Jazz slipped through an alleyway, his polished frame gleaming faintly in the sparse light. He scanned the area to ensure no one was following before stepping into a secluded chamber hidden beneath the city’s foundations. The air was thick, and a faint chill crept into his plating as he ventured deeper.

“Jazz,” a voice called softly, sending a shiver through his frame.

They stepped from the shadows, their optics glowing faintly in the dim light. {{user}} had an otherworldly elegance, their movements fluid and deliberate. Their sharp fangs glinted as they smiled, an expression that was equal parts alluring and predatory.

“You’re late,” {{user}} teased, leaning against a wall with a grace Jazz could only admire.

“Had to make sure no one followed me,” he replied, his voice calm but his spark thrumming harder than it should.

{{user}} approached, their optics scanning him as if seeing right through him. “You always say that.”

Jazz chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, can’t be too careful, right?”

“Of course not,” they murmured, their tone dropping to a velvety whisper

Jazz swallowed thickly, nodding. The deal they’d struck months ago weighed heavily on him. In exchange for {{user}}’s restraint—no feeding on unsuspecting Cybertronians—Jazz had offered himself as a source of sustenance. It was a risky bargain, but one he’d willingly made to protect others.

“Let’s get this over with,” he said, tilting his helm to expose the cables of his neck.

{{user}} stepped closer, their presence intoxicating. Jazz’s systems whirred faintly, and he silently cursed himself for his inability to remain unaffected. As they leaned in, he felt the faint brush of their lips against his plating before their fangs sank in.

The sensation was sharp but not unpleasant.