Title : The Day That Praxians Flew

Disclaimers: I in no way own Transformers. I only own the plot and the Praxian seeker idea.

Warnings: Smut, depictions of violence, gore, genocide, and suicide

Song choice: For this chapter, I listened to 'Crazy in Love' by Sofia Karlberg if you want to get in the same mindset I was in. lol

Summary: After almost breaking down at the meeting with his fellow officers, Prowl relies on his trine to pick him back up. Bluestreak and Smokescreen are more than willing to help him.

Bond Talk

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Bluestreak's POV

I smile softly at Prowl. I always looked up to our trine leader. He's so strong, stronger than Smokey and I. When he's like this, I'm glad I can help him like he helps us. I conitue to gently wash his interface panel. After a few moments, his panel slowly opens clicking into its place out of the way. I look to Prowl, asking permission. He nods and I gently rub his spike. Prowl moans a little and i gently rub the tip with my thumb and give him a squeeze. His hips buck a little and Smokescreen chuckles. "Now, now, sir. You try and stay still. wouldn't want to make Baby Blue to accidently hurt you, now would we?" Smokey purrs. Prowl groans with arousal as his spike jerks in my servo. I smile and go down to my knees.

I look up at Prowl with innocent and loving optics, knowing how much it turns him on. Prowl starts to moan out but Smokey captures his mouth with his own turning Prowl a little so he can reach. I smile and kiss the tip of Prowl's spike gently and lick the small bead of pre-fluid that's collected there. I look up at Prowl and his optics are now a dark, deep, midnight blue. I smile and slowly take him into my mouth. Prowl moans out from not only my minstrations, but also Smokey's on his door wings. I steal a glance up at them to see Smokescreen licking and gently nipping at Prowl's door wings. My own spike twitches in its housing behind my panel, but I must remain patient. This is about Prowl, not me.

Prowl's spike reaches the back of my throat and I swallow, taking the rest of his spike in, and it easily goes down my throat. Prowl bucks and I smile around his spike and start to hum sending shivers up his back. He liked whatever you just did, Blue. Keep it up. Smokey says over the bond. I continue to hum as I run my glossa over the underside of his spike. Prowl whimpers and bucks into my mouth. After a few kliks of this, I start to draw off of Prowl. He's so close, Smokey. I say. I know, baby blue. Smokey says as I remove Prowl's spike with an audible pop. Prowl shivers in Smokey's arms, barely standing. I smile up at Prowl. He looks at me with those beautiful, dark optics and draws me up to my pedes and kisses me, tasting himself on my tongue.

Prowl gently rubs my interface panel, begging for what's behind it. I open it with a click and He gently grabs my spike. I moan a little and gently push two fingers into his now slick port. Smokey watches with dark optics as he sucks on the edge of one of Prowl's doorwings. Prowl moans out loudly and starts to squeeze my spike as I thrust my fingers in his port slowly. "Bluestreak, Please!" Prowl moans out and I smile. "Is that an order, sir?" I purr. "Yes! Just frag me already!" he cries out with arousal. I smile and gently pull out my fingers and lick them. Prowl groans and rubs his spike against mine. I gasp a little and line up with his port. I look at him and gently push it inside his hot, slick, port. Prowl cries out a little before Smokey claims his mouth again with his own.

Once I'm completely sheathed inside my trine leader, I nip at his chevron gently. Prowl groans and bucks his hips telling me to move. Slowly, I thrust into him, enjoying this gentle lovemaking with him. Smokey and I start to feel him get close to overload and my own starts to climb as well. Smokey pulls away and braces Prowl's back against himself as I deeply kiss Prowl. Prowl lifts a servo as we kiss to stroke my doorwings gently and I nip at his chevron again, sending him into his overload. Feeling his trans-fluid splatter over my front sends me into my own overload. Prowl moans out my name as my trans-fluid fills him and starts to leak down our legs. Losing his knee struts, Prowl falls back into Smokey's hold, taking me with him and Smokey ends up with his back against the wall of the wash rack.

When our overloads subside, we open our chest plates revealing our golden sparks, the true mark of a Praxian Seeker. Smokey gently turns Prowl towards him as my spike slowly exits Prowl's port. Prowl and I both moan as it comes out with a small pop. Forming a triangle, Prowl, Smokey, and I put our chest plates as close together as we can, allowing our sparks to merge for the first time in at least a couple vorns. Prowl's spark gives us strength, conviction, loyalty, and love as ours give him support, love, patience, and loyalty in return. All reality seems to bleed away for a few kliks as our sparks exist as one, sharing memories and emotions, balancing each other out. Soon, our sparks return to our frames as the solvent turns into steam as it hits our overheated frames. we then close our chest plates and just hold each other sinking to the wash rack floor.

I don't really know how long we sat there holding each other, but we eventually got up and Prowl turned off the solvent spray. Smokey and I smile at Prowl, who smiles back. "...Thank you, both of you..." Prowl says as we head to the drying booth. "We're your trine, we take care of each other." I say with a shrug. Smokey chuckles "Don't forget again, Prowler. We forgive you this time." Smokey says. "Anyways...since Jazz now knows about us being a trine, are you going to pursue him?" I ask innocently. Prowl looks at me and thinks. "Perhaps...He's made plenty of hints that he wants more between us. Question is if you two approve of us." Prowl says. We laugh and he looks at us confused. "Prowl, of course we do. I have Requiem, and Bluestreak has Streamline. Why would we be against you having your own sweetspark. Just let us know if you two decide to bond. You know that causes energy fluctuations in the trine bond." smokey says. Prowl nods and says, "as long as you two promise the same" and we nod.

To be continued...

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Notes: Please let me know if it was as good for you as it was for them and if i need to improve on anything. I don't have much experience...writing this stuff I mean. lol