Starcrossed 36: Courting in Praxus: Bonding a Triad
Author's note: This chapter ended up with more smut than intended. XD Enjoy your fluff while it lasts, guys.
Credit to (fanfiction dot net/s/6835850/1/Glyphs-and-Marks by quidamling for the basic of Cybertronian tattooing.
True to form and standard, exactly four metacycles before the ceremony everyone invited received a formal invitation, which was traditional right down to which Intended the invitation was from and what they were invited as. The only unusual thing, really, was that each of Radiance's creators had received an invitation to attend as the creator of a different mech. It was something Prowl had cautiously asked if they would be willing to do, as neither he nor Jazz had any kin to invite. Both of their bosses could stand in if needed, but Prowl wanted to offer it to the mecha who had become their surrogate creators first.
True to form as well, on the orn of the bonding Whiplash was the first to arrive and he cased the location with all the grace and trust of a large, wild cybercat turned loose into a new enclosure. He nodded with a pleased look when Charade and Rebound arrived not much later with an explosives sniffing turbo-hound from the department and gave the entire place another once-over. They'd almost lost their boss once to a trap. They weren't going to have it happen on his bonding orn.
The remaining guests, a mixture of Enforcers from Prowl and Radiance's units, arrived fairly close together and on time. By the time the Justice of the Peace walked down the center aisle to the slightly raised podium where he would oversee the ceremony, those observing were seated and ready, while Prowl, Jazz, Radiance, and Radiance's creators waited to the side.
The Justice of the Peace smiled at the gathering, then cleared his vocalizer out. "As per the request of the Intendeds, there will be no prayers offered this orn, nor am I here to lead a ceremony, only to observe and witness the legality of this union. And," he chuckled, "I must say, it is some of the best legal filing I have seen in my lifetime." He turned to the waiting mecha and gestured for them to move into the center ring, lowered slightly into the ground, with six small pools forming a triangle, alternating between a clear liquid and a light blue. "We may begin."
Prowl, Jazz, and Radiance stepped forward first, and there was no hiding the excitement in Radiance's frame from the tilt and quiver of his doorwings, every micron of them covered with the courtship paintings. His Intendeds were much the same, though calmer than he was. They knelt together in the center of the circle, facing each other in a triangle, and grasped each other's hands as the other three walked up behind them.
Contact stood behind Radiance, Brava behind Prowl, and Mira behind Jazz, each one of them just as excited, if not more, than their creation. White cloth was pulled from subspace, and dipped into the blue pools.
"Will you allow us to clean your wings and erase the marks of a courtship well-executed, in favor of bonding and beginning your lives together?" Brava asked.
All three lifted their doorwings in clear affirmative. The creators exchanged a smile all around, and then held cloth to metal and rubbed in careful, broad strokes, dissolving away the clear sealant that had kept the paintings so carefully protected during the long courtship. The intricate designs smeared under the chemicals and the work continued silently but for the contented engine purring until both backs and fronts had been completely gone over, and the cloths were switched for clean ones, which went into the clear pools.
These pressed against the metal and liquid dripped down, cutting a path through the paint, revealing the colors underneath for the first time in over a century in some places. Fields flared warmly at the work being done, the old triad helping the new in a cherished part of their society.
Each one was rubbed down with dry cloth and then repolished before the creators stepped back, looking proudly at their creation and his Intendeds for a moment before Contact pulled a silk loop out of his subspace. All three stood and faced each other once again and the loop was draped around them before the creators took their place in the audience.
The vow they recited in unison had been carefully chosen, ancient and full of a deep spiritual connection to the very existence of a spark, one that celebrated the touch and taste of a lover's spark, rather than any higher power. As they finished, the Justice of the Peace stepped forward, holding a single datapad.
"I have here the final officiating document, requiring only the verified signature from each, that will signify the full, binding, legal union of this triad. Pantera," he called the first designation.
Prowl broke from his mates and stepped forward, pressing his hand to the datapad, adding his signature before returning to them. Radiance was called next, then Jazz, and once they were all reunited in the center, with family and friends as witness, the Justice of the Peace pressed his own signature to the document, smiled, and stepped back. "It is done," he said, simply, warmly. "You are triad."
The audience, which had been admirably restrained throughout the entire process, especially those in Radiance's unit, jumped up and trilled their approval, excitement, and congratulations for the new triad, who could only stand there and beam at each other until each was tackled in a hug.
"Gonna come out drinking with the rest of us?" Mortar rumbled with a knowing glimmer in his optics once the new triad had been passed around to everyone in the room. "It'll be fun..."
"I have no doubt," Radiance grinned, looking at his mates. "But we are going to make use of the bonding chambers, and, no offense intended to your drinking, but I'd really love to see how you think partying with this lot could top that."
Mortar's rumbling laugh carried over everyone, not at all surprised at that answer. "We'll stay here and keep you company for a while," he assured his SWAT chief, who scowled at him.
Jazz draped himself over Radiance from behind and nuzzled. "Just think of it as a denial game," he purred.
"This is one time I do not want to play denial games," Radiance purred back, turning his head for a kiss. When he broke away, he glanced around the room, and then held his hand up to stifle a laugh. "Oh no."
"Mm?" Jazz hummed, then followed his mate's gaze, and saw Mira smiling brightly at Whiplash and introducing herself. "Oh," he grinned, un-draped himself, and headed over, Radiance trailing behind. Contact and Brava beat them there, drawn by their mate's curiosity in the only mech present that none of them had met.
"I thought I knew everyone here but apparently I missed one," Mira said, purring as she looked over the unusual matte finish. "Do you work with Saxo?"
"With him, not anymore," Whiplash gave his agent a faint smirk. "I'm his boss now. I used to be his trainer."
"Saxo, you didn't tell me he was so handsome," Mira said, looking up and down the frame that was more similar to hers than any of the mechs in the room, to the patient smiles of her mates.
Jazz quirked a grin, cocking his head at his mentor. "I guess he does clean up nicely," he said.
Brava frowned suddenly. "Your ID ping comes back as civilian," she said. "You do undercover work?"
Whiplash's chuckle set more than a few nerves on edge. "I do, when I'm called on, though that ping is simply habit. It wouldn't do for just anyone to know what I am, much less what I do for a living."
"It's Lash, right?" Mira asked curiously. "Saxo mentions you sometimes. All good things," she promised brightly.
"What do you do for a living?" Brava asked, hands on Mira's waist and chin on her mate's shoulder, doorwings lifted.
"These orns most of my work is administrative," Whiplash said, and earned a grunt of sympathy from Mortar. "Saxo's training was an unusual thing. I rarely train anymore, and hardly ever train interrogators. But as for what you're actually asking, I'm The Prime's Assassin."
That got sharp looks from all three creators, with tensing, startled frames and fields, though none fearful.
"That sounds like...interesting work," Contact said, and then looked at Radiance. "'Lash'...is that the same as the Whiplash he talks about sometimes?"
"Yes," Whiplash nodded. "Radiance is one of my local recruiters."
"Side gig," Radiance said, shrugging one shoulder for everyone who gave him curious looks. "SWAT runs across plenty of colorful characters, I send the good ones along to him."
Jazz hummed and nuzzled his mate as Prowl walked up, slipping his arms around their waists. "How we met, kind of. I think he liked watching me dance, though."
"It was a perk," Radiance grinned.
"You say one of your recruiters like you're the one in charge," Mira said once the chuckles had quieted, looking back at Whiplash.
"I am," Whiplash nodded.
"Praxus division?" Brava prodded.
Whiplash regarded her. "All of it."
There was a beat of silence while everyone except the new triad just stared at Whiplash, needing to take that moment to fully comprehend exactly what he'd just said.
"In charge of...all the recruitment for Special Operations?" Contact asked.
"I think he means all of it, dearest," Brava rumbled, and the look she was giving Whiplash was one of deep respect.
Mira cocked her head at him. "What's your title?"
"Head of Imperial Special Operations," Whiplash answered honestly. "And that is more than enough about me. I haven't been this honest outside my realm since I recruited Radiance. This orn is about the happy triad," he nodded towards the three Praxians who'd just bonded.
"But we already know all about them!" Mira said, giggling, but obediently shifted her attention.
"Ever so modest," Jazz teased his mentor, leaning back against Prowl.
"One of his best virtues," Radiance hummed, doing the same, smiling at his creators. "How long do we have to stay to avoid being impolite?"
"It's your bonding, I think you get to decide that," Contact chuckled.
"Nonsense," Brava said. "They are here to be the center of attention and feel like specimens in a zoo until we say so. Radiance," she said sharply.
Radiance straightened quickly, an automatic reflex. "...Brava?"
Brava eyed him for a moment, then her features softened as much as anyone outside her triad had ever seen. "Congratulations." Her gaze shifted between them. "To all of you."
Radiance hummed, smiled, and relaxed again, before spotting Charade lingering over near the other mecha from his crew, looking on somewhat beseechingly. "Excuse me," he murmured to his mates, leaving them to accept the next round of well wishes, and headed over to his SIC.
"Good they stuck around this long," Charade huffed, uneasy about the small gathering with so many outsiders. "You're really going to give your spark to them tonight?"
"'Rade," Radiance murmured, smiling softly and relaxing with him in an easy, familiar stance, their helms resting against each other. "Yes. In every way that matters they already have it. A bond is almost formality at this point."
"Just a very, very big formality," Charade struggled to control his worry. "I want you to be happy."
"I am happy, I promise you I am," Radiance said, grinning. "You've seen me unhappy, and I know there is no way to mistake the two. Unlike with you," he teased gently.
Charade huffed. "You would never mistake my state," he murmured, relaxing. "No, you're so far from unhappy it's unnatural, even for you."
"Mm, yes, and I am fluent in all the different moods that can be indicated by you grumbling," Radiance said, pulling the mech he had long considered a brother into a tight hug. "Thank you for being here, I know it's not really how you'd choose to spend an orn."
"Maybe not, but I'd never miss such an important moment in your existence. I saw you through the bad, I'm blasted well going to be there for the good," Charade muttered even as he returned it.
Radiance snorted. "'Saw' me through? More like shoved me through with a hot poker."
Charade snickered. "You like to mope, it was the only way. Now get back to those mechs who make you so delirious. I'll keep the crew in check until you're back."
Radiance pressed a chaste, familiar kiss before hugging one last time and then letting go. "You should find someone to make you so delirious," he said, then grinned and winked. "Pretty sure Whiplash is single, why don't you try flirting him up?"
Charade shuddered. "No thank you. I want a nice, sweet little thing or two that are content to entertain each other, raise a sparkling or two and tolerate my work joors. Emphasis on nice and sweet."
"I'll keep an optic out," Radiance promised, before heading back to his mates, who had finally escaped his creators and were lingering tellingly on the side of the room with the exit, seemingly unnoticed. Radiance tried to move over to them as casually as possible. "So ... escape?"
"So escape," Jazz agreed as they started sidling towards the door. "Pretend like we just really enjoy this side of the room, and want to get a closer look at that-"
"Hey! You lot!" came Brava's booming call, and they all froze and cringed, looking back at her leering grin.
"Yes?" Prowl tried to ask innocently, which just seemed to make her grin worse.
"You'd better stretch my creation very wide tonight," she cooed, the mixture of innocent and vulgar bringing a rumbling laugh from Whiplash as he reached for a pew back for support.
"Brava!" Radiance gasped in protest as Jazz started laughing and Prowl's jaw simply dropped open as he stared at her in disbelief.
"And you!" she said, pointing directly at Radiance. "You'd better have enough stamina in you to give them both a proper pounding, you are my creation after all."
"He does," Jazz grinned manically at her. "No one is ever unsated in our berth."
"Primus below, don't engage her!" Radiance said, looked at the expression on Prowl's face, and made a very quick decision. "On three we run. Three!"
They took off, but not without hearing one more, "None of you had better be online come next orn!" before they escaped into the solitude of the bonding chambers that locked immediately behind them, not to open for one full orn. Jazz was giggling madly, much to the chagrin of his mates, who shook their heads, looked at each other, and then turned to give the chambers a better look.
True to his nature, Prowl's first movement was to check the entire room for security and for surveillance, then moved on to check that the supplies - energon, goodies, high grade and plenty of cloths to clean up with - were as expected. Only when everything checked out did he return to his mates and pulled Radiance into a passionate kiss that never failed to melt him into willing compliance.
"I want to be in the middle first tonight," he rumbled hotly. "Full hardline, spark merge and spread wide. It's as close as we'll ever be to bonding for real until he's dealt with."
Radiance revved against him in full agreement, and behind, Jazz went oddly silent with a teek that made both his mates stop and look at him, flaring confusion and concern.
"We could ... there's one step closer to us being bonded," Jazz said quietly. "Beyond just that."
It earned him a bewildered look from Prowl, his processor unable to make any connection between statement and reality.
"Saxo, no," Radiance said, shaking his head, concern and even some alarm in his field.
Jazz glanced at him, then looked back to Prowl. "You and Radiance can still bond, have that with each other. When he is destroyed, I will join."
"No!" Prowl's response was pure fire, outrage and denial exploding in a maelstrom of emotion that shocked even him. "No," he repeated when the first shocked reaction had calmed. "We bond as a triad or not at all."
Jazz was staring at him, optics spiraled wide, still stunned from the sheer intensity that had lashed out around them for those few moments. "Why?" he asked, simply and calmly, reaching out and touching his face with light fingers as Radiance held and stroked their lover.
Prowl pulled his first love close and kissed him, long and languid and full of desire. "Because it's not right to leave you out any more than we already do."
Jazz wrapped his arms around him, holding him just as tight, and rested his head against Prowl's shoulder. Radiance came against them and held them both as close as he could. "No amount of happiness we might get from bonding to each other could even begin to rival the grief of an incomplete triad bond," he explained softly. "It is even there when we merge, it would be so much worse in a bond. Waiting is a small price to pay."
Jazz nuzzled and relaxed into the surrounding warmth. "Then we will bond as triad," he murmured. "And not until."
"Good, now we have our bonding night to enjoy," Prowl rumbled as he nuzzled his first mate. "You can be in the middle first, if you want."
"Please," Jazz breathed, pressing in for a searing kiss that made Radiance's engines kick up and rev with excitement just to see. "You know how much I love being stretched."
"Probably as much as we love stretching you," Radiance rumbled, moving around behind and grinding against him, hands running along Jazz's sides, down his flanks, back up to grip his aft. He kissed and nipped at Jazz's neck, then lifted his visor and glanced up with yellow optics at Prowl. "I want to go offline lodged in you beneath your spark," he said. "Once we've finished with him, and you with me."
Prowl's engine rumbled deep and strong, a sound echoed immediately by his mates as they moved as one to the berth.
Limbs were tangled, armor became loose and panting, and each was covered and surrounded by his lovers in an intense flurry of cords, frames, and shuddering cries for what felt like an endless union until it was many joors later, and Prowl found himself being pushed and pulled over Radiance with Jazz moving in behind them, desire hot and bright in their fields.
Prowl was all past thinking already, but he recognized the being below him as Radiance and began to part his chest plates as his valve cycled in anticipation of the stretch and pleasure that always came with both his lovers. Deep inside, programming that he'd never been able to quell surged to activation to pulse his readiness to carry across his spark and the hardlines with an intensity that none of them, not even Prowl, had ever felt before.
Radiance moaned beneath him, back arching up, fingers tight on Prowl's shoulder as the first stage of the merge flared between them and even Jazz shook from the want to fill their mate with new life, their life, as desire flooded into him from across the hardline from both mates. His chest parted, chamber spiraled open, and his spark surged forward only to strike the blocker and be immediately repelled.
It was enough to jar him back, shaking, and still feeling the flooding need from his mates, strong enough to override their control.
~No!~ he shouted, as loud as he could, the single commanding glyph full of authority and desperation all at once.
The command, Jazz's command, snapped Prowl out of everything almost instantly. The compulsion to obey his Lord was ingrained so deep it even froze him in a spark merge. Radiance gasped and shivered as the coding lock that had grabbed his processor and dug in first relaxed, then quieted, and released him from its hold.
~You cannot create, you will not create,~ Jazz said, voice calm and certain. ~We are not ready.~
~So strong,~ Radiance whispered from his spark, looking into Prowl's optics. ~It's never been so strong before.~
~I didn't realize it would be that strong,~ Prowl admitted, pulling out of the merge, somewhat dazed by the backlash of activating such powerful coding and then shutting it down so quickly. ~One position, I locked it into one position to keep it at bay. I never thought it would do that in retaliation.~
~Intense,~ Radiance murmured, still shivering, still wanting.
~It will activate like that only when we fill you together and you merge?~ Jazz questioned. ~No matter what our frames are doing? Or is it me behind you like this specifically, Radiance on his back?~
~Just like this, with you against my back,~ Prowl tried to explain. ~I tried to lock it into a three-way merge, but it wouldn't accept something that can't happen. I don't understand what its hurry is.~
~You are a Praxian with a triad, we are driven towards new life for our race,~ Radiance said, pulling him into a kiss. ~Beyond that, you have function coding to produce more of your kind for your Lords as profit. Limiting all your creation options apparently made it feel the need to increase its odds of success to balance out the decreased odds of this position. Some warning next time, my love,~ he murmured, nuzzling. ~I would have filled you hard and fast and not been able to stop myself on my own.~
~I'm sorry, I did not mean for it to be that intense,~ Prowl shuddered at the implications. Not that he would have created a new life, that still held appeal, but at the risk it contained to stress the three of them again. Having had a taste of what it meant to be a real creator, he was no longer sure he could give up a creation he'd carried himself.
Jazz moved forward to press his mouth against Prowl's back strut, swirling his glossa around a joint and then sucking gently. ~Would you like us to fill you,~ he rubbed his spike against Prowl's aft, ~Or would you like to continue the merge? Laying next to you with my chest open when you two overload is intense.~
Prowl shivered, his processors kicked into gear by the question. With a throaty hum he offered a different suggestion to his mates.
~Oh, Prowler,~ Jazz purred. ~You do know how to make me moan.~
~How to make all of us moan,~ Radiance said, pulling Prowl into a kiss as Jazz moved around to relax near their heads, stroking their helms until they pulled back from each other and he could claim his own kiss from each.
~I do my best,~ Prowl purred with pleasure at the approval and at the slid of a familiar spike into his valve. ~Let me taste your spike, my love.~
~Let us pleasure you,~ Radiance said, head tilted up and back to watch Jazz lift himself up and swing easily into a straddle over his face. He could feel the heat from his lover's valve from even this far and he wrapped his arms around Jazz's thighs, pulling himself up to x-vent over the dripping opening before sliding his glossa around it in a teasing swirl. He tasted lubricant and mixed transfluid and heard a choked moan and felt it through the hardline as Prowl took the offered spike into his mouth. Radiance's hips bucked up, pushing deeper into Prowl's frame, his own moan rising up from his chassis.
The pleasure both Jazz and Prowl took in the sensation of Prowl's mouth, glossa and intake around the thickly ruffled spike, and they all sank into the pleasure of their frames for several glorious kliks before Prowl unlocked his chest plates. Radiance echoed the motion, eager and wanting, and for the first time as their sparks moved forward and began to mingle, he did not feel the wanting for a creation, only the bliss of being together, as close to a single life as they could be, hearing the moans from their mate, feeling his pleasure, feeling each other, until the world erupted into the brilliant radiance of a full merge.
Their sparks knew each other well, over centuries of being close and from the few times they had merged being so completely open, and it was two beings who met in sublime joy, swirling around, tumbling, shivering in those ecstatic moments of being together. Every bit of that was shared with the mech trembling above them across the hardline connections, glossa and intake all working to add to Jazz's pleasure so he knew he was not forgotten, never forgotten, not even during a merge.
Prowl's systems cascaded into overload first, half primed to kindle as they were, and he keened his bliss shamelessly around his mate's spike, swallowing easily when Jazz cried out and bucked, hands grabbing Prowl's helm to hold himself upright as his valve quivered and gripped around Radiance's swirling glossa.
Radiance sobbed beneath them, almost not feeling his spike shooting deep into Prowl beyond the intensity of a spark overload and the joy of feeling Jazz's pleasure over the hardline, but his hips drove again and again, slamming up into the tight heat.
When it was over, when the final joules dissipated with a soft crackling of static beneath their armor, Radiance let his head fall back, optics offlined and frame shivering and panting. ~My mates, my bondeds,~ he whispered. ~My bondeds.~
~Yours,~ Jazz purred, moving up and off, stretching out and collapsing against them.
~Yours,~ Prowl echoed to them both. ~Mine. Ours.~ He shivered faintly, barely online as his armor closed to protect his spark once more. He reached out to clumsily pull Jazz a little closer as he collapsed on top of Radiance. ~Triad.~
~Strong,~ Jazz said. ~We are strong. Now we plan, soon we will hunt, soon we will catch.~ The grin that crossed his face, as exhausted as he was, as close as he was snuggled in with his mates, was still wild and feral.
Radiance shivered. ~Yes,~ he murmured, as much as it still sometimes unsettled him to see this part of Jazz. The knowledge of what had been done to create the pair waylaid any protests he might have once had. He would help them hunt, he would help them catch, and they would destroy, and that promise was pushed through the hardline. Thanks and approval and a wordless promise that he would not need to do anything he did not believe in came back just as strongly before they all settled into a content and exhausted recharge.
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"You should put red in along with mine, so it spirals around the gold," Radiance said, leaning over Prowl's shoulder and pointing at the design on the table. They were working on the rough draft of the triad pattern to have etched into their chevrons as an even more permanent mark of their status and devotion. While it could be removed, it was a painful process. With Prowl's financial genius at investing and multiplying their income, the combination of all their formal designation glyphs would be colored, inlaid with precious metals and even strategically placed gemstones and diamond dust.
"And make sure that bottom section is sketched heavy enough to weigh down the more complicated top-like that, thicker lines," Jazz said, leaning over his other shoulder.
"Which should be bright blue, definitely," Radiance said.
"Oh, and with that silvery blue as shadowing," Jazz added.
"Yes!" Radiance agreed. "That would look amazing, it'll echo the other silvers perfectly-make sure those are parallel," he told Prowl, pointing.
"Loves, the coloring really should be discussed with the artist," Prowl said a bit wearily. "I can draft well enough, but this is far more complex than my skills were meant for."
They winced a little guiltily and glanced at each other, before Jazz leaned in to press a trail of kisses up Prowl's neck and Radiance moved in to start rubbing his shoulder joints. "I'm sorry, we're stressing you," Radiance said, and Jazz hummed in agreement.
"It's just very exciting," Jazz said, nipping at the cables a little. "We'll tone it down a bit."
Radiance nodded, working his way down the back strut. "Or a lot."
Prowl simply groaned at the attention, then nearly melted between them when two sets of magnetic palms clicked on to soothe him. "Happy with the basic concept of the lines?"
Jazz lifted his head to look over the draft for a moment. "Yes. Although-"
Radiance reached over and twisted his chevron, getting a yelp that was more play effect than anything.
"Yes," Radiance purred against Prowl's audial, while Jazz went back to sucking on his neck and working his hands opposite Radiance's to massage the back plating. "We'll pester the artist about colors until it's perfect."
"That, and to ensure it looks good, is why we pay an artist to do this," Prowl moaned shamelessly at the attention. He collected enough though to send off the design and what notes he'd gotten so far so their artist would have plenty of time to play with it. Then his focus was on kissing Radiance until the mech was sinking to his knees and burning with desire, Jazz right alongside him as they pushed Prowl's chair back together and settled in front of him.
Jazz leaned in to x-vent over Prowl's spike cover before flicking his glossa along the heating metal as Radiance rested his head on Prowl's thigh, optics looking up at him mischievously. "You know, I don't think we've done this as a legally bonded triad yet," he said, grinning.
"That should be rectified immediately," Jazz purred, nuzzling Prowl's hip and using his hand to dip into the joint while Radiance lifted a magnetized palm to hold over the spike cover.
Prowl groaned and unlatched the cover, but the magnet prevented him from sliding it open, even though he could feel his spike trying to pressurize, pushing up at the metal from beneath as Radiance rubbed his hand in small, careful circles. "Yes, it should be," he managed.
Jazz moved in to kiss his way around the edges, trailing his glossa through the seams, brushing his fingers between Radiance's and tickling over the cover that was growing hotter every nanoklik, desperate to be allowed to slide back. "So hot," he purred against Prowl's armor. "You must be getting so hard in there."
"Very," Prowl groaned from deep in his chassis. His hands found his mate's helms and he rubbed them, encouraging them to keep going, to do more, or just keep teasing him mercilessly. Because in the end, it was always magnificent when his lovers took charge.
Jazz shifted and as one with Radiance, they pushed Prowl's legs as far apart as they could go, both of them settling down next to each other, wings angled back so their sides could be flush, and then Radiance quickly swapped his hands out so the outside one was holding the cover, teasing with Jazz, while their inside hands reached down and crossed into each other's laps, and Prowl heard the sound of two valve covers sliding away. It was quickly followed by two soft moans and pleasured shivers as the scent of both their lubricants hit him, hard, and they lifted their heads to turn towards each other in a deep, molten kiss, every bit of it a perfect display for their mate, from the pressing lips to the dancing glossas, flicking off each other teasingly.
Prowl shivered, his vents hitching as he watched. No one watching would believe they weren't spark-bonded with the fluid synchronicity of their movements or the way they made Prowl tremble without actually touching him.
"Please," Prowl all but whimpered, his optics bright and full of need as he watched.
"Ooh, he asked nicely," Radiance purred, lifting fingers slick from Jazz's valve up between their mouths and two glossas slid out to clean them together. The fingers slipped away again and the lips pressed together with a deeper moan coming from each mech.
Prowl whined.
"He is being very good," Jazz murmured against his lover, not looking like they were going to stop any time soon.
"He is," Radiance said, grinning, and then did something with his hand between Jazz's legs that made the youngest whine and shake. "I think we should reward him." His voice lowered into a husky whisper. "I think he wants us to suck his spike, run our glossas all over, touch everything."
"Yes!" Prowl keened, shaking with need. "Please. At least let me extend. It aches."
"Mmm, what do you think, yes?" Radiance asked Jazz, who kissed slowly and deeply, seeming to think over his answer for several long, torturous moments.
Finally, he nodded. "Yes," he purred back against Radiance.
Radiance released the cover and moved his hand back, fingers curled for Prowl's spike to move through them as it extended in a single, swift motion. As soon as it was fully pressurized, before even Prowl's moan of relief had finished, Radiance and Jazz had turned in and tilted their heads, each pressing their glossas to a side and licking the entire length up.
"Oh, yes," Prowl rewarded them vocally and through his field, every flicker one of joy, pleasure and thanks as his helm fell back in another sign of the trust he had for these two. "So good to me."
"We'll be better than good," Radiance purred against him as he mouthed down to the base, rubbing the shaft with loose fingers, as Jazz worked up and took the tip into his mouth, sucking on it. Their inside hands were still lowered and stroking each other, adding their own pleasure into the familiar, meshing fields. Jazz started pushing down, taking more and more of the length in, humming around it.
Prowl's hands flexed and stroked their helms as he moaned in the bliss that was only half physical. Even after more than two centuries, he felt no less intensity at being with his triad than he had the first time. It was exquisite and pleasurable and stroked coding he still felt as new. "Won't last long."
Jazz chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound from his chassis that went straight into Prowl's spike, making him gasp and shudder as Radiance kissed his way around the base. Jazz lifted his head, slowly, pressing his glossa up and massaging every ridge along the length, tracing and tasting.
"Not surprised. Oh, Saxo, faster," Radiance breathed, rocking his hips against Jazz's hand, and Jazz jumped and moaned at the same time as the hum of the electromagnets in the palm that was rubbing between his legs. "Come on, 'Tera," he moaned. "Spill on us, all over our faces."
Jazz whined at the thought and pulled off the spike with a gasp before pressing his glossa and curling it around the underside of the head, looking up at Prowl through lifted optics. "We'll lick it off each other," he purred, and nuzzled the shaft for a moment before tipping his head sideways and pressing lips to metal, rubbing up and down opposite Radiance.
The very suggestion of that visual made Prowl tremble and brought his face forward to look down at them. A kiss, a few more swirling licks and he keened, his frame stiffening as his hips thrust into the air. Hot, charged transfluid erupted from the tip of his spike to arch onto his lovers as they positioned themselves to catch it.
Their first kiss was slick, sliding, as they turned from Prowl to focus on each other and the show they were putting on, then glossas were darting out, licking, tasting, swallowing, until their mouths were clean and Radiance cupped his hand around Jazz's neck and moved to lick up along his cheek, moving his way over until he'd gotten every drop. He let go and tilted his face up for Jazz to do the same, purring the entire time, gaze fixed on Prowl.
When Jazz was done he pushed Radiance back to the floor, the dark mech going willingly, spreading his legs and lifting his knees as his lover continued to push his fingers in and out. "Let me taste you," Radiance gasped suddenly, back arching.
Jazz complied all too happily and moved around so he was above Radiance, valve bared over his face, his own head dipping between Radiance's thighs, and they moaned in unison as they started licking each other together.
"Primus you two will melt me," Prowl groaned, shivering with a charge that had only partially abated after the first overload. His fingers pressed into his valve, already slick and aching to be filled.
Jazz lifted his head for long enough to grin at him before Radiance pushed his hips up demandingly with a rumbling growl. Jazz revved his own engines in response and lowered his head back down, rubbing his glossa over the slickened valve. "'S good for a mech your age," he teased Prowl between licks.
"I have much more in me than two rounds, mechling," Prowl growled back, only to have it spiral into a shivering moan as his fingers spread him wide and rubbed against enough interior nodes to light up his sensor net.
Jazz purred deeply, hips rocking over Radiance's face and the hot, swirling glossa. "Doesn't count if you have to recharge in between, lover," he said, to a rumbling laugh from Radiance that was not quite stifled quickly enough.
The dark mech tilted his head back, looking up at Prowl from between Jazz's spread out thighs. "Don't tell me you're gonna let him talk to you like that," he said, grinning hugely, before his gaze fixed on the way Prowl was pleasuring himself and his engines gave a hard, sharp rev of want that quickly turned into a moan when Jazz dipped his head.
"Maybe I should spike him while you keep licking," Prowl suggested with a deep rumble.
Jazz gave a short, sharp moan.
"And when you've finished with his young aft, I'll be right here to bury myself between your legs and get at your valve," Radiance purred, mouthing at Jazz's as he spoke. "Taste you both mixing on my glossa. The flip you over and pound you into the floor like you're wanting."
"Please!" both other mecha keened in desperate desire all at once. Prowl moved, a scramble to kneel over Radiance's face with his legs inside of Jazz's. With no prep or warning he slammed his spike home into the valve that had been selected for exactly his spike.
Jazz gave a deep, pleasured cry, arching back, and Radiance tilted his head back as far as possible, pressing his glossa up right where his mates' frames where joined, flicking continuously so Prowl could feel sensation from him along his entire length as he pushed and pulled, slamming into Jazz again and again.
"Frag yes!" Jazz cried, back arching and valve shuddering around the perfect thickness.
"Don't you dare stop," Radiance gasped, lifting his hips with a needy whine as he pressed back in, working his glossa over every surface he could reach, moaning when Jazz pushed in with his.
"So hot," Prowl moaned, his hands gripping Jazz's hips to hold him still right where Radiance wanted him. "Such a good little slut for us, my love. So eager for anything we want to do to you. Lick him well. I want Radiance to overload with us."
Jazz gave an eager rumble and swirled his glossa around and then in a cycling pattern that made Radiance start gasping within moments, rocking his hips against the strokes, his grip on Jazz's hips tightening. He shivered-his mate knew his frame well and knew just how-and suddenly it was a struggle to not overload and he groaned with the effect of it, the rapidly increasing bliss tumbling into his field and bringing his lovers quickly along.
Jazz was shuddering with each thrust, shaking from being held still, moaning against Radiance's valve and cycling his own in ever-tightening cycles around Prowl. "Yes," he gasped, between heavy, wet licks. "Just-yes-oh-yes!" he cried out, so close he was quivering, fighting just as hard as Radiance was to hold on and enjoy the perfect, stretching, denting pounding.
Prowl's bellow was the first to echo through the room as he pumped burst after burst of crackling transfluid deep into his mate, too much sensation for Jazz to take and his own frame shuddered in overload, his deep, sobbing moan pressed right against Radiance's valve, the dual washes of energy pushing the dark mech over with his lovers, all three shaking together.
The instant Radiance recovered himself he pushed back, wrapped arms around Prowl's thighs, and sank his glossa into his mate's dripping valve. Prowl shuddered over him and gripped Jazz's hips tighter to brace himself. Moans rolled from him as his valve cycled and calipers squeezed, trying to draw that pleasurable glossa deeper inside him.
Radiance rumbled deeply into him as Jazz shifted his attentions from valve to x-venting over Radiance's spike cover, which snapped open as soon as it was brushed, tip coming out, slipping easily between Jazz's lips and extending quickly. Jazz licked and sucked, caressing with his glossa, preparing Radiance to take Prowl as hard as he wanted.
"Just like that," he moaned to Jazz when his lover swallowed, pushing his hips up. "He's got me hard for you," he purred to Prowl, speaking against the platelets, nuzzling and kissing. "Can feel how much you want it, you're so slick."
"I'm watching him. He loves to suck, loves to lick," Prowl moaned, rocking into the glossa working him. "I want that wonderful spike in me. I want feel you come undone inside and over me."
"Then on your back and spread for it," Radiance rumbled deeply, giving the valve one last, hot swirl of his glossa before lowering his head back down. Prowl didn't hesitate to slide sideways and back, settling with his doorwings flared out, his legs spread and an open display of his quivering valve and still pressurized spike.
"Take me, love," Prowl reached out for Radiance, wanting and offering all in one pose.
Radiance moaned at the sight, head tilted back to watch, Jazz still over him and sucking his spike until he reached up to brush his hips, just enough pressure for his younger mate to lift his head and move off. Radiance sat, shot Jazz a wicked grin. "Get your spike hard for him, we'll see how many rounds this 'old' mech can go between us."
"Enough to leave you both panting on the floor," Prowl grinned defiantly back, looking forward to the test very much.
Jazz grinned back. "We will see about that," he purred deeply, settling himself to watch, fingers playing over his housing, teasing himself as Radiance turned.
He crawled to Prowl, every movement showing his easy grace, and licked all the way up his lover's spike, getting a good taste of the mixed fluids coating it and moaning before snaking his way up. He brought one of Prowl's legs with him, pushing his spike home in a flawless, unbroken motion that made them both shudder. He moaned at the first ripples of the heated valve and rocked, pulling out before driving back. "Hard enough for you?" he purred.
"Yes," Prowl moaned as he squeezed around the second spike he adored so much, relishing the way it slid in and out of him. "You feel so good."
"So do you," Radiance moaned, setting his pace to drive them both towards the hardest, fastest overload he could manage. "Oh, lover, so do you."
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Jazz relaxed in the engraver's workchair, his optics only half lit as the lithe femme with elegantly swooping wings far more reminiscent of a flier than the grounder she was worked on his chevron's center. He'd declined the sensor blocker, assuring her that he could handle the pain. He was well aware it would hurt, but it would be nothing like the pain he knew from elsewhere, and more than anything, he wanted to be fully aware of everything relating to this most visible marker of his status and who he belonged to.
"Well then," the engraver said with a smile, finishing with one section and pulling her hand back to change the stylized pointer to a thinner one. "I really thought you wouldn't make it through that. Tough mecha come in and say they can handle it and then back out within nanokliks."
Jazz smiled faintly, completely at ease, gaze shifting to his observing mates. "I do not make exaggerated claims as to my abilities."
"Only because we'll call you on it," Radiance snickered. "These two don't need the blocker, but I'm not their kind of tough."
"I think you refer to it as our kind of crazy," Prowl chuckled lightly, relaxing against Radiance and watching with fascination and growing pleasure as the work continued. "I'm going to enjoy tracing that engraving every time I can."
"Careful you don't wear it off," the femme teased, her voice rippling with light laughter and wings flicking with the same, though her hand remained absolutely steady.
"I'll keep his hands busy elsewhere," Jazz promised her.
Radiance grinned from where he stood behind Prowl, arms around his mate's waist. It felt amazing to watch this happen. As amazing as the bonding ceremony had been, and the interfacing afterwards, this was something far more permanent. Even though Radiance knew that the pair could make it disappear within a klik if they chose, that they could change their forms to nearly anything they could get the schematics of, this was still a permanent mark. They'd know it was there, even if it wasn't always visible.
In the absence of a triad spark bond, these engravings were something solid and permanent, far more than the legal forms that didn't even have his mates' true identities on them. He rested his head on Prowl's shoulder, blissfully content to be with his triad, and felt everything returned from both the field he was pressed against and the light blue optics that were watching him.
It was good to be so wanted.