Fandom: Transformers G1/Bayverse
Author: gatekat and starshield on LJ
Pairing: Jazz/Prowl
Rating: NC-17 mech/mech
Codes: Crossover, Slash, Sticky
Summary:
Disclaimer: The authors are only playing with their own twisted muses. Transformers belong to Hasbro. Fandom-side, check the inspirations page (gatekat-fics ./290 .html ) We draw from a ton of amazing stories and authors you should read.
Notes: klik = 1 minute; breem = 8.3 minutes; joor = 6.3 hours; orn = day/32 joor; metacycle = 6 (5.9285) years; vorn = 83 years/14 metacycles
~text~ bond/hardline talk
::text:: comm chatter

At All Costs 36: Shocking News

Prowl didn't venture outside the base very often anymore, except to travel from one base to another. Unlike Megatron, Prime was rarely willing to risk his tacticians on the battlefield, commissioned officers or not. In the six hundred vorns since Prowl had changed sides things had only gotten worse, with both sides practically locked in a stalemate.

It was frustrating to the tactician. Even he couldn't figure out what they were doing that seemed to put a stop in the Autobots plans every time the Autobots were convinced they had an advantage. But then, more than once Prowl had been convinced that it was the blessing of Primus that they had gotten information they needed just in time to put a stop to something that would have put the Decepticons in a position of power.

Still, there were times when Prowl felt the need to venture outside of a base, just to remind himself that there was more than just an army and a Prime, however worthy that was, that he was fighting for. That there were still neutrals, individuals trying to live despite the power play going on all around them.

Trips like this one.

High above them Dogfight and his trinemates circled, wide and loose to avoid drawing attention but still able to be there in an instant if there was trouble. At his side was Jazz ... or rather Korrës ... as the visible bodyguard.

Even after this long away from the Cons, Korrës was more than able to silence and move bots away with no more than a look. Right now he was walking at his protégé's side, silent and on alert. Prowl had no doubts that his training with Korrës and the ability to defend himself well was one of the few reasons Prime had eventually consented to this.

As they passed the ruined shell of a building that had once been on the outskirts of Praxus, a familiar squawk demanded their attention.

::Coming?:: Prowl asked over a close comm, recognizing the sound and pinpointing it with ease, an edge of longing and excitement in his tone. It had been far too long since he had seen any of the symbiots, and even longer since he had been able to speak with one of them.

If Laserbeak was that this close and requesting their attention he obviously intended to stay long enough to speak.

::Of course, Prowl. I heard him,:: Korrës said as they casually changed direction, intent not to draw attention from their airborne guards.

"Prowl, Korrës," Laserbeak greeted them with a trilling coo as he hopped to Prowl's offered forearm. "Soundwave sent me. Shockwave must be deactivated now or all our work will be in vain."

He hadn't expected the symbiot to stay for long, but that was abrupt even for Laserbeak. But then, the news he had to share did not make for good hearing.

"How soon is 'now'? And why?" Prowl asked, bringing his arm close to his frame to shield their visitor more from casual sight.

"Within the vorn," Laserbeak shifted uneasily. "His plans are near complete. If he takes leadership from Megatron we can not stop him. He is immune to master's gift."

The Praxians field flared, calm and comforting as he thought. He had plans, none of them solid and all of them risky, but things that he could take before the Prime. "Do you have any information that might be useful? Information we may not already have?"

"Much," the avian nodded his small helm. "Shockwave's schedule, schematics to many of his facilities, defenses, recharge chamber."

"Physical weaknesses?" Korrës asked, doing planning of his own.

"Far too few," the avian ducked his helm to the deadly minibot as he accepted the hardline connection with Prowl to download what intel he had. "Master suggested an anti-matter bomb attached to his back."

"A very nice thought." Prowl grumbled, doing a preliminary sort on the data as it was downloaded. He would add it into his personal file later, but at first glance some of this was already cause for alterations to his existing plans. "Any other suggestions?"

"Give the files to Meister and don't ask questions," the avian actually shivered at mentioning the nightmare Prime occasionally unleashed on the Decepticons.

Prowl moved him closer, not sharing the avians fear but still displaying a level of respect for the mech that was almost myth. "I can do that."

Laserbeak willingly accepted the comfort, snuggling against Prowl's chest and cooing. "If any mech can end Shockwave, it is him."

"Is Soundwave ready to take over and surrender when Shockwave is no longer a threat?" Korrës asked.

"Yes," Laserbeak nodded.

"I take it he has some sort of plan already worked out?" Prowl, running his free hand down Laserbeak's back as he shifted a little farther into the shadows.

"Yes," he trilled happily at the attention and snuggled against Prowl a little more. "He asked me not to tell you. It would be inappropriate."

"I am now appropriately concerned." Prowl commented, amused and tone clear that he was teasing. He sobered slightly. "Everyone is well? News has been scarce lately."

"We are doing well," he promised. "Soundwave ensures we have enough energon and he is still feared by most enough that we are generally left alone. The twins push the limits the most, even now. I'm not sure they'll ever mature; they're over three thousand now."

A genuine smile from Prowl. "I doubt it. It is not in their nature." Not that Prowl doubted they were capable of acting their age if there was a need, but the level of need required was so great Prowl hoped for their sake it would never come to be.

Gathering his courage, Prowl asked the question closest so his spark. "And Soundwave?"

Laserbeak ducked his head and cooed, rubbing against Prowl in longing. "He misses you terribly. Once he thought of capturing you so he could touch you, even if just for a few orns. He is healthy and strong still. Rank and ability has protected him."

The Praxian vented softly, joy and sadness racing through him at the same time. Joy that Soundwave was well, and sadness because Prowl's spark still longed for the mech he loved but could not be with.

"I miss him as well." Prowl murmured, the message clearly meant for the host when Laserbeak returned to him. "And I love him still."

A trickle of relief wound its way into Laserbeak's field to be shared with Prowl. "Soon, Prowl. As soon as Shockwave is dealt with."

"We'll make sure it happens," Korrës spoke up, determined for a very different reason than Prowl, but no less determined. "Shockwave will be on his way to the Well before he can take over."

The sounds of others approaching caught the attention of all three in, Prowl swearing softly at his own foolishness for staying in one place for so long and attracting attention. With a final affectionate touch to the symbiot's head he moved Laserbeak gently away. ::Can you hide for a bit, until there is a opening for you to get away? We can distract them and redirect their attention.::

::Of course,:: he pressed into the touch before squirming into a jagged crack, blacking his optics and going perfectly still and silent.

~Want me to make you give some up, or another distraction?~ Jazz-Korrës asked, pressing closer to his love.

Prowl purred so that the sound carried through his entire frame and into his lover. ~This should work well, I think. Jazz they would stop and watch. You they should move on quickly enough for fear of irritating you, and lack any desire to come back and look the place over later. Going to give training a poor reputation though.~

~Only among mechs who don't want to suck random spike,~ he chuckled softly and leaned back against the wall as he pulled Prowl down to kneel in front of him far more gently than it looked. ~Which aren't many.~

~True.~ Prowl agreed, amusement filtering through as his hands caressed black and deep golden armor, silver replacing it in his processor easily since his spark recognized the mech before him. Above him Jazz-Korrës rumbled in approval and slid his spike cover open, allowing the black and gold length to begin pressurizing.

~Love you Prowl,~ Jazz's spark voice never changed. ~Love you so much.~

Prowl hummed, more amusement trickling through as he became a willing and active participant in the distraction as he took the spike in his mouth and hands found their way deeper into hip joints.

A deeply resonant moan of pleasure washed over Prowl as they both heard two of their Seeker-guards hovering while the third blocked most of the light from the doorway.

~Love you, light and joy and life.~ Prowl answered, citing just a few of the things Jazz was to him as glossa and tongue worked mech spike, every intent of making the audience jealous of something that they could never have and bringing his sparkmate pleasure.

The rev of Seeker turbines told of Dogfight's first reaction to seeing them, but the Seeker quickly backed away and took off with his trine.

~That worked,~ Jazz-Korrës shivered. His fingers stroked Prowl's chevron, sharing and enjoying the pleasure with his love. ~You're making Smokescreen so jealous. Mech still wants ya bad.~

~He will just have to learn that there are some things he can never have.~ Prowl answered, the implication perfectly clear that this was one of those things. ~I have never desired him as a lover in any way.~

~It's good for him to be thwarted on occasion,~ Jazz-Korrës moaned deeply, his hips beginning to roll in a smooth, easy thrust into Prowl's mouth and down his relaxed intake. ~You've ruined me for other mechs. I love it.~

~Oh?~ Pride filled the bond as Prowl hummed and sucked, enjoying the reaction his attention was earning him.

~No one focuses on me like you do,~ Jazz didn't stifle his moans at all. ~No one cares for me, for my pleasure, my desires, like you do. Even those who want to indulge my kinks only want to go with the ones they like too.~

~Bonded, love.~ Prowl reminded him gently, underlying emotion/thought making clear that Jazz understood it was a joy and not a burden. ~Mine to love and treasure and pleasure like no one else gets to. Your happiness is mine.~

~Yes,~ Jazz's reply was filled with the unique joy he gained from Prowl's happiness, how it differed from the pleasure/joy his function brought with others. ~True even before we bonded,~ he moaned and trembled, already on the edge of overload in barely more than a klik. ~So glad you're mine. So glad I make you happy.~

Love and affection offered all the more strongly as Prowl purred, easily feeling how close Jazz was and wanting to feel that release in his bonded as well. ~Let go love. Enjoy.~

A long, rolling moan rose to a keen of ecstasy as Korrës' hips jerked forward several times to shoot thick, crackling transfluid into Prowl's willing mouth as their bond sang with the glory of the release.

Prowl hummed and swallowed, sharing in the joy of the release before releasing the spike and resting his helm against the minibot. ~Love you.~

~Love you,~ Jazz murmured, enjoying the warmth of Prowl's frame against his and the content humming of both their systems. ~Ready to move on?~ he asked, stroking Prowl's helm.

~Yes.~ Prowl stood, resisting the urge to steal a kiss from his bonded in this guise. ~I know they do not like it when I wander outside, even if I can take care of myself, and they will be looking for us to return soon.~

Back in the safety of their quarters, as safe as they were anywhere, Prowl sighed softly, optics focusing on the form of his mate, Jazz back in all of his proper silver glory.

"Would you like a copy of the files now, or should I wait to give them to you until later, after you feel up to changing again?"

"Might we well give them to me now," Jazz murmured, leaning against his mate with a soft sound of regret. It was the anxiety, even fear, rippling over the bond that focused Prowl's attention however. "Meister isn't at all fond of you."

Surprise, concern, confusion flowed in return. "I was not aware that I was disagreeable to your other personalities."

Jazz cringed. ~He's snarly about everything I do that wasn't his choice first. Bonding is kinda a big thing to do to a mech who thinks he's more real than I am. So he doesn't like you. He's just too good to delete."

~But you are able to deal with him?~ Prowl asked, taking Jazz's hand and leading him in the direction of the berth.

~So far,~ Jazz said uneasily, willing to be led. ~Last time did require Black Echo to put him down by force. None of the others are quite so separate from me. Meister ... there's none of me in him. He's sparked Black Ops. I inherited him from the last mech who held the title, who got him from his predecessor. All the others were built on what I am.~

~So when you go under as him...~ Prowl didn't even finish the thought, not at all pleased with the implication as he laid down and pulled Jazz against him, hardline port offered and accepted without any conscious consideration.

~He has only a limited interest in keeping me functioning,~ Jazz finished the grim reality. ~It's one thing that makes him so effective. You can destroy Meister's current frame, but you'll never destroy Meister. A new frame for him is a frustration, but little more. He will sacrifice my spark and frame without hesitation to complete the mission. And ... I can't blame him, not really, for being what he is. He misses being real, having a legal right to exist. He wants his existence back, a spark to call his own again.~

That was a stretch for even Prowl to process as he tried to work through it. For a brief instant he wondered how one came into such an existence before deciding that he really didn't want to know and shoved that thought as far down as he could manage.

Instead he focused on the data that Laserbeak had given him, sending Jazz the raw information as he had received it, the analysis he had already done and the annotations he had made as a separate, compact companion file. Then he offered a much larger file.

Jazz accepted it without hesitation, only investigating the huge personal file on Shockwave after it downloaded. He nuzzled Prowl. ~Thanks love. I'm sure it'll be useful. We have two joors before the meeting...~

~Everything I have on him, since we started looking for a way to take him down. All worth it if it brings you back.~ Prowl responded. ~I will miss you.~

Jazz moved up to claim a heated hiss. ~My spark will stay with you no matter what happens,~ he promised. ~But my frame to end the war? No matter how much it might hurt us both, I can't find it in me to object if that is the final price. I know you would make the same choice too. That logic center of yours would allow no less,~ Jazz murmured, leaving no doubt in Prowl's spark that Prowl's heavy reliance on logic and order was one of many things Jazz truly treasured about him.

~No, it would not.~ Prowl agreed, pressing into the kiss, deepening it and drawing it out with the desperation of a mech facing a truth he did not want to acknowledge. Strong hands reached up to frame the smaller mechs face, breaking the kiss and creating a distance so that Prowl could look squarely into the brilliant blue visor.

~Two joor...~ He repeated. ~Should I spend that making sure you have a reason to want to return?~

~And memories for you to enjoy until I return,~ Jazz trembled in desire to touch and feel. As much as he always wanted such things, there was an urgency to it now, a final memory to hold onto tightly while he was the one locked away and nearly oblivious in that box Meister usually inhabited.

Prowl drew him down for another kiss, this one tender and gentle but full of love and complete belief in the mech he held. ~What memory do you wish to take with you?~

So many ideas flashed through Jazz's processors, the gist of them all clear to Prowl, but in the few nanokliks it took to happen, they both recognized the desire Jazz kept drifting back to.

A soft purr of complete willingness from Prowl at the idea as he claimed another kiss from Jazz, the smaller mech's desire something that would sustain Prowl as well.

Jazz smiled warmly into the kiss and wrapped Prowl, spark and systems in his adoration, love, deep thanks and joy at having him. Everything that was Jazz sang at their mutual desire and the hope it would sustain them until they met again.

Matching emotion swirled in return, with emphasis on just how much Prowl treasured the mech in his arms as the Praxian shifted them both, moving so that he was supported somewhat upright with Jazz across his chest and in his arms.

Snuggling against Prowl's chest, Jazz spread his legs to straddle his lover's lap and reached up to encircle his neck. ~Love you, Prowl,~ he murmured as his helm came down to nuzzle, then lick the strong cables of Prowl's neck. ~Love you so much.~

~I know.~ Prowl murmured, head tilting to the side to allow Jazz better access as the Praxian's hands traveled over the smaller frame, working into the joints before one slid over Jazz's valve cover to find it already open and even the valve rim slick and ready as Jazz pressed into the touch.

A low, shuddering moan of desire that was more a want for the additional connection than pleasure answered the touch. Jazz put more effort into Prowl's neck, knowing how much the mech got off on the attention. It was more than enough to make Jazz shiver in pleasure himself, even before the bond and hardline added the direct feedback.

~Love you.~ Prowl offered in return, understanding of the miracle that Jazz loved him and the wonder at the gift of the fact that Jazz had chosen to love him-love Prowl- when the pleasurebot surely could have had his choice of any mech he wanted.

~You want me, even the dark parts, not a fantasy of what a pleasurebot-lover would be like,~ Jazz murmured, his own amazement that anyone would see him, accept him, for what he truly was flowing freely. ~Much as I love you for who and what you are, not some fantasy I may have had when I first saw you.~

~I had the advantage. I never knew you as anything but Jazz.~ Prowl pointed out around a moan of his own, single finger tracing the edge of the offered valve.

Jazz had been the first mech to even openly act like he had a personal interest in Prowl beyond the Praxian's obvious functional talents, the first to see pain, the Praxian's pain, from his functioning and be sorry about it for Prowl's sake.

~First in so many things.~ Prowl murmured, spike pressurizing as other memories of Jazz, things that Prowl treasured, rose to be shared. ~Only thing that was a fantasy for me ever was the idea that you could be mine, and even that came true.~

~A fantasy for us both that came true,~ Jazz moaned as he used his glossa to draw a main energon line into his mouth while his hips rocked against Prowl's fingers, aching for the spike it could feel so near.

Fingers withdrew, leaving Jazz wanting until strong hands grabbed his hips and lifted, spike sliding into slick valve with shuddering moans from Prowl and Jazz.

~Yes!~ Jazz code cried in bliss as much as Jazz's spark cried in joy at sharing pleasure with its mate. ~Love you,~ he moaned and redoubled his efforts on Prowl's neck, wanting to drive him into the mindless bliss of near-overload.

~Love you always and through everything.~ Prowl responded, starting to move slowly in and out of his mate, savoring for the moment the feel even through the pleasure from the attention to his neck, emotion and promise surging across the bond.

~Will always return to you,~ Jazz promised as he allowed himself to slip away into the bliss of their interfacing. ~Will always love you .~

Two joors passed far too quickly, and the couple was still in the washrack cleaning up and steeling themselves for what was to come when Black Echo pinged their door for admittance.

Prowl glanced at Jazz, checking across the bond and visually. ~Want me to let him in love?~

~Yes,~ Jazz stretched up for a kiss and went to work to quickly finish cleaning Prowl's back. ~It's best if he's here to greet Meister.~

Worry bubbled up in Prowl, quickly buried as sent a command so that the door opened to allow Black Echo in before the Ops mech decided to let himself in. He flicked his sensor wings as soon as Jazz was done, not even bothering to take the time to dry them properly and claimed another quick kiss with they had just a moment.

~Love you, Prowl,~ Jazz poured all his love into the bond before carefully blocking it off as gently as he could.

Without a sound the pair went to greet the ranking officer.

"Ready?" Black Echo looked at the silver minibot.

"As I ever am," Jazz x-vented. He lay on the berth and shut down fully.

Black Echo plugged in and initiated the boot sequence with Meister fully in charge.

For Prowl, it was an unsettling experience. It had always been strange when Jazz brought a different personality profile, but this was far more complete. He could feel what Jazz had said too. Meister was not fond of him and hated the bond.

He hid the shudder that ran through him, not sure if his defiance of the dislike would make any difference, but it made him feel better. Jazz was his, no matter what this mech thought, and the stranger before him was only borrowing his frame.

The silver frame he loved so much stood up but the frame language was all wrong. The mech that stood before them was an unrepentant killer; a mech without morals of any kind and no fear of death or pain.

"Meister," Black Echo greeted him with a glare, locking optics before Meister finally looked slightly away in submission. "Mission form," he ordered coolly. "You know you're going to be sent after Shockwave."

"About time," Meister growled before focusing inward to shift his mass around in the unpleasant processes of becoming a Praxian tri-wing minibot in design. White and gold replaced silver. Three sensor wing segments spread proudly and the deep purple visor took in everything with a disinterested air of being able to destroy anything. "You're going to owe me for this one."

"You still exist by my good will," Black Echo growled at his subordinate. "You are owned nothing but your continued existence. Something you should be grateful to still have."

A smirk crossed the perfectly sculpted features, making the Praxian minibot look wrong as he focused on Prowl. "I bet you have a different opinion. You want your Jazz back and both of you want me out of his processors."

Prowl tamped down the instinctive desire to allow his own sensor panels to flare, resisting the urge to rise to the probes. Instead he shrugged slightly, seeing no point in denying what they both knew as truth.

"You know I'll survive even if he's vaporized," Meister purred even as Black Echo growled his engine. "You're close enough to Prime," he stepped up to Prowl in a complete mockery of the sensual mech that was Jazz and ran a finger down Prowl's chest. "We can all have what we want. You can have your bonded back saner than you met him and Jazz can be rid of me for good. All you have to do is convince Prime to have me uploaded into an empty frame and have it sparked if I bring him back to you intact enough to be repaired."

Prowl stared into the visor and didn't flinch, not at the words or the touch. It was part of the deepest desire of his spark, to have Jazz with him safe and sane and whole, no longer broken by this war.

But the words of the stranger, and there was no other word for him, that stood before him chilled the energon in Prowl's lines. No matter the desires of his own spark, he knew that he would never forgive himself for loosing this unchecked, and he hoped that Jazz would not forgive him either, despite the cost.

And he had the promise from Jazz, enough to sustain.

"I serve my Prime and his vision first, whatever the cost to myself." Prowl spoke quietly. "Jazz and I understand each other, and the cost."

Even if the cost was Jazz.

"Pity, this one had a long functioning ahead of him," Meister shrugged before he turned to face Black Echo. "I'll see you in the meeting. I'm sure he wants to know about me," he smirked and jerked a thumb towards Prowl before leaving the room.

"The things we do in the name of war," Black Echo muttered quietly.

"And that we justify in the name of others." Prowl agreed, venting softly, having already reached a conclusion. He did not like Black Echo. He liked this individual borrowing Jazz's frame and spark even less.

"And the Prime," Black Echo nodded and turned to leave.

"Why?" Prowl asked, interrupting his departure, tone neutral at the moment.

"Mmm?" the Ops mech turned to look at him. "You know about the Personality Detention Center?"

Prowl shook his head in denial. It was not something that he was familiar with. "Should I?"

"Not really," Black Echo ruffled his armor in a shrug. "It's the place mech's datacores are placed when they're too skilled to be extinguished and too dangerous to remain in society. Meister's the worst of them, and one of the best. He's been in there since Guardian Prime, but we think he dates back to Alpha Prime's time."

"So you pull him out when he is needed, upload him into a mech, and then what? Remove him when he is no longer needed?" Prowl concluded. Not judgmental. Not yet.

"That's the theory," Black Echo shrugged. "The removal part hasn't been needed in the records I still have. His host has never survived long enough to need it."

Golden optics flashed, anger that had nowhere to go, no direction, as Prowl started for the door. "I assume there is still a meeting."

"Since you insisted that Prime be part of it, yes," Black Echo managed not to grumble as he stepped towards the door. "He's not unusually involved with assassination plans. Doesn't like them at all."

"I can brief him on it afterward, if you would prefer. Either way he needs to be informed of the mission we are about to undertake." Prowl pointed out as he offered an alternative.

"He's never needed to know before, but if you want to tell him go ahead, since it's on your insistence that we're doing this now," Black Echo grumbled. "There's a reason the Ops commander has always been either SIC or TIC, Prowl. Primes aren't programmed to handle this kind of information or missions. It makes them glitch. This one handles it worse than most. So yes, if you must tell him, telling him later is better."

"Very well. I will comm Prime and have him meet me somewhere else. I would appreciate knowing when he is gone." Prowl said.

"I'll comm you," Black Echo nodded and left.