I don't own anything and never freaking will.

All mistakes are mine.

When he walked into his quarters he did not expect to be pulled into a kiss. He automatically tensed until he recognized the familiar hands travel down a familiar path down his back. He put more pressure into the kiss leaning into the other mech.

Breaking the kiss he leaned his forehead onto the others. "What brought that on?"

The other mech started nipping at his neck cables, "hmm I love you. Soo much."

He moaned when he felt black hands hit a sensitive wire. "I love you too," he said tilting his head upwards.

"Bond with me."

His optics snapped open. "Wh-what?"

The other looking him dead in the optics and pulled him close, "If you love me as much as I love you, bond with me."

He didn't know what to say. Of course he loved him, but bonding? He opened and closed his mouth unsure of what to say.

"I know you're thinking of procedure and risks-" "Very big risks." "-but it would mean the world to me, you, both of us."

"I-I don't know what to say." He said grabbing the black hands.

"Just consider it," A squeeze at his hands.

"Okay," He squeezed back.

"Okay you'll consider it, or okay you'll bond with me?" A hopeful look in the blue visor.

He gave a small smile as he leaned down to kiss the mech. Hands coming up to the sides of his helm.

He broke the kiss to look him in the optics. "Okay as in I'll bond with you."

The smaller mech broke into a huge grin before latching onto the others mouth. They found their way to the berth that they sometimes shared. He felt the edge against the back of his knees and fell onto it with the smaller mech on top.

He pulled himself up the rest of the way. Never breaking the deeply heated kiss. Bodies pressing hard against each other as they tried to get closer. He felt his spark start to beat faster and he let out a long moan as the visored mech grabbed a hold of his sensitive door wings. Gripping tightly to the wires of the others back.

He smirked slightly when he felt him shiver.

His white hands groping the other, wanting desperately to go further. To his discouragement, black hands stopped him and brought them back up to his shoulders. They soon went back to his wings the sensitive wires near his hips.

"Ja-Jazz. Now." He gasped.

Jazz chuckled. His visor brightened when he saw the slightly heated look of his partner. "Not yet. Your not ready."

"N-no teasing." Hands once again traveling downward.

Grabbing the hands again, Jazz held them above his head, "If we're gonna do this, we do it my way."

He started sucking on a cable in his neck, nipping slightly. The winged mech shuddered. If he wants to play this game then so be it, he thought. He flipped them over so he was straddling the smaller mech.

Jazz smirked. He moaned when the white hands started roaming over his plating, hitting every sensitive spot he had. He's playing back. Good, it's what he wanted. He moved his hands gripping the doorwings above him.

They both could feel their plating heating up. Getting closer to their climax. They still had a while to go though.

The white hands traveled down Jazz's frame until they reached his legs. One hand traveled back until it was groping his aft. The other playing with the seams by his hips. The visored mech moaned as his sensor relies exploded.

The hand groping his aft grabbed Jazz's own from his doorwings and held them up above his head. He leaned down and covered his lips with his own. He moved his lips to his jaw, sucking as he made his way to the smaller mech's neck. Biting the neck cables his lips traveled down to his chest plate.

He licked the seam of Jazz's chest plate then started moving down. Glossa sneaking into every crack and groove it could find. Finally his glossa made it down to his spike. He looked up and smirked and the heated faceplates of the visored mech.

He took his free hand and knocked on the covering while whispering, "Open up."

Jazz looked at him in bewilderment. When he said he wanted to play his way, he did not expect him to really get into it like this. Without second thought he opened, excited to see what he would do.

The winged mech's optics brightened at the sight of the others hard spike. Licking his lips he lowered his helm and started teasing the spike. Jazz moaned loudly. And to think he was the one doing the teasing earlier.

His hands grabbed the others helm and as he felt the tip of his spike enter his mouth he pushed, forcing it in fully. He tilted his helm back and shuddered his optics. The glossa wrapping around his other was and will always be the best thing he felt.

When he pulled back Jazz started to protest but was cut off when he felt a digit poke into his port.

"Frag just do it already!" He shouted breathlessly.

"'Not yet. Your not ready.'" Jazz groaned as his own words tortured him.

He felt another digit push into his port. Then another. The three digits pushed further, teasing sensor nodes then pulling back out. He made sure to hit every sensor he could find.

He brought his helm back down and his glossa started pushing into the port. The mech ignored the "You fragger" and relished the sweet taste Jazz had. Swirling his glossa around covering every inch of his port before pulling out.

When he sat up he looked into the others very heated faceplates and started undoing his own covering. He made sure Jazz could see as he started running his hand over his own spike.

'Slag, he's been holding back,' Jazz thought as he slammed the back of his helm down onto the berth. "fraggit! Just do it already!" He all but screamed.

He didn't get what he wanted so he put it into his own hands. He grabbed the others waist and flipped them over making him on top. He put the tip of his spike into the others port and rammed in. Not bothering to go slow. He waited enough. He pulled out slightly then rammed back in hitting every sensor. He felt the white hand's death grip on his waist. They were tearing into the paint, leaving scratches.

When Jazz felt his overload nearing he slowed down. They still had to do what they intended to do. While still thrusting his spike into the clenching port, he reached down and searched for the clasps to the others chestplate. When he found them he snapped them open and watched in awe as they started unfolding, revealing a shocking blue purple light.

"Primus," He muttered as he stared at the blueish purple ball of energy pulsing in it's glass casing. He hasn't seen anything like it. It was truly beautiful, and he said as much out loud.

The blue looked like it was dancing with the purple. Swirling together in perfect harmony. With every pulse the light would get brighter then get dull again. Bright. Dull. Either way it was perfect.

He was so entranced by the spark that he almost missed the hands clawing at his chest plate. Chuckling, he undid his own clasps and watched the others optics light up when they saw his spark. It was a bright blue gold color.

The two colors clashed beautifully. The blue not to dark and the gold not to bright. Just perfect. They way they swirled together looked like a beautiful war between the two colors. "Primus," the mech gasped, mirroring the others words.

Jazz bent down and interlocked their lips. The kiss was had more emotion put into than ever before. If that was possible. Jazz felt the very familiar white hands cup his face pulling him closer.

The mech gasped into the kiss as Jazz's hands traveled lightly across his spark chamber. The blue-purple spark lighting up brightly.

"Jazz, now. Please," He pleaded. Wanting, no needing the others spark with his own. He unlocked his spark chamber and felt the top folding in. His spark now exposed to the cool air. He shuddered as the air hit the sensitive ball.

Jazz, also eager to merge sparks, let his own chamber to open. Shuddering himself at the cool air.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered himself closer to his lover.

The winged mech could feel the access energy from his partner's spark. It felt, amazing. When their chambers finally met the room exploded with light. A mix of blue-gold and blue-purple.

Both mechs yelled out. Feeling the others emotions and seeing their memories. It was more than anymech could ever imagine.

They could feel the desire, the need, the want, the undying love they felt for each other. They could see the happy moments from the others lives. The sad, the angering, all of them. It felt right to be sharing this with their lovers. It felt natural.

Black and white hands scratched and clawed at the others plating. Optics flickering out as energy traveled towards the merged sparks.

Then everything exploded. The light getting brighter, energy traveled though their bodies. They hit their climaxes and overloaded. Lubricants squirting into the mech's port.

He hid his face in Jazz's shoulder as he screamed.

"Primus, Jazz!"

He felt him throw his helm back as their sparks separated. Going back to their respected casings.

"Prowl!"

He heard his name get called out. Then everything went black.

Prowl woke with a start. Panting hard as his systems worked hard to cool themselves down. He felt and arm pull on him slightly and saw a mech lying next to him on the berth. When he snuggled his head closer to Prowl's chest, he realized it was Jazz.

He smiled softly as he cupped the mech's check and trailed his thumb over his cheek.

He remembered. Not everything no, but he remember Jazz being his bondmate. That's all that mattered to him at the moment. He was about to wake him up to tell him the news but stopped to check the time. It was still very early in the morning. He frowned. He didn't want to wake him up. He needed sleep. They both did.

Turning onto his side so he could wrap his arms around Jazz, Prowl settled down to recharge. He frowned again when sleep wouldn't come. He had to much things on his mind. So instead he stared at the wall.

'Where did the memory even come from?' He couldn't understand how the memory randomly popped up after days of nothing. That is until he remembered the events from the night before.

What they did must have triggered something in his processor. But why? Why after days of normal activity around a base he spends most of his time at, why does THAT of all things trigger a memory?

He shouldn't care about it that much but he did. It bothered him for some reason. He would have to talk to Ratchet about it later. Yes it would be awkward but he needed it. He needed some answers. He didn't like being in the dark, not his long.

He sighed. He would find answers if it was the last thing he did.

Prowl felt his systems start to shut down once again. Recharge pulling at him. He struggled against it for a moment until he let it drag him under.

The next time he woke he was the only one in the berth. Sitting up slightly alarmed, he searched around the room. His optics landed on a slightly opened door. Light poured through the crack as did the sound of water running.

He calmed down. He 'lost' his bondmate once, he didn't want to do it again.

Getting of the berth, he made his way to the door. Pushing it open the rest of the way, he smirked at the mech in front of him. He had his back to him, standing under the spray of water. He was humming softly as he swayed his hips in tune. He quietly walked over so he was standing behind Jazz.

He lifted an optic ridge when the mech didn't notice him. He smiled, shaking his head. He snaked an arm around the smaller mech's waist. Prowl started chuckling when he jumped. He really started laughing when he heard a squeak come from him.

When Jazz turned to look at the mech he relaxed. "The frag Prowler?"

He smiled down at him. "I've never heard you squeak. It's rather...cute."

Jazz looked at him bewildered. Searching the blue optics, he didn't see the somewhat confused look he usually saw in his optics when Prowl looked at him. Instead was the utter love he saw the morning after they had bonded. And every morning after that to be exact.

"You- Do-" He couldn't ask the question. Scared that what he sees is just a cruel trick his mind decided to play on him. But all his fears faded when Prowl nodded.

"Remember? Yes." He stumbled backwards when the smaller mech jumped at him. His optics going wide when arms wrapped around his throat tightly and legs wrapped around his middle. "I don't remember much still, but I do remember you."

"I don't slagging care Prowler. You remember me, that's all I care about," He said but the words were muffled as his face was pressed into his neck.

Prowl chuckled as he wrapped his arms around his lover and held on tightly. "Your wet," He stated.

Jazz picked up his head and looked at Prowl, optics narrowed under his visor. "No duh, but sorry to say, your kinda wet too."

"I've noticed." He said smiling. "Let's finish up here then get some energon."

"Sounds good." Jazz said offering a smile of his own.

Later that day Prowl was walking back to his quarters. It was getting late and he had just finished his shift at the monitor room. Sense he started remember some things, Ratchet has deemed him fit enough to at least handle that.

Though Prowl went to see Ratchet, he wasn't able to ask him anything he wanted to know. Some mechs on patrol had a run in with some cons. To Ratchet's dismay there were injuries he had to repair and kicked him out with orders of light duty. And by light duty he obviously meant monitor duty.

Prowl sighed and shook his head, Sometimes that medic was a little weird.

Other than the fact he still had unanswered question, the day has gone rather well. Mechs were happy that his memories were coming back and because of orders from, and strong threats from the CMO, the twins haven't pulled any pranks lately.

He didn't see what was wrong with the twins having a little fun. Jazz explained that that was one of the reasons why they couldn't. He was an easy target for them.

When he got to his quarters and opened the door he found Jazz already in the room. He was sitting at the desk with his legs up on the desk, music was blasting. Prowl thought about why he couldn't hear the music from the hall but quickly shook the thought out of his head. It looked like Jazz was working on a report. Curious, Prowl walked up behind him.

"What are you working on?" He asked, causing the other mech to jump slightly.

"Primus Prowl, you really need to stop doing that," He said jokingly. Prowl cocked his head, asking for an answer. "Eh, it's nothing. Just a report from patrol. It can wait." He said tossing the datapad onto the desk.

"Oh, well if it's a report you should probably finish it."

"Nah I'd rather spend time with you."

Prowl smiled softly. He grabbed Jazz's hand and led him over towards the berth. He dragged him down and snuggled up to him. He sighed contently when he felt the familiar arms wrap around him.

"Tired huh?" Jazz asked and only got an answer in return. He chuckled and started rubbing soft circles in between the mech's door wings. "Guess thats understandable. I mean, monitor duty is the most boring thing out there."

Prowl pressed his face closer to Jazz's spark. Something he remembered doing after every hard day he's had. Again he sighed. He felt his systems shut down one by one, gladly welcoming recharge.

Jazz looked at the sleeping mech in his arms. He sighed. He was happy that Prowl was sleeping. Before the...accident, he barely slept at all. He really needs the rest. He's always too 'busy' with work. He pulled the mech closer before he too shut off his optics letting recharge consume him.

For the second night in a row, Prowl woke with a start. Though this time it wasn't from a dream rather than pain.

He sat up and put his helm in his hands. His processor felt like it was being pulled apart piece by piece with a pair of rusty pliers. The pain was unbearable. He swung his legs over the bed and stood up but soon found himself on the floor.

He cried out as the pain increased. He could hear his spark pounding in his processor, the dull, barely there light in the room hurting like nothing else. He pressed his head against the floor and cried out again.

"J-jazz!"

Jazz jolted out of recharge and sat up. He looked around for Prowl and found him on the floor. He was convulsing and was screaming.

He jumped out of the berth, going to his side immediately.

::Ratchet! There's something wrong with Prowl, get over here now.::

When he heard a grumbled "on my way" He turned his full attention onto his convulsing bondmate.

"Prowl? Prowler? Can you hear me? What's wrong? Prowl!" He started stroking the door wings and moved him onto his side.

Prowl barely felt himself being moved. He relaxed when he felt his door wings being stroked, but not by much. Tears started falling down his cheeks.

He looked up into the worried face of his lover. The pain obvious on both their faces. He barely noticed Ratchet rushing into the room.

"Processor... hurts" He whispered almost to soft for both mechs to hear before he passed out from the pain.

Omg I'm sooo sorry for the long freaking wait!

I ran out of inspiration for a couple months but then when I actually had something going and was ALMOST DONE with the chapter, my idiot of a father updates the pc thinking everything from 2012 wasn't important and didn't save anything. Soo long story short, every picture and document is gone. Forever. I flipped shit on that guy for weeks.

So to make up for it here is a rather long chapter which is 3161 words. The flashback alone is 1649 and the present day stuff is 1512. I'm proud of this chapter even though it's not what I originally had..

I'm done ranting! Hope you enjoyed! Spare some reviews even after the horrendous wait? Also thanks to everyone who reviewed and followed/faved!

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