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   Grumbling, Jazz finally decided to kick his twin away from him. Sending the other mech a good distance away. “Look...,” he started as he finally sat up, using the booths table as leverage. “I got a job ‘o do an’ I don’t want ya messin’ anyth-” pausing mid way, a sudden thought crossed his processor. He knew Swindle liked his frame, so why not two? 

  Moving to stand up and away from the booth, Jazz stood there as he watched Ricochet stand up with a nasty grin on his face. “Ya know what? Ho-”

“How about I tag along?” Ricochet interrupted as he made his way closer to his twin. “Is that what ya wanted to say?”

   Jazz only frowned, but nodded at him either way. “Look, just don’t mess anythin’ up. I don’t feel like explainin’ why I failed at somethin’ so simple. An’ if ya do things right,” Jazz moved stepped closer to the wild mech, leaning in he whispered “Ya might just get somethin’ to eat.”

   Those last few words seemed to grasp a tight hold on Ricochet as he soon grabbed on tightly to Jazz’s forearm and dragged them out of the build. “What are we waiting for lets get going!” Not waiting for Jazz to transform, Rico transformed into his alt mode and zoomed off. However, it took him a moment to realize that he had no idea where he was going and Jazz hadn’t bothered to follow. Making his way back to his twin, he idled before him “Sooo....which way?”

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There was a feeling of being in charge that Sideswipe just loved whenever he was in his mansion alone. Even though he knew his brother was in one of the rooms painting his life away, the silence of the mansion echoed loudly in his audios. He was almost… happy because of it. It made him feel like a true king, sitting on his throne and listening to the silence of the court room. It always made him frown when he awoke from that daydream.

As host to the many parties that happened around his neighborhood, he was a renown public party figure, who always had the finest wines and ales. None of the drinks he brought to his parties were sold on the black market (though he had some of those in stock as well, but he never told anyone where it was and he only shared them between himself, his brother and his special consort). His outwardly good attitude and friendly nature made everyone that much more oblivious to the darker underground workings that he orchestrated. The police were wrapped around his servo, beyond the outsider Lord Prowl and a few others, and the entire underground black market would soon become entirely his, after his last remaining competitors were knocked out of the way. Lord Swindle was his favorite and the very last one on the list.

It was all a part of the deal he made for his consort. The demon wouldn’t be here without a reason, and giving sexual favors to a demon to become king of the crop was a small price to pay, even if it meant the end of the known world.

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Baby Jazz has a…waitaminute!

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I did this back in December and it only made it onto one site.  I touched it up and put it up here.  This is the first doodle I did of any Transformer in almost 10 yrs.  Of course it had to be of Jazz.

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After preparing himself and making sure his frame looked 'acceptable'. Jazz left his Lords manor, not really caring so much about the guest that was entertain his master, as he was his assignment. The demon couldn't help but lick his lip plates before transforming and driving off into the direction of his targets.

  It would take him some time to get their if he drove the speed limit and Jazz really wasn't inclined to do that. The area he had to travel to was quite far and the area itself wasn't one a mech of his 'standing' was supposed to be in. A new look was in order if he wanted to achieve the mission with little problem and no tie backs to his lord. 

  Driving throw a  few cities, Jazz stopped into a tavern he frequented a lot. It was in one of the more less wealthy areas and had a influx of different frames pass by. Frames, Jazz would scan and shape while going out into missions. It just didn't seem right for a Lord's consort to be hanging out in the more shady areas. The tavern he was now in was pushing it.  But the number of times he frequented the tavern suggested that he mostly likely came for some form of entertainment or relaxation like the other bots here. 

  As time passed, Jazz contacted Lord Swindle and wondered if the mech would be available now for their drink. Surely, Sideswipe said to do that later, but what better time than now? He could get what he wanted and pin everything on the slimy lord. 

  Finally seeing a frame pleasing to his optics, Jazz moved from the booth he had been sitting in towards the mech before he was stopped. A dark helm'd mech with the same frame type stood before him with red and white plating instead of the pure white he himself had on. A yellow visor glowed brightly in front of unseen optics as a sharp toothed grin spread on the mechs face. 

 Jazz, slightly caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the mech, was roughly shoved back into his booth. Hovering over Jazz in the small space, making it impossible for him to escape the mech's hand up and down Jazz's sideplating. "I still can't get over th' fact th' ya wear white. Heh, you an' this color don't go 'ogehter at all." The mech chuckled as his hand moved up to rest on Jazz's hood.

  Frowning, Jazz looked up at the mech and didn't move or attempt to stop his actions. He was agitated and made sure the mech knew "Ya slagign' tool where have ya been?! An' why do ya always gotta make a scene here?" 

 "Oh ya know. Here an' there. Wait what? Why not?" The mech said as if hurt "Its fun that I get 'o push around a lords consort without gettin' in trouble."I can ever get mechs jealous or angry when I touch ya an' push ya around." The mech laughed again as Jazz gaze fixed pointedly at him. 

 "Well get th' frag off of me," he grind out "I actually have somethin' 'o do. I didn't come 'o this place 'o relax." 

That piqued the mechs interest "Really? An' what would that be?"

"Maybe, I'll tell ya, once ya get off o' me Ricochet."

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   Lord Sideswipe glanced over the datapads, his expression grim as he absorbed the information on the screen. Considering the time he had sent out the servant, he was pretty sure they should have been back by now, unless the P.I. was preoccupied. It would be another jour before Lord Sideswipe heard news of them, but by then he had finally got off the couch and headed off to the front door, intent on intercepting them if they were to arrive. He walked with the primal grace of a formidable hunter, a predator taken out of the jungle and domesticated. When the mechs finally arrived, it was not the mechs he had been looking for.

   A tall slender dark blue mech greeted him at the door, his facemask and visor carefully covering his entire faceplate, hiding the emotion underneath. His servant was as unresponsive and unemotional as ever, not even registering the intimidating height of the guard. Lord Sideswipe felt protected while he stood in the entrance of his home, intimidated simply because he was a mech of higher standing and he firmly believed that he was untouchable. However, he was the only mech around who had a demon consort who could back him up and he knew it, too.

   His attention shifted from the giant to the mech he was guarding and he frowned minutely before his face split into a natural well-practiced smile. “Nightbeat, how good to see you here at last,” he said, the emphasis on the last two words carefully nonthreatening. “Care for some refined high-grade or specially made energon?”

   “That won’t be necessary,” Nightbeat spoke, a stiff edge to his voice. Lord Sideswipe knew the sound of someone who had been forewarned. By whom? and about what? 

   He quirked an optic ridge at him in surprise. “Oh?” he asked, confused.

   “I’ve heard a few rumors about mechs and femmes disappearing off the streets,” he said, being purposefully vague. “After drinking contaminated fluids.”

   Sideswipe frowned, fully aware of some minor underground entrepreneur pulling out a lot of date-rape drugs and his victims coming up dead elsewhere in the city. It hadn’t been a particular concern of his, but the fact that it was happening around his estate made him a little bit more wary and annoyed at this new interloper.

   “I promise you, my energon is perfectly safe. I’ll open a new bottle of mid-grade and you can check the seals yourself.” To punctuate that statement, he gesture to his servant bot with a simple, but complicated signal that sent it off to do his wordless bidding. Better to get it occupied than bring out another servant bot. He knew it was better to showcase the quality of his bots rather than the quantity, especially when his alleged budget only allowed for certain amounts of them. He had, frankly, too many hidden throughout the mansion for his public pay grade.

   The red business leader frowned minutely when he walked away, careful to keep the expression hidden from his guest. The promise of a new competitor up the street was worrisome at best. With all his attention and assets focused on ending Lord Swindle, he hadn’t had time to focus on nay of the new blood, a mistake that might cost him.

   “I take it you didn’t bring me here for a little social visit,” Nightbeat said neutrally, accepting a fully sealed energon cube and checking it over. 

  “No,” he said, relaxing in his seat. “I wanted to talk to you about a conversation I overheard a while back.”

   “Oh?” Nightbeat asked, quirking an optic ridge, but Sideswipe could see tiredness underlying his barely there interest. He was glad he had picked Nightbeat, who’s skills at reading a mech were not nearly as on par as Prowl’s. The black and white Enforcer lord was scarily deceptive when it came to figuring a mech’s motives out and telling what was and wasn’t a lie. Nightbeat lacked that quality, though he was a formidable ex-enforcer himself. He wasn’t a P.I. for no reason.

   The lord smiled sympathetically. “I’m sure this will greatly interest you. I believe it has something to do with some black market trading here in the citiy.”

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  The second kiss was all but a surprise to the demon, and enough incentive for him to get to work. "Of course my lord," he said with a bow before exiting the room and heading straight for his room. He still needed to empty out his subspace from his earlier trip and he wanted to be 'prepared' before heading out. 

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   That response was good, excellent, and he rewarded the mech with another kiss, being sure to linger in the way he knew would get the mech excited. “Good,” he purred, before gesturing the consort away, face growing impassive and showing a hint of dislike. “I have to entertain Nightbeat soon. I don’t want you here to foul things up.”

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  The demon hummed into kiss, always enjoying the feel of the way his lords lips pressed against his own. Every time they kissed, Jazz could taste the deliriously sweet life force that was his masters. The kiss was short and Jazz had to use everything within his power not to go for more. Especially when it seemed that Sideswipe needed him for something.

  Bowing his head down as if in thought, the demon looked back up and give Sideswipe a soft smile. "Don't worry my lord. I can surely handle this simple task you have given me."

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   The promise sounded pleasant to his audios, and gripped his consort by the chin, bringing his face up for a kiss. He sighed, deepening the kiss and wrapped his other hand like a vice around the demon’s helm before pulling away.

   “You can complete your promise later,” he said, making sure that Jazz understood he meant both to the other Lord and himself. “In the meantime, I have my own meeting with Nightbeat to work through later today, if he’s available at all, and I’ll need your cooperation in order for this to run smoothly.” He didn’t hesitate to share the plan, fully aware of Jazz’s skill and expertise in order to get the job done and not at doubting the demon’s loyalty - to an extent. “I want you to visit a friend of mine down on the lower district. You’ll recognize the place.”

   He lowered his voice secretively so only Jazz’s sensitive audio horns could pick them up. He wasn’t worried about the spies or bugs so much with the demon around. “Make sure the cops find them in the warehouse. No one get tipped off. Lord Prowl should feel at least slightly accomplished by the end of the week. Just make sure nothing ties back to me, and use your new angel to point the blame on the other Lord.” By the latter, he meant Swindle. He pulled away, his voice mockingly concerned, as if he had an entirely different conversation in barely audible whispers. “Can you do that for me?”

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 The demon practically purred as he moved closer to Sideswipe, moving up to stand beside his lords throne. Leaning forward Jazz turned his helm back to look at Sideswipe with that sweet smile of his. "My lord I hope you aren't too mad at me for talking with your guest. He did invite me after all." 

 Standing up straight, Jazz moved to stand in front of his lord before kneeling down on one knee. Jazz knew the room they were in had ears of their own and Sideswipe made no mistake of letting him know that over and over again. Annoying as it may be. So now, he'd continue to play the consort the flirted with other lords other than his own. Of course those rumors never did get very far.

 From what others could see, Jazz was practically joined to Sideswipe at the hip no matter how much he played around. 

 "My lord," looking up into Sideswipe's optics " I'll make it up to you in anyway you see fit."

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   The tan mech smirked to himself as he watched the consort show off his shapely figure. It was a promise that he was looking forward to. He left the mansion behind him quickly and took a discrete drive back out of the neighborhood. No doubt someone would notice, but Swindle didn’t particularly care at the moment. It was spite, mostly, but he had an idea to deal with his competitor. To beat him at his own game.

   Lord Sideswipe’s glare was potent and lethal. He hated it when the demon went off the books and started messing around with his perfect plan. He shifted on his makeshift throne, looking over the mech. 

  “You’d know exactly why,” he said stiffly. “I hope you plan to make it up to me in the future.”

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Ya think so? I don't think you're rubbin' off on me that much.

Hey Siders, had a dream about you and me. Wanted to tell ya about it yesterday but I kinda fell into recharge. Plus I've been messin' ya sooo thats probably the reason why.

Oooh, what was the dream? Did you look cute in it~?

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That's the thing...I don't know. I didn't even know what the place was...and I never even heard of the place before. Maybe the multi-verse is effecting my processor or somethin'.

Hey Siders, had a dream about you and me. Wanted to tell ya about it yesterday but I kinda fell into recharge. Plus I've been messin' ya sooo thats probably the reason why.

Oooh, what was the dream? Did you look cute in it~?

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I don't even know why I was dreamin' about humans and that Japan....never even met one or been to their planet. I think we were humans too, I don't remember much...but I think the food was good.

Hey Siders, had a dream about you and me. Wanted to tell ya about it yesterday but I kinda fell into recharge. Plus I've been messin' ya sooo thats probably the reason why.

Oooh, what was the dream? Did you look cute in it~?

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I always look good. Besides, we were on a vacation trip and we were in some place called Japan. So we were there and we were trying to get something to eat...but everything looked good so we were ordering everything.

Hey Siders, had a dream about you and me. Wanted to tell ya about it yesterday but I kinda fell into recharge. Plus I've been messin' ya sooo thats probably the reason why.

Oooh, what was the dream? Did you look cute in it~?

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Really? Ya know I got to hear this. Lay some on me before I start sharin' any with ya.

Are pick up lines all you practice at while you're in the army, Jazz?

Mmm, its more of a side thing. Gotta find alternate was ‘o throw off the enemy ya know. Besides I’m not in the army…yet.

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Right now? ....Ya gotta give a mech some time Siders.

Are pick up lines all you practice at while you're in the army, Jazz?

Mmm, its more of a side thing. Gotta find alternate was ‘o throw off the enemy ya know. Besides I’m not in the army…yet.

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Are pick up lines all you practice at while you're in the army, Jazz?

Mmm, its more of a side thing. Gotta find alternate was 'o throw off the enemy ya know. Besides I'm not in the army...yet.

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Are you a magnet? Cuz im attracted to you

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Gotta cue up some more of those replies for you guys. Think I gotta save 'em for tomorrow.