Author: gatekat and starshield on LJ
Pairing: Jazz/Prowl, Prowl/Soundwave, Prowl/Ratchet
Rating: NC-17 mech/mech
Codes: Crossover, Slash, Sticky, Dub-Con
Summary:
Disclaimer: The authors are only playing with their own twisted muses. Transformers belong to Hasbro. Fandom-side, check the inspirations page (gatekat-fics ./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 34: Drinking Confessions
Ratchet scanned his entry room, checking one last time that everything was ready for his regular guest. Quality high grade, plush chair for the Praxian, soothing music playing softly in the background were all in order. Normally it wasn't nearly this big a deal, but given it was Prowl's first attempt to be away from Jazz when the pleasurebot performed his function, it was a critical one for the new and very strong bond.
The pair had been almost frightening compliant with his instructions, always fueled and with a reasonable amount of recharge given the circumstances. He still would have preferred a longer bonding leave, hence the invitation to Prowl for the orn.
The polite ping at his door announced the arrival of his guest.
Ratchet sent the command to open as he walked over to greet Prowl, hopeful that the evening would go well. He looked up and down his guest, his medical scanners active by default.
"Good. Fueled, rested and you finally have your finish in order," Ratchet nodded as he stepped back and let Prowl in. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"
Prowl nodded in greeting as he stepped in, door closing behind him, and relaxed. "We believe so. And best to find out now, when things are quiet, than later when my full attention may need to be focused on something else."
"That we agree on," Ratchet guided Prowl to the sitting area and offered him a cube of better-than-normal high grade when he was comfortable. "Some of Sideswipe's special brew. Smooth but very strong."
"So drink it slowly and enjoy it." Prowl commented, amused and reading between the lines easily as he settled in a chair and accepted the cube. Not that Ratchet hadn't seen and dealt with him completely overcharged before, but that was not the point of this visit. There was no point in wasting top-notch high grade on gumming up his processors.
"So, you've recovered much faster than I thought possible," Ratchet prodded gently, just to see what Prowl was willing to say.
"Recovered?" Prowl repeated, looking for a little more clarification as he took a sip of the high grade and sighed in appreciation. As troublesome as Sideswipe could be at times, there were few who could match him when actually choose to turn that processor of his to something productive.
And, though few seemed to realize it, the silver Bladebrother was just as much of a perfectionist as his golden twin. The evidence was in Prowl's hand and currently warming his systems pleasantly.
"Oh, from that thing that made you curl up in a processor lock and panic when you cycled up without Jazz hardlined in your systems," Ratchet gave him a hard look before taking a long, slow drink from his cube, savoring the sweet, smooth slide of the fine brew down his intake.
Prowl shuddered at the mere memory and stopped himself from doing his host and the high grade the disservice of chugging it all at once. Instead his free hand rose to rest over his spark, the act unconscious on his part. "The bond helps a great deal, and Jazz stopped me from doing anything that could not be undone."
"It was over Soundwave," Ratchet was fairly sure, but wanted confirmation. "Over being the one to arrange his destruction."
"Yes. There was a short time when I was quite ready to not cycle up again from recharging." Prowl admitted, trusting Ratchet to not overreact to the confession as he took another sip of the high grade to settle himself. "The idea that he was permanently deactivated was more than I was able to face, even with his promise."
"His promise?" Ratchet forcibly shut down the screaming medical protocols about the suicidal state being admitted to.
"That Primus would not part us permanently and that we would be together again, here or in the Well of Sparks." Prowl looked at Ratchet. "I never really left him."
"I gathered as much," Ratchet nodded, his voice understanding even though the statement chilled him. "Why defect then? Why the act?"
Prowl thought about it, shifting his cube of high grade and watching the energon move as he worked out how to explain it to someone who had not been in the middle of it. "Iacon was the breaking point, though it had been building before then. We decided I could do more to end the madness here as an Autobot than as a Decepticon. I was also not as safe from Megatron's wrath when something went 'wrong'. I needed out, and he needed to stay. It was the only way to make it convincing on all sides."
"Just how much as Jazz been keeping you together before this?" Ratchet asked quietly. "It hurts like the pit to be separated from someone so important to you, even worse like this when you have to lie to almost everyone."
"A great deal. Jazz was in on most of it from the beginning. And it is easier since there is a purpose to what I am doing." He offered Ratchet a small smile. "Having someone to talk to where I do not have to act like I despise him constantly has helped too."
Ratchet hummed and sipped his energon, his processors going furiously. "Does Prime know? About you and Soundwave and ... what is Soundwave doing over there?"
"At the moment? Waiting, planning, and trying to keep Megatron and Starscream under control. Prime knows about Soundwave, or so I have been told. How much he knows about the plan I do not know, though I was planning to speak to him soon, if I could see him." Prowl sighed. He did need to find out what Optimus knew and fill in any gaps, with the way that things were progressing.
A low huff said exactly what Ratchet thought of the level of control of those two mechs. "Okay ... what's keeping those two nut-jobs functioning if Soundwave is on our side?"
"Shockwave." Prowl answered, tone taking on a stressed note. "He has to be eliminated before Megatron and Starscream. Then Megatron can be neutralized, hopefully without everything falling apart."
The medic huffed but shuddered in understanding. "That one-optic menace is the bane of every real medic's existence. Only Knock Out is worse for us, but that's a professional thing. Shockwave's just a messed up scientist. Can you tell what Jazz is up to without feeling it?" He went for a new, less disturbing subject for them both.
"A scientist with a plan and an agenda of his own, from what little we can find out." Prowl agreed, then looked curiously at Ratchet as he considered the question and not following the apparent subject jump. "I can try. Is that important?"
"Not really," Ratchet shrugged. "Just helpful in assessing how well you're both blocking the pleasure."
Prowl hummed thoughtfully, setting his high grade down on a convenient table as he focused on the bond between him and Jazz, reaching out across it in an attempt to find out what Jazz was doing. Pleasure slammed into him, even muted by Jazz. The stretch of a thick spike filling his valve, the intense, so very Jazz-like pleasure of another thick spike down his intake. Hands, large and strong, digging into his hips while others stroked his sensor horns as they held his helm in place
Prowl's entire frame jerked in response, a needy whine coming from his vocalizer as he twitched in his seat, his own frame demanding to feel what Jazz was feeling, even if his lover was half way across the base and occupied at the moment.
He grabbed the arms of the chair, the small part of his processor that was still concerned with such matters mortified by reacting this way in front of Ratchet, even while the rest of him decided it didn't care so long as something was done about the desire and the pleasure coming across the bond.
"Prowl?" Ratchet's voice reached his foggy processors shortly before the older, larger mech reached out to place a firm hand on Prowl's shoulder. "Come back to me, friend."
"Please." A pleading whimper as the Praxians valve cover snapped open, frame leaning into the touch on his shoulder. It wasn't Jazz, but it was someone he trusted, and after opening the bond so wide he couldn't stop feeling what Jazz was feeling. It was driving him crazy.
Ratchet hesitated, but all his sensors were telling him the same thing; it would be cruel to refuse. The flare and heat of Prowl's field dragged a groan from the medic and primed all his interface systems.
"I'm sorry," Ratchet murmured as he drew Prowl to stand with him, then guided them to the floor with Prowl on top of him. His spike was already extended and fully pressurized, eager for the valve so close to it. "Take what you need."
The Praxian needed no further prompting, sliding back on the spike with a keen of pleasure as sensor wings flared impressively above him as he moved, motion matching the pleasure flowing across the bond. It was a hard pace, almost punishing, but oh so blissful to feel Jazz's ecstasy while he mirrored the minibot's experiences.
A deep, rumbling moan vibrated up from Ratchet as the mech captured every nuance of the display above him into a high-rez memory file. It was rare to have such a delicate mech interface with him, no matter the circumstances.
"Beautiful," Ratchet murmured as he reached up to caress Prowl's frame, eventually reaching his spike cover. With a light caress he offered to pleasure that too.
The offer was accepted in an instant, spike pressurizing into Ratchet's skilled fingers as Prowl sank farther into the pleasure now originating from his own frame and joining the sensations flowing across the bond. Without thinking his hands started moving over the medic's frame beneath him, seeking to take Ratchet with him.
Ratchet's ventilations picked up quickly as much from what he was seeing as what he was feeling. He'd seen Prowl in nearly every state, from furious to delusionally overcharged to broken to content and happy, but he'd never see him beautiful before. Riding a spike with such absolute need in his field and features was enticing in its rarity for the older mech and Ratchet found it impossible not to be willingly swept up in it.
The Praxian's hands moved with greater intent, seeking to drive the other mech to action. "Please." Prowl pleaded as he tried to match the level of feeling he was getting over the bond.
It took Ratchet a moment to grasp what he was being asked for. With a growl he rolled them over, careful of Prowl's long, delicate sensor wings, and pinned the smaller mech before he began to thrust hard and deep, mimicking what he was sure Jazz was receiving. The effect was immediate, Prowl crying out in pleasure as his hips rose to meet each thrust, holding on to Ratchet as his field flared in reaction, pushing into the other mech to share the pleasure.
"Yes. Yes. Please, yes," Prowl chanted as Ratchet focused on holding himself back as he ground and drove into the lighter-built mech below him.
"So beautiful," Ratchet rumbled and leaned down to claim Prowl's mouth, thrusting his glossa between parted lip plates to ravage the orifice beyond.
Prowl moaned, acknowledging the compliment as he welcomed the attention, so perfect in the moment. The floor scraped his sensor wings lightly when each thrust rocked his frame. The roll of Ratchet's hips ensuring every single sensor in his valve lit up with each powerful thrust. It was exquisite. It was as close to Soundwave's dominance as Prowl had felt in over ten vorns and Prowl welcomed it, all of it
His hands moved over Ratchets frame, paying extra attention to the medic's chest when that earned a positive responds before moving on. Chest to shoulders, moving down to the medics arms teasing every joint ad sensor he could reach before finding Ratchets hands.
The moment Prowl's fingers rubbed over the strong white hands Ratchet's head was thrown back with a keen and shudder of intense ecstasy. The thrusts and roll of Ratchet's hips became more desperate, his overload reaching nearly undeniable levels when Jazz's overload slammed into Prowl.
The shared feeling set off a cascade, Prowl pushed over the edge by Jazz's overload and the Praxian's overload flaring into Ratchet, finishing the medic's control. With a roar Ratchet overloaded, filling Prowl's crackling valve with highly conductive transfluid.
Prowl keened, almost falling offline between his own overload and Jazz's. He did fall back to the floor, entire frame going limp as aftershocks sparked over plating and his systems worked furiously to disperse energy and heat build up.
Slowly his processor took over again, thinking functioning returning and physical contentment giving way to embarrassment.
"It's okay, Prowl," Ratchet's voice was far more gentle than usual as he withdrew from Prowl's body, allowing the small pool of fluids held there to spill out onto the floor. "It'll be okay," he repeated as he helped Prowl to his pedes. "Let's get cleaned up ... assuming you can mute the bond now?"
Prowl nodded, part of his processor already devoted to writing coding to deal with the response. What he was working on wouldn't stop him from knowing what was going on, but it would mute how much he would actually feel and his response to it when Jazz was not physically present.
"Sorry. Yes- it's dealt with." Wings were hugged close, outward expression of shame and embarrassment that still plagued him despite Ratchet's reassurance.
"You wrote your own protocols again, didn't you?" Ratchet glowered at him, though it was hard to be very angry with what had happened and Prowl's manner.
Prowl's flinch was a good of an admission of guilt as any. The reaction had been automatic for him, a reflex against something that his processor insisted needed to be dealt with now.
"You can look them over, if you want." He offered in an attempt to pacify the larger mech.
"You bet I will," Ratchet said gruffly, then softened as he guided Prowl towards his washrack. "Com on. You'll feel better when you're clean."
A soft vent of agreement escaped Prowl as went along with the suggestion, thoroughly ashamed of himself but so thankful that what had happened had been in the presence of someone he trusted.