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Note: this is the current stopping point. We are all caught up now.
"Of all the things you could have gotten into trouble with this is the last thing I expected."
Prowl fought the urge to roll his optics at the specter. Why did he ever think that he would be done seeing dead friends when he recharged? "I have no idea what you mean."
Ratchet snorted, "I'm sure you don't you fragger." He reached for a datapad, "at least you have my counterpart to keep you from being stupid."
Prowl scowls, "like your one to talk."
Ratchet rolled his optics, "oh how I missed your secret snark." He waves to the empty medbay, "not much for me in the afterlife."
"then why haven't you moved on yet?"
Ratchet glares at him, "there are still those who haven't passed on yet. I want to be here when they decide they are ready."
"I see…what about Bluestreak?" Prowl asks, "during the battle I hear…I heard sniper fire."
Ratchet hesitates, "I still haven't heard much about him. Optimus and Smokescreen would be the ones who would know."
"And they both have crossed over," Prowl sighs, "I see."
"Prowl," Ratchet reaches over placing a red hand on a white shoulder. "I'm sure he's fine."
They sit in silence before the signs of Prowls waking mind start fuzzing the edges. Ratchet steps back, "as much as I disagree on your current situation, I also have to agree that it is for you and the mechlings safety."
"I will try not to do anything idiotic," Prowl gives a small smirk.
Ratchet snorts, "you better. If not for you then the bitlit."
Prowl frowns in confusion but his mind jerks him back to reality before he could comment. Once waking and finding the twins curled on his chest and Jazz snuggled into his side. Prowl assumed that he had misheard the old mech. He most likely was talking about the twins and Jazz. Carefully sitting up, Prowl saw that a fire had been made with solid fuel cooking over it. Wing was close to the shore going through some form of slow exercise. He didn't see Stepper or Ricochet; one would be with Ratchet and Drift tending to Meister. The other would most likely be out hunting, they would switch every other day.
During those days Prowl had come to miss Meister. Though Stepper and Rico have tried they weren't his mate. The separation wasn't doing the mechlings any favors he had to stop Jazz from sneaking away to see his eldest brother more the once. The twins would stare at the ocean but wouldn't go near it, they had started to love the water. Now, they look at it with fear and Prowl didn't know how to fix that for them. Today he was hoping to see Ratchet. To get an update on Meister's condition.
For now, though, he sat in the sand watching Wing gracefully move. "You can join if you wish little crystal singer."
"I fear that I lack the grace and would only trip over my peds," Prowl joked. "I have been told I have two left peds."
"Nay for I have seen it," Wing smiles. "Come and let me prove it!" carefully removing the sleeping younglings Wing hauls Prowl up, "Now follow."
Thus, the morning was spent with Prowl slowly sweeping his arms and wings in fluid motions. By the time, the suns had reached their highest peak Prowl fully energize. The twins and Jazz were awake and waiting to be fed. Luckily their fuel was done cooking and cool enough to eat. While the twins nursed Jazz happily devoured his fuel before quickly darting into the water. The young poly preferred still living fresh food over cooked food. Prowl himself still had trouble eating something freshly killed. Though it was funny watching the little mech dive through the waves chasing small baitfish and crabs.
Ricochet popped up briefly watching his little brother and Prowl grin when the poly turned a mischievous smirk on him. The red poly slipped underwater just as Jazz splashed. Seeing this, Sideswipe full and sleepy perked up when the water became disturbed and Ricochet shot out of the water with a squealing Jazz. Sunstreaker who was taking his time fueling, only scowl before pressing his face in Prowls energon sacks. Prowl gives the yellow sparkling a fond smile rubbing behind one helm vent.
Wing stood close to Sideswipe as the sparkling inches closer to the edge of the water. His curiosity increasing as the two brothers played. The flyer was ready to snatch the sparkling up should Prowl ask but so far, he enjoyed watching the little ones. Prowl switch focus from the still nursing Sunstreaker to the curious Sideswipe. He was happy to have a second pair of optics to help watch his more adventurous sparkling. So, he could see it before it happens. Sideswipe had gotten a glint in his optic one that Prowl was familiar with. The red menace was quick, but Wing was quicker and caught the sparkling in mid-air when he tried jumping into the crashing waves.
"sorry little spark, but you can't go in without someone with you," Wing says with a smile. Sideswipe gave him the biggest saddest optics with a cute little chirp. "Sorry little one that won't work on me," he chuckles at the pout the sparkling gave him.
Prowl was walking over with Sunstreaker in his arms. "Sideswipe, you should wait for your fuel to settle before swimming." Sideswipe gave a sad little chirp, "you can stand to wait," Prowl smiles rubbing between the two little horns. He rubs the two little nubs that would grow into door wings when the twins get older. They wouldn't be the large doors like his but more suited for a racers frame; sleek and slim.
"I can watch em if you want a break Prowl," Ricochet says. He had Jazz slung over his shoulders and was ignoring the hissing and biting from his little brother. "Take the chance to go see Ratch."
"Thank you Ricochet, but I would hate to live you alone with these three pit spawns," he says fondly.
The red poly laughs, "its no problem. If I can watch a group of five younglings with no trouble. These three will be easy. Plus," his fingers danced under Prowls wings. "you can reward me later," he purrs.
Prowls doors flutter, "maybe if you survive perhaps, I would consider rewarding you."
Rico grins, he looks over to Wing eyeing the flyer. "maybe we could also try something new."
Wing laughs, "I would love to be invited but only if its what everyone wants." He leans into Ricochet's space, "should I do join however, I'll put on a show," he purrs.
The idea even had Prowls engine revving though he stopped it before it got too loud. No need to get the sparklings curious about what adults do. It does not however go unnoticed by the two adult mechs. Ricochet gives him a flirty little smirk before swinging Jazz onto his back. With open arms, he snatches the twins who shriek in delight.
"I'll play with the sparklings," he waves at Prowl. "tell Stepper I said hi."
Prowl nods turning to leave with Wing in tow. "I want to see my cute little student," he explains. Prowl snorted most likely he wanted to tease Drift while keeping an optic on him.
The area that they had picked to isolate themselves was at the northside of the island. Ratchet, Drift, and the poly brothers were on the Southside. It wouldn't take them all day to get there the island wasn't that big. Just large enough to give the feeling of distance and isolation while not. The only natural thing separating the two was a small freshwater spring that trickled out into two small streams that ended in the ocean.
Drift was the first mech they meet. He had been gathering water in the spring and escorted them the rest of the way. Ratchet or Drift had created a medium size lean-to. They had Meister under it with Ratchet's back facing the water. The fabric would billow whenever the wind would blow through. Stepper was nowhere to be seen most likely out hunting. The water was rougher on the Southside making hunting challenging.
"Was wondering when you would show up," Ratchets voice sounding hoarse.
"Have you gotten any rest Medic?" Prowl asks.
The mech huffs, "Drift makes sure I rest. Then he hands feed me and tuck me in and read me a bedtime story," he grouses.
Prowl fights the grin forming, "and Meister?"
"Oh, he's getting better. Hasn't regained consciousness but his frame is slowly fighting off the infection." He leans back, "it'll be some time before he's back to full health. But the fact that he hasn't croaked yet is a good sign."
Prowl kneeled by his unconsciousness mate. Running a hand over the mech's armor it felt hot and dry. Taking a rag out of subspace Prowl soaked it in the ocean and dapped a little on scarred protoform. Meister sighs as Prowl rubbed down his frame. It had taken a few days before the anger he had felt at Meister died down. Once he cooled off Prowl had realized that Meister hadn't meant the words and that they were caused by the infection.
It brought his own actions painfully into light. He planned on making it up when Meister was fully awake. "Here," Ratchet hands him a bowl full of orange liquid and a dry rag. "take the rag and let it soak. Then place it on his lips. It's the only way we been getting him to fuel between Stepper's hunting."
Prowl did as instruct and smiled as Meister took the little bit of fuel. Stepper must have gone into deep water to keep Meister fueled for Prowl could not see any signs of wasting away. He would not envy the stiff frame his mate would wake up with though. Nor the helmache, he had plenty of experience with those after waking in the medbay. He would have stayed all orn with Meister but the younglings needed him.
He reluctantly stood, "I will check back again…but-
"But should he show any signs of waking I'll send for you," Ratchet finished.
Prowl nods, "let Stepper know we been by."
Ratchet waves him off Prowl huffs but walks back into the shade of few trees. The suns were high, and the twins and Jazz would be hungry. He was getting a little peckish too and wondered if Ricochet would have something already. Wing accompanied him back to camp before taking to the air once the campsite was in sight. Prowl watched him circle once before flying off. He was a little curious about where he was going but shrugged it off.
Jazz was the first to spot him and gave a loud squeal that drew Sideswipe and Sunstreaker's attention. Prowl kneel as the older sparkling jumped into his arms; the twins soon collided with them chirping happily.
"Ya, sparks missed ya mech," Ricochet laughs.
"I see," Prowl scoops up all three. The twins pawing at his chest, "and they are hungry."
The red poly hums, "Your timing is good then. I was going to take Jazz hunting, why don't you feed the twins while Jazz and I go grab us something."
Prowl strokes the young polys helm, "You are taking him into deeper waters?" he asks worryingly.
Rico shakes his helm, "Nah he's too little for that. Mostly we'll be sticking close to the reef. You'll be able to see us from here."
Prowl nods and lets Jazz slid to the ground. The white and black sparkling running over to Rico, "Go swim?" he asks. Prowl smiles the youngling was adding more words each orn it seemed.
"Yeah, bitlit we're going to get us some food." Jazz chitters excitedly and runs off towards the water. Ricochet quickly chased after him, "rest up Prowl we'll be back!" he yells.
Prowl juggles the twins until one hand was free and waves the two brothers as they ducked under the water. He sighs and walks over to their own shelter and sits under it. The twins kept patting and pawing his chest.
He chuckles, "I know just be patient," he opens his chest plates and lets his sacks inflate with pure energon. The twins latched on and sucked on the wrong side of painful. Prowl's face pinched, "Slowly," he says rubbing between the tiny wing mounts. The acting got two little purrs from the younglings.
He leans back as the twin nurse; he had gotten used to the feeling since they had been hatched. But this time something was different. He blamed the sun's heat for making him feel hotter but then the heat of the twin suns wouldn't be making a longing ache form in his lower half and spark. He groans when Sunstreaker kneaded and nursed. Prowl jolted when the realization hit him, he was getting aroused. He shouldn't be getting aroused but he was and he fought the sensations crawling through his frame.
He sighed in relief when the twins were sated and instantly went to sleep. But Prowls frame wasn't and demanded that he do something. Once making sure the twins were comfortable and fast asleep Prowl put some distance between him and them. He didn't want them to wake and see him self-surface. He finds a grotto with a hole in the ceiling. The water was cool to the touch but did nothing for the heat he was feeling. He hadn't even closed his chest plates nor deflated his sacks. He opened his panel and groans the water hitting the heated mesh felt too good. One hand dove under the water while the other touched one energon sack. Then he squeezed both his node and sack the sensation was jolting energy crackle over his frame.
And he wanted more.
Soon he was a moaning mess and loud, one hand on his spike the other tweaking his node. He hadn't realized that his moans would echo out and be heard. So, when after he overloaded with a yell he jolted when the heated gaze of Wing filled his view. Wing was not alone however, hands under the water grip his thighs a red helm peeks from the water. Ricochet pulls himself between Prowls thighs, golden vizor over-bright with need and want. He could feel Wings' hot engine between his doors.
It was making him more aroused and he nods. It was all the two mechs needed both attacked his most sensitive areas. Prowl yowl as the combined attacks had him overloading again and so quickly. Ricochet chuckles sending vibrations through his circuitry. Wing went after his doors and the hinges having wings of his own, he knew where to tweak and touch. His hand drifting to pinch one of his energon sacks rubbing the nozzle between large fingers. Prowl squirms and whimpers. Ricochet suckled on his node while his hand played with the other sack. Prowl overloaded again then again when Wing pinched one of his hinges.
Ricochet chuckles, "that was some show Prowl," he nuzzles the mech's neck.
"Indeed, you sang beautifully," Wing pets the Praxian.
Prowl sighs and snuggles between the two mechs. He wasn't tired, in fact, his frame was still rearing to go. With a groan Prowl wiggles, thankful for the water that was keeping some of the heat down. But the two mechs over-bright optic only make him more heated.
"It seems that our Prowl is still in need," Ricochet returns to between Prowl's thighs. His spike jutting out of the water, "what do ya say Prowl; you still hungry."
Prowl pushed back into Wing and mewed. The flyer chuckles large hands holding Prowl still, "I believe he is, but it would be best if you say it Prowl."
Prowl wiggles and whines, "y-yes, Please!"
The two mechs chuckle, Wing grips under his bumper playing with the wires. Ricochet holds his hips his spike nudging the mesh folds of his valve. He saw the shared look before Ricochet snaps his hips in one quick motion. Prowl screeches and overloads, energy is dancing between Wings fingers and Ricochet shoulders.
The red poly is staring at him making his squirm, "that was beautiful," he whispers. He lays his helm in Prowl's neck cables, "Tell me when yer ready love."
Prowls lets his frame relax with Wings' help, the flyer's fingers playing his frame like an instrument. He twitches his hips moaning at the feel of Ricochets spike. He nods to the poly who pulled all the way out and slowly pushes back in. Prowl angles his hips wanted that spike to go deeper. Wing had to stop what he was doing to keep Prowls helm out of the water when Ricochet brings Prowls legs over his shoulders. Prowl screams when Ricochet thrust deeper into his frame. He yells out as another overload hits him; Ricochet isn't far behind and buries himself deep in Prowl as he overloads.
The red poly slumps over the Praxian nuzzled the mechs stomach plating. Wing pulls them both into his lap Prowl could feel that he was still heated and when he looks, he sees the flyers larger spike between his legs.
"Looks like someone still's hungry; feel up to helping him Prowler," Ricochet grins from his spot. Prowl stares at the spike licking his lips.
He squeezes it his doors flick when it gets a groan from Wing. "I-I wouldn't mind helping."
Prowls vision blurs as he and Ricochet are flipped. Ricochet is now leaning against the stone ledge with Prowl between his leg's hands-on red thighs. Wing is behind him one hand on a black thigh another between Prowls doors. Unlike Ricochet Wing was much bigger and had to slowly push in the much small mech. Prowl loved it, loved the feel of being slowly stretched. He's panting when Wing is fully seated inside him and when he moves Prowl moans and had to hold on Rico to keep from falling face first. Wing knows how to play him knows how to make his next overload last longer. So, when they both hit their peaks Wing buries himself deep hitting an area that only Meister had touched. Prowl feels sated as liquid warmth fills that space.
Prowl hums as he is adjusted so the stone doesn't hurt his doors. There was a pleasant ache, but it was soon overcome by the ache in his spark. Ricochet and Wing noticed but it was Wing who figured it out.
"Would you rather have Ricochet help you or would you prefer another way for your spark to discharge;" he asks.
Prowl closes his optics; he had only allowed certain mechs near his spark. Two of them were dead and the other was unconscious. While he knew that it wasn't taboo to share sparks with more than one mech in Polyhexian culture. He hesitated the idea was still foreign to him, not bad just foreign. Wings offer to help simulate a spark merge sounds like it would help but Prowl wasn't sure.
"We could also have Ratchet have Meister open his chest plates, but it'll be more medical then romantic," Wing added.
Not to mention Meister wouldn't be awake to enjoy and Prowl would feel horrible. Sharing frames with other mechs was one thing but his spark. He looks over at the red poly, then again, he had been doing things he wouldn't normally do. Maybe it was Ricochet's inexperience that made him hesitate.
"I'll let you take lead Prowl I know I don't have as much experience as my brothers. But the merge doesn't have to be deep like you and Meister." He rubs the back of his helm, "just enough to discharge the extra energy. If ya wanted we can get Stepper or," he looks towards Wing, "Wing might do it."
"Only if its what you want Prowl," The flyer says.
Prowl looks between them, he liked Wing as a friend and maybe a berth partner but not as a spark merge. His spark lurched in his chest it wanted it needed the touch of his mate. Ricochet was not Meister, but he was close enough. He gave Ricochet a pleading look and Wing nodded in understanding.
"I'll go watch the bitlits and send in Stepper if I see him," he pulls himself through the hole in the ceiling.
"Thank you," Prowl whispers.
Ricochet nods towards the disappearing flyer. He whips his helm back towards Prowl who was moaning and rubbing his chest. "Okay Prowl how-," he yelps when Prowl pulls him on top of him. "um I," he's silenced at the sound of chest plates moving and stared in awe of the pulsing glowing spark.
"Ric," Prowl wiggles.
"Oh right," the red poly opens his own chest plates. "got caught up at how gorgeous you are." He lowers himself and smiles at the blush spreading on Prowl's face. He hovers above Prowl before their sparks connect. Gasping at the first time of the intimate action Ricochet nearly lost himself. He was able to snap back to himself when Prowl pushes him back so only the outermost edge of their sparks touch. "Sorry," he mutters.
Prowl hums, "first time?"
"y-yeah," Ricochet whines. The feeling of building energy was almost too much.
Prowl being more experience took the lead and had them both crying out in ecstasy. Looking down Prowl snickers at seeing Ricochet offline. He struggles to keep them both above water, the tide had started shifting. He would have to drag them out of the grotto, but he was tired.
"Well don't you two make a cute sight," Prowl looks over to see Stepper leaning against the stone wall smirking. "Makes me wish I was here earlier." He laughs pulling Ricochet off Prowl and helping the Praxian up, "maybe next time I can have some fun with ya."
Prowl winched, his valve was sore and tender, "perhaps another time. I am hungry and tired."
Stepper laughs, "I bet. Taking on Rico and a flyer I be worn out and hungry too!" he throws Rico arm over his shoulder, "good thing I brought extra. Jazz and the twins are napping still."
Prowl hums swaying a bit, the warm sun felt good and the sound of the waves was pleasing. "Careful there," a hand was on his shoulder, "can't have ya falling face first in the sand. We can leave Rico here and I help ya back."
"Wha?"
"You really are worn out," Stepper nods, "right I'll dump Rico's sorry aft here and help ya get back to camp. The last thing you want is sand in your face."
"I'm fine," Prowl yawns.
"right I believe ya," Stepper huffs. He puts his brother on the far side of a sand dune, "right come on."
Prowl lets him lead him back to camp. Once seeing the piles of meshes and his younglings he walks the rest of the way himself. He didn't face plant into the pile, but it was close and fell instantly asleep. Stepper huffed at seeing him sprawled out and rearranged him in a more comfortable position. After that, he watches as Prowl unconsciously curled up on his side with his wings facing the ocean. The younglings instinctively shuffled next to the older mech with the twins hiding under Prowls bumper. Stepper tilted his helm; it was a really nice bumper. He grins making plans for his time with Prowl and went to go tease Ricochet. After all, it wasn't fair that his brother had some alone time with the mech. And Meister would want them to take care of his mate since he is indisposed.