Author: gatekat
Chars: Jazz/Prowl
Rating: R for mech/mech
Codes: AU, PnP
Summary: Jazz learns more about Prowl than he ever wanted to know, but it's something he will cherish forever.
This Winter Won't Last Forever 7
Something's wrong, I can hear it in the way he keens and his engine roars with the intense overload from his doorwings. He's letting it sweep through him because I asked him to, but this isn't what he wants ... it's not what he needs. But it's all he's ever asked for, isn't it? What is he not telling me, what am I not hearing?
He's offered his dataports, so I'll use them. Once he's cooled a bit. I continue stroking his doorwings as he shudders and comes down from the high over overload, but don't give him the opening to say anything before connecting. The first rush of feeling another's systems is always heady, but this nearly knocks me back. The rawness and desperation I'm used to, but in interrogation, not the berth. Not from Prowl.
He moans and presses into the berth again, his doorwings trembling and plating hot under my fingers as I make the connection a loop. Whatever he needs, that's what he was waiting for. Specialized, purpose-built protocols not even I knew existed flash to life in an instant, rushing into my systems along with the remaining energy of his overload. If I was any less shielded from such attacks, it would have overwhelmed my defenses before I knew what hit me.
There's no malice in these programs though. They're after personal files, but not ones that have much security on them to a fellow Autobot. No security at all for Prowl ... he knows what's in ... oh, that one... I hope he doesn't hit me for what's in that one. Why put so much effort into a program to retrieve information about himself though? From anyone he plugs into no less.
They leave a file in exchange. Minimally encrypted and meant to be dissected for malicious code. It's labeled 'Jazz' with his creator tag on it. A second file that Optimus created, and presumably shared with Prowl before the battle, was soon deposited next to Prowl's.
With that done, so many tensions seemed to unfurl inside him and for the first time, I can see what Prowl at ease actually means. It's an odd thing, to see such a different aspect to a mech I've known, and thought I understood, for so long. More than a bit unsettling as well.
~Don't be,~ his voice comes across the connection. He sounds calm, but the overtones and harmonics to the thought are fully of arousal and need, almost desperate to build something I don't completely understand.
He moves slowly, rolling to his back, careful of both his doorwings and the hardline connections. Face to face, my perceptions change once more as he shows me the face that goes with the emotions and sensations simmering between us. He's not hiding, not controlling his expression, but he doesn't look like the need is about ready to have me pinned against the wall and ravaged until neither of us can stand.
~Show me what you want, Prowler,~ I know I'm falling back on old training, old habits, but it's all I have at the moment. I don't trust anything I thought I knew about him as I lean forward to kiss him.
I feel the answer begin to form, only to be chased away by a simple, chaste kiss. His hands come up to stroke my plating, quickly zeroing in on my sensor horns as a key hotspot. Suddenly he's kissing me, taking charge with of burst of data and power across the hardline. Both hands holding my helm in place, not that I'm fighting him as he draws me on top of him.
When was the last time I was with anyone I could even think of calling an equal?
It doesn't matter. I am now.
