Just something I wanted to post to mark it as posted on my computer document. It probably won't be continued. For any related info on Queen Jazz and this whole thing, see my drabbles Eternity and Sparkwing's Change. For the creator of this verse, see InMoNochrome's story The Queen's King and chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 8, 19, and 35 of her oneshot series "Oneshot Collection."
Nervously the Queen knelt. He'd never done this before, this public spectacle to assure his people knew him. Their solemn faces stayed a ways from him as his King stepped up from behind him.
"Do you want this?" The King's digits tilted the Queen's helm up so they met optics.
The Queen's vocalizer failed him as it clicked, but he nodded, wanting to convey his willingness somehow. Even so, he was unsure how to proceed, given his previous King's treatment of him and express desire to not perform the ritual.
White plating gleaming brightly from the wax and polish even in the dim Underground, the King knelt so his knees touched Jazz's and his tail arched above his helm. Jazz's tail, with its needle extended, mimicked the motion and twined with Prowl's. With a shudder, pleasure zinged through him at the intimate touch while in so public a place. And then Prowl's tail spurs clamped lightly around Jazz's tail, making Jazz clamp his optics shut and gasp. Prowl's servos rubbed Jazz's shoulders, tracing armor seams and gliding down his arms until his Queen opened his optics again and twined their servos together such as the ritual commanded.
"My Queen of the Underground, holder of my spark."
"My King of the Underground, stealer of my love."
Jazz clicked his plating, emotion flaring in him, evident in his EMF and optics. Once saying their greetings, it was up to him to lead the next part. Despite the nervousness in his field, his voice was steady.
"Let our love bind us in the optics of my Horde, that we may be mates, fully and whole, in their optics."
"For when we are together, we are complete. More than duty binds us together."
"Should any try to separate us, let they be no more."
Prowl separated a servo from Jazz's and pulled out a bent needle from under his armor.
