Hey everyone this is Sanuye (Darkyami1214) and here I have decided to post a JazzXOptimus story here.
Now to be honest I would have just drawn something, but I can't draw good, I can kinda draw humans but Autobots or Transformers is something I just can't do.
So I've decided to write a one shot on this paring, for *Ynnep.
Oh before I forget this takes place a few days after Episode 50, Prime Target. You'll see why.
Hope you guys like it ^^
Spring's Blooming Spark
The single thread of warm air shot through the base. Though it's scent could not be detected right away it's warm feeling was another.
A certain white and black figure moved through the yellow ship, taking two rose pink energon cubes in his hands. His mood a somewhat pleasant state. Not that he never been angry before, besides the fact that the troublesome twins would try to prank at his sparkmate or anyone else in the base.
Everyone knows fully never to be around the leader unless needed so for case of emergency. He smiled at the fact, he personally made sure of it.
He walked up ignoring some of the talk from certain Autobots in the base, walking to his sparkmate's room. Who was currently resting due to the previous events that has happened.
He was angry that the human had tried this on them; and to think they are suppose to protect them. This one man tried, no almost did capture his lover for his own selfish reasons.
No one and he means no one takes him away for any reason!
Sighing he walk on. He was never this angry before
So why now?
Everything was already taken care of, so why does this still bother him?
Closing his unseen optics he opened the door to his and Sparkmate's room. There the scene in front of him made his both smile, yet frown a little.
There the Autobot leader was fast asleep, he wore metallic bandages on his shoulders and partly his upper torso and abdomen. Ratchet already taken care of his physical health. But it still worried him sick that something worst could of happened to his Sparkmate.
Something much more worst.
Shaking away the thought he moved and sat down on the berth, setting one of the two fuel on the table beside him, holding the other in his two dark gray hands.
His tanks now forgetting about consuming his breakfast. Just everything seemed to have gone fast. From the peaceful time in Cybertron to the war, from knowing Optimus for so long then realizing their feelings for each other, then become as one to this
He knew that Optimus has gone through so much, having to see his sister die right in front of his eyes, must of really taken a toll on the red and blue mech.
Elita-1 first thought he had about her; he thought that she had been a sparkmate for Optimus, only to find out that she was really a sister to him. That gave him such the relief about it.
Now with the war that came with it, he heard she had died in the explosion. He couldn't stand for the fact that Optimus is going through so much.
He blamed every Decepticons for this. If it had not been for their selfish desires, none of this would have never happen. Optimus would of never have gone through this, and Jazz would have still have his parental units.
They lost their home to the destruction, everything
families, lovers, friends segregated, homes destroyed, bots suffering under massive amounts of pain. Everything above that is negative.
He moved his crystal optics to the bot next to him. He stirring a bit, once in a while his face would show signs of discomfort.
*Probably having a nightmare* He thought. He recalled Spike telling him about dreams and nightmare, what humans have when they rest. It wasn't different they too can have these images in their heads about recent events and desires, and at times unwanted, scarring imaging.
Humans and Autobots aren't so different from each other, beside the fact how the other looks and sometimes act.
Autobots can have feelings to each other, and feel pain. They know what they can do and the mistakes one makes.
Which brings him back to Chumly. He was certain that he thought Optimus was just a simple robot and for a Prize.
He was not neither of those things!
It made Jazz want to go over there and rip him apart for that. He exhaled, not like he was going to get that chance, it was their rule, not to hurt any organic life.
He knew that, but what about them, the rest of the Autobots. Some organic life can try to hurt them. Why can't Optimus see that. It recently just happened some time ago. And yet he still wants to protect them.
"Just why?" He asked particularly no one.
He felt something hit his thigh. Looking down he saw Optimus stirring even more now, his face scrunched up even more. Whatever he was dreaming about was now getting a lot worse.
Placing his drink down he moved carefully to the larger mech by the shoulders, shaking him.
"Optimus wake up. Please my love." He tried but the other's eyes were still dark.
He sighed, gripping on the other mech's shoulders a bit harder and pulled him up so now he was in a sitting position.
"Optimus." He spoke a little louder, which seemed to work a bit. Seeing how his optics glow for a moment and darken.
"Optimus." He said a bit louder than before. It worked for the larger mech just onlined his optics.
"J-Jazz..." He whispered slight signs of relief blanketed his face.
He smiled. "I'm here."
Without any remorse the other pushed into his arms, hugging him as if he were going to disappear if he didn't.
Jazz hugged him, rubbing his back carefully due to the injuries. They stayed like that for a few minutes before separating.
"Are you alright?" The black and white Cybertronian asked, caressing the other's face, in attempt to calm him down.
"Yeah." He whispered not looking into Jazz face. "What's wrong?" He asked looking directly at his leader's optics.
"Nothing." He mumbled.
That moment the Martini Porsche snapped looking directly at the other. "Alright. Spill." He coldly said, almost glaring at the taller bot.
The Autobot Leader blinked at his second command. "No it's nothing it was-"
"Stop." He cut him off.
"Something is wrong. What is it?"
Optimus, glanced around, before back at his sparkmate, he was clearly angry his red optics were showing signs of it.
He sighed knowing fully if he didn't there would be consequences. He chuckled slightly. "I could never hide anything from you."
He sat up, still a little stiff from his injuries. Though Ratchet healed his injuries mostly all the way, they still hurt badly if he put too much stress on them.
"Jazz..." He started.
"Yes." The other said crossing his servos.
*Sigh* "I'm still a bit weary from the incident." He admitted. "That can't be all." Resorted the SIC, his red optics becoming even more visible.
"You're right." He answered surprising the sport's car.
?" He turned, loosening his arm's cross grip.
"That's not all
there's more to what's happening." He said again, staring directly at Jazz, with minimum tired optics.
"Then what? What is it that's bothering you love... please, I don't like seeing you like this, please tell me." He begged, wanting to know the truth.
Optimus looked down, he knew that Jazz had the worst of it when he saw the injuries on him. Bumblebee kept telling him that he hardly slept at all since the accident.
He looked up. Jazz did deserve to know. Since they became together, they promised no secretes between each other, no matter what it was.
" He whispered, looking away.
Jazz stuttered. It was him? But Why? What has he done...!?
"I can't bare loosing you... When I saw you trapped and barely holding onto a thread from living and off lining I couldn't stand it." He said lowly, gaining Jazz's attention.
"When I was trying to find you guys, all I could think about was you. Every moment could have been my very last. I didn't care; all I wanted was you and the others safe, but mainly you."
"But even though everything is done, I can't help but think that what would happened if I had failed..." He said almost brokenly, a single tear threatening to fall.
Jazz stood there, his eyes wide. Optimus was hurting, not from the physical side, but mentally. Jazz moved closer, wrapping his arms around the taller bot.
Optimus stood still, but relaxed as he wrapped his own arms around his lover. Staying in that position as if there were no tomorrow.
It was small things like this that seemed to remove them from their thoughts away from all the battle and Decepticons. Times like this that the two wish it happens more often.
But because of everything that is happening, they need to hide their love from Decepticons. Knowing fully that Megatron will use Jazz against him. One sign of him knowing will be the end of everything.
Jazz propped his head up looking directly at the uncovered face of his Sparkmate. Beside the forming scar behind the eye area he was drop dead handsome.
Moving his eyes to his lips, without anymore remorse he placed his on top of Optimus's. Savoring the soft touch, and taste.
The leader stood still for a moment before melting into the kiss, their glossas dancing in an everlasting dance, fighting for dominance. What seemed hours stopped as the two parted. A trail of energon trailed from their labia plates.
Jazz smiled. He blessed Primus for allowing him to be with the most amazing and handsome bot in all of the universe.
"You did nothing wrong. You did what you could and you succeeded didn't you." He said, keeping his eyes on his mech, caressing his face at the same time.
"And with this I will never leave you, I'll be at your side for as long as our lives leads us." He finished, wiping the tear that finally rolled down his sparkmate's face with his thumb.
Optimus smiled, embracing his SIC tightly. "Thank you." He whispered in his ear.
The sound of grumbling covered the steady silence.
Optimus looked down, only to see Jazz blushing.
"Well, I see that my tank is functioning..." He embarrassingly explained.
'Grrruuueeeuuueee." This time the blue and red mech's face turned crimson. Placing a hand on his abdominal tank.
"Look who's the hungry one."