Starcrossed 25: Home Again
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Jazz couldn't drive home fast enough after his shift, with only the fact that he knew who was patrolling in this area tonight keeping him under the posted limit. Prowl had commed about a joor after he'd left for the club, right about when he'd started to get worried, to let him know that he was safely home, and Jazz was burning to feel his lover's field against his. They hadn't been apart this long, not really, since his adult upgrades.

"Pantera?" he asked as soon as he opened the door and stepped in, an uncomfortable mix of excited and worried as he nearly walked right into his lover. Strong arms closed around him and a kiss found his mouth, as warm and hungry as the field that wrapped around him.

The door closed behind him but Jazz was lost to everything but knowing Prowl was there and wanted him. He shuddered and moaned into the kiss, arms wrapping up around Prowl's shoulders and holding him just as tightly, relief-love-want flooding his field.

When the kiss finally broke Prowl nuzzled him. "I'm glad you managed to keep yourself up while I was away."

"Not...entirely by my own will," Jazz said, fingers brushing lightly over Prowl's dataport. "We should talk. Are you all right, first?" he asked softly.

"Yes," Prowl flushed his certainty across their fields and drew Jazz towards the berthroom. "I will miss them greatly for a few more orns, then less each orn. Within a decaorn and a half I should be no more distressed than I am about the others."

"All right," Jazz said, nuzzling, and moved easily onto their berth, never losing contact with Prowl as they settled down together. "I'm here, for whatever you need, you know that."

"Yes," Prowl kissed him softly. "As I am here for you, love." He spiraled his dataport open, offering to let Jazz control the connection.

Jazz took a deep intake, cycled it through, and plugged in. He'd already decided he was going to share the last five orns, completely. He didn't keep secrets from his mate, he never had, he never would.

Although, he wasn't about to go fessing up to the stolen high grade as a mechling, but the knowing smile that went over Prowl's features told him first that the thought had been heard, and second that his lover wasn't at all surprised. ~You knew about that!~ Jazz accused, playfully hitting his shoulder.

~I did tell you that you were never out of my sight after you hid in the cybercat's den,~ Prowl chuckled softly as they settled in a comfortable embrace on the berth. ~Now, what happened that was so interesting?~

~Great, that means you saw my very embarrassing first attempts at getting overcharged,~ Jazz grumbled, stalling a little. Just because he didn't keep secrets from Prowl didn't mean he was excited about showing him this. He felt the concerned brush over the hardline and looked up into the beloved ice blue optics, sighed, and touched their helms together. ~I think it's easier if I just let you watch,~ he said, and pulled up the memory starting from when he'd left their apartment that first night to wander the streets.

He felt Prowl skim more than watch, catching the emotions, focused on the why rather than the actions. It was only when he reached the scene from the previous night when Jazz had jerked off to Radiance's words that the playback was slowed down and watched in hungry detail.

Prowl took another klik to process it all, order and sort it to keep the pertinent data and focused on one thing.

~You like him?~

Jazz didn't hide his surprised flicker that that was the first question asked. ~Yes... maybe. He... didn't use me. I straight up offered and he turned me down even though I could feel how much he wanted me. And... he probably saved my life. I know I want to get to know him better.~

~Then we will, out of the berth, before we invite him in,~ Prowl murmured. ~I think I like him too, but you're the one he really wants. Have you thought about the job offer?~

~A little,~ Jazz said. ~I still haven't asked him exactly what it would be and I think he's waiting until I go to him. There's part of me- Sometimes I miss-~ The thought faltered, the datastream stammered, as Jazz tried to confess that he missed causing pain, that he'd learned to love it beyond the construct and pleasing their tormenter.

Prowl's hands stroked him, soothing, calm, accepting, waiting, even though he already knew and understood. ~We are what we are, my love.~

It took him many kliks, but Prowl was patient while Jazz grappled with the thought. ~I miss the pain,~ he finally said, very suddenly. ~Causing it. Taking those mecha who would have rather you perished than lose their own lives and making them hurt for it.~

A simple nod and hum of understanding greeted the statement. ~Given what Radiance said, and didn't say, I can guess at what he wants you to do. None of it's remotely legal.~

~But he's an Enforcer,~ Jazz said.

~He's SWAT,~ Prowl corrected, though he wasn't completely sure of the connections he was making. ~Barely one step away from Special Ops. What they get to do, what they can do, isn't always legal for anyone else.~

Jazz hummed quietly. ~More lucrative than dancing, though likely more dangerous at the same time. Though...there's an appeal. Beyond just getting to know Radiance better.~

~Longer, stranger joors. Between yours and mine if ... we might not see each other some orns.~ Prowl added. ~But he could indulge you in ways I can't.~

~Maybe the work could, I don't think there's anything he could do personally that you do not already satisfy entirely,~ Jazz said.

A warm kiss greeted that declaration. ~Perhaps, but you did think his ideas were worth exploring, and I won't deny he was right about my social coding.~

~That you find the idea of a triad appealing,~ Jazz said, cuddling purringly up to his mate and pressing back into the kiss. ~And how could I not find his ideas worth exploring? They were slagging hot ideas.~

~Only if you like both mecha involved,~ Prowl chuckled as his touched became more enticing. ~Which we do. We can invite him to dinner once I've been thoroughly welcomed home in a couple orns.~

Jazz mirrored the touches for a moment, then swung his leg over Prowl's hip and pushed, moving smoothly up and over him, settling into a comfortable, familiar straddle. ~He made a point of telling me it would be rude for him to court me,~ he said. ~And that he would expect centuries. We don't need to rush. Especially when we don't know if we'll be here in a century.~ He nipped at Prowl's lower lip and ground their hips together, baring his valve right over his lover's spike cover. ~Dinner sounds nice though.~

~Agreed,~ Prowl moaned and allowed his spike to slide free, smoothly penetrating and spreading the perfectly positioned and slick valve. ~My apologies I wasn't shocked by what you did while I was away. I was expecting it.~

Jazz shuddered and gave a harsh x-vent as his valve clenched down around the familiar, welcome intrusion, bracing himself with his hands on Prowl's shoulders. ~I was expecting you to be angry,~ he admitted, rocking slowly. ~Knowing you expected it almost makes it worse in a way. Mmm,~ he hummed, frame thrumming with the slow pleasure. ~Want you to know, I have no desire to be courting or courted right now, nor for a long time. But a visitor to our berth, when we're ready, would be welcome.~

~Agreed,~ Prowl moaned as he pulled his hips down and drove back up. ~You feel so good. I missed this so much.~

~Missed you,~ Jazz whispered, and stopped thinking about anything other than the feel of his mate's frame below him and inside him, his field surrounding him and tangling with his own.

Radiance was utterly giddy, not that he was showing it. He'd never expected an invitation to dinner so quickly. Barely a decaorn after Prowl's return he was talking to the pair socially over dinner. Small talk, trading little tidbits about life and experiences and trying not to give too much away. As frustrating as the pair were about giving up a single designation not in their official records, Radiance had to applaud their ability to pull it off. Of course it helped that over dinner Prowl did almost all the talking. Jazz would chime in now and then, but it was mostly the smarter, more organized mech who spoke.

By the time three sweet pastries were set out, Radiance had begun to reassess just which one he wanted the most. He knew Jazz was more valuable for the darker work that was hard to find mecha for, but Prowl had a processor that just floored him, and that was even with the mech actively trying to hide exactly how powerful it was. If Prowl hadn't been so well adjusted and adaptable to new situations and environments, Radiance would have suspected him for a pre-prog, and he still hadn't quite made up his mind on that point.

"I know you met in Simfur," he said. "And started out in Praxus, but where between those two? You can't tell me you just decided to leave this city for that hole in the ground."

Prowl chuckled before nibbling on a pastry, taking his time to organize the answer he didn't need any time to organize. "There isn't a city I haven't lived in, at least briefly. Some, like Iacon, Crystal City and Vos I would happy return to for a time. Others, not so much."

"Like Simfur," Jazz added, smiling wryly, gaze on his mate.

"And Kaon," Prowl's doorwings shuddered in remembered distaste. "The gladiator culture there is too much for my tanks."

"Well-traveled," Radiance remarked. "And I know it's pointless asking you what you were doing there," he said, optics flicking over to Jazz for a moment, smirking, getting the expression mirrored back at him, "But what about you?" He looked back at Prowl. "Follow someone there?"

"Running from someone," Prowl murmured, dropping his optics and doorwings tucked against his back.

Radiance's optics flicked off in a quick cycle and he cocked his head, frowning. "I'm sorry," he said, intensely aware of the dark, focused warning that Jazz was giving with his optics, field, and wing language, though his own gaze stayed on Prowl. "I'll tell you the same thing I told Saxo, I have friends and favors to pull in every city. I'm always ready to help a friend, or trade a favor."

"A favor like what?" Jazz asked smoothly, frame relaxing again as he lifted his high grade. Prowl was settling as well, though focused on the sweet treat in his hand.

Radiance gave a half-grin. "You know what I'm interested in," he said, looking between the two. "Possibly more, now."

"I'll trade a favor for a favor," Prowl said clearly, his full focus sharp and manner all business. "But no favor is worth committing to a function that carries its own criminal charges."

"Who said anything about criminal charges?" Radiance asked, all innocent surprise.

Prowl snorted. "I've read the reports you submit, remember? It doesn't take a light-matrix quad processor to work out what isn't in them."

"Well, there's a difference between technically illegal proceedings and criminal charges," Radiance said, casually sipping at his high grade and leaning back. "No one's getting charged with anything. What we-they, I should say-do is known and sanctioned by anyone who has the power to press charges."

"Why is it 'they' and not 'we' all of a sudden?" Jazz asked.

Radiance hummed. "I'm chief of SWAT, which takes up more than enough of my time, the other gig is purely recruitment. I have a knack for picking out the good ones," he added with a wink. "My job is to send them over, nothing more. Well, maybe give them a work over beforehand, but only if they'll let me."

"As I'm sure you're entirely too aware, making a record disappear is entirely too easy if you know what you're doing. What kind of guarantee is there that the permission won't be revoked after the fact, leaving us vulnerable?" Prowl asked bluntly.

"No records, not like that," Radiance said. "Nothing with designations, images, anything else attached. You get a serial attached to your work, that's it. You can even check out the system if you want, I have at least enough weight for that."

Prowl hummed, turning the system basics over in his processors a few times while both his companions watched him carefully. "Easily abused, but easier to secure. I have a solid assessment of what they'd want Saxo for, but what use am I in that world?"

"Any number of things, I'm sure," Radiance said. "I just pick the talent out where I see it and send it over, doesn't even always work out. But I know they can always use processor speed." He gave Prowl a wry look. "How much did you slow yourself down in organizing the archives at the precinct? I know they were slagged and Longsight was amazed at how fast you got it done, my credits are on that you could have done it faster."

Prowl hesitated, then decided on the truth. "I was working at 29% efficiency on average. I kept myself entertained by investing on the Imperial open market and planning alternative futures."

Radiance managed to keep himself from choking on his high grade, but it was a near thing, and he swallowed smoothly before setting the cube down. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure they could find a use for that, if you were interested in the work. I don't have nearly as much to entice you with, though, I'll admit, other than an augmented salary and interesting work. You, on the other hand," he said, turning his gaze to Jazz. "You already know this work can give you something you're not going to get anywhere else."

"And if that's not something I want?" Jazz asked in a soft, deceptively calm tone.

Radiance smiled at him, knowing but calm. "If it's honestly not something you enjoy, I'm slipping, badly. Whether it's because he won't let you or because you don't want to hurt him, you aren't active now, and I know you want to hurt another, and I'm pretty sure you like it in a controlled setting where they can't do much to stop you."

Jazz cocked his head and gave him an odd smile. "You think I'm not active because of Pantera?" he asked, and reached over to slip his hand into Prowl's, lifting it and bringing the back up to his mouth to press a kiss against it, optics never leaving the golden visor. "He knows everything I've done, none of it bothers him."

Radiance leaned back and watched the couple, privately thanking Primus that they weren't hardened criminals yet. "I know you aren't finding targets out there," he made a general wave out the window, "and I know you aren't hurting him," he waved towards Prowl. "That leaves you with no outlet as a sadist."

"Sadist," Jazz murmured, optics glittering strangely as he turned Prowl's hand over in his, brushing his fingers over the palm before lifting it for another kiss. "Say you're right," he said, once he had lowered their entwined hands back down to the table and met Radiance's gaze again. "Say I'm a sadist, and say I miss it. Let's pretend I'm not active because I have some..." He waved his free hand in the air vaguely. "...Moral compass that keeps me from just grabbing whoever I see and want. Who would I be hurting?"

"Depending on the details of that moral compass," Radiance's gaze briefly flicked to Prowl, who merely smiled at him. "Criminals, traitors, difficult sources of information, trainees learning to endure it, the condemned that the nobles don't hunt, or are too slippery to be allowed out."

Jazz turned to look at Prowl for a moment, who looked back silently, and after a pause, he frowned as he turned back to Radiance. "You aren't wrong," he said. "And those are skills I want to keep honed. Pantera would need to look closer at the system, because there are risks we aren't willing to take, not for any reason, and we'll need to talk about it."

"Agreed and understood," Radiance consented easily. "I expected nothing more tonight at best. I honestly wasn't sure we'd talk about it at all yet." He paused to sip on his high grade and focused on Prowl. "If you'd rather go straight Enforcer, I'll sign your application. I know Mortar and Longsight would too. No strings attached. You'd make an amazing ... well, anything you wanted with that processor."

"Investigator, Search and Rescue, CSI, Cybercrimes," Prowl offered. "City planner, command." He picked up his high grade and took a gulp, a move rather unlike his normal behavior. "I do miss utilizing what I was built and upgraded with more fully."

Radiance went silent and studied Prowl intently. "Pick what you want. If it's Enforcer, I know at least three more command officers who will sign your application to the academy in a sparkbeat. I know SWAT will give you almost anything you ask for."

Prowl hummed and nodded his understanding. "I will keep that in mind."

"Which is all I ask," Radiance said, smiling easily.

Jazz leaned in against his mate, touching their helms together as he watched Radiance. "Do you play Sovereign, love?" he asked Prowl.

"Entirely too well," Prowl chuckled, stealing a kiss. "Want him to stay tonight?" he whispered in Jazz audial. "Try out whatever you found the hottest."

Jazz purred and nuzzled back and caught the corner of Prowl's mouth and bit down lightly. "First I want you to kick his aft at Sovereign so I can watch, then maybe," he murmured back.

Prowl chuckled, his pale blue optics glittering as he turned the playful nip into a heated kiss. "Sit on my lap then? A little bit of a challenge can be fun, and I win either way."

Radiance chuckled and shook his helm. "I have a nasty suspicion he'll be as distracting for me as you."

"Me?" Jazz asked innocently, grinning, very carefully keeping his wandering hands above the table. He shot a wink Radiance's way. "Don't worry, I'll make sure I'm more distracting to him."

"As if that'll help," Radiance laughed in good humor. "You two play. I'll set up the board," he grinned and stood to get the holo game cube from its spot on a shelf.

Jazz needed no more invitation than that as he climbed into Prowl's lap and let his engines kick into a low, playful purr, nibbling at Prowl's neck and sliding a hand down to his pelvis, earning himself a playful smack on the back of his wrist that did nothing to stop his caressing. "Supposed to be a challenge, love," he murmured against Prowl's neck, grinning.

"If you play too hard, I'll just stop playing for a couple kliks while I get off," Prowl rumbled as he stroked his mate, one arm holding him in his lap and the other seeking out a doorwing to tease. "You know I have no problem taking you on a table in public."

Jazz grinned and shivered at the thought and rubbed his palm over his lover's spike cover. "What do you think, Radiance?" he asked, lifting his head briefly. "If he gets off he forfeits?"

"But what will he forfeit, other than the game?" Radiance grinned at the pair.

"Mm, loser in the game plays sub?" Prowl suggested. "If I forfeit, you call the shots in the berth tonight. If I win, Jazz does."

"And I can't even ask what happens if I win," Radiance said with mock ruefulness. "That sounds fair. Though you do actually have to start playing for any of it to count," he teased the pair.

"Oh, you are so forfeiting," Jazz purred against his lover's neck. "Want to see what he can do when he's having his wicked way."

The shiver that traveled down Prowl's chassis and made his doorwings flutter spoke as clearly as any words how much it appealed to him, at least as long as his mate was there to enjoy it. "Then we have a challenge. Your skill against my will," he purred before looking at Radiance. "Your win is the same as my forfeit. Not that it'll happen. You may move first."

Radiance tipped his head with an upwards quirk of his lips in acknowledgement of the offered advantage as he moved his first piece, barely needing to look at it, gaze mostly fixed on the couple across the table from him. He couldn't see either of Jazz's hands at the moment, but from the angle at least one of them was in Prowl's lap. He settled back in his chair and gestured to Prowl for his move.

It came as smoothly and quickly as Prowl's hand could move from Jazz's doorwing to the piece, shifting its location on the board in a classic first move that narrowed down what his plans were by around a third. At least that's what his opponent saw. Prowl wasn't even looking as he nibbled on Jazz's neck cables with barely 1% of his processor on tracking the game and moving his hand as needed.

Radiance followed with his move, while Jazz shifted his weight forward in Prowl's lap, baring his neck to his lover with a soft moan, snaking one hand around behind Prowl to play along his back strut while the other stroked the outline of his valve cover. Prowl shivered and made his next move, working his glossa between the thick cables he was mouthing. His valve cover remained stubbornly shut, but he could do nothing about the touch along his back as it slid up between his doorwings and continued like that through the first part of the game. Jazz shifted lazily back and forth between spike and valve covers, focusing far more on the joints where the doorwings met Prowl's back.

Radiance was started to find himself distracted by the blissful expression that was slowly taking over Prowl's features, though he was still pitting his all against a processor that he knew he couldn't beat. When he heard a cover sliding back and saw the way Jazz shifted and changed the angle of his arm, the hand moving his piece almost shook. It had been a long time. A long time.

Jazz was slipping his fingers into his own valve, and when he pulled them back out, slick and heated, he pressed them over Prowl's spike cover, carefully rubbing the lubricant over the metal, massaging it against every seam. The scent of it made both Prowl and Radiance moan, though Radiance managed to muffle his better.

Prowl shuddered and panted for a long moment as he struggled to focus past the pleasure surging through him as much from memory as from the expert touches of his mate. His arm around Jazz spasmed lightly, clutching at his lover blindly. Jazz just squirmed lightly, resettling himself and sliding his fingers back inside his valve, nipping along the length of Prowl's jaw until he heard Radiance's move. He pulled his fingers out and circled the stubborn, heated cover while bringing his other hand around to reach down and join the first, but this one moved lower, and teased at the equally stubborn valve cover. "Your turn, love," he said in a low voice when Prowl didn't move immediately.

When Prowl didn't do more than pant for the next half klik Radiance grinned at him. "Forfeit?"

"No," Prowl's voice had a strangled quality to it, but he managed to make a move. Not the best choice, but not a bad one.

Radiance focused very hard on not focusing on the arousing pair across from him, but instead on the decreased strategy he could see evident in the most recent move. He could never beat this processor when it was at full focus, but part of what he knew how to do was take advantage of altered states. He shifted his own strategy to one less conventional, and even less likely to win in the long run but that would be harder to defend against in the short.

"Such a stubborn pet," Jazz purred as soon as he heard Radiance's piece, and used his fingers to spread his valve wide. "Won't give me what I want."

"I want you to give directions," Prowl panted, his fans buzzing and vents wide open, heating the room around them. He made another move, picking up on the new strategy but not able to focus enough to counter it perfectly. "Want to be at your command," he moaned, then dropped his voice to a barely-there whisper, "my Lord."

Radiance kept himself from reacting physically to the term, especially when he saw the immediate shiver and change in both wing and frame language that it created in Jazz. He moved, watching carefully, as Jazz's teasing nibbles turned into suddenly forceful-looking bites.

"Someone," Jazz murmured, "Does not like losing, I see. Gonna have to earn it, pet. If he hasn't lost in a half dozen moves..." He pressed his lips to Prowl's audial, rubbing their chassis together while wrapping both arms around Prowl's shoulders, stopping the teasing stoking, "...I'm swallowing your spike, and we both know how long you'll last then."

"Hate loosing," Prowl growled despite his panting moans, his frame going almost completely submissive in the same abrupt shift, though more subtle for having worked up to it. "Play to win," he hissed and moved, a shift that if he could keep up his focus enough to follow through would be devastating within three more moves.

Radiance gave a startled look at the board, and countered, while Jazz sat as still as he could in Prowl's lap, not even kissing his mate's neck anymore. The next three moves came fast on Prowl's side, slower on Radiance's, but even highly aroused and with his mate on his lap, there was no doubt that Prowl could ignore it all when motivated.

"You could earn a fortune on the pro circuit," Radiance shook his helm as the game flashed Prowl's victory.

"Too public," Prowl turned his attention to nuzzling Jazz in a completely subservient way. "What is your pleasure, my Lord?" he asked with a distinct note of pride at winning this for his mate.

In response, Jazz straightened and cupped his mate's face in his hands, pulling him into a slow, deep kiss. He swirled their glossa together, making Prowl moan deeply, and lowered one of his hands down for a moment, then brought it back, glistening with lubricate. He bit down gently on Prowl's lower lip, pulling for a moment, then released and pressed the finger against his lover's mouth, encouraging him to take it in. "Do you like my taste?" he asked in a deep purr.

"Very much," Prowl lapped at the offered finger, the arousal flaring his field out to press against Radiance's before he took the digit into his mouth and swirled his glossa around it while he sucked it clean.

Jazz gave a low, approving hum at the sight. "Good," he murmured, absently stroking Prowl's helm as he watched, giving no indication that he was even aware of Radiance's rapt attention behind him. "You're going to get so much more of it, pleasuring me while I watch him spike you, stretch your valve wide." He pulled his finger away and slipped it under Prowl's chin, tilting his mate's head up, meeting his optics. "And after he's spilled in you, you will fill me, and you will not overload until then."

Prowl shuddered and drew in a sharp vent. "Yes, my Lord," he whispered with an intense burst of arousal. "I exist to please you."

Jazz purred and gave him a deep, loving kiss, full of their trust and commitment, pulsing his field with approval. When he finally pulled away from it, he looked over his shoulder while slipping his finger back into Prowl's eager, accepting mouth. "Assuming you have no problems," he said, seeing the look on Radiance's face. "Though if you do, we'll be quite happy on our own," he added, turning back to Prowl and stroking his mate's helm as he watched.

"No problem," Radiance finally gave in to the heat of his frame and allowed his vents and fans to go full out. "Just position him and I'll give you a show."

"Hm," Jazz smiled, looking at his lover. "Berth," he instructed, moving gracefully to his pedes, bringing Prowl with him with barely a brush of his finger under the other's chin, leading him into their berthroom, where he guided him onto his back.

A glance up at Radiance to ensure the mech had followed and was watching, and Jazz moved up next to him, shifting up onto his knees and straddling Prowl's helm. "Tell me how much you want it," he purred, leaning forward, running his fingers along the underside of Prowl's bumper.

"More than anything," Prowl moaned and stretched his helm up to circle his glossa around the slick rim of Jazz's valve. He spread his legs, his knees up and hips rolled forward to give Radiance the best view of his open and glistening valve and to give his mate the best possible view of the spike sliding into it.

Jazz gasped, unprepared for how good even just the light touch felt, sending shocks right up through him. "So good," he moaned, optics finding Radiance, who was leaning against the doorframe and watching, visor bright in the relative darkness of the room. Jazz crooked a finger at him as he settled down more, keeping his next moan mostly muffled. "So let's see what you've been hiding," he purred.

Radiance slid onto the berth, hiding the nervous excitement from his field, never losing Jazz's gaze, and moved between Prowl's legs, putting his hands on the insides of the other mech's thighs and spreading them even wider. He nudged his hips forward against Prowl's, bumping against him, before sliding his cover away and letting his aching spike pressurize.

As dark as the rest of his frame, with glowing golden highlights running up along the underside and forming circles around the entire length, longer and more slender than Jazz. The head was sculpted and smooth, that same gold color right at the very tip.

"As enchanting as the rest of you is," Jazz purred, reaching forward to stroke it lightly.

"How do you want him taken?" Radiance moaned at the touch and image, trying to control just how badly he wanted to sink into the offered tightness and his first real triad experience. He wanted this far more than he ever imagined possible. It sang to a part of his coding he was normally only aware of in the most abstract of ways.

Jazz shivered and gasped as Prowl swirled his glossa through his platelets, making them all quiver from the touch, throttling back the hard rev his engines were threatening so he could focus on his answer. "Long, slow," he instructed, wrapping his fingers under the spike and rubbing the entire length. "Make him work to not overload."

Radiance shuddered and rocked into the touch while Prowl moaned against Jazz's valve, then pressed his glossa inside the rim just enough to lap at the dense ring of sensors there.

"What happens if he fails?" Radiance moaned, more than willing to allow Jazz to tease him. He'd seen enough already to know that it wouldn't be like this every time.

"If he fails," Jazz said, purring at the feel of the spike in his hand and the mouth pressed to his valve, "Instead of spiking me when you're done, he gets to watch while you do. Provided you think you have that kind of stamina, that is," he added with a grin.

"I'm Praxian," Radiance moaned, shivering and eager. It would be a test to see which of them lost control first, though he was reasonably sure that Prowl had a lot more experience with holding his charge in check, and despite his reputation, he was badly in need of a 'face. "Of course I have the stamina."

"Knew I fell in love with a Praxian for a reason," Jazz said, giving a short, gasping laugh, fully enjoying the weight and texture of the dark mech in his palm. ::All right with you, my love?:: he commed his mate as he rocked his hips in a slow counter-rhythm to Prowl's movement.

::Yes!:: Prowl's moan was deeply resonant. ::Watching you with him would melt me.::

Jazz's engines gave a hard, sharp rev and he groaned, fingers tightening for another moment before trailing away, hand lifting slowly to his mouth and touching his smiling lips, fully aware his every movement had Radiance's complete attention. "I think he likes the idea," he said, then shifted his weight forward and held himself up on one arm while the other slid down beneath his mate's thighs, fingers forming a V around the valve entrance, rubbing through the slick platelets. Prowl's vents caught in a sharp gasp and Radiance's vocalizer released a strangled moan as he watched. "He's slick for you, take him," Jazz commanded, voice lowered with desire.

A low, deep rumble of Radiance's powerful pursuit engine greeted the statement. With no hesitation he shifted, lining his smooth spike up with the opening and pressed forward. It took all his will to make the slide a slow one and give the mech watching a good show it of as the bands of black disappeared one by one. It was even harder when the mech he was pressing into tried to roll into the slide and rippled his valve.

"So good of you to share," Radiance moaned as he finally pressed his spike housing against the rim of the valve between Jazz's fingers.

"Just as good of you to join us," Jazz purred, fully enjoying the way the heated x-vents from his lover's mouth had just increased in temperature, strength, and speed. He squirmed lightly, shivering, circling the base of Radiance's spike with his fingers, carefully guiding the mech to slip out just a little before pressing back in. Prowl's frame shuddered beneath him and his moan against Jazz's valve made the younger mech quiver and toss his head back. The heated scent of Prowl's lubricant hit him fully and he managed to lift lust-bright optics up to Radiance. "Long, and slow," he repeated, settling back to watch and enjoy. "See if you can make him overload before you lose yourself."

"And make you overload at least once," Radiance panted as he withdrew until only the tip of his spike was still inside his lover, then slid forward. "Maybe twice, before a spike sinks into you to make you scream." His entire frame was trembling, the difficulty of holding back already visible in his frame. "He feels so good. Tight. Hot. Slick. So incredibly eager."

Under them Prowl whined and gripped the spike filling him. His hands rubbed Jazz's hips as he thrust his glossa as deeply as he could, lapping at the slick interior of his mate, rewarded by the deep, blissful moans that Jazz gave from even the lightest lick.

"He knows how much I like watching," Jazz gasped out, bracing himself with his hands on his thighs. "And being watched." He grinned, meeting Radiance's gaze before flicking his gaze downward, between his legs. He reached between them, touching gentle fingers to Prowl's neck and stroking at the cabling there. "And his frame is incredible," he added in a moan. "Every part of him."

"Yours must be too," Radiance said in a low voice. He was panting heavily, optics roaming the other's frame. "Can't wait to explore more of you, both of you, if you'll let me."

"I'd say it's a definite possibility," Jazz hummed, his field meshing with the other two, tangling in pleasure. "Pantera can tell you how much I enjoyed your ideas."

"Good," Radiance groaned and shook, his pace picking up as his control slipped. How these two could still be holding out he couldn't imagine, but he wanted to learn. "Want to be helpful," his voice was nearly strangled by the static of his charge as it began to dance across his frame and arch onto Prowl's where they came close. "Close," he warned, giving Jazz an opportunity for one last bit of direction if it was desired.

Jazz felt the pleased, ecstatic flare from beneath him and shuddered over his mate as he watched their new berthmate's face wash with bliss. "So eager," he gasped, shivering badly from a mix of the show and his lover's familiar touch. "Let me see you in ecstasy, then, gorgeous one," he purred, leaning forward, rapt.

A roar rolled into a sharp, high keen as Radiance drove forward, thrusting hard and fast for a few brief cycles, then locked up to pump his fluids deep into Prowl's valve, lighting off sensors with each grinding burst.

Jazz shuddered and his hand shot out to grab Radiance's shoulder to steady himself when Prowl bucked and charge rushed through all three of them, Jazz giving a sharp, almost startled cry as it pushed him into overload, trembling and hot around his mate's glossa as they rode the charge out together.

Radiance's frame sagged and Jazz gasped, forcing himself to unlock the grip his thighs had around Prowl's helm, managing to lift his head enough to offer the dark mech a grin. "Pantera's turn, then," he purred as he lifted himself up and off, vents whirring but his arousal nowhere near sated, not for these two.

With a shaky nod Radiance pulled out as his coordination returned and flopped down near the end of the berth, watching as Prowl shifted to his hands and knees and Jazz spread himself out shamelessly for his mate.

Jazz wrapped his hand around the back of Prowl's neck, bringing him in for a deep kiss, eagerly tasting himself on his lover's glossa as he reached forward to rub his palm over the spike cover, which sprang away as soon as he brushed against it. "Got me all warmed up and ready, pet," he murmured, stroking the spike that pressurized into his hand. "Take me, need you, need more, deeper."

Behind them Radiance gave an appreciative rumble for the level of custom design apparent in Prowl's spike before it disappeared into Jazz with a joint moan.

"Need you," Prowl shuddered with the pleasure of being inside the mech he loved so much. "Love you, always want to be yours."

"Always will," Jazz gasped, reclining back and sliding his leg up along Prowl's body. "My love," he moaned, completely aware of Radiance's attention and the view they were giving the other mech, the knowledge that they were being watched making him shudder right down to his protoform and ripple around Prowl's spike.

"Yes, so slick, so tight, you're perfect," Prowl rumbled, rocking his hips to slide in and out of his lover and giving the mech behind them a show of the movement and Prowl's still-exposed valve, dripping lubricant and transfluid. "Never tire of you."

Jazz hummed in bliss, utterly content to be beneath Prowl, feeling the perfect rock and stretch of his lover' frame and the slow, perfect buildup of charge as they pressed together. "Love you," he moaned, clutching Prowl to him, slowly losing himself.

Radiance couldn't keep his hand off his spike as he watched, stroking slowly, easily, engines rumbling and looking on with wonder as the pair moved together. As their pants became heavier and their shivers harder, he was watching them become equals. One of them had started in control, but just from the way they touched and moaned, and from what he could teek, that couldn't be farther from what they actually were. The control, the power, was all a game. They were perfectly, absolutely balanced now, familiar and knowing, both a joy and a torture to watch.

"Pantera," Jazz moaned suddenly, sharply, fingers gripping at Prowl's shoulder. "Close!"

"Yes," Prowl moaned, shivering, thrusting and so very close himself. "Please, let me feel you overload, drag me with you. Let me."

Jazz whined, pushing back against him, and let go of the tenuous hold he was keeping on his charge and immediately felt it burst out and race through his frame, making him seize beneath Prowl and buck against his spike. He heard Radiance's low moan, and then he felt Prowl's frame freeze against his and he toppled over the edge, lost in his lover's arms, field exploding with bliss as he was filled, flooded, in every possible way by his love.

When Jazz was able to focus again, he felt Prowl snuggled on one side and Radiance on the other.

"That was amazing," Radiance purred and leaned in to kiss Jazz warmly. "You're both amazing in how right you are together."

Jazz kissed back, getting a slow, careful taste of the dark lips before turning away to claim an equally deep kiss from his mate. "We think so too," he purred, stroking Prowl's helm, gazing adoringly at him.

"Think you have enough in your for a third round?" Radiance asked hopefully. "Your spike and my valve haven't had any fun yet."

Prowl's engine gave a hard, hungry rev before he throttled it back.

Jazz smiled and chuckled, taking one more kiss from Prowl, then lifted himself up and rolled, hands on Radiance's shoulders, pinning the other mech back against the berth. "Slow or rough?" he asked, engines purring as he pushed Radiance's thighs apart with his own. He and Prowl both reveled in the brilliant flare of Radiance's field as the valve cover snapped open, revealing a very slick valve.

"Show me your rough. Hard, fast and deep. Anything you want," Radiance offered.

::He's testing you, love,:: Prowl commed Jazz privately. ::He wants to see where your rough is on his scale.::

Jazz cocked his head down at the dark mech, corners of his mouth quirking up. "Apparently you want to be sore in the morning," he purred deeply, settling back in his processor to a place he'd built from observation, and reached down between Radiance's legs, jamming his fingers into the offered valve, testing it briefly for lubricant and stretch with a quick, harsh thrust and twist of his wrist. His spike pressurized between them and he shifted his weight, hand snapping out and up, grabbing Radiance's throat and slamming his head back into the berth, sinking into the frame beneath him in one thrust.

He felt how startled Radiance was, and the mech submitted in the way of one who was humoring, rather than cowed. Prowl's field touched Jazz's with concern before he settled in to watch, teek and enjoy, but ready to interfere if needed.

Jazz groaned, fingers tightening around the neck as he reached back to grab Radiance's leg, hiking it up and spreading the mech forcefully wide, barely taking the time to feel and enjoy the new frame before starting to drive into him, setting a fast, forceful rhythm. He could feel Radiance's valve quivering and contracting around him, unfamiliar with the design of his spike, learning its shape and girth in short bursts of motion when Jazz was fully buried before being forced to release as he pulled back out. "Not bad at all," Jazz gasped, engines revving with the effort.

Dark hands reached up to caress Jazz's bumper and undercarriage as the black mech otherwise relaxed into the situation, then began to moan as the pleasure built. "Love your spike," he gasped out after a couple kliks, his hips starting to work into Jazz's rhythm.

Jazz gave a pleased rev in response, lowering himself more fully over the other, pressing his face to the side of Radiance's neck to bite at the cables there, fingers shifting to give him more room but not loosening in the slightest. "When I'm less impatient," he managed, gasping, "I'll get you properly strung up and used."

Radiance shivered in anticipation. Bondage and submission might not be high on his kink list, but as long as it felt good and it got his lover revved up he wasn't going to complain.

Right now, Jazz was giving him nothing to complain about, and from the way the mech was panting and moving, the opposite was true as well.

Each of them two hard overloads down already, it took their frames longer to build a charge than this kind of speed would normally need, but even with that, it was still a matter of counting kliks until Jazz shuddered over him and roared against his neck, the sound muffled, spilling into his valve, filling him completely with white-hot sensation.

While not as intense as his first, the charge crackling directly into his valve caused Radiance to arch up hard, his legs attempting to lock against his lover as the overload washed through him.

As it started to taper, Jazz slumped down into a slow reboot cycle and Radiance collapsed back, gasping, looking at Prowl, Jazz's fingers still around his neck. "Didn't expect that," he said, shivering, slowly lowering his leg down and settling, taking the stillness to get a better feel of the lodged spike.

"He has a dominance kink that I can only partially fulfill," Prowl said with a warm smile and hazily pleasurable field from watching. "I'm not surprised he indulged in one of the few things he can not do with me."

Radiance trailed his fingers up and down along the back of Jazz's neck, listening to the systems start to boot up, his own engines purring and sated. "I didn't expect to even see the inside of your apartment, much less your berthroom, this soon," he murmured, still facing Prowl. "I'm sorry if I walk a fuzzy line between business and pleasure sometimes."

"I understand," Prowl quirked a slight smile. "We weren't exactly planning on moving this fast either, but we told you the truth. Saxo likes your ideas, loves being watched and watching, and you are right that I've longed for a triad. Whether this works out long term or not, it will be pleasant when you are invited over. Do not expect more than that for some time. We may be ready to accept an occasional lover, but we are not ready to court for something more."

"I understand as well," Radiance said softly, his gaze flickering back to Jazz for a moment, feeling the soft rumble of engines kicking back on into a contented idle above him. "I've never courted a pair before, I'm happy to move towards that as slowly as you want. Though, what would you say to lunch sometime? Just you and me. You know I'm interested in Saxo, and he doesn't come without you, so I'd like to get to know you better."

"I would be agreeable to that," Prowl smiled, warmed by being properly courted, even on such a basic level. He reached out to stroke Jazz's arm, lightly removing the lax hand from Radiance's throat, then stroked the cables lightly, inspecting for any damage. "I would like to know you better as well. For tonight, you are welcome to recharge with us."

Jazz's pleased hum indicated that he was back online and had heard the last part. His optics flickered on and went immediately to Prowl, reaching for him, drawing him down into a lazy kiss. He shifted, pulling out of Radiance with a mutual shiver and moved onto the berth between the other two.

"I would enjoy staying," Radiance said, smiling, stroking Jazz's helm and looking at Prowl. "Thank you."

"Thank you as well," Jazz murmured, barely fighting off recharge now that he was fully booted. He tugged at Prowl, who was still sitting. "Lay down."

Prowl chuckled and obediently laid down, smoothly snuggling against his mate so they were perfectly aligned. "Recharge well, my love," he murmured to Jazz, stroking his shoulder.

Radiance tucked himself in behind Jazz, face against the back of his neck, and Jazz purred happily between the two. "Love you," he murmured to Prowl, and slipped into recharge.

Neither Prowl nor Radiance asked Jazz about the potential job offer the SWAT CO had made him, and it was more than a decaorn later before Jazz touched his fingers to Prowl's dataport, relaxed and panting beneath his lover after interface, silently requesting the security of the hardline.

~I'm going to accept Radiance's offer,~ he said when they connected. ~Unless you don't want me to.~

~It is a good offer,~ Prowl kissed him softly. ~We may not see as much of each other, but if you enjoy it, it is worth it. Just tell me why you want to accept.~

~I need to feel like I'm doing something, building something,~ Jazz said. ~Dancing is fun and all and I love doing it, but it's empty. This...this is keeping something honed. He formed me into a weapon and I'm going to dull if I do nothing but dance until we're strong enough. This will sharpen and refine.~

~Agreed,~ Prowl murmured, thoughtful and a little sad. ~This will hone you into something he could never conceive of if I am correct. It will bring us contacts of the kind he doesn't know how to stop. It may also bring you into contact with his allies, or even him.~

~His 'parties,' that's true,~ Jazz said, and frowned. ~It's strange to think we could be in the same city as him, at any time. He was in Kalis all the time, and anywhere else he had friends. I wonder...what I would do if I just turned a corner and saw him.~

~If you can, don't react and tell me immediately,~ Prowl said with absolute certainty that it was the right choice. ~Track him. If you can, shift frames and kill him. You have the upgrades and training to do it if you catch him by surprise. But only do so if you can get away.~

~I would so regret not getting to torture him with you,~ Jazz hummed, and shivered out to the tips of his doorwings. ~But having him gone...getting this thing off. If it's safe, if I can get him somewhere where I can recover from the break, I'll kill him.~

~Know that I will be on my way as soon as you comm me. I can get you away,~ Prowl said. ~I would miss torturing him as well, but it would be well worth it to have him gone.~

Jazz purred and nuzzled his mate. ~This will make me stronger. Have you decided what you'd like to do? You know Radiance wants to recruit you, he's made no secret of that.~

~I know, but I have an itch to scratch first,~ Prowl nuzzled him back. ~I want to be an Enforcer. I want to be among people again, helping, enforcing the rules. It's not being a seneschal but it's closer. I can always take him up on his offer later.~

~That will not help us see more of each other, but we have the rest of our lives together. It's taken this long to finally believe something isn't going to take you from me at any moment, I think,~ Jazz said, almost thoughtful. ~And you are so perfectly suited to enforce rules,~ he added with a grin, and in a smooth motion, hooked his leg around Prowl's waist and rolled, pushing his lover onto his back and settling over him, still fully sheathing his spike. ~You always were.~

~True, on all counts,~ Prowl relaxed into his lover's movements and moaned softly at the way it made his spike slide inside the tight, hot channel. ~Love you.~

~Up for a ride?~ Jazz purred, lifting his arms up, running one hand along the opposite arm and dipping his wings enticingly. ~A celebration. This will make us strong, this will make us so strong.~

~Always,~ Prowl shivered in anticipation. ~Anything you desire, love. Yes, it will make us very strong. It will bring us allies and training and resources.~

~Mhmm,~ Jazz hummed, hands moving down along the front of his chassis, coming to settle on his insides of his thighs, fingers splayed out, framing the view of Prowl's spike disappearing into his valve as he began to rock. ~My love, my love,~ he moaned, head thrown back, field washed with bliss, Prowl's flush with the same and entangled with his, losing themselves in each other for the rest of the night.