Author: gatekat and flybystardancer
Pairing: Jazz/Prowl
Rating: NC-17 mech/mech
Codes: AU, Slash, Sticky, Spark, Slavery, Mechpreg
Summary:
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Notes: klik = 1 minute; breem = 8.3 minutes; joor = 1.2 hours; orn = day/32 joor; metacycle = 6 (5.9285) years; vorn = 83 years/14 metacycles
::text:: comm chatter
Trials of an Ambassador 11: Reunion
Prowl sighed as he watched his brother and Sideswipe playing some sort of game that involved a lot of touching and tickling. He knew he should be able to figure out the rules of the game by observation, but he just couldn't put forth the energy for it. Sunstreaker was sitting in a corner, sketching, positioned so that none of the other occupants of the room could see what was on his pad.
Prowl's spark ached. It had been well over an orn, and there was still no news about Jazz. He prayed that the minibot was unharmed, but the longer he was gone the more likely something drastic had happened to him.
He was sure the small device he couldn't reach on his back also had something to do with his dulled processors and general inability to be more assertive than he was. It definitely was why he was the last to react to the comm station beeping for attention.
Instead Flashdrive answered. By the time Prowl got close, his brother's sensor wings were flared wide in shock and trembling with relief.
"What?" he asked his brother. "What has happened?"
"Jazz is a bit scuffed up, tired and was hungry, but he'll be on a shuttle here shortly," Flashdrive summarized it. "Seems he got away and made it to the enforcer station in Telicrox."
"He's alright?" Prowl whispered, wings rising and fluttering in surprised shock. "He's safe?"
"Yes and yes," Flashdrive nodded as Sunstreaker reached over to take the inhibitor off Prowl. He turned to the enforcer waiting patiently for his attention to return. "Thank you for telling us, Lieutenant Camber."
"You are welcome, Lord Flashdrive. Jazz was quite distressed until I agreed to contact the embassy. Have a good orn, my Lord," the enforcer said before the connection was cut.
Prowl trembled and swayed on his feet as emotions came rushing back, relief at the head. "Oh thank Primus..." His fans picked up as he struggled to process his emotions once more. He shut off his optics and willing allowed his brother to guide him to a plush Praxian chair.
"You should be able to see him by morning," Flashdrive knelt to be more optic level with Prowl. "Blastoff's medic will want to check him out first."
Prowl nodded, powering his optics up to meet his brother's. "I understand. ...I just wish he were here now." Prowl continued to tremble. "I want to make sure myself that he is alright."
"Do you want to recharge until he gets here?" Flashdrive offered gently.
"I do not..." Prowl sighed. "Perhaps that might be for the best. I wish to be back online before Jazz arrives, though."
"Of course," Flashdrive coaxed his brother to stand and walk to the berthroom. "I'll make sure you're up to par before he sees you."
"Thank you." Prowl stood at the prompting, and was able to walk by himself to the berth, though his steps weren't as firm as normal. He lay down, turned his optics off, and relaxed into the forced shutdown.
The next thing Prowl became aware of was booting up, slightly disoriented until memory files played to catch him up. Jazz, kidnapped. He'd managed to escape and reach help. His brother promising to bring him around when Jazz would be soon to arrive. Powering up his optics, he caught sight of Flashdrive above him. "Is it almost time?"
"Yes," he nodded. "You have a joor to clean up, orient and such." He offered a hand. "Care for some help polishing?"
Prowl took his brother's hand as he rose. "That would be appreciated." His wings flicked and settled in their normal position, but his steps were quickened as he made his way to the washrack. He half expected Flashdrive to try and arouse him, as it was rare for them to wash together and not interface, but his brother kept his touches platonic and efficient.
"Save your energy for Jazz," Flashdrive said randomly as he worked Prowl's sensor wings. "He's going to want a lot of attention."
Prowl nodded. "He likely was not able to burn off energy to the extent that he normally does."
"Yes, two full orns worth, I expect," he said as they entered the dry cycle. "He sounded extremely eager to see you again. He looks like he's in perfect condition too."
"You spoke to him?" Prowl's helm whipped around to look at his brother, wings raised.
"Of course. How else would I know when he's arriving?" Flashdrive pointed out. "Now turn around so I can finish your back. There's only a breem left."
Prowl did as told, though his fans kicked up in anticipation. "Did he mention anything else?"
"That he'll be displeased with anyone who bothers the two of you for at least an orn," he snickered. "I'm quite sure he doesn't intend to spend any of that recharging either."
Even the idea had Prowl's engine revving. "It is safe to assume that 'displeased' would be an understatement, and I likely would be in a similar state. Perhaps it would be best not to expect us for an orn and a half, at least, in order for us to get in some recharge."
"I'm going with the 'don't go in until one of you comes out' system of keeping my wings intact," Flashdrive chuckled and turned off the blowers. "That's a good as you're going to look with just a joor and me. Not that I expect Jazz will care one way or another. You'll find a bonding supply of energon near your berth."
Prowl turned and grabbed his brother's hand. "Thank you, Flashdrive. You have been a great help, and not just with my appearance."
With a gentle, chaste kiss Flashdrive smiled at him. "You're welcome. Enjoy having such a fine lover."
Prowl slowly smiled for the first time since this ordeal started. "'Enjoy' will be an understatement."
Now ready to face his lover, Prowl led the way to the formal greeting room for his suite. Assured that his brother was well, Flashdrive nodded and bid a quiet farewell, slipping out to find his own lovers. Less than a klik later the door opened for Jazz, who looked as perfect and polished as during their first encounter, but much more blatantly wanton.
"Jazz," Prowl whispered, and he was moving towards the other, scooping him up in his arms and kissing the silver minibot with all of the relief, passion, and love in his spark when they met.
"Prowl," Jazz moaned, shaking with arousal, need and relief as his chassis was pulled up even with Prowl's, their sparks almost level. Despite the efforts of his kin, all he could process right now was his need to overload, to have Prowl's spike deep inside him and feel the larger mech's strength as he was taken against the wall.
Prowl took the last few steps to press Jazz against the wall, one thigh slid between silver ones to support the minibot's weight. He ground his body against Jazz's, even as he covered his face with kisses. White hands, free from the need to support the silver mech's weight, stroked all over his body in a need to both arouse and to check for himself that Jazz was hale and whole.
By the time Prowl was content with Jazz's condition, the minibot was squirming, whining in a desperate need he had no ability to give words to anymore. His valve cover was open, Prowl's thigh slick with lubricant, his spike fully pressurized and seeking stimulation.
Prowl groaned and kissed him again, his own interface hatch opening and he sank his pressurizing spike in Jazz's valve. He thrust, one hand slipping between them to stroke the silver spike. "Need you, need you..." he grunted in Jazz's audio in time with his movements.
"Yes!" Jazz could only howl, his valve already charged and sending jolts of electricity into the spike that finally filled it. By the fourth thrust, Jazz lost himself and keened in a hard, blissful overload as he gripped Prowl's armor with desperate strength.
"Need you," Prowl continued to chant, thrusting hard into Jazz through the other's overload. Ports spiraled open, the matching cables stroking at Jazz's ports that opened immediately.
Jazz's systems welcomed his lover in every way, wanting, hungry. ~Yes, need you, want you, only you.~
Prowl eagerly sank into Jazz's processors even faster than his spike was sinking into his hot, slick valve. He lost himself in the merging of their thoughts. ~You complete me, need you, forever.~ Unconsciously, his chestplates began to part, spark casing moving forward.
~Yes, please, want you,~ Jazz's thoughts replied, his chest plates opening faster, eagerly. ~Want you with me for as long as I have. Want you, Prowl.~
~Need to feel you, to show you.~ Prowl's spark chamber spiraled open as he pressed as close to his lover as he could get, spike thrusting frantically in Jazz's valve, but no longer nearly enough. The first touch of their coronas drew ragged moans from them both as their frames faded to the background.
~Yes,~ Jazz shuddered and pressed closer, wanting this more than ever, reveling in being offered this forbidden pleasure.
~Need you,~ Prowl repeated as the merge deepened, showing Jazz just how much he meant it. His pleasure at just having Jazz near, the way Jazz balanced him emotionally while challenging him mentally, the way Jazz drew out a more playful side that even Flashdrive hadn't fully exposed. And underlining it all, a sense of the love that Prowl felt for him, but hadn't brought up again after that one conversation.
It left Jazz stunned, his shock at comprehending that this wasn't the simple 'I'm pretty and there' crush he'd convinced himself of sending his processors reeling and his spark lunging forward to deepen the merge. He had nothing like that to offer, nothing so deep or perspective changing, but he showed Prowl what he could. The enjoyment he had not in the berth, how good Prowl felt against him, whether interfacing or not. How much more soundly and effectively he recharged. How much he relished the equality Prowl treated him with.
Beyond it all, was the wordless sense of how much Jazz trusted Prowl. Not the trust with Jazz's self, that was easy for the silver mech to give, part of his programming. The real trust Prowl had earned was Jazz trusting him with his clade, with the secrets of his caste. With information that could destroy everything Jazz held dear.
It wasn't the same, but to Prowl all of the little things as well as Jazz's trust added up to something that was just as powerful. Prowl moaned, wrapping Jazz up in his emotions, willing to lose himself in the intimacy of knowing and being known so deeply. When Jazz joined him in that safe, comforting bliss, the rest of the universe simply ceased to matter.
Prowl rumbled contently as he began to rouse some time later. His body was pleasantly sore from an excess of interfacing, still wrapped around Jazz. At some point they had made their way to the berth, but the memories were too blurred from pleasure for him to decipher in his current state. What mattered to him most was clear. Jazz had returned, was whole, healthy and purring in contentment against him.
Slowly memories, or bits of them, filtered up from the incomplete files of their reunion. Taking Jazz against the wall. The desperation the minibot had to interface. How quickly he'd overloaded...
"Oh Primus," Prowl whispered as their spark merge filtered to the surface. The event itself had been exquisitely perfect, an exchange of deep affection, importance and love that went both ways, even if Jazz didn't use that word for it. The desire to be with the other forever. He trembled as he processed the full implications of what they had done. One hand came up and rested on Jazz's chest, just over his spark. Prowl vented to steady himself, and brought his helm down to press against Jazz's.
Jazz was no doubt with new spark now. Prowl had done what he'd sworn he never would. The emotional connection they had shared and now had was priceless, but the price ... such pain for Jazz and the loss of the first spark Prowl had kindled.
The soft hum of Jazz's systems powering up from forced recharge gave Prowl a warning that his time to think was almost up. It was time to face Jazz and what he had done.
Prowl nuzzled Jazz's cheek, then pulled back enough to watch his visor, wanting to be the first thing Jazz saw as he booted up.
"Hi, handsome," Jazz murmured, his processors still a bit fuzzy from recharge.
"Good morning, beautiful," Prowl replied. His hand moved up from the silver chest plates to cup Jazz's jaw, his thumb rubbing Jazz's cheek tenderly. "What do you remember from yesterday?"
"Mmm, it was really, really good," Jazz turned his helm to kiss the hand on his cheek. "So glad to be home." He paused. "You don't just have a crush on me."
"No, I don't," Prowl confirmed. He let his body curl around Jazz's a bit more, and continued to stroke Jazz's face.
"What's bothering you, lover?" Jazz asked softly, concerned. He couldn't recall anything but wonderful since his return.
"We sparkmerged." Prowl couldn't regret the pleasure and the understanding that came from it, but the consequences would have to be discussed.
"Yes," Jazz looked up, confusion flickering through his field. "Several times."
"What are the chances we kindled?" Prowl whispered, his gaze still locked on Jazz's visor.
Jazz cocked his head, his expression serious. "It doesn't matter Prowl. I can't carry to term yet."
"Even with medical care?" Prowl asked, one cable stroking one of Jazz's ports in a silent request for a hardline connection that was immediately granted.
~I'm only three hundred and fifty four,~ Jazz told him gently, drawing on the better understanding he had of his lover as best he could. ~Lord Blastoff will never permit it so young. The fatality rate is far too high.~
Beyond the words came the understanding Jazz had. He wanted, hoped, wished, desired to be with Prowl his entire existence, but it did not change the fundamental fact that he was a breeder and owned by another. To keep the new spark or not was not and would never be his choice. It hurt deep down, but it was a simple truth of his existence.
~Our sparkling,~ Prowl whispered, burying his face in the side of Jazz's helm. ~How long can you hold on?~
~Shu,~ Jazz stroked him, trying to sooth him. ~It'll be okay. It's not a matter of my holding on. If I don't deal with it the medic will in a hundred and three decacycles when I get my metacycle checkup.~
~Not right away, please.~ Prowl nuzzled Jazz, holding him close. ~Let me talk to Carrier first. Please.~
~I'll give you as long as I can,~ Jazz promised, turning the nuzzle into a kiss. ~Until the orn before my checkup. Okay?~
~Thank you,~ Prowl replied, relaxing into the kiss. ~You are beautiful, wonderful... I am so glad you came home safe.~
~So am I,~ Jazz purred, his hands becoming more assertive. ~On the up side ... we can merge sparks whenever we want to for a while.~
~This is true.~ Prowl kissed him again, deepening. ~Still uncomfortable with how I feel about you?~
Jazz thought about it for a moment. ~No. You aren't confusing things.~
~I love you.~ Prowl scattered kisses over his face, pressing his body down on Jazz's.
With Jazz well and truly sated, Prowl knew he should drop into recharge as well, but he couldn't. Not with what he'd just learned. He had to speak to his carrier, possibly both his creators, and soon.
He slipped from the berth and made a quick effort to clean himself up, at least from the worst of the mess his frame currently was. With a quick check and kiss for Jazz, he left to speak to Zyphra.
It didn't take Prowl long to reach the guest suite his carrier was staying in and to press the chime requesting entrance. He fidgeted as he waited for Zyphra to answer, unsure how he would take the news that Prowl had accidentally kindled with Jazz, and that Jazz would not be allowed to carry it to term.
When the door slid open, his carrier's expression went from curious to concerned in a sparkbeat.
"Come in," he said and stepped aside. "High grade?"
Prowl shook his head as he entered. "No high grade, thank you." He faced Zyphra after the door closed, wings trembling. "I.. Something happened while Jazz and I were celebrating his return. Something I had been avoiding..." Prowl's gaze dropped to the floor.
"You merged with him," Zyphra didn't really have to guess. He gently guided his creation to the nearest chairs and got him settled. "I cannot say I am surprised given your reaction to his kidnapping."
"Yes, Carrier," Prowl replied as he sat. "While I am grateful to have a better understanding of how he feels towards me, and for him to understand me... The probability for him not kindling is nearly impossible," he continued in a near-whisper.
"And he is far too young for any physician to agree that carrying is safe for him," Zyphra finished for him. "Which means Lord Blastoff will never agree to allow it to develop to term. Do you know how long we have?"
"One hundred and three decacycles. Jazz was agreeable to waiting until just before his next medical exam to take any action that would disperse our sparkling." Prowl's wings continued to tremble as he reached for his creator's hand. "The slave coding does it's best to suppress it, but Carrier ... it hurts him each time he loses a sparkling."
"I'm sure even without the slave code he'd do his best to not think of it," Zyphra said gently and held Prowl's hand. "Prowl, I must warn you. Even if we can arrange for his freedom there is not a physician on Cybertron that will not recommend dispersing it. Jazz's spark is not mature itself. Carrying at his age is dangerous. Not just for his spark and the new spark, but they might become twins, their sparks permanently bonded and part of each other. He can carry to term, but it may not be the best choice for anyone."
"But he can't chose for himself if he wants to take the risk," Prowl replied. "He can't even process theoretical for if he were free." Prowl shut off his optics as his carrier gathered him into his arms and held him close. Prowl's field said everything that he wouldn't, couldn't put into words. That he already cared for the sparkling that would likely never be allowed to live. That he wanted to be able to live as a family with Jazz.
"Shh, my creation," Zyphra murmured, stroking his first wing segment soothingly. "We will do all we can, but in the end it may not make a difference. In a choice between carrier and new spark, the carrier's survival will always come first. Even if they do not wish it to."
Prowl shuddered as he pressed in towards his carrier for comfort. "I could not live with myself if I didn't at least try to find a way to give our sparkling a chance," he whispered.
"We will do our best. This new timeline does restrict our options. I have spoken with your sire. He agrees with me. If it comes to it, we will take them all in, even those locked in stasis."
Prowl relaxed as he vented, his carrier's words easing a weight on his processor. "It likely will. Lord Blastoff will not react well if it is revealed that someone knows just how closely related his slaves are to him. Would you want to involve Jazz in the planning? I am not sure we can avoid invoking the kin law in any plans in such a short timeframe, and the idea of it terrifies him."
"Why, exactly?" he asked gently, a processor nearly as fine as Prowl's working hard on variables.
"Apparently all, or nearly all, of the royal breeders were sired by Lord Blastoff," Prowl whispered. So every sparkling that they have produced to work in the palace or be sold off..."
"Merciful Primus," Zyphra gasped, his frame going rigid as he did the math without thinking. "There must be thousands. But what is it that Jazz fears will happen?"
"That Lord Blastoff is willing to get rid of evidence if he suspects that the Prime's mechs are investigating him. That Jazz would lose many kin and friends so that Lord Blastoff will not have to share his wealth." Prowl shuddered at the thought of so many lives being lost.
Zyphra hummed and stroked the sensor suite between Prowl's wings to calm him. "I may have an idea. Run this through your tactical computer..."