Savage Beauty

Strength, beauty and understanding, the three things he loved to see in anyone. Between his team-mates he found it, Optimus was the understanding, Bulkhead the strength and Bumblebee the beauty…and Ratchet…well Ratchet was grumpy and didn’t really count.

Prowl preferred to see all those qualities in one person rather than a whole team, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. He’d been assigned to this team and he’d stay with them to the end, loyalty was key to a strong working relationship.

There was one who personified everything he liked, strong, beautiful, savage and wonderful all at the same time. No one else understood like Prowl did; it was a match made it heaven.

They spent a lot of time sitting in companionable silence, enjoying the twitter of birds and the soft buzz of insects as they flew by.

Even the rain couldn’t dampen the enjoyment they found together; to them the rain was an orchestra playing a well rehearsed song on any surface it touched. Occasionally, like now, there would be thunder and lighting to bring the storm to a dramatic climax.

Prowl would lean back, content and protected in the arms of his partner and watch as lightning forked down to earth in the distance.

He’d try and match his spark-beat to the crash of thunder, listen for the hum of his engine over nature’s powerful song.

Thunder and lighting woke his carnal desires, the electricity in the sky fizzing around his own circuits, disrupting the normal flow of energy and replacing it with something better.

Slowly almost teasingly he strokes his chest plate, caressing the area over his spark, he can feel the regular thrum as it pulses life around his body.

His second hand sneaks under the thick, beige plating at his groin and rubs at his already hard shaft, flicking long nimble fingers over his tip. The static in the air isn’t helping; his body tingles pleasurably, sensitive to every miniscule touch and raindrop. More sensitive than something made of metal should be.

A crack of lightning across the sky makes him arch his back in pleasure, he can barely hear his hydraulics working over the heavy rain, but it only heightens what he’s feeling already.

His fingers slide across his silver shaft harder and faster, he can feel the overwhelming pull of overload dragging him closer with every flick of his skilled fingers.

The storm intensifies, the sky rumbles and growls as it thrashes earth with electric punishment. All the electricity in the air courses through Prowls circuits, a metallic moan escapes his mouth as his spark jumps at the sudden overload of energy flooding his systems to dangerous levels.

Twirling his fingers around a his shaft firmly he ignores the warnings flashing in his optics, he’s too close to stop, not even a Decepticon attack could pull him away from the task in hand.

He cries out as his overload hits him, his own noise drowned out by natures cry as thunder rumbles through the sky and into his own slender frame.

The world snaps into focus as his body slowly returns his energy flows to normal, suddenly he feels so small, so insignificant, like an ant in a huge worker colony. He likes nature makes him feel like that. He’s huge compared to the humans, sometimes getting reminded how small you really are is humbling.

He loves nature, its untameable savagery and incredible beauty speak to him in ways no other can.

Leaning back against the tree trunk, he watches the rest of the storm unfold, content in the knowledge that there are bigger things in the world than Autobots or Decepticons.