Author: gatekat and starshield on LJ
Pairing: Prowl/Soundwave
Rating: NC-17 mech/mech
Codes: Crossover, Slash, Sticky, Spark
Summary: Soundwave introduces Prowl to Korrës for Metallikato training
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 16: A New Kind of Training
"Prowl: new combat training method begins now," Soundwave said evenly as they approached the training room reserved for them. "Korrës: master of Metallikato. Korrës: agreed to train Prowl as long as Prowl wishes."
"You believe that this will be a benefit?" Prowl knew only the theory of the extremely uncommon fighting method. That it was difficult to master but extremely effective when employed correctly.
"Prowl: possess the focus and processor to use Metallikato effectively. Soundwave: believes it will assist Prowl in more than battle," he said as he opened the door to the room.
A single glance told Prowl it had been modified enough that it was now ill-suited for general use. Ancient weapons were on the walls, a large section of the floor had been built into a hexagonal platform that mimicked the shape of the Matrix of Leadership's center opening. The mech seated in the center was small, likely a tall minibot, but with less than no mass to him. Very limited armor, this black and gold mech with a deep red visor was all about speed and not actually taking a hit.
"Korrës: believes Prowl can be trained to make full use of Metallikato and Diffusion in time. Korrës: Willing to train Prowl."
If it was anyone but Soundwave telling him this Prowl would have been inclined to doubt. As it was he was willing to try as he stepped forward and waited patiently for some form of direction. Even as he waited he was not idle, sensors tuned to the highest level as he scanned the training room, learning as much about his environment as possible while he had the chance.
"Observant; good." The small mech spoke with a low, quiet voice that still commanded attention from everyone, even Soundwave. "Sit, Prowl," Korrës motioned before himself.
Prowl weighed the invitation for a moment before deciding to take it at face value and crossed to settle in front of the mech, copying him as much as he could. While others he had trained with had used a time like this to teach him to trust nothing to be completely as it seemed, he had a feeling that this was different.
"What do you seek to accomplish in your training?" Korrës asked calmly, his manner nothing like any Decepticon Prowl had ever met.
The Praxian considered his answer carefully and fully before answering honestly. "I wish to be able to defend myself and those in my care. I seek to be able to understand and control my emotions and reactions, instead of reacting to them. I seek to learn."
Korrës nodded slightly. "Then that is what I will teach you. In this room there is no rank other than in the Arts. This isignia," he brushed over the purple emblem on his chest, "means nothing here. I promise I will push you. I will hurt you. I will find every weakness in your processors and frame. What can not be eliminated I will train you to counter. As a favor to a very old friend and ally, I will train you in a few basic techniques out of order to help you survive long enough to master the rest."
He locked visor to optics. "Are you prepared to dedicate at least four joor an orn to your training for the next several hundred vorns?"
The time set Prowl back for a moment, but he quickly reconsidered. Soundwave would had to have known that something like this would be asked of him, would not have brought him here for this if there was not some way to make it work. And if this training could do all that was promised, Prowl was more than ready to admit that he needed it.
"I am."
"Good," Korrës stood smoothly, every atom in his frame under perfect control. "Then let us begin by determining your current style and inherent reflexes. Attack me."
The Praxian rose as well, his control visibly less than the mech facing him. He took a second to center himself, drawing on the focus that had finally started giving him an edge in his other combat training, deliberately lowering his need to analyze and increasing his ability to just react.
He struck, moving in with a level attack he had found effective on a shorter opponent ... and connected with thin air. A hand every so lightly connected with his first right sensor panel, but the expected pain did not come.
"Pain is an effective teacher for most," Korrës spoke calmly. "You think, analyze, plan. You will learn more effectively when you are not distracted." The slender mech twisted around, almost floating on air, and stood still behind Prowl. "There will be pain in future lessons, but not these. The basics are too simple for you to require an incentive not to be hit. Your will to succeed is all the incentive you require."
Prowl took that as permission to function as he was meant to, stopping and actually working through what had just happened. Without the threat of pain, of another attack coming at him before he could process what had just happened and how to respond ... it was a relief.
Once he had worked through what happened, if not how, he turned to face Korrës again, waiting.
The mech didn't make him wait long, but the punching attack to his chest center seam came in what seemed slow motion. Fast enough to be effective, but slow enough for Prowl to take in what was going on and have a chance to respond.
Prowl moved as he would have in any other sparring match, stance shifting and arm rising to defect the blow while his other hand came up to counter with a strike of his own.
His target was nowhere to be hit, again, but Prowl never quite lost track of him thanks to all the environmental data his sensory wings gave him.
"Attack when ready," Korrës instructed.
Almost four full joor later Prowl stood in Soundwave's washrack, a space he had come to think of as his own. He allowed the warm solvent to run over his plating, processor still going over the events of the orn. He was tired, taxed in way that he hadn't been in a long time. It was nice change.
Sensor wings flicked, identifying the mech approaching and turning to look at Soundwave with a smile.
"Prowl: is pleased," the giant smiled, his mask retracted now that they were in private. "Soundwave: pleased by this. Prowl: would welcome assistance?"
"Always." Prowl replied, welcoming the company. "And thank you. Today was...most interesting."
"Soundwave: pleased," he murmured and stepped into the spray. He allowed it to soak into his skeletal frame for a lingering moment before reaching for a washcloth and going to work on Prowl's long, elegant sensor wings. He stroked as much as scrubbed, enjoying the soft sounds and thoughts of pleasure it generated. "Prowl: still desires to continue training with Korrës?"
"Yes." There was no hesitation in the answer from Prowl as he relaxed into the touch. "Thank you. I'm sure this wasn't easy to coordinate."
"Prowl: worth the effort," Soundwave said firmly, extending his field to reinforce the statement that Prowl was worth it all. "Korrës: desired extended break from deep cover. Soundwave: able to arrange local duties for Korrës."
Thanks and deep affection ran though Prowl's field as it wove into Soundwave's. Selecting a cleaner of his own Prowl turned and started to work on the larger mechs ribbing. "It seems like everyone benefits then, though I am sorry, however worth it you seem to believe, that you spent another favor on me."
Soundwave caught Prowl's chin and tipped it up for a long, lingering and very gentle kiss. "Prowl: worth the favors. Soundwave: happy to have the favors to trade. Soundwave..." he paused, resting his forehelm against Prowl's and seemed to gather himself. "Soundwave: would bond with Prowl, if Prowl ever consents."
Fear radiated from Prowl, not a fear of Soundwave, but at the unknown and the prospect. A prospect he still considered himself completely unworthy of.
But there was no denial, no refusal, as he leaned into the touch, just a lingering uncertainty. Not a never, just a not yet.
"Soundwave: has waited Prowl's entire existence to touch Prowl. Soundwave: will gladly wait until Prowl is ready to bond with Soundwave," the giant promised with everything he had to convince the mech with him that there would be no force, no expectation or timeline. It was a statement, an offer, and nothing more. It was up to Prowl now to decide when, and if, to accept it.
"Thank you." Prowl murmured, offering a gentle kiss of his own with acceptance and gratitude in his field. The fear faded, with awe that never left him that he was wanted so much rising back to the surface as he continued to work on Soundwave and he changed the subject.
"You have known my new master for a long time?"
"Affirmative," Soundwave murmured, more interested in the kiss and emotional warmth he had drawn from his lover than anything. It was a blissful experience for the telepath. "Soundwave: knew Korrës many vorns before the war."
Prowl hummed quietly, loosing himself in the steady rhythm of mutual cleaning as he thought, content in Soundwave's presence. His thoughts wandered over what he had learned and Soundwave's admission until he realized it continued to circle back to one thing.
The motion stopped as he considered that one thing, looking up at Soundwave with curious optics. "Why me?"
Soundwave paused briefly, even though he'd been expecting the question. "Prowl's spark: special. Resonates with Soundwave," he answered as best he could. "No other: feels the same."
Prowl considered that, still not quite understanding but content with the answer for now. He wondered at the resonance, wondered if that was the reason he was always content to be with Soundwave, to be around the other mech and the symbiots.
"Prowl: matured into a fine mech," Soundwave added after a moment, humming in pleasure at the simple, non-sensual contact they were sharing in cleaning each other.
It was a soothing routine that both mechs had become accustomed to, and one that Prowl actually looked forward to, cleaning as much of the larger mech as he could reach. When he had gotten that far, Soundwave knelt without being asked, kissing Prowl on the center of his chevron.
With the advantage of reach and tentacles, he worked on Prowl's back while the smaller mech cleaned up upper frame with sure, strong strokes.
It felt so good to both of them, the pleasure of the simple act, one done communally by mechs every orn, but made special by the care they took.
Done scrubbing, Prowl glanced over his work and nodded in satisfaction before nudging Soundwave more squarely under the solvent spray, waiting his turn to rinse as well and finish for the evening.
As Prowl took his turn under the rinse, he had no doubt there would be very passionate interfacing before recharge. Something about watching him succeed worked very well for Soundwave. A shiver ran through him despite the warmth of the solvent, the idea actually appealing as he shut the spray off and flared his sensor wings, flicking solvent from them and catching Soundwave's attention.
The larger mech perked up, feeling the subtle difference in Prowl's desire and responding to it strongly. He knelt to claim Prowl's mouth, all his desire for the Praxian channeled into that one point of contact.
The Praxian moaned, desire spreading through his entire frame and bleeding back out into his field, flared completely to surround Soundwave as well, full of his willingness and want.
With a moan in reply, Soundwave picked Prowl up and held him close for the short walk to their berth. He never broke their kiss, the passionate point of contact that was making both their circuits heat and tingle.
By the time Soundwave laid on the berth with Prowl over him, his tentacles were out, caressing Prowl's sensor wings with a fervor and desire that had never been between them before. The giant was trembling, hot with desire in response to the first true want from his lover.
Prowl responded to the want, arching into the touch as his fingers traced and caressed, touching over sensitive spots, seeking everything that he had found that worked to drive the mech beneath him hotter. Wanting to drive Soundwave, to give as he was being given, and the larger mech didn't even make a token resistance to the effort.
With a rumbling moan Soundwave reached out to weave their minds together as he unlatched his spike cover and allowed the thick length to pressurize as he moaned his lover's designation in a trembling voice of pure ecstasy.
There was none of Prowl's usual reservation at the joining of their minds, scrambling to claim Soundwave's mouth again, valve exposed and waiting as Prowl made it so very clear how much he wanted. Soundwave could only moan into the kiss and tremble as he guided Prowl backwards. With the familiarity of experience, of knowing what set Soundwave off, Prowl lifted himself upright and spread his wings wide as his hips were guided down onto the long, thick spike that pleasured his valve like no other.
He felt the heat of desire, sharper than ever before, roll of Soundwave and into him as their frame came together, joined in the newest kind of intimacy their species knew.
A static keen escaped as he was stretched and filled, wings flaring and trembling at the feeling that he had come to love, the sensation that only came from Soundwave and claimed him in way no one else did, no one else could.
Desire was shared and returned, frame twitching and trembling as a hand reached out, asking but not touching, to Soundwave's face and the optics still sheltered beneath the red visor. "Let me see."
Intense pleasure rippled from the telepath as the command was sent, revealing bright white optics that were riveted on Prowl frame, on his face, on the pleasure there as Prowl's hips lifted to send waves of physical pleasure through them both.
Prowl whimpered softly, attention focused on Soundwave's face as his hips rose and fell, valve rippling and clenching as he rode that thick spike. The pleasure built, energy zapping from one node to the next. Soundwave's physical and emotional pleasure echoed brightly on Prowl's sensor net and his processors, as intimate as a hardline and more.
"So lovely, so handsome, my Prowl," Soundwave moaned, his processors tangled enough in Prowl's to use much of the other mech's vocal patterns.
The Praxian's head shook slightly, denial that he didn't even try to find words for as pleasure touched him in every way possible except one.
A hand stroked along Soundwave's chest, a memory of pleasure and bliss clear among Prowl's muddled thoughts of an intimate sharing he had experienced once before.
Soundwave trembled as he parted his chest without hesitation. His bright white spark with ribbons of color and five times the size of Prowl's, reached out the moment it's casing parted.
"My spark: yours," Soundwave shivered in anticipation, want, desire he didn't dare contemplate he would know.
The sentiment made it through, even if the words were lost on Prowl as he stared. He hadn't consciously seen the giant mech's spark the one time they had merged, and looking at it now he didn't think that he had ever seen anything so amazing.
He wanted to feel that again, desperately so, but even as his chest plates slid away, exposing his own spark, he hesitated.
"Prowl: perfect." Soundwave nearly keened in his desire and suddenly dropped the bulk of his firewalls that kept his telepathy one-way. It flooded Prowl with everything Soundwave felt for him, thought of him, desired for him. Not just the facts, but how intense and deep and old the emotions ran.
Prowl did keen, his spark responding to everything as it hit him, gold laced blue glow a pale contrast to the brilliant light it lunged toward. There was only a moment of mutual awareness before Prowl's spark plunged deeply enough it completely disappeared within the giant orb and both were lost in a sharing deeper than the most complete of mind melds.