Author: gatekat and starshield on LJ
Pairing: Jazz/Prowl, Prowl/Soundwave
Rating: NC-17 mech/mech
Codes: Crossover, Slash, First Time, Sticky
Summary:
Disclaimer: The authors are only playing with their own twisted muses. Transformers belong to Hasbro. Fandom-side, check the inspirations page ( gatekat-fics .livejournal .com/290 .html ) We draw from a ton of amazing stories and authors you should read.
Notes: klik = 1 minute; breem = 8.3 minutes; joor = 6.3 hours; orn = day/32 joor; metacycle = 6 (5.9285) years; vorn = 83 years/14 metacycles
~text~ bond/hardline talk
::text:: comm chatter
At All Costs 09: Not Just For Pleasure
Prowl was still working on a datapad when Hook finished installing his latest upgrade, a penetrative interface modal. While it was sensor rich enough to put his sensor wings to shame, it wasn't an invasive procedure so Hook simply blocked the neural net in the area and told Prowl to not move his lower frame.
"Prowl," the Decepticon CMO demanded his attention. "One last thing before I turn this on. Do you want the seals intact?"
Prowl finished the planning point quickly before giving his entire attention to the engineer. "Is there a reason to have them removed?"
"Personal preference," the Constructicon shrugged. "If I do it now, you won't feel it. Most let their lover have that honor, but it will hurt."
The Praxian was quiet as he considered, running several scenarios through his processor before reaching a decision. "Leave them."
Hook nodded and made a quick, easy movement that turned Prowl's full sensory net on. "Any pain?"
Sensors activated, Prowl could feel the new upgrade as it finished integrating with the rest of his systems. The Praxian ran a check and shook his head. "No."
A hard tap, just shy of pain, on the cover of his new equipment.
"Unpleasant, not painful," Prowl reported.
A stroke, light and causing the entire module to tingle. A HUD message popped up, asking if he wanted to accept the arousal activation.
The message was inspected, then denied. "That was...pleasant."
Hook nodded and removed his hand. "You're planning to break it in tonight with Soundwave?"
"That was a consideration. I am still debating on the best course of action." Prowl responded. He had been wavering on how he wanted to go about investigating this upgrade and still had yet to reach a decision on the best course of action.
Hook gave him a hard look. "If you have any thoughts of investigating it without a lover who knows what they're doing, let me remove the seals now with the sensors off. I know you're not a hard-core masochist. Having the seals broken poorly will hurt enough to send you to me for repairs."
"I had no such intentions." Prowl answered, voice level. "And I would assume that Soundwave meets with your approval at least, since you were the one to mention it."
"He is your lover," Hook said, though his expression made it a question with a bit of concern. "Who else would you be fooling around with that seriously?"
"No one of concern to you, save that it is with Soundwave's approval." Or at least it had always been before, and Prowl hoped for at least one more chance to see the silver mech that still invaded his thoughts at some of the most inappropriate times. That opening a new line of thought he did not want to consider at the moment Prowl grew abruptly irritated with the line of questioning. "Is there anything else?"
Hook gave him a long, hard glare but shook his head. "No, just don't let me see you in here for some stupid interfacing accident. I'll have both your spikes if you do."
Prowl nodded, understanding and real thanks conveyed in the simple gesture as he made his way out. While little had changed in his routine, there were a few small things that needed to be seen to before Prowl could enjoy his scheduled company and forget for a while.
Prowl looked around his quarters, struck by how barren and empty they seemed after having grown accustomed to sharing Soundwave's and the symbiot's for so long. It would be somewhat of an adjustment, he was sure, if he had to return to living on his own, even though he had managed to functions for vorns in that state without problems. Still, the alone would not be for long this orn, and a quiver of excitement traveled through Prowl.
The door ping with Jazz's ID drew him from his thoughts and he signaled the door open for the silver mech. Was it his imagination, or was Jazz polished to an even finer shine? His armor gleamed chromed silver taken to a near mirror finish.
"Hello there, lover," Jazz purred as he entered, every move carefully calculated to entice his audience of one.
Prowl smiled, holding out his hands as his optics flashed, perfectly willing to be enticed, wanting the silver mech in his arms. "Hello to you."
"Good to see you smile, Prowl," Jazz purred, snuggling into the larger mech's chest with a kiss to the seam over his spark chamber. "How has your decaorn been?"
Prowl paused, both at the comment and as he considered his answer to the question. "Intense." He replied, finally settling on an answer that encompassed everything that had happened. All that he had learned, all that had happened, and all that was still weighing on his processor.
"And yours?" He asked softly, wondering what kind of answer he would receive in return, questions rising that he had never considered before as he held Jazz.
"Very productive," he smiled and stretched up for a kissing nip on Prowl's lips. "Glad to be back in your arms. Wish it wasn't so long between visits."
"It would be nice to be able to see you more often." Prowl purred softly against Jazz's helm, honest. Nice to be able to get to know and understand this mech who captivated him so. Who invaded his thoughts at the most random of times and brought out parts of Prowl that no one else seemed able to find.
"Glad that you are here now." He concluded with a play lick of his own to one of the sensor horns.
Jazz shivered against him and reached up to slid his fingers along Prowl's neck. "We could ... if your mech doesn't mind."
And with that he put his finger on the one thing that Prowl could not be sure of. Soundwave had made his desires and intents clear, and the Praxian was not sure how much longer his time with the mech he held in his arms would be allowed. Abruptly he dismissed the thoughts, choosing to live in the here and now, for the moment, while he had the chance.
"We will have to see." He managed.
"Then we will," Jazz assured him and snuck another kiss. "You've gotten an upgrade since I saw you last," he went for a distraction.
"Hm, and here I thought I might have to ask you to help me with something tonight."
Jazz chuckled softly and stole a kiss before sliding one hand down Prowl's chest to stroke his codpiece. "It's my function to notice these kinds of things. I have to know what a client has, you know."
Prowl quivered at the touch, more intense then the light brush of Hook's hand earlier. A moment later and he was mostly in control once more. "Then you have no objections to educating me in its use?"
"It would be my pleasure," Jazz shivered, flaring his field sharply in desire as he claimed another kiss. "Berth?"
"It does seem like the most logical place for this lesson." Prowl agreed, his own desire intensifying in response to Jazz's washing over him, guiding them both to the berth before pulling Jazz into a kiss. "Where do we begin?"
"Mmm, how about the fantasy that convinced you to have it installed?" Jazz suggested with a throaty hum before nibbling his way down Prowl's jaw to his throat.
"Something I do wish to actually experience." Prowl agreed, attempting to imagine how it would feel, and even more turned on the by the idea that it would please his lover. "But..."
"But?" Jazz purred encouragingly. "You know it won't disturb me. Nothing you can say will disturb me."
"I know." Prowl responded, taking a moment to bask in that acceptance before explaining. "But I wish for you to enjoy it as well, and I believe that will only work if I know what I am doing as well."
Jazz hummed his understanding. "Well then," he murmured, sliding down Prowl's chassis until he kissed the center of his new codpiece. "Let's start with having you experience an overload or six by your new equipment."
Prowl whimpered quietly, this time allowing the cover to slide away, baring the new components to his lover, trusting completely. Jazz's sharp in-vent of air caught his attention, than the intense ripple of arousal-awe-desire assaulted his field from Jazz's.
"Oh, Prowl," Jazz's voice reflected his field. "Yes, I definitely need to see to you first." His tone turned serious as he settled between Prowl's spread legs. "I don't want this to hurt, so it's important that you don't send a command to pressurize your spike. Let arousal do it and nothing else."
"All right." Prowl agreed quietly, sure from Jazz's field that he had made the right decision, but wondering at the seriousness of the directions. Then all thoughts were banished from his processor as Jazz's mouth pressed lightly around his spike housing. That too-talented glossa made slow, gentle circles around the edge of the seal before gradually spiraling inward.
Sensations raced from the touch through Prowl, leaving the Praxian grasping at the berth as he whimpered.
Jazz hummed, adding vibration to the attentions of his glossa. Patience radiated from the small mech, encouraging Prowl to relax and simply enjoy with no pressure to perform.
Soothed, or at least as much as he could be when his entire chassis was reacting to what the silver mech was doing, Prowl sought that place that allowed him to just feel what Jazz had to offer and enjoy it. His systems charged quickly, the loose energy bouncing from one circuit to another.
A deep, ragged moan escaped Prowl. The new interfacing protocols caused his hips to roll upwards, into the delicious sensations. Distantly he could feel the pressure building against his seal as his spike began to pressurize without his consent.
The sheer pleasure was glorious, clouding everything else except the desire coursing through him. "Let it happen?" he asked again, not really thinking about what he was doing, only just remembering.
"Yes," Jazz purred. "You can command your spike to pressurize, your valve to lubricate, but a good lover, a mark of desire is for it to happen without your command."
Oh, Prowl was not commanding anything as he pushed his hips towards Jazz. He was begging for more of whatever Jazz was doing, the pressure building a counterpoint to the wonderful, blissful sensation. And on top of what he was feeling was that voice that was encouraging him to enjoy what was happening, guiding him through something new and wonderful and creating memories Prowl was sure he would replay many times.
A sharp tearing pain right where Jazz's mouth was made Prowl's vents stutter, but even before the sting had faded or been fully recognized he felt warmth, slickness and pressure in an entirely new way. His HUD informed him that his spike was pressurizing and his spike seal had been successfully breached.
Prowl moaned, acknowledging the messages and pushing them aside without consciously processing them. Later he could analyze and isolate the triggers if he wanted, but for now traces of pain were buried by the skilled touches of a lover.
His lover.
Oh, he liked that word, liked it applied to the incredible silver mech between his legs and doing indescribably wonderful things to his neural net centered on his spike.
He loved Soundwave, but Jazz was his lover.
Prowl's hands dug into the berth in a desperate attempt to ground himself while his hips thrust upwards and a roar was torn from his vocalizer. The sensation he had come to identify as overload crashed over him, washing through him and sweeping him away with pure pleasure from a new source. A small edge was still aware of his lover, field spreading out and filled with wonder.
The high was just as potent, but it abated much more quickly than the tactile overloads from his wings or frame. As Prowl drifted back towards full awareness he realized that Jazz's mouth was still on his spike, but the sensation was gentler, easing him from the overload in a very pleasant way.
A soft moan and disjointed phrases of thanks and pleasure and praise escaped Prowl as he reached out, hand tracing along Jazz's helm as Prowl gave into his own need to touch. The silver helm pressed into the contact as Jazz allowed Prowl's spike to slide from his mouth.
"Would you like to feel a valve around it now?" Jazz's voice was trembling in his own arousal, his field almost burning with the charge seeking an outlet.
A low hum from Prowl as though he actually had to consider it as he drew Jazz up, claiming the silver mechs lips, curious to taste. Those delectable lips parted under his willingly, eagerly taking Prowl's glossa in to experience the moderately viscous, oily and tangy transfluid with a lingering charge. "Even better?"
"Mmm," Jazz merely hummed into the kiss until Prowl let it go. "Most think so," he purred.
That earned him a soft laugh, amused and deeply affectionate as Prowl kissed his sensor horns and held him close to whisper. "I very much want to feel your valve around my spike for the first time."
With a shudder and relieved, needy whimper Jazz gave him a heated kiss before sliding down his chassis once more. Jazz snapped his valve cover open, already slick enough from honest arousal and desire not to need any of his function's tricks to be ready. He reached between his legs as he settled above Prowl's hips and kept his touch light as he guided the head of Prowl's simple but delightfully perfectly sized spike to the soft rim of his valve.
"Been fantasizing about this from the moment I saw you," Jazz admitted, moaning as he lowered himself onto that perfect spike, enveloping the thick, hard shaft in the slick heat of a valve that twitched and contracted in sequence without any conscious effort. "I enjoy it all, but I'm a real valve mech. Nothing feels so good as a thick, hard spike inside me."
Prowl was barely able to process what Jazz was saying, overwhelmed by the slick pressure and heat around his spike, sensations that he had not been able to imagine with his limited experience. His entire frame jerked when Jazz began to move, amplifying the heat and pleasure a hundred fold.
"Oh, babe, you feel so good," Jazz nearly sobbed, his charge already critical. The calipers in his valve cycled as he rolled his hips, lifting off Prowl's before driving down again to rub every sensor node in both systems.
A loud cry of pleasure escaped Prowl and then Jazz moved to repeat the motion Prowl grabbed the silver mech's hips, driving up to meet him.
"Yes!" Jazz screamed, trying to hold off an overload that was not going to be denied much longer. "Take me, Prowl!"
Prowl wasn't entirely sure what he was doing. There was no thought to skill or performance, only that he wanted this processor-blowing sensation to continue and that Jazz was pleased as well.
Holding tight to the silver mech he drove his spike into that wonderful tightness again and again, every movement sending ever more powerful jolts of ecstasy through his systems. The charge licking his chassis from Jazz's, the ripples of energy that invaded his spike from all sides and every node torn his thoughts away completely.
Then Jazz leaned forward, his frame stiff and dancing with energy as his fingers clawed into Prowl's chest vents, seeking a purchase to hold onto as the overload exploded across his frame. It was almost intense enough to pull his chest plates open.
Prowl was so swept up in his own overload the silver mech's actions were lost, knowing only that he was falling into a glorious oblivion that seemed to only consist of pleasure, his entire frame reacting in way it never had to any previous overload.
Gradually, still hazy with pleasure, Prowl came back on line. His spike was still hard and buried deep in the tight, hot pleasure. His frame and every system still near redlined from the overload. His hands still gripped tightly to Jazz's hips and the sleek silver minibot was collapsed against his chest, trembling.
"Jazz?" It came out as a whisper, hand rising to caress the trembling mech's back, what other energy he could spare diverted to his field, reaching out to the smaller mech.
"Primus," Jazz managed to mutter, his own pleasure-drenched field reaching out in reply. "Never felt anything like that before."
Coming back more to himself as he continued to cool down from the overload high, Prowl processed that and allowed his surprise to show as he continued to stroke the silver mech's back soothingly. "Never?"
"Na-ah," Jazz mumbled, still beyond exhausted. "Nearly opened mah chest."
Drained himself, Prowl was more than content to lay there with the smaller mech sprawled across his frame, and recover. Curiosity bled into his field. "That is not something that should happen?"
"Not for meh," Jazz murmured, his trembling gradually subsiding as he cooled. "Nah without ah bond, or ah desire for one."
Prowl's hands went still as he considered that, questions rising to the surface, some of them related to Jazz's functioning and probably rather personal and others what he suspected were gaps in his own knowledge. "I am sorry."
"Don't be," Jazz nuzzled his chest lightly. "It was really good."
Prowl purred, deeply content, the sound vibrating through him and into Jazz. "Enough so that a repeat might be in order some time?" He asked, teasing and hopeful at the same time.
"Anytime you're inclined to," Jazz's purr mingled with Prowl's as his fingers finally unlocked from Prowl's chest vents. "Though I'd like to see to your valve seal before I have to leave."
A flash of displeasure and sadness from Prowl at the reminder that Jazz would be leaving him. "If you want to."
"I don't have to," the minibot quickly backpedaled, his frame going tense on pure reflex at the fact that his client was not happy. "We can do whatever you want."
Prowl held on to him, gentle. "I want to spend more time with you, something neither of us can change at the moment." His hands started moving over Jazz's frame again, seeking to ease the tension he had inadvertently caused. "I will be sad to watch you leave again. But until then-" He tipped the mech's face to catch the tempting lips with his own. "I wish to enjoy what time we have together, if you are agreeable."
"Always," Jazz trembled in relief this time and returned the kiss. "I ... am willing to spend my off-joor with you. As a real lover, not a paid one." Even as he said it, he felt his core coding rebel, making his spark constrict painfully. He didn't care that it went against his very function, against all his better interests as a pleasurebot. He wanted this mech.
Prowl was momentarily startled before he pulled the silver mech against him and kissed him, fierce and possessive. "I would like that very much."
It was a chance, more than Prowl had possibly hoped for, to spend time with this mech in his arms. Time on their terms.
"Soundwave won't mind?" Jazz asked uneasily. He knew the real answer; Soundwave would mind very much. He already minded how close Jazz was to Prowl. But Prowl ... might not comprehend that yet. Prowl might not comprehend what Soundwave viewed him as yet, much less the expectations that came with it.
The hesitation was not lost on Prowl, and he settled back, holding Jazz as he considered. "You believe he will." That conclusion was easy to reach, and he vented softly, nuzzling at Jazz. "We will see. It is what I desire, so perhaps...he will be willing to indulge me."
"I'm surprised he's still allowing you to be with anyone else, including me," Jazz nodded and laid his helm on Prowl's chest, listing to the strong spark there. "Especially me. It's kinda an insult ... implies he's not good enough to keep you happy." Jazz looked up, meeting Prowl's optics. "Much as I don't want to say it, you should give the mech a chance. He's a good mech, a powerful mech, he'd make a very good mate."
Prowl vented, very confused and a little distressed at the conflicting feelings running through him. "You too then." He said softly, more to himself than the mech looking at him.
Soundwave was good to him. Very good to him. And Prowl loved him. He was also very good in the berth, always conscious of Prowl and making Prowl feel good, sharing with him and telling the Praxian he loved him.
But... He whimpered softly.
"Realistic," Jazz murmured. "He's got a lot of power, Decepticon TIC, contacts all over Cybertron, wealth I'll never come close to. He can provide better than I ever will. At the end of the orn, I still sell my frame for credits. I won't ever be able to give you what you deserve. I can't be exclusive. Not without changing my basic function. Sometimes you have to look out for the one you care about." He reached out to stroke Prowl's chest seam. "As much as I want you ... I'd give everything for you, to you ... I can't compete with Soundwave."
Strong hands ran over Jazz, thinking, memorizing. Prowl was still confused, still torn, and the mech in his arms was not making it any easier. Some of what Jazz said made sense, completely in line with what his logic was telling him. And then there were other things that the silver mech said, things that had nothing to do with logic and everything to do with want.
With need.
"I will speak with Soundwave."
Jazz nodded, then lowered his helm to Prowl's chest.
"Maybe ... not until he stops booking you time with me?" Jazz suggested in a tiny voice. "Forgiveness is easier to get than permission..."
The rather twisted logic in that Prowl saw right away. "Not until he stops arranging for us to see each other." He agreed quietly. Saying anything before then might only cut their time together shorter, something Prowl was unwilling to risk.
Jazz purred and nuzzled him affectionately. "Still feel like breaking your valve seal?"
"Would you enjoy helping me with that?" A finger rose to run lightly over Jazz's face.
"Very much," Jazz purred, turning his face into the touch. "Your pleasure is addictive."
"Show me what it is you enjoy so much. Please."
Jazz nodded and opened the interface panel on his chest, mutely offering his cable and port to Prowl. His field, however told an entirely different story. He was ecstatic, aroused, eager to share how much he wanted this beautiful Praxian.
A matching set was revealed on Prowl, fingers reaching up to brush lightly over Jazz's chest, considering. The one time he they had done this before he had revealed far more about himself than he ever to anyone else. A sharing that he still recalled with pleasure and an odd sort of comfort. He plugged into Jazz smoothly and waited, welcoming the other mech into his systems.
This time Jazz nudged Prowl's awareness towards Jazz and the maelstrom of desire there. Heavily steeped in physical arousal, yet also bright and intense was the pleasure, physical and emotional, that rose in Jazz as he slipped between Prowl's legs as traced his fingers lightly around the seal protecting Prowl's new valve.
"There's no way this won't hurt," Jazz said softly, his glossa moving to spiral slowly around the thicker seal. "But like the one over your spike, I'll make it as good as possible. The pain should be an afterthought."
"I know." Want and desire in this words, Prowl bracing himself for something he knowingly set himself up for.
Acceptance and trust filtered over the connection, and the ghost of a hesitant emotion still not completely acknowledged by the one feeling it, something more than simple lust.
"I'm ready."
Jazz nodded and focused Prowl's attention on what the mech wanted; Jazz's responses to causing pleasure. Deeply ingrained, part of the core coding of every pleasurebot, it served a simple purpose; to make their function an agreeable one. With most clients unconcerned with the pleasure of those they paid, gaining pleasure directly from the enjoyment of others was what made the pleasurebot caste so different, worth more credits for their time, than the down and out mechs trying to get credits for energon by selling the only thing they had.
All the while Jazz slowly worked the thick membrane with his glossa; warming it, stretching it, working every sensor node he had access too.
Acceptance and understanding as Prowl equated it with the contentment and satisfaction he got from obeying and pleasing those he worked for when given a task.
And with an instant feedback of the growing pleasure from what Jazz was doing to him physically and personal pleasure that it was Jazz that was the one making him feel that way.
Jazz shivered and hummed, his internal pleasure spiking sharply. ~Love you, Prowl,~ Jazz murmured across the hardline. ~You're so perfect. So beautiful. So strong.~
Acceptance of the feeling Jazz expressed. Denial that he was he was anything so special, so wonderful. And an edge offering what Prowl saw when he looked at Jazz- grace, beauty, life, and a joy in living life that Prowl was still just learning to understand and treasure.
Adding to his efforts to fully arouse Prowl's valve and cause a buildup of lubrication on the interior side of the seal, Jazz gently rubbed two fingers slick with transfluid and lubricant around the edge of the seal.
~Then accept that I see all that in you,~ Jazz purred, his entire frame beginning to quiver in anticipation of the ecstasy to come. ~Even if you don't see it in yourself.~
Agreement and a willingness to do that as Prowl squirmed, sorting through the unfamiliar input from his new valve and picking up on Jazz's excitement, wanting to share in it. It felt good. Not the intense level of good that the attention to his spike caused at this stage, but still...
A low, soft moan of pleasure escaped Prowl, flaring Jazz's arousal higher. Distantly, Prowl was aware that Jazz believed his responses to Prowl were much stronger than normal; they went beyond his core programming.
Even that pleased Prowl, the idea that he was able to make Jazz feel beyond his programming pushed his own arousal higher. It didn't take much longer, less than a breem, for the feedback loop and Jazz's efforts to push Prowl into his first valve overload.
As Prowl's backstrut arched off the berth and processors briefly whited out, Jazz shifted to drive his spike fully into the clenching, slick valve with a shaking moan of his own. He managed three thrusts, completely rending the seal before Prowl came back enough to catch up with what was happening.
The pain that Jazz had warned him of was there, flashing through him and lingering but fading. The pleasure that Jazz had promised chased it from his conscious, his entire attention captured by the silver mech thrusting into him, the processor blowing sensation of a spike in his valve, stretching, filling, and sending waves of pleasure through him. Every thrust lit the multitude of sensors in his valve, but it was a very different pleasure than the stroke of a hand on his sensor wings. Feeling Jazz's pleasure; intense, white-hot and being held back until Prowl caught up with him again was a different kind of bliss that only added to the wonderful sensations.
Prowl whimpered, everything adding together into a rapidly building charge. "Jazz..." Pleading, begging through the blinding pleasure, feeding into the connection how much he wanted, desired, needed the smaller mech.
Desire, raw and a little frightening in its newness and intensity, rippled outwards in reply from Jazz even as the pace of the thrusts picked up. Desire that was unique from Jazz's perspective in that it wasn't physical, it was for Prowl.
Prowl cried out, the feeling of being wanted and wanting in return as he reached out to Jazz, his second overload rolling through him as he arched off the berth. Jazz's sharp, startled keen as he overloaded in response echoed between them, intensifying the pleasure of transfluid spurting into a clenching valve as Jake's chassis took over, thrusting hard and deep with each burst.
"Oh, Prowl," Jazz whispered, shocked to his core at his own reactions even as he cautiously embraced them, embraced that there might just be a 'we' in his future despite his function. "My beautiful Prowl," he murmured, slumping, forward as his charge bled out.
Drained but so wonderfully content with the state, it was all Prowl could do at first to lie there, systems purring softly. Finally he found the energy to stroke Jazz's back slowly. "My handsome Jazz." He murmured in reply, awe and wonder flowing across the connection unchecked.
"We are a pair, aren't we?" Jazz chuckled as he relaxed in the sated afterglow. "I've spent my entire functioning told that love isn't for my caste but wanting it anyway. You've spent nearly your entire functioning suppressing any desire for emotional connections."
"Only to find them anyway." Prowl replied, so completely content in resting there with Jazz, wanting the now to last forever, even if he knew it couldn't. "Stay with me?"
"Yes and yes," Jazz smiled up from where he was sprawled over Prowl's abdominal plates and lower chest. "I don't have anywhere to be until a breem after your shift starts."
"Thank you." Prowl moved slowly, gathering the smaller mech into his arms as Jazz responded to Prowl's desire by pulling out of his valve and sliding up his chassis. Together they settled down., blissful content in the moment to exist as they were in each others arms.