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Ch. 27

"Jazz, it's so nice to see you again!" Sunray hugged the startled Polyhexian until she saw his quivering winglets. "Oh, Smokescreen told me he gave your frame a donation. They're so cute." She turned him around slightly and hovered her servos over them. They continued to quiver while he chuckled nervously.

Prowl's wings started shaking as he could see his future mate's uneasiness with Sunray gushing over him. He did tense and had to restrain himself from yanking Jazz away when she was fawning over his wings. Smokescreen noticed his brother's cold stare on his mate. He touched her elbow to get her attention, "Ray dear, his wings are still super sensitive. And I don't think Prowl will be able to hold himself much longer."

She looked up and saw the absolute restraint Prowl was giving. The femme gave Jazz some space. "Oops, I'm sorry Jazz. I was just so excited to see you again."

"N-N… ahem… no problem. I didn't even want them displayed, but Prowler keeps telling me that it'll help me." He held onto his lover's servo in hopes the contact would help with his wings. The Polyhexian smiled and looked at the three Praxians, "so what are we doing first?"

"Well we were thinking about showing you to the different sweet shops or maybe the music hall." Smokescreen threw a digit over his shoulder and then behind Prowl and Jazz to show him that they were in different directions. "Could compare your awesome treats to theirs."

Jazz's face heated up and he looked away with an embarrassed smile. "Oh, stop it Smokey. What I make isn't that fancy."

"Oh, stop it and take the compliment. Before Sunray learned a few of your recipes, the boys on the track got super jealous cause I got such amazing treats from an out of towner." Smokescreen teased the Polyhexian further. Jazz was embarrassed, but his winglets fluttered in the compliment.

"Jazz, you'll have to tell your sons thank you so much for their generous donation. They brought new toys for the youth center and helped pay what we needed to expand it." Sunray took his servo briefly before pulling away again.

The Carrier's wings fluttered at the compliment and he smiled proudly. "They've told me a lot of what they've down around Cybertron. Skids said that they even donated credits to the science center for Preceptor and Wheeljack's project."

"I'm telling you V; Rico doesn't want you to change your looks." Jazz's audio horns picked up Skids's voice and he looked around rapidly for sight of his son. He broke off from the group and ran off to find Skids. He was nearing the shopping district before he saw Skids standing in front of a window with a tall lanky mech. The Polyhexian full on tackled Skids with a smile. The Praxian, on the other servo, jumped and screamed in surprise. He turned and saw his Carrier smiling happily on his arm. "C-Carrier, what are you doing in Praxus?"

"Well I'm on a double da-" he looked over his shoulder and saw that he had lost his group. "Okay… I was on a double date with your uncle and Sire, but I heard you and I got a bit carried away. Guess my legs are working fine again. What are you doing here?"

Skids chuckled at his Carrier's silliness, "well V and I came here looking for gifts cause I assume you heard the good news. Oh, Vos this is my Carrier. Carrier, this is Vos." He gestured at the two with a bit of caution. Vos started clicking and buzzing, but Skids luckily translated for him. "He says it's a pleasure to meet you and that he apologies for not obeying the proper courtship laws."

"I've heard of his team during the war, and Rico speaks highly of you. And don't apologize about the courtship laws, I never followed them. And the crystal was beautiful by the way, thank you." Jazz smiled at the taller mech sweetly. "Just remember I am ex-ops and if either of you hurt my sons, I'll make you both disappear."

Skids yelped and pushed his Carrier on the shoulder, "Carrier! I don't want them scared of leaving Kaon!" While he was apologizing to the sniper, Vos threw his helm back in static laughter. He gestured at Jazz and then at his guide while clicking. "He says that the day he hurts us is the day the world ends. Out of his team, him and Tarn are the saner ones."

"Jazz! Jazz!" Smokescreen called out and the three Praxians broke through the crowd. Prowl was about to hug his future mate in relief that he was okay until he saw the ex-Decepticon standing near him. Out of habit he went for his holstered blaster which caused Vos to hiss in retaliation.

The visored mech quickly jumped in and grabbed Prowl's white servos. "Woah there cowboy, it's okay. He's not going to hurt anyone. Vos, calm down it's okay." He looked at the black mech before looking at Prowl.

Skids grabbed the slender mech's arm and twitched his wings. "Vos, come on I should take you back to Kaon."

Vos clicked some more before looking at Prowl with his optics narrowed. "Autobot… never… forgives."

Skids transformed an opened his door for Vos to transform and fly into the trunk. He took off and Jazz sighed in disappointment. The Polyhexian pressed himself into Prowl's chest. Smokescreen took Sunray up ahead, knowing when a couple needed to be left alone. "I'm sorry Jazz, I didn't mean to react like that. I just have heard so much about the DJD and my coding is already on edge, and I know that it's no excuse."

"Prowl, Skids had those two in his life while we weren't. If he trusts them, then we have to too." Jazz looked up at the mech with a slight pout before going back to leaning against him. "I'm a terrible Carrier, I should have trusted my friends to protect them from the Decepticons. It's just was hard you know? I had an entire army, a Prime that depended on me to help them and be there for them, but when I had Skids and Ricochet it was absolutely different. Here I have two little lives that looked up to me to care for them and protect them, they survived thousands of intrusions from Shockwave and his drones, recovered hundreds of virus attacks, one was nearly eaten by scraplets, and the other suffers from a memory loss glitch. And every solar cycle I stole materials, energon that the team needed to make sure they had everything they needed."

The Praxian cupped his cheeks and stared into his visors in silence until Jazz took deep intakes to bring his stress down. "Good, now listen to what I am about to tell you. No one can fault you for wanting to protect them. The variables on how the crew would react or treat them, especially Ricochet is unknown. They turned out to be very proud and mature mechs, they were there to protect you for the twenty years I wasn't."

Jazz leaned into the touch with a thankful flick of his field. "Thanks Prowler, I needed that. I think I'm ready to continue our date, but maybe… we could continue it alone? I love Smokey don't get me wrong, but sometimes he's too much even for me."

"Imagine being related to him. If you wish, I could take you to the enforcers' private race track and we could do a few laps without the showoff." The Praxian offered with a gesture of his wings. Jazz smiled and took Prowl's servo while the mech told his brother a change of plans. They walked the entire way to the Praxian enforcer station, Prowl led him to the back after scanning into the system. "How are your wings? They stopped quivering."

"They're okay, still feel hella top heavy. I don't even know what I'd do if I had full-sized wings." Jazz laughed as he looked up at Prowl with a smile. Prowl looked down at the visored mech with a small smile. "I love your smile."

The Praxian chuckled quietly and kissed the top of his helm until a smile appeared on his face. "And I love your smile. Shall we start our drive?" The Polyhexian nodded with excitement. "Would you like to take the lead?"

Jazz smiled and transformed once they got on the tracks. He got a few feet before he heard the familiar roar of Prowl's engine behind him. The smaller vehicle revved and sped off with lighthearted laughs. They did nearly a dozen laps before Prowl suddenly transformed and pounced on the startled Porsche. Jazz spun and transformed, landing on his back with a surprised sound. There was no words exchanged until Prowl leaned in close to Jazz's face. "Do I have permission to kiss you?"

"Yes." He answered softly.

Prowl leaned in closer before stopping again, "do I have permission to touch you?" Jazz started shaking and quickly shook his helm. The Praxian climbed off of Jazz and pulled them both on their peds. Once Jazz was upright, Prowl gave him some space to allow the Polyhexian to ground himself. "I apologize if I frightened you."

"I-It's okay. I just… public display-" Jazz didn't say much, but he could tell that Prowl understood. He also knew that Prowl was giving him space and would let him near on his own time. "I would still like that kiss."

The Praxian smiled and closed space between them before kissing his lips softly. Prowl went to pull away, but Jazz moved closer and grabbed his servos. He took the hint and let Jazz continue the kiss until he was done. Jazz pulled away with a shy smile on his lips, "your wings are shaking Jazz." The visored mech looked over his shoulder to see that they were shaking violently. "Would you like to walk off the charge?"

"Yes." He needed to talk to someone about the internal battle he was having over interfacing and public affection. Prowl noticed that Jazz was awfully quiet, but he wasn't going to force him to talk unless he wanted too. "Thank you for the race, even if now I need to repaint my backside." Jazz playfully teased.

"I apologize for that; I couldn't help myself." Prowl was genuine with his apology. They stopped at a café and got energon with little to no negative interaction from the rest of the citizens. "Jazz, I was thinking perhaps when you are fit and ready perhaps you would like to move in with me."

The visored choked on his energon and started coughing into a napkin that Prowl had quickly given him. Once he was under control again, Jazz was extremely embarrassed for his reaction. "I'm sorry Prowler, I just was caught off guard by the question. I… I need to think about it. I hope you understand."

"I do." Prowl took his servo and gently caressed the back of it. Jazz lifted their servos to his face and kissed Prowl's digits. "I love you Jazz."

The Polyhexian purred softly, "I love you too Prowl." They continued their date with them going for a walk through the shopping district, then they walked through the crystal gardens, and then finished with Prowl and Jazz standing in front of Prowl's home. The two mechs looked at each other and then at the door. "Alto."

Prowl opened the door and led Jazz inside with an arm's length between them. Jazz looked around and chuckled softly at how organized everything was. He stopped in the middle of the hall when a holoimage caught his optics. "That was the first Christmas you demanded gifts to be exchanged between us. I still have the gift you gave me that day." Prowl pulled Jazz out his recollection of the memory. The visored mech looked at him with a smile.

"Really? I still owe you an explanation on the meaning behind the pieces." Jazz pressed himself against the larger frame. He pointed at the holoimage of Jazz smiling upwards with a crystal cube that had different cuttings that came together in the middle. "They are all pieces of crystals that were common only in Tarn, Helix, and Praxus. It took me a few tries to get it right, but I managed to combine them into a hybrid to show that even though they are different they can come together to form something beautiful. That's what I taught them since they were little. You and I are so different, but when we come together we make something beautiful."

The Polyhexian turned around and pressed into Prowl's frame. Prowl pressed closer with his servos slowly moving up Jazz's arms as he leaned in close to the mech before stopping. "I want you to say star if you become uncomfortable." He whispered into Jazz's receptor, seeing the small nod coming from him, but for Prowl that wasn't enough. "What do you say when you are uncomfortable?"

"S-Star," Jazz answered softly before feeling Prowls lips pressed against his jawline. He shook with small gasps when the kisses moved down to his neck cables. Prowl pulled Jazz away from the wall and continued leading them down the hall. The Praxian pulled away just briefly before kissing the Polyhexian's lips with firm pressure. Jazz gasped softly when he felt Prowl's deft digits slowly grab his servos and lifted them to the bottoms of his wings. "P-Prowl."

"Are you wanting me to stop?" He asked and the visored mech shook his helm. Prowl pushed his berth room door open and led Jazz to his berth. "And now?"

Jazz looked up with his frame pressed against Prowl's and his winglets popping out of their places. He shivered violently from the sensors activating, but he pressed his lips back onto Prowl's. The Praxian smiled as they kissed again with their servos move across their backs. Jazz whimpered when Prowl laid him on the berth and knelt in front of his dangling legs. "Prowler."

Prowl's wings twitched and he felt Jazz's field and took the hint that the Polyhexian reached his limit. He pulled away and pulled him upright, "I will go get energon."

Jazz just stared as the Praxian retreated. He fell backwards with a disappointed groan. The Polyhexian couldn't believe how terrible that went, even his spark was screaming at him for being an utter idiot. Jazz looked around the room after his little moment and saw that Prowl's quarters were just as empty as the one he had on the ARK or in the base in Iacon. "Oh, Prowl you could've had a family right now if you had just moved on."

"I did not want to move on," Prowl's voice startled Jazz out of his thoughts. The Praxian had two glasses of energon. He held out one of the glasses for the silent mech; Jazz took it with a soft thank you and started sipping it gently. "I want you and only you Jazz. My spark and my processor have never agreed on anything before I had met you."

The monochrome Praxian took Jazz's empty servo and placed it on his chest, getting him to look up at him with a small 'o' forming on his lips. "I can feel your spark." Jazz looked down at his chest with a smile appearing a little bit. He sat his glass down on the window sill and put his servos on Prowl's hips. "I'm going to kiss you now."

Prowl nodded even though he assumed the statement was for Jazz rather than him. The visored mech moved one of Prowl's servos to his hip as he stood on the tip of his peds to get closer to him. Jazz deactivated his visors as their lips barely touched. Prowl sat his glass next to Jazz's so he could grab both sides of his waist. The Polyhexian quickly put a stop on the white servos that were trying to move upwards. Prowl respectfully kept his servos where Jazz wanted them. The visored mech took two steps forward, forcing the winged mech to take two back. This happened until Prowl made a soft grunting sound when the back of his legs hit the berth.

Jazz finally pulled away and looked behind Prowl with a nervous ex-vent. Prowl slid a servo up to his face and brought himself down to Jazz's level and kissed him gently again. The Polyhexian pushed the Praxian onto his back and climbed on top of him with a smile. He sat up straight with his servos planted firmly on Prowl's chest, "I'm going to grind against you with my plating closed."

"Would you like my plating closed?" Prowl questioned and Jazz nodded before he slid his hips forward. The Polyhexian bit his lips when his sensors lit up from the contact. He leaned forward and rolled his hips harder and Prowl groaned when his sensors were activating. Jazz pressed himself firmly against Prowl and grounded harder. "Jazz, you are teasing me."

"Your wings don't seem to mind." Jazz leaned down and kissed one of the panels while grinding harder. The Polyhexian looked down and heated up with embarrassment which got the Praxian to look to see what got a shy smile from the other. Jazz's plating was still closed but there was lubricant leaking out from behind the plating. "I didn't mean to get us dirty."

"My calculations on whether you would become aroused or not were correct." Prowl reached up and touched his face. "Now I'm going to flip us around with your back to me, I will touch your wings very gently, and I will overload you twice. What is your safe word?"

Jazz heated up at just imaging what Prowl was planning on doing to him. He nodded with a smile plastered on his face, "star." After he answered the question Prowl slowly switched their positions and lifted Jazz's waist up so his aft was pressed against Prowl's pelvic plating. The Polyhexian was shivering with anticipation until white digits curled carefully around the tops of his winglets. Jazz gripped the thermal blanket with a surprised gasp. Prowl continued running his digits along the outside of the shivering and fluttering winglets in his hold. He knew from personal experience that wings were super sensitive, especially if they were young or recently repaired.

"What I am doing is telling your wings that I intend to cherish, love, and respect them. Touching the outlining of your wings represents friendship, touching the tips like this," Prowl touched the corners which elicited a shiver from the mech under him, "represents trust and companionship. Allowing me to touch them like this shows that you trust me even if you can't say it out loud. And when I run my servos along the surface of your panels, it means that you trust me to have your back and protect you."

Jazz gasped hard when the digits skimmed across the panels. He pressed hard against Prowl with his buried into the thermal blanket. "P-Prowl."

"Yes?" Prowl questioned but kept his ministrations on the quivering wings. The visored mech opened his mouth to say something, but his voice box gave out and he overloaded hard. Prowl didn't dare move and startle the Polyhexian; Jazz's visors flickered on and the wings fluttered again. "Are you alright Jazz? You overloaded awfully hard."

"Mmm, yes. That was fantastic." He didn't have much strength in his limbs and what strength he did have he used to roll over to face the Praxian. Prowl saw the post overload expression on his lover face and was glad to know that Jazz loved it so much. "I don't know if I could go again."

Prowl shook his helm and kissed the mech's cheek plate, getting a happy purr from him. "It is alright." They just started cuddling before someone knocked on the front door. Jazz sat up quickly with Prowl reaching for his blaster that he had sitting on his nightstand. He touched his shoulder to calm him down, "stay here, I'll see who it is."

The Polyhexian nodded and went to the door to see who was at the door. "You can't decide for him. It's just one hearing. Prowl, Jazz has to testify against Soundwave."

Testify against Soundwave? He's not dead yet? Jazz stepped outside the room, forgetting that his plating was still slightly stained from their activity that was interrupted. At the door was Ultra Magnus with Prowl crossing his arms. The taller mech noticed the Polyhexian and tried to avoid looking down at the plating. "I'll go if it means he rots in prison and I get to rub it in his face that I belong to nobody but myself."

"Jazz, are you sure? You don't have to do any of that." Prowl took his servo with a worried expression.

"I just want him out of my life for good. I want him out of my sons' lives, I want to be able to recharge without thinking that if I online my visors all of this had been a dream." Jazz looked at Prowl with determination. "If reliving my Hell for even a few kliks means that bastard goes down permanently then I will go there."

A defeated sigh escaped him, "I will be coming with because you are brave now, but I predict a thirty-five percent chance that you will become scared."

"Soundwave's trial will be in two solar cycles." Ultra Magnus informed the Polyhexian. The visored mech nodded before he gave his goodbyes.

Jazz looked at the retreating mech before looking up at Prowl. A purr escaped him, and he closed the door to get the Praxian's attention. "I recall a certain Praxian telling me that he was going to get two overloads out of me." Prowl gave the shorter mech a skeptical look, but Jazz pulled him close to his frame with a mischievous smiled. "Please Prowler, I want you again."

"Do you really want to continue?" He questioned the Polyhexian while being pinned against the door.

"I am going to open my plating," Prowl assumed it was Jazz's pelvic plating, but he was stunned when he watched the monochrome chest plate split open in front of him. "I'm going to take your servo and I will let you play with my spark. Because I trust you with my spark."

Prowl never hesitated in his life, but he did when his servo was lifted to the exposed spark. He watched tendrils of spark energy coiled through his digits and got explicit sounds from the mech. The Praxian remembered the time they played with their sparks the one and only time, and the results of it. He pressed his chevron against Jazz's helm with a shaky ex-vent. "Jazz, I love you."

"I love you too Prowl," he kissed Prowl softly with a groan of pleasure.

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