Author: gatekat and starshield on LJ
Pairing: Prowl/Jazz
Rating: NC-17 mech/mech
Codes: Crossover, Slash, Sticky
Summary:
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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 31: Reclaiming Mates
Prowl studied the holotable again, a little of his processor following the working of his teammates around him, but most of his attention on the problem at hand. It was nice, having others around as he worked, others with interests and abilities similar to his own, others that actually cared about him as an individual and wanted him to succeed.
With a frown he reached out to move a unit on the table, trying for another angle, when an incoming comm froze him in place.
::Ratchet to Prowl,:: the CMO's rough voice came over the line as soon as he opened it. ::Your mech is repaired and about to come out of stasis.::
"What is it, Prowl?" Farsight asked, noting his abrupt lack of movement.
Prowl twitched. Stasis...
::Understood. One moment, please?:: Prowl responded, answering Ratchet first before addressing Farsight. "Comm from med bay. Ratchet called to tell me Jazz is coming around."
"Ah," he nodded with a knowing look. "You are excused for half a shift. Comm me if he needs more."
"Thank you." Prowl murmured, rising quickly and ignoring the looks from those around him as he left the tactical room and made his way to the medbay. He had no doubt the information would get out within a klik.
The med-tech in front of the medbay complex - and it was a true hospital, not the engineering workshop turned surgery that Hook presided over - nodded at him with a warm smile and motioned him to follow.
Without a word Prowl followed the soft blue, white and red Iaconian femme. Her easy sway was a built-in design to make her attractive and her movements smooth and flowing. It was similar to the way Jazz moved, but less overtly enticing. Her sway was more soothing; intended to keep attention on her and off whatever brought a mech to this place.
"Have you ever been around Jazz right after he's been repaired?" she asked as they walked down a hallway.
"No." Prowl admitted quietly. "He seemed very distressed when he left though."
"I have little doubt. You'll be fine until you get him to your quarters, which I recommend doing as quickly as you can manage," she said. "When he feels safe he'll curl up and try to processes what happened. It won't be easy. Just hold him, let him be, try to make him feel safe. It's been a long time since he's had anyone to really help him through the processing stage of what his coding does. We do our best, but he doesn't really trust any of us."
"I understand." Prowl nodded. "From what I have seen he does not trust many."
"No, his coding makes it very hard for him," she nodded, pausing outside a door. "Telling the difference between real trust and function-produced trust is difficult at best. He settled the way most of his caste does, by not truly trusting anyone, not even himself."
New insight for Prowl to consider. "I'll do my best to make it easier for him, if he will allow."
She nodded and opened the door. Ratchet was there, as well as Jazz, still in medical stasis. They were all were silent as Prowl entered and the med-tech closed the door.
"I don't know why he trusts you, but if you break that trust, I will break you," Ratchet growled in warning. "You're repairing parts of him that were broken before I ever saw him."
"I have no intention of breaking the trust that Jazz has given me." Prowl sighed, sparing a glance for the medic before his optics locked on Jazz, taking in the repairs. "How bad was he?"
"Good," Ratchet reached to disengage the medical stasis. "He got off relatively light this time, at least for who he was with. The real damage is from using his talents to shatter a mechling's grasp on reality. That's damage that I can't repair."
Prowl nodded, attention still on Jazz as he watched the silver mech's frame come slowly to life, wishing with all of his spark that it was under different circumstances that he was being reunited with his lover.
There was a rush of tension across Jazz's frame, then it suddenly loosened as the visor lit.
"Hey babe," Jazz smiled warmly at Prowl. "Hi doc," he greeted Ratchet, who just grunted.
"Jazz." Prowl sighed softly in return, moving close enough that the edge of his field, full of love and welcome, could brush against the smaller mech and held out a hand, waiting for Jazz to come to him if he wished. He was well aware of the way Ratchet watched them, but didn't care. He had nothing to hide from the medic, and on a level it was nice to know there were others that were at least protective of Jazz, even if they as helpless to stop what was going on as Prowl.
Jazz's hand was in his almost immediately as the minibot sat up.
"So does this mean I'm out of here?" Jazz looked at Ratchet.
"Yes, get going, just try not to strain those repairs for a few joor," Ratchet huffed.
"Sure thing, doc-bot," Jazz grinned and hopped down to lean against Prowl. "What say we get back to our berth?"
"I think that sounds like a very good idea." Prowl nuzzled at the top of Jazz's helm gently before looking over the minibot at Ratchet, making sure that he was really releasing the smaller mech.
"Go already," Ratchet shooed them off. "I have work to do."
Free of the medical wing Prowl led the way back to their quarters, quiet but with all of his attention really focused on Jazz, allowing the first hints of how happy he was that Jazz was back with him to begin to bleed into his field. He felt the giddy relief Jazz felt flow back, along with the oily, foul darkness that had crept into him from the last decaorn's work.
Prowl studied the darkness, calm and accepting as he guided Jazz in the door and locked it behind them, finally turning to face the minibot again. "Well?"
He'd barely gotten the word out and Jazz was welded against him, shaking, all pretense of being okay gone. He was grateful for Prowl's presence, but the rest was a horrid, sticky infection that had festered for vorns and was only now beginning to heal by being exposed and expunged.
"J-just hold me, 'k?"
"Here, I'm here." Prowl murmured softly, holding Jazz against his as though the minibot wasn't already practically a second layer of armor.
A few kliks of peace, quiet as he allowed things to settle just a bit before Prowl shifted them both, moving in the direction of the berth and rest. Jazz made no resistance to the shift, moving where he was guided. He allowed Prowl a moment to settle before curling up in a protective ball that Prowl instinctively curled around just as he would a sparkling in danger, shielding him with his own heavier armor and greater mass.
"How could Soundwave do that to a youngling?" Jazz eventually sobbed. "That mech was racking up kills before he was old enough to interface!"
The Praxian holding him managed not to flinch, but it was a close thing. Prowl knew how it tore at Soundwave to reprogram a mech. He'd been close enough after those shifts, recharge cycles where the host would simply latch on to Prowl and hold on to him like he would never let go, and how the symbiots would be close, silent support against the distress.
A youngling though...it was enough to break Prowl's own spark, and he had never even seen the one being discussed. Not having an answer to give Prowl settled for holding him tighter.
"Only reason I can even manage is knowing they'll get the help they need here," Jazz rambled. "I wish there was a better way. A way to give them a chance at a real existence that didn't involve me doing that to them. A mech ... when they finally break, it's a snap, not a gradual thing," he quivered as memories from various times began to mingle. "They're sorta coherent one moment, the next it's like a really bad viral trip."
"With you in the middle of it." Prowl commented softly as he let love and what peace he could find wind around Jazz, wrapping him a blanket of acceptance and encouragement. Wanting him to talk, and to know that Prowl would listen to whatever he wanted or needed to say.
"Yeah," Jazz shuddered. Something deep inside him snapped loose. A tension that had been around so long Jazz didn't remember existing without it melting away in a flow of smelter-hot pain that cleansed what it left intact. "Those mechs have a life now, because of what I go through, what I do. Even Ratchet admits it's the best option we have."
Pride, agreement, relief from Prowl as he felt the disappearance of the tension he hadn't quite known existed. "And I have the feeling that Ratchet does not soften his opinions to make them easier to hear."
Jazz chuckled. "No. He doesn't keep them to himself either." He snuggled in and let out a low, soft vent. "Probably the worst part? What Black Echo does when it's over ... he gets off on it, a lot, but it really does help bring me back to reality. The contract, the familiar sub-profile ... and it's an excuse to send me to Ratchet to make sure I come out with my processor intact."
The mere idea that Jazz might not come back from what breaking did to him was enough to send a shiver of fear through Prowl. He held his thoughts on the SIC, choosing instead to focus on something else. "We are very lucky to have someone as skilled as Ratchet."
"Yeah, we are," Jazz murmured. "I'm luckier to have you. Something worth fighting for, worth coming back to."
"Yours." Prowl answered, letting the feelings that Jazz had first convinced him were all right to feel spread over Jazz. Thankfulness that for Jazz and for the fact that Jazz would allow him to be that, a blending of everything that Jazz did for him. How much he loved Jazz, no matter how much the mech hated himself sometimes.
"Sometimes," Jazz whispered, barely daring to say it. "Sometimes I wish I could have a little piece of that with me, always."
A shiver went through the Praxian, the implications far deeper than the words as he held Jazz against him, the hint of desire of his own not entirely contained as Jazz pressed against him.
Relief at not being immediately or completely rejected rippled through Jazz as he let Prowl have time to really process what he'd said, what it implied.
It was quiet as Prowl nuzzled gently, affectionately at Jazz, struggling with his own inner demons, his fears and his hesitations, his love for Jazz, and the love that still existed for the ones he had been forced to leave behind.
Finally with a soft vent Prowl pulled the smaller mech against him, taking a moment to make sure there would be no confusion on Jazz's end as to how Prowl felt about him as he flooded mixed EM with love and joy and his personal regret.
"Love you Jazz. So very much. But now...with everything, I can't." A great deal of it was selfishness, and Prowl knew this. But he didn't want to do anything that would cause a rift between him and the smaller mech.
Jazz replied with warmth, love, affection, desire ... and gratitude. He shifted, uncurling enough to kiss his lover. "That's more than I hoped for," he admitted softly. "Much more."
Prowl nudged at him, stealing another kiss. "Forgive me?"
"Always," Jazz deepened their kiss and relaxed into the easy arousal of being close to his lover. "And there is nothing to forgive."
The soft complimentary purr of Prowl's systems as he teased back, clearly willing to give Jazz almost anything the mech wanted, needed. "Thank you."
Jazz nuzzled him, nuzzled his throat, then began to kiss along the sensitive cables. "Help me overwrite what I just did with what I was designed to do?"
A whimper escaped Prowl at the attention to his neck, and desire that he not realized had been building while Jazz was gone welled up in him. "Yes." Prowl murmured, "Please."
A moment of coherent thought and Prowl opened a comm line prefaced with a respectful request for attention and directed to Farsight.
::He needs a bit more attention?:: his CO's voice sounded amused.
::I think it would be beneficial, sir.:: Prowl replied.
A soft chuckle. ::Then I will see you for your next shift. I'll comm you if we have an emergency, but you're of more use if your processors are on your work and not the state of your lover.::
A brief flash of guilt- Prowl hadn't thought he had been that obvious while Jazz was gone- before Prowl answered and ended the connection. ::Thank you sir.::
Business complete he kissed Jazz thoroughly. "And now I am all yours."
"Good," Jazz shivered in anticipation of reclaiming the acts of his function from the dark places of his last job.
Prowl had to go to his shift, but Jazz hadn't felt like moving. He still hadn't felt like moving when Prowl returned and insisted he at least drink some energon before settling down to hold him for the evening and recharge. Another shift left Jazz alone, but feeling much better. It usually took him decacycles to be ready to be seen in public again. Two orns was a real record.
A long, thorough cleaning, polishing and self-detailing later and Jazz ventured outside his quarters.
Prowl would be off shift soon enough, and for as much time as he had been out of touch with the rest of the base it was time that Jazz could use to catch up on all of the gossip that Prowl hadn't had the time to share with him, and all of the gossip that Prowl wouldn't have found out anyway.
Music reached his audios, echoing from the common rec room and an indicator that some mech had probably gotten the idea to throw a random party.
Jazz grinned and slipped inside, taking a moment to pick out who was there, how overcharged the crowd was and the general mood.
It seemed to be a general mix of mechs and femmes, those who were off duty and looking for something to relieve the boredom and tension of living on a military installation in a largely destroyed city. Someone had even managed to find some mild highgrade and was willing to share, to judge from the overall mood.
Or make highgrade, Jazz amended as he spotted a couple of the better home brewers and grinned. Skyhigh's brew always made for a great party. The Aerial had a real talent for making it just strong enough to relax a mech without getting them completely overcharged before the evening was half done.
With a grin Jazz made his way over to the bar to claim a cube and begin to catch up on the gossip and his social contacts ... and get spiked a few times by needy mechs.
The party was in full swing by the time the tactical unit went off shift and wandered in, Prowl all but dragged there by his co-workers. He'd eventually given in when Farsight had said that Jazz was there. He immediately looked for his lover and smiled to see the silver minibot between a mech's legs, eagerly sucking him off. Even he could tell Jazz was making the mech's orn, and he knew Jazz well enough to see the pleasure Jazz was taking in it.
Content that Jazz was occupied and well for the moment, Prowl took a seat with a Trailbreaker and Quickwit, figuring that Jazz would find out he was there soon enough and join him if he wished.
Discussion quickly turned to a mech that Trailbreaker had taken an interest in, a newcomer to the base with a similar history.
"Hey lover," Jazz purred before climbing into Prowl's lap to drape himself across the frame he loved to pleasure the most.
"Jazz." Prowl greeted him, wrapping an arm around the silver mech in welcome and not at all surprised to see him with several colors scrapes from various mechs he'd interfaced with there. ::Feeling better?::
::Much,:: Jazz snuggled into the hold before he stretched up to claim a hungry kiss.
::Glad to hear it.:: Prowl sighed, dragging out the kiss and not caring at all that is was in front of an audience. ::Any idea for the reason behind the party?::
::Just one of those 'we're board, Skyhigh has a fresh batch of high grade' ones,:: Jazz grinned, his engine purring at the contact as his hands mapped out Prowl's chassis, even though he knew every bit of it. When the kiss broke, Jazz's helm went down so he could nibble on Prowl's throat.
Prowl moaned, optics going dim as he simply enjoyed feeling what Jazz could do his frame, savoring every touch and letting Jazz feel the pleasure he was causing. He had no intention of letting this go much further, no matter how revved up Jazz made him. Not in front of his co-workers at any rate. The kissing and light pleasure though, he couldn't find it in himself to care that he was making something of a spectacle of himself in front of everyone. Jazz was enjoying it far too much, and so was he.
Conversation flowed around him, unheeded. His designation had not been used and neither was there any tone of alarm to draw his attention.
After a few more kliks Prowl came back to the present abruptly as the music changed, the the abrupt difference in frequency making his sensor wings flinch in initial surprise before settling as Prowl compensated for the input.
"Babe?" Jazz lifted his face from Prowl's neck to look him in the optics.
"Wasn't expecting the music change." Prowl explained quietly, twitching one wing for emphasis and explanation before he leaned for a kiss. "Sorry."
"Aw, poor thing," Jazz shifted his focus on 'soothing' the offended wing. "It's got a good beat though."
"Going to dance?"
"Love to," Jazz claimed a kiss, moving to get down only to realize Prowl wasn't planning to follow. "Dance with me?" he asked, his hands extended for the larger mech.
Prowl took hold of one hand, but only to pull the smaller mech closer for another kiss. ::I would prefer to stay here and watch. I am no dancer.::
::Aw,:: Jazz pouted into the kiss. ::I bet you'd be good at it. You have great balance and poise.::
Prowl laughed, breaking the kiss and nudging Jazz gently in the direction of the impromptu dance floor that had been cleared. ::Find us some music for me to try in private and I will consider it next time.:: He promised.
::Deal,:: Jazz winked his visor and twirled off to claim a dance partner who was more willing, and would make a good show for Prowl to enjoy.
"Mech, if that wanted my attention, I'd do whatever he wanted," Quickwit managed to say, her systems running hot after the nearly breem-long display Jazz and Prowl had made.
"Hm?" Prowl looked at her, then shrugged a little, amused. "He'll have more fun with a real dance partner. Probably wouldn't say no if you are interested."
"I'm sure you're right, but it's not the same," she shook her head. "He wants you, no duty about it."
Golden optics wandered back to where Jazz had finally found himself a willing dance partner, following the smooth motions of the sleek silver form with full appreciation. "I know."
"Is he always like that?" Boomerang asked. "Always putting on a show."
"When he is in this sort of mood, yes. He likes what he is and he likes being admired for being good at what he is." Prowl answered, optics never leaving the scene on the dance floor that was starting to attract more attention that just his. Even though Jazz was only dancing, he was erotica in motion and carried himself with a shameless ease that was designed, right down to the spark that had been called, to draw all attention to him and make those watching want him.
"What's it like, having that whenever you want him?" Smokescreen asked, his tone more than a touch overcharged.
Prowl sighed softly, considering. He knew there was so much more to Jazz than many others got to see, the spark of the mech who was more than just a pleasurebot. More than just the facade he kept in place, the Jazz that meant so much to Prowl.
Instead he looked at the dancing mech on the floor again and allowed himself a small smile, knowing that he had so much more than any of them. "Amazing."
All conversation died when Jazz's dance moves went from enticing to seductive with a focus on the mech directly in front of him and behind him. When his hands moved from caressing his own frame to sliding along the spike covers of the two mechs an electric charge went around the room.
"You really don't mind watching him with others?" Quickwit managed to ask.
"No." Complete honesty in the answer, Prowl enjoying the show as much as everyone else. "This is how Jazz is." And Prowl loved him for being himself.
"Then he shouldn't mind sharing either," Smokescreen purred as he leaned over, his hand landing on Prowl's leg a bit too high to be friendly.
Prowl twitched, processor taking a moment to piece together everything that was happening before he sighed. "Smokescreen. No."
"Aww, come on Prowl," Smokescreen's voice was slightly staticky as he leaned closer, his field expanding with raw desire. "I'm not a pleasurebot, but I know what a Praxian likes."
"Not interested." Prowl said clearly, not responding in any other way to the mechs advances. He really didn't want to cause a scene with the other mech in the middle of a party that had been going so well. He knew he could push the other mech off him, even take him down any number of ways, and the rest of the unit was now paying at least some attention to what was happening between their two newest members.
"Not even in a proper spiking?" Smokescreen trilled softly, his frame shifting to press against Prowl's as his mouth found Prowl's neck cables. "I know he's not much of a dom, and I bet neither are you."
Before Prowl could push him off Smokescreen went stiff, then screamed in pure agony before being yanked away and to the floor.
"Mine," Jazz stood over him, Smokescreen's sensor wing still in his hand and crimped in a particularly painful way that caused little actual damage.
Prowl almost felt sorry when he saw the angle of Smokescreens wing. Even if it didn't leave much damage, the painful sensation would linger for a couple orns without some attention, and from the bright shock in Smokescreen's optics this was the last thing he had expected.
From the expressions of most of those around him Prowl could tell it was pretty much the last thing that any of them had expected.
"Jazz." He called, attempting to divert the minibot's attention before things got any more out of hand.
The effect was instant, Jazz's face snapped up to his, then he let Smokescreen's sensor wing go and took the couple steps to his lover. "You okay?" he asked softly.
"I'm fine." Prowl assured him, field flaring out to reinforce the statement, calm and composed. ::I have dealt with the attention before. It has just been a while since any of them dared to touch me while they were propositioning me.::
::He's seriously overcharged,:: Jazz shrugged before remembering to close his valve cover. "But I think I'll stay with you anyway," he added and climbed into Prowl's lap as Smokescreen pulled himself off the floor with the assistance of Boomerang and a chair. "If you're taking him to medical, make sure they know it's because he couldn't keep his hands to himself," Jazz added with a soft growl.
A shake of his head and Boomerang help a shaken Smokescreen away from his attacker.
Prowl sighed and shifted in his seat, arranging them both to be more comfortable. "You know you are always welcome." A moment of thought. "Is Ratchet not as forgiving then?"
Jazz snickered. "Of getting hurt because of overcharged stupidity and coming in for pain and no real damage? Not a chance."
"I thought not." Prowl murmured, amused as he reached for his half finished cube of highgrade, relaxing a little more as the party started to flow around them again.
"Where did you learn to do that, Jazz?" Farsight asked with simple curiosity.
"Applied knowledge," Jazz shrugged before snuggling against Prowl a little more. "I did have to learn to protect myself once I was on my own. The same upgrades that help me spot where a touch will feel good also tells me how much pressure will be too much."
There were nods of appreciation from the rest gathered around the table at the secondary use for his upgrades, and a flare of pride and approval from Prowl as well as he kissed Jazz's helm lightly. The table settled back into pleasant small talk, or little talk. They all had Prowl's general tendency to stay on the sidelines and watch. Eventually though, Jazz's small touches and mounting arousal was signal enough for Prowl to excuse them for the evening.
He barely got the door closed and locked when Jazz pushed him back, against the wall, his field hungry and dominant in a way Prowl hadn't felt before.
"Jazz?" Question around Prowl's immediate response, desire and arousal flaring in answer to the sudden change in his lover.
"Want you," Jazz shuddered in his own desires and he stretched up for a kiss as his hands moved down the Praxian's chest. "Want..." his voice cut off with a burst of static as his function protocols objected. "Want your submission." He forced out.
"Yours." Given freely and willingly as Prowl's entire body language went submissive, inviting his lover to do as he pleased.
Jazz groaned, shuddered at the offering that was his to give being given so willingly to him. A gentle tug brought Prowl to his knees, gave Jazz the height advantage, for the next kiss where Jazz's glossa demanded entrance.
Prowl moaned, welcoming the kiss and following Jazz's direction, fulfilling the silver mech's wants eagerly. Letting go with the mech that had reminded him that it was all right to not be in control all the time. Trusting the mech he loved to know his limits and not to cross them.
Hands found Prowl's valve cover, sharp claws curled against it, scraping against the sensitive metal as they demanded entrance while Jazz plundered Prowl's mouth.
Immediate obedience, the cover sliding away to grant the access Jazz demanded as Prowl whimpered, wings flaring slightly. He could feel Jazz's ventilations, harsh and fast. The flare of the smaller mech's field as he indulged in a desire, possibly for the first time.
"Good mech," Jazz whispered as he broke the kiss. He tipped Prowl's chin back, exposing his throat to Jazz's mouth.
"Yes." Prowl whispered, begging and offering, loving what was being done to him and waiting eagerly for direction, instruction. He gave a wordless cry when his valve, slick but untouched, was suddenly full in a single hard thrust and Jazz bit down on a main energon line.
Surprisingly strong hands closed on Prowl's shoulders, pushing him into the hard thrusts coming up. Despite the appearance, Prowl could feel it in Jazz's field that those hands were as much to keep his lover focused, a part of the fantasy, as they were intended to pull Prowl into each thrust.
It was that field, even more than the physical touches, that caused Prowl to moan. The fantasy-high, a bliss that was hardly physical, dominated Jazz's field and pushed into Prowl's hard.
This Jazz was so different from what he was used to that all Prowl could do was give in, to submit to what was being pushed at him and to fall into the bliss Jazz was providing. Jazz's overload came first, crashing through the silver mech in a maelstrom of satisfaction he was wholly unprepared for.
The energy slamming in Prowl raised a cry from the Praxian, his entire frame quivering on the brink of release
With a growl Jazz continued to thrust through his overload and reached one hand back to stroke one of the sensor-rich points of the wings spread before him and flat against the wall. Sensitive wing input pushed Prowl into overload, calling Jazz's designation in bliss and wonder, EM field pushing back into the smaller mech with a desire to share what was welcomed.
As they came down, Jazz's forehelm came to rest against Prowl's. Their vents pumped out superheated air while they recovered.
"Wow," Jazz managed to gasp out.
"Certainly different." Prowl murmured in agreement, holding Jazz against his chest as they came slowly down from the high together. "Not that I am objecting at all," he kissed Jazz's helm softly.
"I can feel that," Jazz tipped his face up to claim a lazy, sloppy kiss. "Thank you, lover."
"My pleasure." Prowl purred, finally recovered enough to tease gently, though with complete sincerity, before initiating another kiss.
Jazz hummed into the touch for a lingering moment before pulling away slightly. "Berth?"
Prowl nodded, letting go of the silver mech. "I like the sound of that."
With a playful wink of his visor Jazz spun around and danced backwards, his hands outstretched for his lover and a broad smile on his face as he led the way.
With a groan Prowl got to his feet, laughing as he finally found his balance with a flare of his wings, and made it quite clear how much he appreciated the graceful movements of his lover as he followed willingly. By the time he reached the berth he'd had the delight of watching Jazz fall backwards onto the plush mattress and sprawl with impossible grace into a most enticing pose.
The high, playful mood was contagious and Prowl stopped just out of reach, looking down at Jazz, optics bright. "Now what I supposed to do with you?"
Suddenly a look crossed Jazz's face that Prowl could only classify as nervous plotting.
"Educate a virgin on how you like to interface?" Jazz's voice trembled slightly.
"I could..." Prowl murmured leaning over Jazz with his sensor wings flared in full display. "Or we could play some more..." A hardline port opened in invitation, a hopeful glint in his optics.
"Anything you want, lover," Jazz purred, reaching up to slide his arms around Prowl's neck before they exchanged hardline cables. ~You're always good.~
Pride and a hint of shyness as Prowl kissed him, bits and pieces of a fantasy that had been teasing at Prowl flowing across the connection between them, and a quiet prodding for what would please Jazz. He received more than he could have ever imagined. His lover had been sparked to interface, programmed to explore it fully and learn it all and gifted with a curious, adaptive, loving spark.
Jazz offered up a memory block that could take a lifetime to explore, indexed and cross-referenced with extensive tags to make for easy access.
As Prowl downloaded it all, he also realized that he'd only been given those fantasies that worked for his frametype and mass relative to Jazz.
~Jazz...~ Soft whisper of wonder still at the fact that Jazz wanted be with him, was willing to defy everything that would keep them apart, and wanted to share this with him.
He offered up a more complete picture of what he had imagined- his wings and his valve at Jazz's mercy, asking Jazz to dominate again before Prowl pinned the smaller mech to the berth and worshiped Jazz's frame as he deserved.
The jolt of desire/pleasure/yes was answer enough, but Jazz pulled him down into a kiss anyway. ~I like how you think, lover.~
A happy purr as Prowl leaned into the kiss before breaking off and tugging questioningly at the hardline, his entire frame quivering in anticipation since Jazz had agreed.
Jazz chuckled, stole a quick kiss and unplugged their chest-to-chest cables so they could move. Gentle, firm hands guided Prowl to his hands and knees, then moved to reconnect their primary hardline plugs with a surge of anticipatory desire.
~Beautiful,~ Jazz murmured as he shifted back to look at the frame kneeling before him, the exposed valve and spread wings. ~I'm going to taste you first.~
~Anything.~ Prowl offered, sensor wings flicking and flaring, enticing. The hard rev of Jazz's engine felt good, as did the flare of desire across the hardline. The desire he felt from Jazz as Jazz shared what he was seeing, feeling, experiencing, as he slid his fingertips lightly around the slick entrance to Prowl's valve was erotic in the extreme.
Prowl whimpered softly, frame quivering as he held himself still, desire flaring in response at the pleasure Jazz was deriving from the sight, the feel of him. Not of a valve slick and ready to be taken, but of Prowl's ready and eager one.
A low, quiet moan drifted from Jazz's vocalizer as he took his time, exploring every minute detail to record away for his later reply.
~Love you, Prowl,~ Jazz shivered as he lightly pressed a single finger into the opening.
~Jazz.~ Moaning, blissful response, wanting more but loving the slow torturous pleasure that Jazz was inflicting upon him. ~Love you.~
Slowly, still feeding Prowl all his data and feeding himself as much from Prowl as he could, Jazz lowered himself to replace his finger with his glossa. Slowly he swirled it around the slick entrance, tasting their mingled fluids and teasing every sensor node he found.
~Love you. Want you. Jazz.~ Prowl moaned, shamelessly encouraging Jazz in any way he could, feeling what Jazz was feeling secondhand and feeling what Jazz was doing to him firsthand and rapidly loosing the ability to do anything but feel.
By the time Jazz slid his spike in they were both trembling, lost in the shared sensations. When hands found wings it was all Prowl could do not to overload right then.
Instead he forced himself to focus on the skillful glide of knowing hands on his wings, of the wonderful sensation of Jazz filling him, of the heated weight of his lover covering him in a way he had only ever dreamed about.
All of it acknowledged, felt, shared with Jazz across the hardline and through fields merged so deeply they blurred.
When the overload came, it was a rolling tide, pleasure as emotional as it was physical lapping up on them, through them. There was no telling for either of them what sensation came from who, no need to work it out. It was nearly as complete as a full spark merge, and both mechs gladly fell into the union.
How long he was lost in bliss, lost in Jazz, Prowl didn't know and for once didn't care to try and figure out.
~Jazz?~ Affection, contentment, and a deep love sent along every connection with the question.
~Right here,~ he purred affectionately in reply without any effort to prompt Prowl into figuring out where he was or what was going on. Thanks to his pleasurebot protocols, Jazz had never completely lost track, but he was more than content to snuggle up with his lover as they drifted back to full reality.
~Amazing.~ Prowl murmured, making sure it was very clear who the compliment was directed towards. ~Thank you.~
~You're welcome, lover,~ Jazz nuzzled the back of his neck. ~You're wonderful.~
A soft purr from Prowl as he relaxed, still blissfully content as he finally took the time to look at the files Jazz had sent him as Jazz carefully shifted to snuggle against his chest, allowing the Praxian to hold him.
~I don't expect to do them all,~ Jazz offered. ~It's just my fantasy file for our mass difference. What I want when I trade favors with another pleasurebot.~
~Thank you.~ Prowl smiled, kissing him gently. ~I like knowing what you really enjoy.~
~I hope you find a few things in there that work for you too,~ Jazz melted into the kiss and pressed closer, his field rich with contentment and pleasure. ~It really works best when you're enjoying it for more than just to please me.~
~There is.~ Prowl reassured him, having already noted several things that caught his interest. ~And you know how much I enjoy you. Just you.~
~It's mutual,~ Jazz murmured and snuggled in, content to rest his face against Prowl's throat and feel the hum of the Praxian's systems against his frame and across the hardline. ~Are you enjoying your work here?~
~Still adjusting some, I believe, but yes. It is very different, having others I can work with who have more interest than their own personal gain at spark .~ Prowl sighed softly, wrapping an arm around Jazz to hold the mech. ~Even if some of them do not seem to understand how I feel about you.~
~My own caste can't understand us,~ Jazz pointed out gently. ~I can hardly blame others for not getting it. It goes against everything my kind are supposed to be.~
~Including that little display at the party?~ Prowl asked, curious. ~I think you managed to surprise everyone.~
Jazz ducked his helm, shame flickering along with a fierce determination. ~That ... I shouldn't have been able to do that. Can't ... won't regret it. He had no right to paw at you like that.~
Prowl kissed the top of his helm, prodding gently, questioningly at the shame. ~I don't want you to regret it. I don't want you to do anything that is going to cause you pain either. Smokescreen will come to accept my choice. Or at least learn to keep his hands to himself.~ He held Jazz tighter. "Yours."
~I hurt someone who didn't ask for it,~ he explained the shame. ~Even if he deserved it, and I didn't damage him, it goes against coding and socialization. It's not good for a pleasurebot to have a temper,~ he added, then tipped his helm up for a kiss. ~If you want their attention, like you want to be with Soundwave, I'm okay with that. When he kept at you after you said no ... it triggered something.~
Prowl considered that, thoughtful as he kissed Jazz. ~Something you do not like.~ He concluded.
~It's anti-social to be violent,~ Jazz shrugged. ~A bad rep in my function and you starve, tortured by your programming for lack of jobs. So no, I don't like having that kind of response.~
Prowl hummed softly in understanding, nuzzling at the smaller mech's helm. ~As long as it doesn't trouble you too much in the present, I doubt you will face that kind of problem here. As you pointed out, I did tell him no, and you have made it rather clear that it is only towards me.~
~It's not a problem, it's just embarrassing to remember,~ Jazz assured him. ~I'm not afraid it'll hurt me that much. It's just ... embarrassing, you know?~
~No, I don't.~ Prowl murmured, sounding regretful of the fact.
Pleased amusement trickled over the hardline. ~Lucky mech. That's something to treasure.~
Prowl sighed, still sorry that it was something that bothered Jazz that he could not understand. ~If you say so.~
~I say so,~ Jazz murmured with a kiss. ~Innocence is a precious thing. Still miss Soundwave?~
A sharp vent from Prowl, optics flickering off and barely contained grief and longing flared from the Praxian. ~Every orn. If you weren't here with me...~
~You'd make it, but you have me,~ Jazz assured him, stroking Prowl's wings comfortingly. ~I'm here and I'm not leaving you.~
Prowl shook his helm, wings trembling just a bit, convinced that the silver mech was giving him more credit than he deserved. He'd changed too much from that mech that Jazz had first met vorns ago, that one that had continued to function by learning to not care.
~Hey, have as much faith in yourself as I have in you,~ Jazz said gently but firmly. ~I don't trust easily. I don't offer my spark to just anyone.~
~Thank you.~ What he asked...was difficult for Prowl, a mech whose self worth was so often tied in to the approval of others. ~I am the one who does not deserve you, but thank you.~
Jazz hummed and nuzzled him. ~We'll work on that self-esteem. I'd never offer myself to a mech who doesn't deserve me. You're worthy, Prowl. Of me, of Soundwave. Of everything that makes you happy.~
Prowl pulled him close, kissing him. ~You make me happy.~
~You make me happy too,~ Jazz moaned into the kiss. ~You feel so good.~
Hands traveled down Jazz's side, suggestive as they traced over plating and dipped into armor seams. ~How good?~
~Very good,~ Jazz purred, pressing into the touches and returning them as he stretched up for a kiss. ~Love you. Want you.~
A soft growl as Prowl granted the kiss but owned it, glossa demanding entrance as the Praxian rolled, pinning the smaller mech beneath him as his field flared, full of desire and need.
Jazz's response was instant and reflexive, but also pure in its honesty. Absolute submission as he relaxed his frame and stretched out, his wrists crossed above his helm, was mixed with intense, spark-deep arousal.
Prowl's tactical computer finally finished phrasing all the fantasies Jazz had given up and provided Prowl with its report, both summary and detailed. As varied as the scenarios had seemed, those tagged 'best' all contained two elements in common: Jazz at the absolute mercy of his lover and that lover focusing on Jazz's pleasure in the guise of using him.
A moment of planning was all Prowl needed to integrate the new information, reaching up to secure Jazz's wrists with one hand while the other began to tease down the silver mechs side, finding all of the sensitive gaps and spots in the frame that Prowl knew very well. His lover was more than happy to oblige with moans, pressing into the touches as he squirmed in desire. Across the hardline Prowl was blasted with just how intense 'best' meant to Jazz as his lover all but lost his ability to process anything but the desire coursing through him.
The kiss lost its desperate edge, though none of its intensity as Prowl growled softly, possessively and finally moved to share attention to Jazz's face and neck as their fields meshed firmly for the building interface.
More of Prowl's attention shifted to Jazz, his powerful processor focused on the smaller mech, recalling everything that he knew pleased and pleasured Jazz, drawing from the information he had been recently given, and focusing all of it on the single goal of bringing Jazz pleasure for once.
Every response was noted, filed away as Prowl's free hand dove into Jazz hip, seeking the wires and sensors there that had always gotten such a beautiful response from his lover when played just right. Jazz did not disappoint, his entire frame going taunt with every touch as his cries caressed Prowl's audios and the hardline fed every blissful sensation right to Prowl.
"So beautiful." Prowl moaned, catching Jazz in another kiss as he abandoned the joint, moving to press over the smaller mechs valve covering. ~Give.~
Without hesitation Jazz spread his legs and brought his knees up as the cover snapped open, allowing Prowl's fingers to slide forward against the valve's entrance. The thickness of the lubricant coating left no doubt just how ready Jazz was. Neither did the desperate little sounds and intense blast of arousal over the hardline.
Prowl moaned, frame quivering at the intense emotion from Jazz layered over his own desire and arousal, fingers circling and teasing at the valve in way that tortured them both for a moment before Prowl pulled away, drawing a whimper from Jazz at the loss.
Back arched and wings flared wide, Prowl looked down, systems working furiously. "Jazz."
"Please," Jazz's voice was nearly a whine, desperate and needy as he rocked his hips upwards, seeking more contact. "Prowl."
"Look at me." Prowl asked quietly, field pushing into the smaller mech with how much the single, simple request meant to Prowl.
Immediately the visor snapped its focus to Prowl's optics, the hardline reinforcing that Prowl had Jazz's absolute, undivided attention from every sense, every relay in Jazz's processors and his entire frame was Prowl's.
With moan Prowl thrust into Jazz, planting a gentle kiss on smaller mech's helm before just focusing on watching Jazz's expression, of listening to the smaller mech and looking to drive him into absolute bliss.
Jazz did his best to maintain his optic focus on Prowl's optics, but by the forth thrust the pleasure spiraling out from his valve and his spark was too much. His chest arched up and helm fell back with a resonant moan. Even as his valve squeezed and rippled around Prowl's spike, Jazz's chest plates split apart and his spark chamber spiraled open.
~Please, love you, want you, want everything,~ Jazz chanted incoherently.
~Yours.~ Prowl whispered softly, chest plates opening to expose his spark and sinking down as their sparks reached out and meshed, each desperate for the other, for the pure pleasure of the merge. Everything else fell away, lost to the joint bliss that overwhelmed everything but the exchange of how happy the other was.