Prowl stood in Bluestreak's room, just as he had almost two vorns ago. It was Smokescreen this time checking over him. Making sure he was as immaculate as could be. He looked over his frame in the mirror before looking at his brother, "We've been here before haven't we?"

Smokescreen scoffed as he took a small rag to buff out a spot on his brother's plating, "Last time we were in this position, you were the one worrying and it was only to meet a couple mechs. This time's for a bonding ceremony, you're bonding mind you."

He gave a soft smile and nodded, resisting the urge to run his digit along one of the various blue markings that ran down his frame, the same exact hue of the House of Harmonix. He took a deep vent, everything would change after this day. His bonding to Jazz of Harmonix was a decision by his sire. Made in order to settle the long lived feud between the two houses. Shaking his helm, Prowl twitched his doorwings, settling the cloth that Smokescreen was fixing on them. "I thought you out of everyone would have seen this coming. There was only one way to heal the breaks between our houses."

"I hate it when you're right you know." Smokescreen looked over his brother's frame, nodding his head to himself, "I just make good guesses really. But to be honest, we both knew where this was going when sire hit it off, they were going to be worth it trying to build a business relationship with."

Bluestreak who had been sitting and listening to them from a chair near a window to watch outside, turned to look at them, "But at least you like Jazz. And I've seen the way Jazz looked at you. He really likes you too, I think."

"I know he does." Prowl nodded in agreement, placing his servo over his own spark, he understood why this bonding had to be done and couldn't be any more content that it was with the mech who had taken his spark. "I'm glad to have had the time we've had to get to know him more rather than just being pushed into it all at once."

Smokescreen nodded as he stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest, "Yeah, really weird from sire's side there."

"You mechs talking about me in here, hmm?" The silver helm of Jazz poked in through the door with a wide grin before pulling back for a moment, then he fully stepped into the room. Startling all three of the Praxians who hadn't noticed the door opening. "Easy, it's me and no one saw me come in."

"Jazz!" Bluestreak cheerily called out from his seat, waving towards him quickly. He opened his mouth to say more but was cut off by Smokescreen.

"You aren't supposed to be in here you know." Smokescreen raised an optic ridge at Jazz, how'd you even escape all the servants who are supposed to be helping you in the first place?"

That only got him an even wider grin and an innocent wave, "Don't worry about it my mech, I got my ways and no one ever finds out." He walked over to them, stopping a few steps away and clearly admiring Prowl's frame. "Primus Prowler, I don't deserve you."

Prowl cut over Smokescreen's soft, yeah you don't, "You really aren't supposed to be here Jazz. It's traditional."

Jazz stepped around Smokescreen and took Prowl's servo in his own, pressing a kiss to the top of it. "I'm sorry but I couldn't stop myself from coming to see you before the whole ceremony." Using his other servo, he ran his digit along side but not touching one of the blue lines that ran up his arm. He cast a quick look to the annoyed expression Smokescreen was giving him before smiling at Prowl, "I know it's truly for conventional purposes, but I wouldn't want my spark to be anyone else's. These last two vorns have been some of the best times of my life.

Bluestreak's quiet cooing and awes filled the quiet moment.

"Neither would I." Prowl squeezed Jazz's servo as he looked at him, for the first time seeing the same red as his own chevron adorning Jazz's frame in beautiful patterns. He turned to his brothers and raised an optic ridge. "No one is going to change my mind, despite the purpose for this bonding. I wouldn't change it for the world."