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It’s early in the morning, really early when Prowl jolts awake. It could’ve been from the loud sound of thunder booming outside the Arc, or maybe the fast pitter-patter of the rain falling onto the spacecraft. But instead it was the soft touches of a servo gliding across his left door wing.
Prowl dims his optics with a slight exhale and sinks back into his pillow, letting the digits glide across his frame.
It wasn’t a surprise what the mech was searching for; the scars and indents and small knicks all over his frame. From the claw marks on his doorwing, to the light indents of digits on his hips. To the stab scar on his pauldrons, to the one on his thigh.
And the long scar across his neck cables.
Prowl’s optics light up again when he feels the touch on his face plate, the knife wound that begins below his left optic and stops below his red chevron on his helm. He looks into the red visor of the other mech as he looks down at the autobot crazily, his plush lips spread in a wide grin as he holds his claws above his other unmarked doorwing.
“Meister,” Prowl says tiredly. “Just come to bed like a normal mech.”
The mech in question pouts and lowers his servo back onto the bed.
“Your no fun Prowler,” he says sulkily.
Prowl relaxes with a long exhale back into his soft sheets and watches as the slightly bigger mech climbs in his berth, practically using him as a pillow as he climbs over him and snuggles into his backside with a happy hum, his servos thrown around his hips.
“I have enough scars as it is, stop trying to add more,” Prowl says grumpily and moves his helm away when Meister tries to bite him again on the neck.
“But I like when mechs know belong to me,” he says happily. Prowl looks over his pauldon and glares at him heatedly.
“You're going to kill me at this rate you idiot,” he hisses and Meister gasps.
“How dare you Prowler! I’ll let you know that havin’ my mark is the panicle of status in the deception ranks.”
“Oh big words, didn’t know you had it in you.” Meister slaps his thigh and Prowl retaliates by kicking his ped harder than necessary.
“It is on mech,” Meister grins.
The two mechs begin to wrestle around on the berth, pulling and tugging and hitting and rolling as they laugh and smile. Finally Meister manages to roll Prowl on his back, sitting between his legs as the autobot looks up at him with a beautiful smile.
The decepticon can feel himself smiling as they stare into each other's optics and Prowl’s servos wrap around Meister’s neck cables. Meister let himself be pulled down into a kiss, his frame caging Prowl in as the kiss turns from slow and loving to desperate and lustful.
Prowl’s thighs wrap around his waist and Meister groans as he feels the slow wet grind against his panel. The decepticon breaks the kiss with a torturous groan.
“Com’ on baby! Don’t do this to me. You know what will happen if you get caugh’ babe.” Prowl chuckles.
“Then don’t let me,” he whispers and Meister’s servos clinch around the mech pillows tightly.
”Where the cold hearted, untouchable Prowler when ya need ‘em,” Meister whispers back and Prowl just smiles.
Another wet grind almost makes him almost pop his panel and Meister hisses.
”Nope, nope, nope,” he says as he manhandles Prowl on his side and snuggles him again.
Prowl blinks in surprise.
“I’m not gettin’ the silent treatment again when I inevitably leave some marks on you Prowler.” The autobot frowns and hums.
Meister expects Prowl to joke again and say “Big words yet again,” only to be met with silence.
After a couple of seconds of silence Meister rolls his optics and grumbles out an exasperated groan .
“Nah mech, I know that hum,” Meister sighs. “That’s the ’I’m disappointed and I’m givin’ you the silent treatment hum’.” Prowl hums and pulls away from the comfortable embrace.
“Com’ on babe don’t do this to me, I haven’t been able to touch you in so long,” Meister whines and Prowl moves farther away.
”This is hurtin’ me too ya’know! You think I want ta blue ball myself?! You know that I know your too pretty to resist Prowler!”
Silence.
“Prowl?”
“Love of my life.”
“Gorgeous?”
“Beautiful bumper of Primus?”
Silence.
”Frag Prowl fine,” he groans. “Megatron is planning another raid on the factory near the city for some energon while the Seekers plan to space bridge some metals from the mining site to the base.” Prowl smiles.
“What kind?”
”Ya’know the usual, Iron, magnesium, and some other stuff. Things Shockwave needs for some of his experiments. Might even take some rubies and all that.”
Meister drags Prowl back into his embrace and kisses his neck cables. “Soundwave is going to kill me.” The mech turns around and gives Meister a long kiss on the face plate.
“I’ll give you a reward in the morning.”
“Really?” Meister says skeptically and Prowl hums.
Meister kisses his neck cables excitingly, causing Prowl to smile.