#and slight jazzmax

[kittydemon9000]

Unfortunate Timing

*silently slides to @kabuki-akuma* I did a thing for PrimeDeck

AO3

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Optimus was a worried mess.

Well, maybe not a mess. Sure he was a little upset that Sentinel was coming, and worried about how he’d react to the Braves, and scared that he go off about how bots made by humans weren’t anything more than drones, and-

Yah know what, scratch that. He wasn’t worried. He was terrified.

Instead of The Steelhaven, Sentinel has arrived on a smaller, nameless ship by himself. Ultra Magnus saw no need to send the giant ship, as it was just a small check-in. The visit was only supposed to last a few hours, after all.

Unfortunately, the Brave Police had just gotten a new lead on a case, which just so happened to lead to Primus fragging Detroit, Michigan at the same time.

Not like Optimus didn’t enjoy the Braves company. Drill Boy, Bumblebee, Sari, and Yuuta (and occasionally Power Joe) got along amazingly, and so did Shadowmaru and Prowl. Gunmax was always looking for an excuse to visit Jazz and was around often enough that the team was used to him. Duke was often seen with Ratchet learning first aid, and McCrane and Dumpson were often just drifting around. 

And Deckerd… Optimus really connected with the leader of the Braves. The two often spent hours talking about their respective teams, plans, past adventures, and other such things. Deckerd actually helped Optimus build up some confidence during his small visits.

“Hey there, Optimus ol’ buddy.” a familiar voice snapped Optimus from his thoughts, along with the sound of transforming. Bulkhead and Ratchet were the (un)lucky winners of their small vote to get Sentinel. Optimus would have done it if nothing else than to spare his teammates the drive, but he, along with Jazz, were immediately excluded from the vote. If it were up to Ratchet,  the two would’ve been locked in the med bay for the duration of Sentinel’s visit. Something about “for their own good and mental health.”

“Sentinel,” Optimus answered. Sentinel scowled at the lack of rank acknowledgment but didn’t say anything about it.

“Let go!” a hyper voice said from the hallway, followed by a clang of metal and a not very quiet “SHHH!”. Optimus cursed internally. Sometimes the similarities between Bumblebee and Drill Boy were uncanny. He says stay quiet, and the opposite happens.

Sentinel looked at the hallway in confusion, but it quickly became a smirk.

“Unauthorized personnel on Earth?��� he started. “You know the rules, Optimus.”

Optimus let out a sigh. He put it off for as long as he could, which was 3 hours less than he wanted, but still.

“You guys can come out now,” he called.

Slowly, each of the eight robot police officers, plus Jazz, entered from the hallway. Drill Boy was clutching to his helm while wilting from a glare from Power Joe, making it clear who did what. Jazz and Gunmax were close to each other, with Jazz slightly behind Gunmax. Deckerd stood in the front of the group, orange optics shining.

Sentinel actually looked shocked for a few seconds, clearly not expecting such a large group, before giving Optimus that smirk. The same smirk he always gave when he caught even the smallest mistake Optimus made.

“Really, Optimus? One or two might’ve been excusable, but eight.” That was a lie and they both knew it. Sentinel wouldn’t have hesitated to report even a single “unauthorized” bot on Earth.

“What are you talking about?” Deckerd asked, drawing away Sentinel’s attention. Optimus let out a silent breath now that Sentinel’s optics weren’t tearing into his very spark.

“Well you see, Optimus here is supposed to report any and all Cybertronians on Earth, which he very clearly hasn’t done,” Sentinel said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But….” Drill Boy started. “We’re not Cybertronians.”

Sentinel balked.

“What?”

“We’re. Not. Cy-ber-tro-ni-ans.” Drill Boy repeated, this time much slower. Bumblebee snickered as Sentinel grew furious.

“I heard you the first time!” he snapped.

“Then why’d you ask?” Drill asked innocently, adding a small head tilt to really sell it. Sentinel let out an angry groan and facepalmed.

A small smile threatened to tug at Optimus’s lips, but he kept his face stoic. It would only make Sentinel more upset.

“The point is that Optimus didn’t report you, which is strictly against the rules he put into place. Isn’t that right, ol’ buddy?”

Optimus let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his olfactory sensors. It was one of the many things he had picked up from his time spent on Earth.

But just as he was about to answer, Deckerd beat him to it.

“Optimus did no such thing.” Sentinel stared at Deckerd.

“Of course he did! He-“ but Deckerd cut him off.

“Optimus Prime did not break protocol because we are not Cybertronians. We were made by humans and have lived on Earth our entire lives.”

Both Sentinel and Optimus froze.

“What!” Sentinel shouted. “You were made! By humans!!!!” He spat out the word like they were rotten.

“Yes, they were,” Optimus said, keeping his voice deceptively calm. Now Sentinel’s focus was on him…...

“They’re…….!” Sentinel looked like he was about to explode into a fireball. “They’re drones! Sparkless machines!”  He shouted, jabbing a finger in their direction. Every single one of the Braves looked deeply offended.

“We’re not. We received our own souls and have emotions, much like Cybert-“ Deckerd started, but was cut off.

“They were made. By humans!!!!” He repeated. Sentinel didn’t even acknowledge the Braves now, staring straight at Optimus. 

“Of all your mistakes, Optimus, this tops them all.” He stopped for a second before continuing. “Well, maybe not all of them.”

Optimus couldn’t help but flinch at what he was obviously implying, but he held his gaze.

“I’ll have to report this to Ultra Magnus, maybe even get the Autobot Science Division involved. Primus knows Perceptor would love to-” 

Optimus’s energon ran cold at the mention of the ASD. From what he gathered from Ratchet, they were the cause of Omega Supreme’s coding, as well as for changing the Jettwins. He couldn’t….no, he wouldn’t let the ASD get their hands on the Braves.

“ENOUGH, SENTINEL!” He shouted. Everyone snapped to attention. Sentinel glared at Optimus.

“Now listen here, Optimus.” But Optimus was having none of it.

“No, you listen, Sentinel!” He shouted. “These bots are under my jurisdiction. They are native to Earth and have proven their sentience There will be no getting the ASD involved!”

Sentinel looked like he was about to say something, but Optimus cut him off again.

“And that’s Optimus Prime, to you.” their faces were only inches apart. “Ultra Magnus placed me in charge of alien life here on Earth, which the Braves are not. They are considered a native species to this planet, and by Autobot law, I quote “Should any mechanical life form pass the Ambus Test, they are to be treated according to Autobot Law.” end quote. Autobot law outlaws scientific and medical testing without consent by the mech in question or their Conjux Endura should they be unable to make the decision themself.”

The room was silent.

“Do I make myself clear, Sentinel Prime.” Optimus finished. Sentinel was giving Optimus a death glare. He clearly hadn’t been expecting Optimus to react this way.

“Crystal.” he hissed. He turned around and headed to the door. “Everything else seems to be in order. Goodbye, Optimus.”

As soon as the sound of Sentinel’s engine faded away, Optimus suddenly lost all the strength and confidence he had a few seconds ago and crashed to his knees, venting harshly.

Ratchet was quickly kneeling by his side. He placed a careful servo on his back and started rubbing in soothing circles. “Vent, kid. Vent.”

“I’m….”Optimus started. “I’m okay….I just….I just need a sec.”

“You did good, kid. You did good.” Ratchet repeated, keeping his voice low.

***

“Optimus, are you in there?” Deckerd knocked. It had been a few hours since Sentinel's….. ”visit.”

The door opened and a quite tired looking Optimus greeted him.

“Oh! Hello Deckerd. Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked. Deckerd just smiled.

“Actually, I came to thank you.” Optimus looked shocked.

“What for?”

“For defending my team, earlier,” he said. “You didn’t have to, but you did.”

Optimus gave an awkward laugh.

“It wasn’t anything special, but you’re welcome.”

The two stood in silence for a few seconds, neither one knowing what to do.

“I guess I’ll…*ahem* guess I’ll be going,” Deckerd said, breaking the silence.

“Y-yes. I’ll see you in the morning.” Optimus responded. “Goodnight”

“Goodnight,” Deckerd responded.

With the door now closed, Deckerd started the walk back to his temporary room, silently cursing himself as his face grew redder with embarrassment.

***

BONUS 

Before all this happens

Bumblebee: Have you ever been yelled at by Optimus

Braves: We’re not afraid of him.

Bumblebee: So that’s a no.

[itssaeres]

Jazzmax Oneshot (Its Lemon)

Soooooooooo I had to repost my one-shot since it was taken down to the ns*w ban :/ but I finally got to do it and I’ve done some updates! Thx Kabuki for giving me this ship to write and spoil with cause OMFG I am deeply in love with it, it’s so cute I swear!

Jazz lets out a quiet moan, bite marks cross-crossing a trail down his neck. “You still want to do this right baby?” Gunmax asked. “Of course, we’ve been planning this for almost a month and I think we should take our relationship a step further.” He gave Gunmax a small kiss on the cheek “right?” Though he and Jazz had some pretty hot and heavy moments ranging from makeouts to groping, they never did something this intimate.

The two had talked weeks earlier planning it out and hoping no ‘Cons or monsters impeded their plans. This was important. Gunmax gave Jazz an adoring look and smiled “I’m just so glad you were able to fly out here,” his smile quickly grew into a Cheshire grin. Finally, Jazz was able to fly out to Japan and visit and the two could put their plan into action. “Uh- y-yeah, here” You could hear a quiet “click” as Jazz’s interface panel moved away. Revealing his valve already dripping onto the bed, “You’re amazing you know that right?” GM peppered his face with kisses trailing from Jazz’s face to his neck as down his chest, “I’m glad we could have this moment together.”

“I wouldn’t want to share it with anyone else.” Gunmax trailed his fingers down Jazz body till he reached his valve, he pinched and tweaked Jazz’s headlights causing him to hitch his breath. He wouldn’t admit it but Gunmax has watched and read some “materials” as a reference to what he could do to Jazz. From the hitched breaths Jazz gave it was enough to signal that GM was doing ok so far. Nervously he slipped in a finger, it was a lot hotter and tighter than expected. All you hear from Jazz was a quiet gasp, he was getting intense feelings all at once he felt himself shudder and a wave of lust run through him and his field. Jazz blushed a dark red he had never done this with anyone. He was glad GM was the first. “GM wait, promise you won’t tell anyone about this.” The little voice in the back of his processor was whispering nasty things, reminding of what the others would think seeing himself spread out like this. “Of course not baby, besides these little moments and your quiet cries should be for me and only me.”

Slowly but surely Gunmax started to move his servo, it was a slight burning in the beginning but Jazz was able to distract himself with the kisses Gunmax continue to give and pushed forward. The room was soon filled with Jazz’s quiet gasps and whimpers and a very lewd and quiet squelching, “Y-you can add another finger, I think I can handle it.” When Gunmax slipped in the second finger Jazz couldn’t help but cry out, he felt an intense stinging sensation. “A-are you alright?! do you want me to stop?!” Jazz quickly shook his head no “It isn’t too bad it just stings g-give me a sec.”

A few deep breaths and the stinging eventually ebbed away, “M-move now please,” Gunmax continued his previous pace and Jazz let out a low moan. It felt so good, spurred on by his cries Gunmax moved faster and hit a spot that made Jazz see static. “There! right there, hit that spot again, please!” Jazz cried his fans kicked in and wow that was amazing. A tiny voice in the back of his processor was so embarrassed to be crying out like that, briefly, he thought of what the others would think and if they only knew what Jazz and his boyfriend were currently doing. “I love you so much, baby.” Gunmax pace was relentless “you look so beautiful like this.” his other hand was caressing Jazzs face and chest. Always in motion.

Angling his servo Gunmax began to hit the same spot in Jazz’s valve over and over. Jazz cried out occasionally asking for Gunmax to go faster or harder. He could feel this heat pooling in the bottom of his tank, he was so close, “Ah~ Gunmax p-please! Right there!” Gunmax silenced Jazz’s cries with a kiss, at this point GM’s fingers are slamming over and over into him. Jazz let out a high whine, it was too much and too little at the same time. He began to move his hips in time with Gunmaxs fingers. Jazz was clawing at the bedsheets and writhing in pleasure. He needed more, his legs were splayed wide open. He couldn’t help but cry out it just felt too good. The obscene squelching coming from his valve was louder. The noise seems to fill the whole room. Looking into his lovers’ eyes and seeing just pure love and adoration while his fingers did something so sinful and dirty to Jazz pushed him over the edge.

Jazz’s overload came crashing into him, he couldn’t help but yell as transfluid sprayed out of his valve when Gunmax pulled out his fingers. As transfluid sprayed onto Gunmax’s chest all the way down to his thighs. There was a pause while Jazz laid there panting his legs were quivering and Gunmax sat there in slight awe dripping and soaked in transfluid, “oh, oh wow that was….wow” gunmax had never seen something like that, he didn’t even know Jazz could do that. With his overload fading away, the reality of what he just did sunk in, he would deny it later but he let out a loud squeak and his interface panel snapped shut even though he was so sensitive and all that movement brought slightly more exhausted pleasure. He quickly sat up and blushed an even darker red than before “o-oh I’m so sorry I didn’t know I could do that!” The two stared at each other “you wouldn’t have a towel lying around here, so you can” he gestured to Gunmaxs body “y'know um c-clean that off you?” “Ah no, not really but that’s ok I’ll just-“ he grabbed at the blanket the two were laying on. “I’ll just use this.” Watching Gunmax slowly wipe himself off Jazz placed his head in his servos. “Again I’m really sorry GM, I haven’t, I didn’t think I was able to do that, do you need some help?”

He reached over and grabbed the others end of the blanket and began to help wipe off the remains of the…transfluid that spilled out of him, this was so embarrassing! “There is nothing to be ashamed of babe, you didn’t know you could do that and it may be really embarrassing to ask anyone about it, just know that I’m not going to tell anyone what happened if you don’t want me to.” The two exchange a kiss “I love you.” Jazz had the biggest grin on his face “I love you too GM.”