Praxian who glared over his shoulder at the red and white mech.

“Who are you?” Ratched growled while checking under his bandage too and paused before removing it completely.

The wound that Prowl had inflicted was healed completely.

“Jazz!” The mech piped up, voice still a bit strained as he felt his neck for the injury and frowned before grinning wickedly at Prowl, “You’ll have ta do better nex’ time.”

Everyone but Prowl, Ratchet, and Optimus took a collective step back at the sinister tone and sharp denta.

Ratchet frowned and looked at Prowl, “Am I missing something?”

“No,” Prowl answered not meeting his gaze and instead turned to the Prime who was staring at the new mech, intrigued, “Optimus, I need to speak to you in private.”

Blue optics met his amber ones, “Oh? Is this about…” he trailed off and glanced at Jazz.

“Yes-!” He started but Ratchet was quick to cut him off.

“No! You’re going to medbay before that gets infected. The newbie can talk to Optimus alone,” Ratchet groused as he grabbed Prowl’s arm and began to tug him away.

Ironhide twitched, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Bumblebee and everyone else, nodding adamantly in response.

Optimus stared at his troops and the frantic nervous looks they kept shooting at Jazz. It became crystal clear to the Prime that this mech must have been a Decepticon, but with how casual Prowl seemed he could only assumed he was switching sides as his SIC hadn’t demanded he instantly go to the brig.

He put a servo out to halt any protests, “I assure you I have dealt with mechs like this before and I will be fine.”

Prowl stared in horror as Ratchet tried to drag him away. Was Optimus naive or just playing dumb? “Optimus, wai-!” Prowl tried to call out only for Ratchet to smack him in the back of the helm, knocking him out cold.

“You can talk to Optimus after I’m done,” he muttered to himself, ducking his helm under one of the Praxian’s arms, “Ironhide come help me!” He shouted at the red mech who looked torn between leaving Optimus alone and helping Ratchet carry Prowl. The glare he shot at the weapons specialist had the mech deciding quickly and rushing to help, “Optimus is a big mech, he can take care of himself.”

Ironhide glanced back as Optimus lead the visored mech away, “I sure hope so.” He saw a few mechs trailing them from behind so he felt a little better, though once he dropped Prowl off he’d be down there in a sparkpulse with them.

—

Optimus stared at his SIC, servos steepled as he processed the last few joors. Ratchet and Ironhide sat either side of the Praxian having been brought in since they also became involved.

Turning his back in his office to an ex-decepticon had always been a test of trust but turning to find a split jawed horror lunging at him was almost more than he could take.

Self preservation kept him from feinting as he blocked the mechs gaping maw with his arm only for it to crunch sickeningly under the force. He couldn’t bite all the way through but he’d caused some damage and knew when to try different avenues.

He’d lost an audio antenna in one swipe of sharp claws, his battle mask had a deep gouge in it and the mech had latched onto a shoulder from behind.

That was how Ironhide had found him and between the two of them, they struggled. Jazz was clearly stronger than he looked and rather slippery as he repeated slipped from their hold to tear into both of them piece by piece. A frantic comm. to Ratchet had the medic forcefully pulling Prowl from his forced nap and both barging into the now energon slicked office.

Prowl had shot him the evilest glare as he jumped onto the small mechs back and bit down hard on Jazz’s neck, causing the mech to release an audio splitting screach. Optimus heard cables snap and a crunch from plates breaking.

Suddenly it was like they weren’t even there as Jazz stopped everything to give his SIC a longing stare that screamed ‘frag me’ though maybe it was more of ‘bite me some more’.

Jazz was now in a forced stasis that Ratchet had induced the moment the mech wasn’t trying to bite anyone anymore.

“You should have killed it,” Optimus stated flatly.

Everyone in the room stared in shock.

“You’re joking,” Prowl stated in a flat tone.

Ironhide snorted, “What happened to ‘freedom is the right of all sentient beings’”.

“Beings of Primus, to be more exact. That is a being off Unicron,” Optimus said primly, not meeting their optics.

“Harsh,” Ironhide barked darkly, “So you volunteering?”

Optimus stared, “Not necessarily…”

“We saved him from slavery. Yes, he isn’t normal but he didn’t deserve being caged nor does he deserve being put down like a mechanimal,” Prowl stated, surprising himself at the same time.

“You’re right, he’s not normal, but I don’t think that’s his choice,” Ratchet said softly, frown still on his face as he crossed his arms, “He likes Prowl apparently. As long as Prowl’s around he probably won’t attack anyone else.”

“Not necessarily,” Prowl muttered.

Ratchet glared, “This about you ‘needn’ to do better’?” He repeated Jazz’s words to him, “Probably wants a scar.”

Everyone stared at him.

“Excuse me?” Optimus asked with an owlish stare.

“He wants Prowl to leave a mark, but he has very good nanites that close him up pretty good,” Ratchet met the Praxian’s optics, “We can get you some fang and claw mods and you should be good.”

Prowl groaned and rubbed his forehelm. He could feel a crash coming on.

“What do we do with him after that?” Ironhide questioned before verbalizing his thoughts, “He’s not much of a tank for the frontlines, nor does he seem like a sharpshooter.”

Prowl stared blankly at the floor before smirking, “I know where he can go.”

—

Bumblebee and Mirage waited patiently in the hangar bay door for their new partner. The Ops commander had told them he was a newbie and that this would be his first mission.

“It’s a bit weird that we’re bringing a new recruit to Darkmount for their first mission,” Mirage mused aloud with an annoyed frown on his face.

Bumblebee huffed, “At least you don’t have sparklingsitting duty. You’re just gonna disappear on me the moment we get there.”

Mirage smirked, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The door opened up behind them and Prowl walked in, servos behind his back and all business.

Mirage barely gave him a glance while Bumblebee tensed.

“Bumblebee, Mirage. Please welcome your new partner, Jazz,” Prowl stated as though he were telling the weather while the Polyhexian framed mech stepped forward. A scar that stretched down the side of the mechs neck and under his shoulder armor was clearly visible.

Bumblebee’s armor clamped down as he looked into that pale visor while Mirage gave the yellow mech a confused look.

Jazz’s face split into a grin, “Nice ta meet ya.” He walked passed the two Ops mechs and toward the waiting ship leaving them alone with the SIC.

“You know the drill,” Prowl stated before turning to go.

“Wait! What are we supposed to do with…”Bumblebee trailed off not sure how to continue.

“Hey, hurry up! Ah’m starvin’!” Jazz called out, helm peeking around from the ship entrance.

“Shouldn’t he have already topped up?” Mirage questioned, now even more confused.

Bumblebee stared in horror before looking back at the Praxian’s back.

Prowl smirked, “Do what you do best…” he turned to meet the yellow mechs optics, “Improvise.”

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The crate was no larger than a fully grown mech which was terrible considering the size of the creature that was supposed to be inside. Prowl stood back as the crate was lowered, water sloshing out as it swayed gently in the air before being settled fully on the ground.

He frowned when the courier mech nervously walked over to him with a clipboard and stylus, wanting the Praxian’s signature so he could escape.

“Open it,” he called out to his employees who swiftly complied in prying the top off.

The chevroned mech frowned at the couriers skittishness before walking passed him completely to view the contents of the box.

Inside was the creature they’d been told about but in a poor state of repair. It’s tail was cramped up, looped inside the box several times around its own frame so it could fit properly. Cuts also could be seen along its torso and tail, some worse than others.

It hissed at them when they moved to inspect but otherwise remained fairly docile which Prowl found surprising up until he felt the freezing temperature of the water.

“Catalogue what you can of the injuries,” the Praxian instructed as he headed for the courier who was trying not to cower under Prowl’s glare, “Your boss better have a good explanation.”

-

Jazz hissed as his frame was poked and prodded but was otherwise helpless with how sluggish he felt from the cold setting in. He was much more accustomed to warm temperatures with either sand or mud to burrow into and until he could find that he would have to suffer through.

The bipedal mechs moved his limbs and tail around, holding them still for several kliks before releasing them. They also groped him rather inappropriately at one point which earned a swipe of his claws at glacier speed. He grumbled irritable and hungry as the mechs finally appeared to finish up and suddenly threw a heating blanket over him, much to his surprise and delight.

Jazz purred at the sudden warmth and noticed the mechs had stopped paying attention to him after several kliks and began to converse over the datapads in their servos. Looking around to see if anyone else was paying attention, Jazz slowly slithered out of the crate and through one the open bay doors.

To his surprise large tanks filled with different mineral enriched waters filled the bay, the colors of which giving away just what sort of water he was looking at.

He slither-crawled along the floor looking for the right tank to maybe take a rest and find a meal but was stopped by one of the occupants banging against the tank he had just passed. Glancing back he found a rather angry looking mer. Accessing the features he found the other to be a close breed of shakticon and clearly wasn’t happy to see Jazz wandering freely, not that the other really could even if he wanted to so Jazz chose to ignore the mer.

His tanks whined at him suddenly and caused an ache through his still injured frame. He grumbled to himself aggravated as the mer beat against the glass again, making his audios pound. This time Jazz decided to humor the mer and swiftly climbed up the side of the tank, the slime along his tail and servos helping him stick to the glass until he tumbled into the water.

It was rather funny to see a sharkticon surprised but not as funny as it was to see the mer realize that Jazz wasn’t his prey.

—

Prowl returned after filing the appropriate paperwork against the couriers boss and only to find the courier had already left and his coworkers were looking around skittishly.

“What happened?” He demanded after several kliks of silence.

“Well...” the femme trailed off as she motioned to the crate which Prowl soon learned to be empty.

Sensory panels shot up more concerned by where the mer could have wandered rather than angry at his employees for not paying attention. Upon closer inspection though, there was a clear water trail from where the mer had crawled from the crate.

Looking back at his employees in question, none would meet his optics. Prowl frowned at this as he traced the trail to where the mer had wandered and went a ways into the bay nearby but then stopped suddenly at one of the tanks.

Prowl frowned as he glanced at the tank to see a sticky handprint level with his head. Optics followed the print and subsequent trail from the mers tail as it went up to the top of the tank where it no doubt fell in.

Sensory panels snapped to attention when he registered which tank he was next. The water was too murky from the clear fight that had to transpire when the mer tumbled inside the carnivorous mers tank and Barricade was very territorial.

It wasn’t safe to send divers in, while the mer had no problems with Prowl after being punched squarely in the maw, his employees weren’t so lucky and with the dust up of minerals obscuring everything, no one wanted to be accidental dinner.

He moved around the tank hoping to see something as the obvious sounds of mers swimming around aggressively could be heard from outside the tank. His workers joined him in trying to spot either of the mers while one came up with a shock stick.

It wasn’t unheard of, shocking the mers to knock them out quickly for when they had to move aggressive mers from the tanks to clean. Prowl took the shock stick as he scaled the stairs along the side of the tank. Once at the top he tapped the edge of the tank with the stick to get their attention though he still could only see slight shadows of where the two were. There was a distinct noise that sounded a lot like a crunch and suddenly the water was colored a dark magenta. Prowl frowned and swiftly turn the shock stick on in the water and watched as the electricity ran over the water once then twice before turning it off.

The sounds inside the tank had ceased so Prowl handed the shock stick off to one of the others before activating his breathing mods for underwater swimming and entered the tank to fetch the wayward mer. The stirrup was beginning to settle and only the magenta still obscured the two mers inside.

He came across Barricade first, recognizing the mers purple and black scales and fin shape, he was easy to distinguish except that he was now bleeding heavily from a bite wound in the throat. Upon closer inspection Prowl was pretty certain that the mer wouldn’t make it as his fins were beginning to gray at the tips. He pulled him up to the surface anyway to hand off to the other employees to work on in case he could be saved before resubmerging to find the other.

Upon finding the mer he only saw a few scratches but he could distinctly see a chunk of Cade’s throat that the mer had ripped from the bigger carnivorous mer.

White optics flashed to Prowl as the mer shook himself of the stasis and lunged for him. Prowl was able to dash to the side with his mods but was still much slower than a mer that could maneuver effortlessly through water, which it did. The fin mods he had did help him to a point though and did keep him just out of reach of the apparent, recently discovered, carnivorous mer.

He swam upward towards the surface while trying to keep a fix on the mer that was still hot on his heels before coming to a sudden stop and slammed one pede into the mers face. The shock and pain were clearly evident in the way the mers tail seemed to run into the rest of the mers torso which had halted completely from the impact while fresh energon flowed around its face.

From there Prowl was able to haul the stunned mer to the surface where his employees helped him out of the tank with the mer who was also clearly pretty durable as it only appeared that Prowl had just bloodied the mers nasal ridge with his kick and it didn’t even look broken. Prowl made sure the mer was sedated before they moved him further and also noticed that Barricade was now completely grayed. He frowned deciding he would deal with that later while he needed to figure out what they would be doing with their newest problem-mer first as it would clearly not be good to put the mer in an open tank nor would it be wise to put it with other mers.

Prowl frowned as he ruminated on what to do with it before recalling an old tank they’d had sitting vacant since it’s purchase. The mer it was intended for had unexpectedly mated one of its fellow mers it was sharing a tank with much to everyone’s bewilderment as they were two different species. One was carnivorous and the other herbivorous and their progeny turned out to be a perfect mix of the two.

The tank had sat empty since then but now it would have to do for their newest mer. The tank bottom was filled with black grains before they added a large log to act as cover for the mer. Prowl had found most mers wanting some sense of privacy while they were stuck in their tanks and didn’t see a reason not to give them that. A few of the mers there were ones going extinct and were there in an attempt to get them to ‘boost’ their population while others had been injured by boats or poachers and were there to recuperate before be released.

Their latest member had been a part of a mer smuggling ring. Reports and evidence showed that it was in black market fights and abused by the ‘caretakers’ there in more than one way. Prowl growled at the report his employees had put together over the mers state. Physical and mental trauma were clearly high on the list to be addressed after the mer had gotten a proper rest.

They lowered the mer into the tank and let it sink to the bottom as it came to sluggishly and looked around briefly before slowly moving to hide under the log.

Prowl nodded in approval before meeting the white optics of the mer shining through the dark shadows under its cover. He knew, this one was going to be trouble.

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Glitch

He’d had to quit playing that game after that last achievement. Something about it made him feel uncomfortable but truly there were all sorts of other realms he could still partake in rather than monopolize his free time with that one VR.

Prowl had taken to a few new realms, each more exotic than the other but each time he checked one out he would see him. Or at least he thought it was him. Jazz, the AI from the wildling VR. He always looked different so Prowl wasn’t sure how he knew but that smile just felt too familiar.

The AI had made contact with him which at first wasn’t a big deal until he began to realm jump and found himself noticing Jazz in almost every other realm. That was eerie.

“He’s in every realm,” Prowl had said to a co-worker that also partook in several games as well.

The mech frowned and hummed in thought, “That shouldn’t be possible. The realms you’ve been in are by different creators. The chances that they all share AI’s for their maintenance is slim…could be a glitch.” The mech finally settled on.

Prowl hadn’t been excited by the suggestion. Glitches were known for causing all sorts of problems in realms, some known to cause actual processor trauma to the players.

He’d decided after that to take a break from the realms and chose to stay in his berths main lobby where the processor could typically rest and unwind from the days stress where as the VR’s kept the processor fully active.

He sighed as he looked around his neat lobby. Everything was white but would shift to blues and purples depending on how one looked at it. The floors, walls, and little furniture he had all shared the same shade of white and from his relaxed position on his berth looked a light blue color.

His processor and digital frame unwound from the days work and problems. A curtain fluttered softly in the wind and the Praxian recalled he had no windows in his lobby. Prowl paused and unshuddered his optics to look around again and hadn’t seen it at first but saw it now and froze. A dark figure stood in his lobby in the corner, obscured by the curtain that hung over a window that didn’t belong there. Once he spotted it, it shifted into motion.

He was pinned to the berth by a set of servos and frame sitting on his chest. A second pair of servos gently grasped his face as the familiar face of Jazz moved closer.

“Pr~oWl,” the tone was off and glyphs were glitched. The mech was different now. He still had the same face but his visor was cracked and broken, revealing one dark optic with a piercing white ring of light watching him. That grin that had been always teasing now held a sinister air to it. His frame was not right, he had two sets of arms, his horns curved up and out like broken crystal branches. He couldn’t quite see his legs but he could feel an extra joint that shouldn’t be there, digging into his sides.

“J-Jazz!?” He gasped out as one servo closed around his throat. This was his lobby! He should be stronger than any user that were to enter and yet he had no strength. His processor felt fuzzy and not in control but he had to get out! He needed to log out!

Prowl shuttered his optics and took a deep vent to center himself so he could initiate the disconnect.

“PrOwl,” Jazz called him again in a distorted sweet voice.

He found the disconnect and triggered it, unshuttering his optics one last time and saw that optic and grin closer than before.

Everything cut to black.

Prowl jerked upright in his berth, jerking the berth connection harshly as he did so to disconnect it. The twinge and headache was worth it to get away from that feeling of desperation that seemed to be leaking from Jazz into him.

It only made sense that Jazz was a glitch and that he would need to called a tech to remove it so he could plug back in to at least defrag during recharge.

—

Blaster was more than willing to help and was able to debug everything and update his virus protection with minimal effort.

Prowl would owe him drinks later but that wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.

It hadn’t even been a full day when he’d called Blaster that the mech had everything fixed which Prowl was thankful for.

Plugging back in for recharge was to say nerve wracking. There was the thought that Jazz would still be there waiting for him but when he’d entered his lobby, everything was back to normal. No window, no curtain and no dark figures in the corners or anywhere.

He invited Blaster to his lobby for some processor games and discussion. The tech wanted to talk about the few things he’d found while debugging Prowl’s berth set up and he was willing to listen even if most of the jargon went over his helm.

It wasn’t till Blaster was about to leave that he’d felt a sense of unease.

“Ya know Ah never found the glitch you were talking about,” Blaster said in passing, about to log out.

“No?” Prowl questioned, unsure how he felt about that little revelation.

“Nope!” The orange mech replied, popping the P. “Ah gotta get though, meetin’ up with a mech I met in the Cyberhex realm,” he explained before signing out of Prowl’s lobby.

Prowl was still a bit concerned that Jazz might be in his lobby. He ended up having a distressed and unrelaxing recharge that night yet nothing ever happened. Jazz had not appeared and even when he ventured back out to other realms, he no longer saw the visored AI.

Things were beginning to go back to normal and he was finally relaxing again. Prowl returned to several realms but never the Wildling one, still worried Jazz might be skulking in there.

So when he got an invite to Cyberhex from Blaster to join his party for some raids, Prowl had thought nothing of it. He usually soloed most of the realms but had been invited to other mechs parties for big events that held big rewards that could not be achieved on one’s own.

Cyberhex was a fairly new realm that held a dark landscape with fell demons and the like occupying it but had an odd twist of neon lights making the cities and mechs glow with ethereal lights. It was interesting in a post apocalyptic meets night life kind of way.

Prowl had started playing after hearing Blaster mention it and found it reminiscent of the Wildling realm, minus having to care for your tribe. The most common similarity was the two cyberfu’s he acquired as companions. They were close in design but their skeletal structures were visible through their hides and glowed in neon blue and green respectively. He didn’t think the creature was that common to put in multiple realms but he hadn’t researched the creator of this one either.

Jazz hadn’t shown up so that was still a plus in his datapad.

The raid with Blaster was going relatively well as their party battled through a dark castle that looked exploded from the inside. Large structures floated in mid air as though in mid explosion which made traversing the area not that simple.

Checking the map, they were coming up to the center of the castle where several other parties were also headed. That this mission was open to all parties at the same time must have meant this would be a difficult fight.

So, party fully healed and buffed, they entered the center chamber of the castle through a floating arch and charged into battle. Well, most of them did. Prowl had stopped the moment they’d passed through the arch and had seen Jazz standing in the center of the room, crystal horns larger this time and now riddled with impaled players.

“YoU cAme,” Jazz’s voice rang out sounding pleased as he dismantled a player as though it were nothing, sending armor, parts, and energon flying only to freeze and float in the air like another macabre decoration in the room.

Jazz chuckled darkly and reached out for him. The gap between them was suddenly nonexistent as space distorted and Prowl was now in reach. Four servos grasped his frame and Prowl disconnected.

Amber optics flashed open, vents coming out hard as he sat up back in his berth in the real world. He unplugged and rushed to the washrack, splashed cold solvent on his face as he tried to calm down. He looked in the mirror and felt his lines run cold as Jazz stood behind him in the reflection.

Sensory panels detected nothing and when he turned, he was alone. Looking back at the mirror, Jazz was closer, now in front of him as though he were going to break the glass.

Prowl fled the washrack and tried to comm. Blaster only for a chat window to pop up instead. He froze. The chat window only popped up when you were stilled plugged in to the recharge port, but when Prowl looked around he didn’t see his lobby but his apartment. He ran to the door and opened it, only to find his apartment entranceway on the other side, mirrored from where he stood.

He was still plugged in and he couldn’t find the commands to disconnect.

Prowl felt a chill run down his spinal struts as he felt four cold clawed servos dancing over his shoulders from behind and he knew that if he turned around that face would be there grinning at him.

“PrO-Wwl~” Jazz’s sinister sweet voice sang in his audio.

Chapter Text

Praxus was falling. Buildings were crumbling overhead while crystals shattered along the streets making for a treacherous way out. Enforcers raced back and forth through the streets from storefront to hotel, calling for everyone to evacuate. Elderly were being carried by the strong as mechs screamed in terror as their world fell around them. War was coming, that’s what the news outlets said, but no, it was already here.

Praxus had never spoken for either side, better to stay neutral and out of the way, yet here they were. The first to be under such an attack.

Prowl ushered mechs through gaps in rubble after the flyers dropping the bombs had already passed. Pieces of buildings and crystal lay everywhere, making it impossible to transform for quicker motion. The border mechs were taking mechs into underground bunkers in hopes of safety. The worst that could happen at this point was for a flyer to see the bunkers and drop a bomb on top of them. It would have to be more than one to breach the walls of the bunker and Prowl wasn’t sure how many but could only hope they wouldn’t be seen.

He ran back along the cities edge, scouting for other survivors that needed help. He saw none. Body parts lay in the rubble coated in a layer of dust, blending into the landscape. He felt the urge to purge but forced it away and made to turn back for the bunker when a piece of a building toppled onto the path before him, blocking his way. He couldn’t even see over it and the stirrup of dust wasn’t helping as it forced him to turn back the way he came.

Prowl knew there was an older bunker not too far away, but it’s condition? Unknown. He was making a gamble and this was his best option lest a seeker spot him and reveal the bunkers where a lot of citizens were currently hunkered down.

He found the opening, it was old and rusted and could pass for a entrance for an old sub. Prowl gripped the wheel firmly and turned it. It was stiff from lack of use but he was determined. It began to give as he could hear the seekers coming back for another strafing run.

The hatch opened and he slipped inside, closing and locking the hatch before he descended the ladder. He was halfway down when a loud boom rocked the area and caused metal to give in unexpected ways. Such as the metal rungs he was currently using. The ones under his servos bent but the ones under his pedes completely unhinged from the wall from rusty screws and too much force from the outside.

His spark froze in his chest as his grip slipped and he fell. It was like falling in slow motion and there was nothing he could do to stop it or speed it up. Prowl could see cracks in some of the walls and dust knocked loose from the explosions above. The dust filled his vents and obscured his vision and he could only hope the ground was close by.

When he landed there was pain and then darkness.

~

Coming to, he felt sluggish and then he felt pain. A searing pain to be precise, centered around a spot in his side and when he reached down to feel it, Prowl’s servo brushed over a metal obstruction that shouldn’t be there.

He choked back sour energon as he looked down at his frame. His helm was pounding and his frame overall looked not so bad except for the metal pipe he was impaled on. The positioning for removal was terrible and not recommended. There was no doctor around and the chances of him bleeding to death were high.

Prowl didn’t want to die but if some of the mechs he’d led out survived then he would be content with that. He had to hope they made it because no one could confirm their status for him as his comms merely buzzed with static.

His helm hurt and he drifted off at some point.

~

His chronometer was busted so he didn’t know how much time had passed between his fall and subsequent blackouts. It felt like days but it was surely no more than a few hours?

Prowl didn’t want to die alone in the dark. He wasn’t one to be afraid of anything really but the thought of dying here alone scared him.

~

He thought he’d heard something earlier when he’d woken back up but nothing ever showed itself. It took lying there for several more hours as he slowly bled out that he thought this bunker was more like a pit.

He’d landed on some rubble; and a pipe, that was at one point one of the surrounding walls that he assumed had crumbled down some time ago. If he could remove the pipe he should be able to reach what was left of the ladder to exit if he didn’t instantly bleed out from its removal.

Prowl vented, weary and in pain before drifting off once more.

Something warm was pressed against his derma and sliding down his throat. It tasted kind of like energon but it was too warm and too thick. Something was wrong about it but he didn’t know what.

Where was this energon coming from?

His optics half lit, trying to understand what was happening and saw a mech hovering over him. They were beautiful and their optics held an ethereal glow to them.

He must have been dying, Prowl mused to himself. The mech was a blur in his vision except for his optics. His optics were bright and stood out clearly to his addled processor.

“Don’t move.”

Prowl thought it an odd statement because he hadn’t moved in quite some time now since he was pinned. Where would he move?

He heard the shearing of metal and the pipe vibrate in his side. Prowl winced and grabbed the pipe to still it and found it shorter, much shorter than it had been. He could get up from this now!

Prowl tried to push himself up but it was an odd angle still as he tried to move.

A frame was suddenly at his back, helping him upright until he was free of the metal barb that had been plaguing his side. He didn’t feel any energon flowing from the wound but he was still feeling sluggish so he found himself slipping back into darkness with the unknown mech at his side.

Prowl woke finally feeling refreshed and almost like he’d had a full overhaul. When he unshuttered his optics though he knew that was impossible because he was still in the pit.

He felt his side where the hole was and found no hole. He looked down in confusion and found bare unmarred protoform where the hole should have been.

His armor still had scratches and holes but he felt otherwise fully rejuvenated. He was beginning to think he was dead until that mech dropped in from the entrance way above. Moonlight trickled in from the opened hatch, illuminating his savior briefly before the mech moved back to his side in the shadows.

What he did see was unusual. To put it bluntly, the mech was bare. No armor covered their form from what he could tell except for a torn poncho that he knew one of the street merchants had sold prior to the bombs falling.

That realization brought him back to his situation. Praxus had been falling when he had also literally been falling into this pit. What was left? Who was left? Prowl needed to know! He tried to sit up only to be pushed back flat by his savior who for some reason was beginning to get a bit handsy.

Prowl yelped when a servo groped his codpiece firmly and he grabbed the offending servo, “What are you doing?”

The mech stared in confusion, beautiful features looking sad over his reaction and Prowl felt bad about it. Why though? He didn’t know this mech and they were clearly wanting something that he currently wasn’t in the mood for himself. No, his city was more important than some physical pleasure.

He pulled the servo away and staggered to his pedes before heading toward the barely usable ladder.

“You don’t wish to interface?”

The voice held a musical lilt that he would love to listen to any other day but this one, “Not right now.” He didn’t have time to explain himself and the mech should have heard the explosions the day? Night before? Prowl didn’t even know how much time had passed.

With a burst of speed, he pushed himself up the wall a few steps and firmly grasped one of the ladder rungs before hauling himself up further until he reached the entrance. The climb alone had him winded after having to haul himself up several rungs with his arms alone before his pedes could help in his climb.

Prowl sat on the lip of the entrance and vented hard as he took in his surroundings. It was quiet and cold. The air was filled with fog and ash but no active fires could be seen. The fog obscured a lot but he could tell there wasn’t much of anything left. Crystal fragments floated with the ash in the air, giving the area an ethereal if ghostly atmosphere. He had to close his vents to avoid inhaling any of the shards or ash. The ash would clog them but the crystal could cut even in such a small state if enough was inhaled.

The moons could faintly be seen through the fog but only their blue light and not the moons themselves. Even if their sun was out, Prowl doubted it would be visible through the thick fog.

He pulled himself the rest of the way out of the entrance and began to walk around. A soft wind passing over his sensory panels had him turning to see the mech had followed him. Startled he took a step back. Prowl hadn’t heard the mech at all and with the height he would have needed to reach the ladder rungs, he should have heard something.

The mech smiled at him but he was uncertain why and brushed it off before turning back to his walk, silent companion now trailing him. He’d had to glance back several times to see if they were still following him because he’d soon discovered that the mech made no sound at all.

It was while they were walking amongst the remains of buildings and some frames that he realized he hadn’t thanked the mech. He stopped and turned to his companion who’d also stopped, “Thank you, for saving me.” Now, thank you given, he could resume his trek.

The mech sidled up closer into his space before he could move, “You’re welcome.” The tone was off and the servo scratching at his chest was uncomfortable but it looked like he didn’t have much of a choice for company right now. Prowl nodded a bit nervous but continued forward.

They walked for a while and Prowl found no survivors or signs of any other life. He’d have thought mechs would have come from other cities to help search but there was no one. Eventually he needed to rest and had found an old hotel that still stood. One half of it was missing but the other half was still firmly standing from what he could tell. He found a master key behind the dusty counter and began traversing what was left until he found a room that was intact enough to use until they went back out.

His shadow was still trailing him and didn’t make himself known until they’d entered the room. The mech had quickly moved through the rooms in what Prowl could only assume was exploring.

Prowl sat on the couch in the small den and watched the other silently. He felt empty at this point. There was nothing and no one left in the city and while that could be a good sign it could also be a bad one. They came across no search and rescue mechs though he told himself they may have not gotten to their area yet. The voice in the back of his processor said otherwise. The couch dipped next to him and he stared at dark yet bright optics staring at him intently.

“What’s your designation,” Prowl finally asked, unsettled by the stare but started to get used to it.

The mech smiled, “Jazz. And you’re Prowl.”

Prowl gaped, confused at how he knew his name when he hadn’t given it. His enforcer badges and markings were mostly scratched away at this point leaving no chance of identification unless he’d met the other somewhere once before, “Do we know each other?”

“No.”

He stared. Prowl didn’t know how to respond and decided that his processor couldn’t handle all of this. He stood from the couch, “I’m going to get some recharge. You should too.”

Prowl didn’t look back for a response but his sensory panels prickled at the sensation of being watched.

Recharge was not unpleasant but it wasn’t right. Something was wrong. His nightmare of Praxus turned to dreams of underground tunnels and dark rituals. A mech that looked suspiciously like Jazz was laid out on a dais, bound there. His dreams shifted and jumped to Jazz bleeding on the dais with a smile on his face, energon coming from his mouth a wound through his spark. An ornate dagger was there impaling him there but no color left his frame and he was…laughing.

Prowl’s dreams shifted again to heat and frames moving together in a familiar dance. His frame burned in a good way as he felt servos brushed down his chest and abdomen before they reached his length. He groaned at the flux and moved his frame in the grasping servos before something wet, a mouth? Wrapped around him. His dream was lucid as he felt himself roll his hips, pushing his spike deeper into the throat where muscle cables squeezed him tight till he felt an empty release.

Time seemed to shift as a weight moved on top of his hips, engulfing him again with a different sort of heat. Servos moved to hips as they slowly rose up before sliding back down. His vision unblurred briefly and the weight over him was Jazz but then overload hit and everything faded to black and into a dreamless recharge.

Waking, Prowl was uncertain if he felt rested or not. He felt unsettled as he looked around to find himself still in the berth by himself, armor still intact if still scratched up.

He frowned as figments of his dreams flickered out of his processor to a fuzzy feeling instead.

The hotel room was empty. Jazz wasn’t anywhere inside so Prowl left.

Walking down the hall he heard a soft sound and turned around but found himself still alone. He continued his walk and passed by a partially open door and stopped. Something told him not to look but he couldn’t not look now that he had the feeling of something not right.

Prowl peered through the opening and froze. He could see a frame still mostly intact but the color was faded to gray. Another frame was close by and then there was Jazz. His back was to him and Prowl couldn’t tell what he was doing but he didn’t like the sound of it.

The sound stopped suddenly and Jazz raised his helm.

Prowl bolted away before he could see Jazz turn to him but he heard the door slide open fully behind him. He ran to the street where he could actually see some of the suns light peeking out. And then he tripped over an arm.

He grunted and turned, adrenaline pumping through his lines as he pulled out his pistol. How he’d forgot about it was beyond him. It wasn’t like he’d needed it recently.

Prowl lay there upright in the street, pistol aimed at Jazz who stood within the shadow of the hotel lobby, energon dripping from his mouth and down his chin. Claws he hadn’t seen before were now extended, creating wicked blades on the mechs servos. He watched the other just stand there and not move to follow. Perplexed, he stood, keeping his optics trained on the mech as he moved further down the street.

Jazz followed him but only until the shadow of the building ran out. That was when Prowl realized he was safe in the sunlight as long there was any, that is.

Making up his mind he turned and fled. He had to put distance between them before night fell again or the fog blocked out the suns rays. He knew this city like the back of his servo so getting to the border shouldn’t be too hard.

Prowl had accounted for fallen buildings to be an issue but what he hadn’t counted on was there to be a gaping chasm blocking his path. There was no easy way around it and he really had no choice in making the long trek around. The fog was thicker around here and he couldn’t tell how wide the hole was or which way would be quicker because of that. He had to take a gamble and hope he’d made the right decision.

He was losing light and knew he’d been walking for several hours now. Prowl wasn’t certain how early it had been when he’d originally woke but he was starting to think he’d recharged for much longer than anticipated.

His tanks grumbled and he could see he was low. Thankfully he still had rations on him so he’d taken a quick stop to crack a cube and tank a small break.

Prowl winced and almost spit it out. He stared at the cube confused. It tasted sour and not in a good way but it didn’t hold any signs of age and it wasn’t passed expiration. He needed the fuel though. Swallowing thickly he quickly downed the rest of it before throwing the empty cube to the side. He felt the urge to purge but forced it down. If he purged now he’d be worse off and an easy target.

He vented hard, taking deep gulps of air to clear away the nausea before he pushed himself forward. He would need to rest soon so finding a shelter was imperative.

Thankfully there were several spots he could rest. Sadly most were easily accessible to any looking for him and he was sure Jazz would be looking. In the end he had no choice and recharged in the corner of some rubble that had cover from all sides but one. He kept his pistol out and fell into an uneasy recharge.

His dreams of Praxus were overshadowed by the dark pit with the dais. It was empty this time but he could see other mechs in the room. They were all priests. Praxian to be precise but Prowl didn’t recognize the symbol on their cloaks. The flux shimmered and Jazz was there, sitting on a throne of sorts, dawning black armor and a diadem. He was regal yet terrifying with cold optics and a warm smile adorning his beautiful features. Other bright opticked mechs stood in the background and he was certain he saw energon soaked frames in flashes before he suddenly woke up.

Prowl saw light streaming on the ground in front of him and Jazz in the shadow on the other side watching. He froze, tanks lurching uncomfortably at how close they were after he’d walked for so long to put distance between them. The other had dried energon around his mouth as he sat patiently for something, probably for night. Also, Prowl realized he would have to move towards the other to get to the light between them.

Prowl was unnerved and hesitant as he move forward before standing abruptly in the light.

“Prowl,” Jazz called for him but Prowl began to back away before he turned and began walking again.

He heard his name a few more times shouted after him but he didn’t turn back. Jazz scared him and he wasn’t ready to die just yet. Prowl still held a small hope that he would get out of here alive and confirm that not all of his people were dead.

Prowl was beginning to get used to seeing Jazz at the corner of his vision yet be gone when he turned to look. The other he was sure, was still following him.

The fog had thickened, blocking out the suns rays and only made Prowl increase his pace as he moved around the ever growing in size chasm.

He was getting closer and he thought he heard voices. His pace increased to a run and he didn’t know if he was running to friend or foe but anything was better than the shadow still following him.

Prowl made it to the end of the chasm or to where it tapered down to a sizable ongoing crack. He stared annoyed, but he was going to jump it. There was no telling how much further it went and he didn’t feel that he had the time to find out. He circled around and took a running leap over it, clearing it easily much to his own surprise and rolling as he landed on the other side.

He stirred up more dust and crystal debris when he rolled and waited for it to clear before opening his vents and unshuttering his optics. When had he shuttered them? The fog had lifted on this side and he found himself in a cleared area.

Prowl stood on unsteady pedes and stared out at tents lining the border where he could see some medical techs moving back and forth. They were rescuers and he could see some Praxian’s sitting off to the side in different states of repair, panels all resting low in mourning.

One of the techs nearby spotted him and approached him with a look of worry, “Did you just come from the fog?” He questioned and continued before getting an answer, “the fogs been giving search and rescue issues-“.

The mech continued talking but Prowl wasn’t listening. No, the only thing he could hear was a pulse. It was loud and coming from the mech and it was making Prowl edgy. The sound was becoming overbearing as it drowned out the mechs speech and the only thing Prowl could think of was how hungry that pulse made him.

Mechs were screaming but he didn’t know why. The pulsing had stopped but he could see his fellow Praxian’s scrambling away while medics were coming closer. More pulses. They were just as loud as the first.

When the pulses finally ceased, Prowl could finally focus and when he looked around the Praxian’s were all huddled together while the rescuers were all looking at him with mixed looks of terror.

“What-?” He began but stopped when his pede bumped something. Looking down he met the optics of the mech that was speaking to him just a few kliks ago. He was gray and had a jagged tear in his throat cables where energon had been syphoned away. Next to him were at least two more mechs with medical decals on, also grayed with similar wounds.

Prowl stepped back, horror coming over him as he licked his lips and tasted the tang of line energon on his lips and on his glossa. He felt full and the sense of fear that had been plaguing him earlier was gone.

Turning over his shoulder towards the chasm, he could see Jazz’s bright optics cutting through the fog to stare at him.

No, he wasn’t afraid anymore, because now, he was the predator.

Chapter Text

The circles were set and glyphs carved out perfectly for the incantation and Jazz was feeling a little more than eager as he set out the correct crystals and stones in their offering circles. He even had a dead cryow in one circle that he knew his demon loved to eat when he could get his claws on one.

Looking over everything one last time Jazz nodded to himself with a grin as he loosened his armor to dawn something more comfortable before he began. He had everything already planned out and knew just what to wear that his demon would like too.

He was looking to treat them both really and as he slipped into his latest magic crafted protowear, he finished up by dawning his summoning bangles and stood before the circle and began his spell.

All of the lights were off with candles being the only thing giving off light in his small abode and as he chanted in foreign glyphs, the shadows in the rooms seemed to come alive and stretch out further than before. A novice witch would be nervous about this but not Jazz, he’d done this enough times now he no longer needed a spell book for it.

The spell came to an end with a majority of the candles suddenly going out to leave the main circle aglow from an ominous portal now sitting in the middle of it.

Jazz smiled and made himself comfortable on the floor and laid back to wait. His favorite demon would know the portal was open but may take a moment to locate it, leaving Jazz time to potentially have a little nap if he wanted. He didn’t recharge though, no, he was too charged up for that.

He rubbed his thighs together back and forth as he thought of his lovers arrival and moaned at the feel of something thick roll about inside his valve. Jazz vented lightly and arched his chest with his aft tilting as he did so to rock the object about to rub across all of his nodes.

Lubricant was dripping out of his valve opening and could be easily seen from the lack of material covering the area.

The object inside was firm yet soft enough to squish with his valve tension cables, moving the object deeper till it could go no further except for back the way it came. He groaned and let his helm lull to the side just as the creak of a floor panel could be heard.

Jazz flickered his visor on as the entity hovered over him, braced on all fours. Amber optics burned into his blue visor and had him grinning widely before he wrapped his arms around the dark forms neck, pulling him into a kiss.

The creature purred into his mouth, long glossa flickering out to tangle with his own before slipping down Jazz’s throat.

Jazz hummed, relaxing his throat cables and tilted his helm back, exposing his neck cables just as the demon pulled away and out of his mouth.

“How is my favorite witch?” It purred in a smooth baritone.

Jazz feined a hurt expression, “I’ve been so lonely without my Lord.”

The demon chuckled, “You looked to be enjoying yourself.” A dark clawed servo smoothed over the latex protowear and pressed down just below Jazz’s belly to feel the object inside shift under his touch.

Jazz gasped and arched in pleasure-pain as the demon applied pressure, reminding the visored witch of his lovers strength.

“Have you replaced me?” The demon asked coyly as one of his back tendrils came around to prod at Jazz’s wet entrance.

“Never my lord..” his words cut off in a moan as the tendril slipped inside of him and coiled around the toy in there, making it thicker before pulling out only to thrust back in. Jazz cried out and spread his thighs wider and held them open with his servos, “Please my lord.” He begged softly and nearly cried when the creature pulled his tendril out of his valve, toy and all.

“My little witch always up to mischief,” he purred darkly as more tendrils reached out to curl around Jazz’s limbs and frame, “I’ve told you, you can use my name.”

Jazz whimpered, frame twitching in need as those tendrils would merely touch him but do no more, “Please, Prowl.”

“I do always love your begging,” The demon, Prowl mused with a fanged smirk, “A little reward for good behavior.” Another tendril snaked around and without a moments hesitation, slipped inside the witches frame, filling him nicely as it coiled itself up inside to make room for more of its length.

Jazz moaned loudly and arched his frame. The other tendrils had him suspended slightly off of the floor now, arms bound behind his back, legs spread wide to keep him exposed and one wrapped around his neck while his demon lord hovered over him still.

Amber optics watched his every move with wrapt attention on his limber frame, “Another my dear?” He didn’t wait for Jazz to nod before another tendril prodded his stretched valve and worked to force its way inside along the first.

Jazz groaned at the stretch that eked on the side of pain before he scented Prowl’s pheromones and the pain practically evaporated from him. He moaned and worked his valve to squeeze around the tendrils, causing Prowl’s optics to darken in lust.

The tendril around his neck suddenly slipped into his mouth and down his throat almost choking him from the sudden action but Jazz was familiar with his Lords peculiarities.

“Release your spike, dear,” Prowl cooed softly as he stroked over the closed dock, “I have a new task for you.”

Jazz mewed, mouth still full as he let his dock cover slide open and his prehensile-like spike slithered out directly into Prowl’s servo.

“I do so love this part of you,” the demon purred as he toyed with the transfluid reservoir and stretched it wide enough for a digits to slip inside.

Jazz groaned at the sensation of his spike being penetrated as it had been so long since he’d had to use it. Most mechs didn’t know about the odd peculiarity of Polyhexian reproduction, one being that they couldn’t produce their own transfluid so had to ‘barrow’ it from others. He’d only ever done this for his lord when Prowl wanted him to spread the demons seed among the mortals to create new brooders. Some might see it as a terrible fate but Jazz just loved the sensation of being full of his lords essence and would do anything for the dark creature currently playing with all of his orifices.

He choked slightly when a third tendril forced its way into his already well stretched valve and worked to coil around the other wiggling lengths inside. Jazz couldn’t look down with the one still down his throat but he felt overly full and he knew he probably looked a bit swollen from his full gestation chamber since all of Prowl’s tendrils were working to fill it up to over capacity.

“So beautiful like this. Willing and wanting all of me,” Prowl purred against an audio, making his little witch shudder and tense up, “I want to hear you as I take you.”

The dark request was followed by Jazz’s throat being vacated just as his spike felt something prod at it. Glancing down he was rewarded with the demons larger barbed prehensile spike rubbing at his own. Jazz smiled with a dreamy expression as his spike instinctively latched around the head of Prowl’s length, avoiding the barbs further down. He couldn’t tear his visor away as the demon got himself off with shallow thrusts inside of his reservoir before pulling back enough for Jazz’s spike to do its thing. His length narrowed back at the tip before slipping inside of the demons own transfluid reservoir and began its siphoning process. He was rewarded by thick silvery transfluid filling his spike until it swelled with its latest donation.

Jazz sighed at the heavy sensation filling his spike and couldn’t wait to fulfill his lords orders as his length slipped free of the other.

Prowl was gentle with helping him tuck his spike away before diverting his attention to the tendrils still thrusting and wiggling inside of his witch’s valve. “Still haven’t gotten off?” He questioned in a teasing tone, knowing that his pheromones would prolong Jazz’s overload until he was ready for his witch to climax.

Jazz felt light and floaty. His spike was full, his throat a bit sore and valve maxed to capacity though he knew that wouldn’t stop Prowl from pushing him passed his limits. He groaned as one after the other, each tendril thrust in hard a few more times before each released thick sticky fluids inside his tank and valve before vacating it which meant it was onto the main event. The fluid left behind coated his inner walls, assuring that when Prowl seeded him, he would produce strong healthy eggs. He’d even gathered a nice helping of Praxian crystal to intake during his brooding cycle that would strengthen his eggs outer shells.

The tendrils holding him lifted him upright so he could see his lord leisurely leant back against the pillows at the head of his berth. The coy smile and dark optics were as much of a turn on as the demon sitting fully exposed and ready for him.

Glossy scales hugged Prowl’s dark protoform while his sleek onyx tendrils coiled behind him as though ready to strike. The ones still holding him brought him close enough to just hover over his lords length that looked to have thickened since only a few moments ago. The spurs along the length looked like draken scales until they flexed out to reveal their pointed ends and the visored mech could just see the sharp horn now peaked out of the demons reservoir. That was one thing Jazz didn’t really miss but Prowl always made it up to him afterward.

The tendrils lowered him down until he felt the other’s spike nosing into his valve, the stretch from earlier helping along with the fluid coating his insides. Jazz moaned at the feel of those ‘scales’ rubbing along his inner walls as the demon thrust in and out at a torturous pace and even had the nerve to rub his anterior node forcing him into an early overload even with the pheromones still active. He cried out as his valve clamped down hard on the length still trying to thrust inside of him even as fresh lubricant gushed out around it.

When Prowl finally grasped his hips, Jazz knew what was about to happen and could only float there and attempt to brace himself as the demon suddenly snapped his hips forward with a sharp thrust. The horn at the end of his spike easily piercing the gel of the witches gestation chamber before dropping off to be used as minerals for the gestation period.

The demon pressed in deeper passed the gel before letting his spurs flex out to lock him in place.

Jazz winced at the sharp bite of the spurs and couldn’t stop a few tears from slipping down his face due to the tendrils still keeping him bound.

A clawed servo delicately brushed the tears from one cheek, “Oh, my love, don’t cry.”

“Just a little pain my lord, nothing more,” Jazz panted out as he felt his chamber beginning to expand as the demon pumped thick transfluid into it. He could feel his frame already reacting and measages began to pop up on his HUD, alerting him of his frames new brooding cycle.

He smiled happily and trilled at the demon as it pinned him down to the berth and pressed in as far as it could.

Prowl’s dock bumped his aft and released a guttural groan as he emptied himself into the smaller frame.

Jazz cried out in turn from a mix of pleasure-pain as his chamber reached maximum capacity. Noticing his arms and legs were released, the visored mech was quick to wrap himself around his demon lord to try and prolong their coupling just a little bit longer.

Prowl chuckled and released his spurs from his witches insides and tried to slip out only for the task to be nearly impossible, “Very clingy tonight.”

Jazz whimpered, “I get to see you so little. I can’t help but want to keep you here longer.”

The demon stroked the back of Jazz’s helm and neck delicately with sharp claws, “My little witch knows I have a realm to rule, though maybe soon I shall have another with your help?”

Jazz grinned before leaning up to plant a firm kiss onto Prowl’s lips, “Whatever my lord wishes.” Finally, the visored witch let the demon extricate himself from his gestational tank and valve. He could feel a mix of fluids drip from his entrance but simply rolled over to watch his lord readjust himself with a dreamy sigh.

Amber optics glanced his direction and with a rare show of care, leant down to press a chaste kiss to Jazz’s belly before planting a warmer one to the witches lips before pulling away completely.

“I hope to return by the time you’re ready to lay them,” he called out over his shoulder before tearing open air to reveal a portal.

“I’ll wait for you,” Jazz called out softly as he watched the demon blow out all of the candles with a few precise strokes of his tendrils before leaving through the portal that was quick to close upon his exit.

Jazz sighed wistfully, servo stroking the slight bump in his belly where their eggs would be forming. Of course he had another task as well to complete before his demon lover would return but it could wait after he had a proper recharge he mused to himself.

He flicked his wrist, releasing a snap of magic towards the tied up curtain over his berth. It caused the tie at the top to release and curtain to close up around him, creating a magic barrier so his recharge would be uninterrupted.

With that, he grabbed one of the pillows Prowl had been laying back on and pulled it up against his chest and face with a fond smile as the demons scent filled his vents, relaxed his frame, and lulled him into a sweet recharge.