A fic promised for Dragowolf who came in second in my contest that I held on deviantart.

Beta read by: I-love-me-some-leggypoo

Anyway it seems I'm getting better at writing. You can only get better by writing and by constructive criticism.

:Disclaimer: Me no own Transformers.

Prowl knew Bluestreak had a crush on him. He knew when Bluestreak passed the crush stage and started to love him. He could see how Bluestreak looked at him. How his optics followed him when he was in the same room. The other Autobots could see it, too. Bets were placed by Smokescreen to see when Prowl would crack and fall for Bluestreak. Prowl didn't have time for romance. He had his job to do. He even tried to discourage Bluestreak from loving him by being harsher on him.

Although, he did like Bluestreak as a friend, a comrade. Besides, he wouldn't know what to do in a relationship. He thought he had his emotions hidden but when he saw Bluestreak lying on the battlefield battered and broken, his spark plummeted. From then on, he made a promise to Bluestreak. If he survived, he would be with him. That was a mistake on his part.

According to Ratchet, Bluestreak was lucky to be alive. He knew why. When he was lying on the energon-stained battlefield, waiting for death, Prowl had found him and promised him if he would survive, he would be with him. Now as he walked out of med bay, Bluestreak happily made his way towards Prowl's office.

He knew Prowl would be in his office. He would be writing reports and reviewing them before giving them to Optimus Prime. He was thrilled that Prowl had finally come to accept that he loved him. Bluestreak wanted to be with him. Hope poured into him. When he arrived at Prowl's office, Bluestreak took a moment to cycle air through his intakes. He was nervous. Then he knocked.

"Enter," said Prowl from inside.

Opening the door, Bluestreak walked in and took a look around before shutting the door. Prowl's desk was crammed full of reports.

"What is it Bluestreak?" Prowl asked, looking up at him once he finished a report.

What? No asking how he was? If he felt better? Wasn't he going to say he loved him? That he wanted to be with him?

"Bluestreak, as you can see, I'm busy. If you don't have anything to say, please leave." Prowl said, frowning at Bluestreak when he remained silent.

Bluestreak gaped at Prowl, finally.

"Prowl, I thought you said you love me. Do you not remember your promise? Did you lie to me? I don't understand. I-"

"That's enough, Bluestreak," Prowl insisted. "No I didn't mean it. My processor had taken a beaten in the battle earlier so I was shook up some."

That was a lie and he knew it. To tell the truth, he was scared. He knew he hurt Bluestreak's feelings. He could see it on his face, how his door wings wilted.

"Bluestreak wait," Prowl said, standing up as he watched him walk to the door.

"What?"

He could hear Bluestreak's voice wavering. Slag, he made a mess of everything.

"Listen. This is...hard for me. I do feel something for you." Prowl admitted.

Bluestreak walked over to him, excited. "Do you mean it?"

"I do, I just-"

Bluestreak put a finger on Prowl's lip components. Prowl could feel the softness and the warmth of that finger. He looked at Bluestreak to see him staring at him.

"I know you never been in a relationship and I haven't either but we can learn. I want to be with you. You've done so many things for me," Bluestreak whispered, his finger still on Prowl's lip components.

"Is that why you want to be with me? Because I've protected you?"

"No," Bluestreak said, his voice a bit hurt. "I love you. I love everything about you. You always know how to comfort me when I'm down. I like being with you."

Prowl sighed. He liked comforting Bluestreak too. He- Suddenly, he was whisked into a hard, lustful and frantic kiss. Surprised, Prowl just let Bluestreak kiss him. Slag, who was he kidding? He did love Bluestreak.

Ignoring his battle and logic computer, Prowl put his hand around Bluestreak's helm and kissed back. Moaning, Bluestreak broke the kiss, after a couple of minutes. Unfortunately, the next thing Bluestreak knew, Prowl pushed Bluestreak backwards until he hit Prowl's desk.

Confused, he stared at Prowl as he cleared his desk off with one swipe of his hand. With that done, Prowl proceeded to push Bluestreak across his desk, pinning both of Bluestreak's hands above his head. Then Prowl traced one finger down the side of Bluestreak's face.

"Prowl," Bluestreak managed to say shocked as he stared up at Prowl's metallic face, seeing how Prowl's optics were darkening.

"I've been an idiot. I keep telling myself that I don't feel anything for you, but I do. I can't get you out of my processor. The way you talk, move, and think it makes you look innocent. That innocence reminds me there might yet be hope for the future."

"So you do love me?"

Prowl chuckled at the cute and wide-optic, innocent look on Bluestreak's face.

"Yes, Blue."

With that, Prowl swooped in and gave Bluestreak a searing kiss. Hearing Bluestreak moan, fueled his passion for him even more so with quick work, Prowl began running his hands down Bluestreak's form, pinching and groping anything he could get his hands on. After a few moments of moaning and groaning in Prowl's mouth, Bluestreak retaliated and began rubbing Prowl's door wings.

Breaking off the kiss, Prowl moaned. Bluestreak smiled but not for long for Prowl started to attack Bluestreak's neck with his lips and dental plating while grounding his hips into Bluestreak. Bluestreak couldn't take much more. With a few more grinds and Prowl groping more of his body, Bluestreak overloaded.

"Are you all right, Blue?" Prowl asked, looking down at the panting form of Bluestreak.

Bluestreak nodded. He always dreamed of interfacing with Prowl and now that he done it, he couldn't be happier.

"I love you, Prowl," Bluestreak said, reaching up and hugging Prowl.

Prowl hugged back of course and said, "And I love you too."

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