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There was once an idea that seemed like a good idea, which ended up being a bad idea in the end. And in that idea, Prowl seriously wanted to slap the pits out of the new Enforcer Lockdown.
If he would have known that if this whole thing would have gone down like this, he would have never allowed Lockdown to even talk him and their team of Enforce Investigators into doing this.
Oh, he really wanted to strangle Lockdown right now, all becausethis had been his suggestion, his idea. He.felt so degraded because of the bad aft perve.
'Hey, kid. Looking good out there. Lovin' the colors on you.' Prowl's internal com crackled.
Prowl bit back a snarl from escaping him, forcing a smile instead when a fewmechs on the street walks whistled at him. 'Lockdown, when this is over, you better start running for your life because I am going to kill you. Painfully and slowly.' He sent back at the acid green and black mech.
'Awww, what's wrong, kid? You look good in gold and silver.'
Prowl twitched his door wings in agitation and wanted nothing more than to each through the coms, pull Lockdown through it and then shook him the face after he punched him about fifty times. 'I look like an over priced pleasure bot, Lockdown! This is highly inappropriate! Especially for me! Why did I even let you talk Magnus into this?!'
'Because it had to be you. The perp is a mech who beats and rapes Praxian pleasure bots. So naturally, yeah. You look like an over priced pleasure bot. But at least you look like a sexy one.' Lockdown replied.
Prowl really, really wanted to kill Lockdown now. But he.knew, as his.duty, his team mate had a point. He was.the only one who could do this and catch the criminal for harming pleasure bots, even if they were not exactly highly looked upon by many of Cybertronians.
When the reports came in about Altihex pleasure bots being roughed up and raped, not many took it seriously. It was a pleasure bot's choice of career to interface for creds. So many Enforcers turned a blind optic to the cases.
But then one case of a pleasure bot being beaten to deactivation had forced the Enforcers to look it into it.
There had been eleven victims so far, all beaten brutally and they swore that the interface done to them had not been by their choice. They claimed that a mech had snatched them from the streets, beaten them and then raped them. Each and evwry victim, however, were Praxians. It seemed that the mech had a fetish for Praxians.
It took a lot to get the victims to admit who the mech was. All of them were terrified to even say anything, fearful of their brutal attacker finding out and coming after them.
It was finally one Praxian mech who finally came clean, described the mech and when the Enforcers ran it through the Cybertronian database, they.learned just how dangerous the mech was.
His designation was Dead End. He had many warrents out for his arrest for brutality, drug dealing, sexual assault, armed robbery and even now, murder on one account. He was not an easy mech to get to, however.
According to Enforcer files, Dead End was a little paranoid and always remained hidden from the public, only coming out when dealing Hyperbytes or Magnesia, both illegal and dangerous drugs that could even kill the users.
When the Enforcers discovered that he favored Altihex pleasure bots, they set the trap.
Unfortunately, Prowl, being Praxian and Dead End's taste, was the one who had to go under cover as a pleasure bot to ensnare the brutal rapist.
As of now, he was painted up like one, gold and silver colored where his usual black and chrome coloring would have been with black suggestive symbols on his door wings.
He was quite the sight, honestly. He had already had several offers from bots for high creds but he turned them all own, out of embarrassment, and to his duty. His only target was Dead End.
'Babe, I know ya don' want to hear it, but ya really do look good. I'm almost tempted of coming out there and buying ya services, myself.' Came the cheerful but loving sound of Jazz's voice.
Prowl flicked his door wings in embarrassment but felt his systems starting to heat up. He'd love that too, but it couldn't happen. 'Jazz, concentrate on the task athand.' He sent back to his lover and partner regrettably.
'Kind of hard to do when all I want to do is look at you, lover. You're makin' me kind of hot. Tell ya what! When we get finished here, we go home and we frag like crazy, what do ya say?' Jazz asked, huskily.
'Jazz!' Prowl groaned, his interface cover warming at the thought.
'Okay, okay. Knock it off. Prowl is right. We have a job to do right now and that is not focusing on interfacing. So let's get back to work.' Came the stern voice of the Enforcer Commander and Captain, Magnus Prime.
There were a few series of 'Yessir' and Prowl slowly started to relax.
'Besides, we all know that once this is over, Jazz will drag Prowl back to Iacon, spill sweet energoodies all over himself and make Prowl lick it off later.' Magnus slyly remarked and a round of laughter broke out over the coms.
'OOOOOH! Good idea, Mags! I am so gonna do that when we get home!' Jazz perked up, laughing.
Prowl's cooling fans kicked on in embarrassment, but arousal at the mere thought of Jazz spilling sweet energoodies all over his frame and he licking it up before fragging his lover hard into the berth, or where ever they ended up.
It was still funny. No matter what Prowl and Jazz did, no matter how hot they started getting when they got home, they still could not make it to the berth room until a second round of interfacing took place.
So far, they had done it in the living room on the couch or the floor, against the walls,on the kitchenette counters, wash racks, pits! Even the balconey, which even Prowl had to admit had been so worth it when they scared the pits out of a nosy neighbor by all of the shouts and shrieks they made.
It was ever so arousing to think about it.
Suddenly, there was a piercing scream from somewhere down the road that nearly sent Prowl's spark into a frenzy as his head snapped up. He didn't even think about it but began running, shoving through thenow startled crowd.
'Prowl, what was that?!' Magnus Prime called over the com.
Prowl didn't answer as he just rushed towards the sound. He had to raw his door wings in tight so not to catch some other bot across the face as he went. He saw the growing crowd just up ahead, seeing the shock on some's faces and he could only imagine exactly what they were loking at.
Quickly approaching and pushing through the crowd, Prowl finally reached the alley way and looked directly at what had some passerby screaming and stunned and he, too, froze.
In the alley way was a horrific sight. He couldn't believe this mess at all. All of that energon splashed against the walls, the frame pieces scattered in what looked more like an autoposy medical class.
But it was the head that had Prowl startled the most. Just by the sight of it made him want to purge.
Especially when he quickly ran an ID scan on who this was. He didn't to know, however, just a confirmation on who this mech was.
'Prowl! Answer! What is happening?! What was that screaming?' Magnus interrupted his stunned thoughts.
Prowl paused as he looked at the mess before him before growing serious. "Magnus Prime, sir. I believe I have located the suspect." He stated onto the coms.
There was a pause.
'Okay. Where is he? What is Dead End doing? Did he cause the screaming?'
"He is right in front of me, not realy doing much other than laying deactivated in pieces and yes, he is the cause. I think you better come outside now. This is just like that cases we had orns ago." Prowl said as he began examining the entire area.
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It was only a breem later and the street was now full of Enforcers taking statements, shielding the public from the horrific sight, gathering evidence.
Prowl was still studying the crime scene, taking in the sight of the frame. He frowned at the display of the frame, seeing how perfectly cut all of the limbs were from the actual frame. While the chassis was intact, the arms, legs, hands, peds and the head were severed from one another. The head laid right where it ws suppose to be but not connected.
And in the dead mech's mouth protruded the mech's very own spike. It seemed that whoever did this had also cut off Dead End's spike and just shoved it into his mouth, making it look like he was giving himself oral service.
What made it really strange, however, was the lack of energon oozing from the pieces. The severed pieces actually looked.....drained. It was like the energon had been drained from the frame before the pieces had been straight cut off the chassis.
"Anything, Ironhide?"
Prowl looked up when he heard his Captain's voice and listened to his large black friend as he made his report. He was curious about this whole new case, yet disgruntled at the same time.
"Nope. No bot saw anything. The one to discover the frame was a little femme pleasure bot. She saw the cooling blanketjust lying in the alley, covering the frame and figured some bot had just thrown away a perfectly good blanket. She picked up and then screamed." Ironhide reported.
Magnus Prime frowned before looking over at Prowl. "Prowl, what is your assessment? What do you make of this?" He asked seriously.
Prowl glanced over at him before looking back at the frame. He was quiet for a moment, thinking about to say. "The victim was drained of energon before he was cut into pieces. Meaning, he was deactivated before cut. The spike was cut off probably about the same time the frame was. While I was waiting for you to show up, I did find traces of lubricant in Dead End's valve. I already ran a chemestry test and the CNA came back as his own. I believe the killer raped him with his own spike. I couldn't find any other evidence to whoever did this. The frame is actually ean of whoever killed Dead End." He stated.
"Yeah, but why cut off the mech's spike and shove it into his mouth?" Jazz asked frowning as he stood next to his gold and silver painted lover.
No one answered for a moment before it was Lockdown who shook his head. "Maybe it's symbolic. Dead End was beating on pleasure bots and raping them. So, whoever did this is probably punishing him the same way he hurt bots. Remember the last two that was like this?" He asked.
Everyone nodded, remembering all too well.
"The first victim was a sparkling molestor. He was one of our cases. He was found with his hands and spike cut off, drained of energon as well." Prowl said looking at Lockdown. "The second had been a drug dealer dealing with Hyperbyte that was also laced with Trojans. It was killing the users. When he was discovered, he was drained of energon and cut into pieces. But when we had Ratchet do the autopsy, it was discovered that he had traces of Hyperbyte and Trojans still in his frame. It was another of our cases."
"So whoever did this had something to do with the other two. So are.we.dealing with a new Serial killer?" Magnus asked frowning.
Jazz shrugged but nodded at the same time. "Looks like it, boss. A Serial Killer who kills criminals. And it looks like they are tracking the cases we were. The fraes showed up right after we even got them. So, I'm thinking it is some bot who is playing vigilante." He remarked.
Magnus Prime frowned but then shook his head as he thought about it. "We cannot allow some vigilante taking his own action. There is a reason why we are Enforcers. There is a system we have to follow. I want this Serial Vigilante found immediately. We start first thing next orn. But for now, it has been a long orn and all of you deserve a good night's rest, or frag in Jazz and Prowl's case." He added with a chuckle.
Prowl sputtered in embarrassment and Jazz grinned lazily as he glanced at his lover.
"Anyway, dismissed." Magnus added again.
Everyone nodded and started to leave together, though prowl was still embarrassed by Magnus' comment. He admired the mech but like all of the others, he just couldn't help but tease his two partnered Enforcers with their relationship.
"Well, I'll tell ya what. I am definitely taking Prime's orders.to spark. I am fragging lover mech here until he off lines." Jazz laughed as he stepped in close to Prowl and traced a seductive hand along the door wing closest to him.
"Ja-Jazz." Prowl groaned, though he was starting to heat up.
"I need a High Grade. Any bot up for a night at the bar?" Lockdown asked as he looked at the others.
Ironhide just grinned but shrugged. "Sure, I'm game. Care if I invite my femme?" He asked.
"Sure. Chromia's cool. You two fragging yet?" Lockdown asked grinning back.
All Ironhide was grin but chose not to answer. He instead looked over at Hound, who was quiet the entire time. "How about you, Hound? Want to invite any bot out with us?" He asked.
Hound smiled faintly but shook his head as he looked shyly away. "Nah. Got no bot to invite. I just don' have time to meet some bot and start a relationship with. With all the cases that keep piling up on us, it'd be kind of cruel to meet some bot and then have no time for them. But I am game for some High Grade." He said with a hint of forelorn in his tone.
Evwryone just smiled faintly at the green countrybot, feeling a little sympathetic towards him. They knew, even Lockdown, that if any mech should have a special bot, it would be Hound. He was really nice, warm sparked towards everyone. He deserved to have someone love him.
"Well, we're.off, mechs. We'll see ya next orn." Jazz said as he snagged Prowl's wrist and dragged him towards a highroad back to Iacon.
The other three watched them go, all smirking as Jazz already began the seductive touch on his lover.
"Ya know, on how much they frag each other, I am surprised none of them are sparked up yet." Lockdown remarked.
"Ah, it's only a matter of time. It'll be interesting when Jazz does end up parked. If not more insane than usual. A sparked Jazz can only mean a more insane Jazz. Almost feel bad for Prowl when Jazz starts getting moody. It'll be hilarious though." Ironhide said laughing.
Hound just shrugged. "I think it will be awesome. Prowl and Jazz deserve to have some little ones running around. They will definitely be cute, that's for sure." He said and the other two nodded in agreement.
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Upon returning to Iacon, it seemed that nothing really changed between Prowl and Jazz. Especially when they got revved up with each other.
Mouths were upon each other, hands were roaming, touching, heated panels only grew hotter as they rubbed against each other. Moans and groans rose as they took the lift up towards their apartment.
"Prowlers......uh.....open up.........wanna feel....." Jazz panted between heated kisses.
Prowl groaned as he felt Jazz's hand on his now hot panel and he slowly opened it, allowing his spike to spring out right into his lover's hand. He groaned loudly as he felt the warm palm wrap around him and begin pumping him in slow, torturous strides before speeding up. He kissed Jazz again, his glossa fighting the other's for dominance while his hand slipped down below and carressed his lover's valve cover.
The cover immediately slid aside so he could slide a finger or.two up into the hot canal to reach sensor nodes.
Jazz moaned, visor blinking out as he shifted his hips forward for more friction. "Uh.......oh, Prowl." He panted as he slowly rocked his hips into Prowl's hand while he pumped his lover.
"Ja-Jazz........oh.......oh......" Prowl groaned in between kisses. "Jazz.......let's.....erm......try and make it to.....the...berth......this time."
The doors pinged open, admitting them into their apartment and the two lovers stumbled inside, still pumping a spike, thrusting fingers into a valve, other hands rubbing and searching for all of the right points.
And then Prowl nearly stumbled over something, making him gasp and stomp his peds as he tried to find his balance.
Motions stopping, both turned to look at what Prowl had nearly tripped over and froze.
"Uh.......Prowl, did you......really? I like crystal flowers as any, and the black and silver crystal flowers are gorgeous but......that is just abit too much." Jazz said startled.
Prowl shook his head as he slipped his hand out from Jazz's valve, looking around the room with bewilderment. "Uh.....I didn't order these."
In the living room, there were dozens of black and silver crystal flowers in silver vases surrounding the entire room. There must have hundreds of flower cut crystals, glinting in the light, showing the deep, deep purple in the black crystal flowers.
And on the large balcony window was written in bold red, Hi Prowlers. Miss me?
Seeing the words, Prowl tensed up, his door wings stiff and high on his back. He knew.that hand writing from anywhere. And he was not happy in the least to see it. "
"Oh, no." The usual black and chrome mech whispered in growing horror.
Jazz looked at him in concern and confusion, not really understanding. "What, Prowl? What's wrong?" He asked touching his lover's arm.
Slowly, Prowl shook his head, looking pained and slow anger began to show on his face. He really hoped he was wrong but he knew that hand writing. And if the one who wrote the words was truly in Iacon, that could mean trouble was going to start brewing.
"It's my brother. He's back." The Enforcer said the foreboding words.