Fandom: Transformers G1/Bayverse
Author: gatekat and starshield on LJ
Pairing: Jazz/Prowl, Prowl/Soundwave
Rating: NC-17 mech/mech
Codes: Slash, Sticky, Spark, Tactile
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 40: To Heal a Spark

The Matrix of Leadership hummed and thrummed in his chest, at least as excited for this meeting as the black and white Praxian beside him. The Lord of Praxus was anything but happy to be hosting this, but he was not about to refuse his Prime, and Optimus couldn't particularly care if the royal was happy. The ruling class a large part of the problem he still faced.

With a firm will Optimus turned his thoughts to the now. To Prowl, who was vibrating with excitement. To Soundwave, standing barely ten paces away and facing the love he had waited so long for. To Jazz, who had found his peace with the orn, even if it was an uneasy one for now.

He'd merged with each of these mechs, knew them deeply and knew how deep the devotion and love ran.

The road before them did not promise to be an easy one, and they all knew it. But it promised to be a good one, one blessed by Primus, and meant as an example of the way things should be.

Proof against all of the prejudice that had been allowed to form and led to the system that had in turn brought about the unrest that had almost been the destruction of them all. Proof that a mech or femme could move beyond themselves with desire and drive.

And proof that love was not limited by caste or status.

The five Decepticon commanders behind Soundwave, including the new and untested Winglord of Vos, shifted uneasily at being so close with their weapons disabled. Even fully armed, every single one of them knew the odds of any of them making it out with their sparks was slim if things went bad.

Only Soundwave was calm.

The giant host, his symbiots all docked and transformed so their optics glowed brightly at the gathering before them, retracted both mask and visor. A simple act that caught all three Autobot guards by surprise when it registered that those optics where the pure white of a High Priest.

Optimus could feel the desire to kneel, to submit, in Ironhide. The aggression in the twins that was their was of dealing with contradictory desires.

It was Prowl that held Prime's attention. The shiver that passed through him, the wild anticipation only just kept in check.

As much as the Praxian simply wanted to fall into the embrace of the host and forget the rest of the world around them, to ease desire and need that had been building for vorns, this was something at the moment that was beyond just them, even if they were the catalyst.

Instead of giving in to what he wished, Prowl settled for what he could do. "Soundwave. We have come, as you requested."

The host visibly gathered himself, his field pulsed before he withdrew an object from his subspace. Smaller than Soundwave's palm, and the Matrix recognized what Optimus did not.

It was Soundwave's legal ownings; a formal record of his status, properties, servants and all fidelities and tithes owed to him. Created in the time before digital was completely accepted, it was still how inheritance was handled among the nobility and royalty.

Prowl's optics flickered in surprise. He'd known there would be a pledge of loyalty, but nothing like this. He felt the private smirk across his bond with Jazz and realized that his lover had known this was coming.

With no more hesitation Soundwave stepped forward and knelt, bowing his helm deeply before his love.

"Prowl. My spark has longed for yours since I called it forth," he spoke the words, forcing them out without his usual cadence as yet another sign that he submitted to Prowl. "Your bonded has granted permission to court you. As a token of my intentions, I offer you my sigil. Should we bond, all I am is yours to command."

There was time long ago that those words, and he meaning and truth behind them, would have reduced Prowl to a helpless mech. One struggling like so many around him to resist the urge to kneel before some his better and still in shock that it was a High Priest of Primus submitting to him.

But Prowl had changed. He could feel the support of his Prime and his friend. He could feel in his spark the acceptance of his bonded, and the support that was given out of love and of Prowl and the desire to see the Praxian happy. He had even grown in his acceptance of his rank; that he was a commander of mechs and of status himself no matter his origins.

Prowl took a step forward, hand covering Soundwave's in acceptance without taking yet. "Since we were parted mine has yearned to return to you. I accept, that when we bond everything will be made right."

At this range, Prowl could feel the flux and flow of Soundwave's field. The anticipation, the arousal, the intense desire to do more than kneel before the one he had fought so hard to protect.

~Prowl: Soundwave's love. Take the sigil,~ Soundwave pleaded.

~Sooner you accept, the sooner he can finish his part,~ Jazz prodded gently, knowing full well that Prowl was enjoying being this close to Soundwave.

Finally Prowl took the sigil, lifting it from Soundwave's hand reverently, feeling what little weight there was to it and privately amazed that something so small could be so significant. It took all his will not to moan at the thrill and desire pulsing in Soundwave's field as the host stood to face the Lord Prime.

"Optimus Prime: Soundwave's forces are the Prime's to command as we agreed."

"You have done well, High Priest Soundwave," Optimus' smile was easily heard in the rumble of his powerful voice. He stepped forward, retracting his own battle mask to meet his long absent servant as Prime and High Priest, rather than warrior to warrior. "Welcome home. Introduce your lieutenants."

While Prowl heard it all, knew each of these Decepticons by their profiles and most from personal experience, he allowed his battle computer to record it all, from who they were now to the exact terms of the cease-fire that would be officially in place while Soundwave courted Prowl. Unofficially, everyone knew, or was starting to piece together that Soundwave never really was a loyal Decepticon.

~Focus, lover,~ Jazz teased him, trying to keep him from drifting off too much. ~It's almost over. Then you can jump him.~

~I know exactly where I am and what is going on love.~ Prowl answered, simple fact in his words and deep affection for his bonded. ~And you know I would not do that in front of everyone.~

No matter how much Jazz could feel that he wanted to. It would be enough just to be able to touch him again, with the focus mostly off of them.

~You didn't warn me that he was planning that.~

~I sorta did,~ Jazz hedged, though it was still in good humor. ~He wanted to surprise you, just a bit. I think he wanted to feel your honest reaction too,~ Jazz quieted, even across the bond. ~I don't think he ever anticipated that we'd bond, at least not before you two did. It's still a shock when I think back to what I first was ... to have come so far without loosing myself in the process.~

~Jazz ... you aren't planning to stay in our quarters,~ Prowl said as it dawned on him.

~I've had you all to myself for over a century,~ Jazz reminded him gently. ~You deserve a few orns together, just the two of you. Get caught up. Make sure it's still there for you. Make sure this is still want you want. What he wants. Then we'll deal with the practical side of sharing you.~

~Jazz...~ There weren't words that Prowl could find for what he wanted to say. The love he felt for the mech who had given him everything, including a reason to live when Prowl believed there was none.

Thanks from the very center of his spark for the continued giving that Prowl did not deserve, asking so much of his lover and bonded.

~Love you.~

~Love you, Prowl. My Prowl,~ Jazz felt the possessive desire flare inside him, but more than wanting Prowl for himself, he wanted Prowl happy. Learning to share him with another mate was an acceptable price for the love of a mech who asked so little of him. ~Enjoy his attentions. I'll be close if you need me.~

"Prowl:" Soundwave caught his attention as the group of twelve turned to walk into the beautiful city. "Jazz: location?"

"Watching." Prowl answered softly, not even attempting to try and pinpoint the exact location of his occasionally elusive bondmate. He fell into step behind Optimus but closer to Soundwave.

~Jazz: how difficult is sharing Prowl?~ Soundwave asked gently, very carefully keeping his contact to the uppermost layers of Prowl's thoughts.

~Very.~ Prowl admitted, having seen this fact many times during merges and knowing how possessive the smaller mech was of him when it came to a second mate. He'd encouraged Prowl to find casual lovers if any caught his optic, even though none ever had, but when it came to something serious, Jazz was entirely too against it. ~He has made arrangements to stay elsewhere for the next few orns.~

And Prowl was going to look into that as soon as he had a chance before he got settled in, determined to make sure that his bonded was going to be looked after.

~Prime, the twins and Mirage,~ Jazz answered the thought. ~Different methods, but equally good at keeping me distracted. I'll be fine, love.~

~It is very generous of him,~ Soundwave encouraged Prowl to send the comment along. ~As your bonded he has every right to keep us separate until the bonding is arranged. Ravage made sure he understood his rights as first mate.~

Prowl hesitated for a moment, then sighed softly to himself. ~Soundwave thanks you for your generosity.~

~Glad he appreciates it,~ Jazz replied, though there was less snarkiness than the words implied. ~I just want you happy,~ he murmured as Prowl was shown to his suite, one situated next to Prime's do to his rank.

~I am.~ Prowl answered Jazz, the sincerity clear in the bond as he nudged against the silver mechs spark with affection before returning his attention to what was going on in his immediate vicinity and felt the bond mute to nearly the level they used when Jazz was working.

~I will be back shortly, my love.~ Soundwave caressed Prowl's mind as he followed the servant to the quarters assigned to him.

He nodded understanding at Soundwave, knowing the telepath would pick up on the fact that Prowl would wait however long it took for him to see what he needed to accomplish done.

Prowl took a moment to settle the mute around his spark, the sensation of Jazz there and yet removed had never really been easy to deal with and still took a moment of adjustment on Prowl's part.

Finding himself still alone, Prowl took the opportunity to look around. Praxus had changed little in the time that he had been away. Neutral status had protected it from the worst effects of the war, and it was still very much as he remembered.

He frowned a little at another thought. Prime was going to have his hands full dealing with many of the neutrals once the peace was official. They were not going to welcome the changes he had in mind as those who had suffered through the war on a daily basis.

His thoughts continued to wander along that path, already picking out those who were most likely to cause trouble and devising ways to deal with the trouble. Or even better, head it off before it started.

The sensation of Soundwave's amusement drew Prowl from his thoughts.

~Should Soundwave give Prowl more time to plot?~

Amusement at his own expense from Prowl as he turned to greet the host. "I think there are better uses of my time now than devising plans for things which may never come to pass."

His optics swept over the host, taking in every detail and noting everything that he had not had the time to notice before. The symbiots had been left in Soundwave's quarters, at least for now, leaving the host with the unique appearance of full limbs and an empty chest, only the rib struts indicting he had also been freshly repaired from helm to pede. Not just freshly detailed, but repaired from heavy damage.

"Megatron: difficult to deactivate," he explained quietly.

Prowl nodded in understanding, stepping closer but not quite touching. They had all suffered from this war, the repairs before him just the most recent tangible reminder.

Finally his gaze traveled up to meet the hosts, no longer hidden behind the red visor. "But he is gone and you are here."

"Affirmative," Soundwave actually purred as he knelt to bring them close to optic level. "As is Prowl," he reached out to caress Prowl's cheek plates softly with a thumb, almost afraid it was an illusion before him, or he had extinguished in stasis and this was the Well.

It was enough to drive Prowl the rest of into the hosts arm, holding on to Soundwave tightly as the hosts ribs closed gently around him. "Missed you so much."

~Soundwave: missed Prowl greatly as well,~ he shivered faintly and closed his arms around his long-absent lover before picking him up to walk to the berth room.

The Praxian curled against him reflexively, field already reaching out to brush against the Soundwave's, remembering and desiring but unsure of what it was going to find. He was keenly aware of how much had changed in the time they had been parted, even if his love for the mech that held him was the same.

Desire flared brightly, wrapping Prowl in want nearly as strong as Jazz's as Soundwave gave a sub-voc rumble of arousal and sat on the berth. ~Prowl: talk or pleasure first?~

Prowl stretched up to claim a kiss, hands already tracing along ribs struts in perfect recall. ~Talk later.~

He wanted this, wanted the images and the feelings and in his memory to be right and accurate. Wanted to feel that way again with Soundwave.

And he allowed all of that want to shine through, clear and unmistakable.

Soundwave groaned at the intensity that matched his own and returned the kiss with all the passion in his spark for the mech in his arms, in his lap. Without hesitation he extended several tentacles to stroke along Prowl's chassis and tease the seams while his hands went for Prowl's elegant sensor wings.

~Prowl: so beautiful, my love,~ he trembled with need to feel Prowl's pleasure and the hot flash of his overload.

Prowl moaned into the kiss, Soundwave's reach on his wings bliss in itself as hands stroked and teased at the sensitive plating and wires. There was nothing to compare this too as he offered himself willingly, wanting to be lost in the pleasure, wanting to please and to share.

~Love you.~ Simple truth and completely honesty. ~I never stopped.~

Even if he didn't deserve the love of the one holding him, Prowl had never stopped loving Soundwave.

~Prowl: deserves love,~ Soundwave said firmly. ~Prowl: deserves Jazz. Prowl: deserves Soundwave. Prowl: deserves happiness. Soundwave: blessed by Prowl's loved.~

Both frames trembled as the knowing touches drove Prowl's charge higher. Their fields intertwined, their minds nearly so, Prowl felt every sharp flare of ecstasy his own pleasure caused in Soundwave as the telepath immersed himself in the bliss that was Prowl's pleasure.

Prowl would argue later, but words were a secondary consideration to the Praxian now, perfectly content to be lost in the feel of lover's mind and their shared pleasure as overload washed through him.

Over him Soundwave's moan echoed, mingling with his own as the pleasure echoed between them. As Prowl relaxed, coming down from the overload, he could feel that Soundwave hadn't yet, though he was close.

~Prowl: spark?~ Soundwave's request was a plea.

The Praxians chest plates parted in offering, blue spark already pulsing eagerly and joyfully at being so close to a treasured touch denied far too long.

~Always.~ Prowl answered.

Soundwave stilled, staring and taking in the sight even as his chest plates parted. Slowly he leaned down, brushing their coronas as their mouths met once more.

~Love,~ Soundwave's spark sang across the new connection, along with the offer/desire to share fully; not just pleasure but also as many memories as Prowl wished.

~All of it is yours.~

There was nothing that Prowl wanted to hide from the large mech, except for perhaps his own shame when had given up on Soundwave without proof, and his grief had driven him to desperate measures.

But even that would be offered for the host's inspection, for his knowing.

He would not hide what Jazz had done for him. Would not hide the joy and light the silver mech brought into his life. But neither would he hide how much had missed Soundwave, or how much joy it brought him to be reunited.

It was all laid out for Soundwave.

In return, Prowl felt the host dismantle firewalls older than Prowl, revealing Soundwave's functioning in blocks of a thousand vorns or so, newest to oldest. The battle with Megatron. Taking over the Decepticons mech by mech through logic, fear, blackmail and flat out reprogramming so he'd be able to end the war once Megatron was gone. How badly he'd needed the support of his symbiots in the vorns Prowl had been with the Autobots. The deepening fears that Prowl would no longer want him.

~Always want you. Always need you.~ Prowl assured him as he accepted everything that he was shown without judgment, accepted the actions and reasons and never thought less of the mech before because of them.

Gentle redirection to how much Prowl needed the mech that balanced the rest of him, how slightly off Prowl had felt the entire time they had been apart and how everything was starting to even out once more.

Love and need that was unconditional, given without demand of anything in return save the unspoken plea that Prowl never be forgotten or left.

~Never!~ Soundwave spark cried in denial of the very possibility. ~Never, love,~ he trembled in agony at the very idea and poured his love, devotion and need out. Memory sharing drifted down to the subconscious level as the pleasure built to blinding levels.

It didn't matter which one of them fell first, the lines between them so blurred that as soon as one dropped into the bliss of the overload the other was there too. Pleasure, love, joy- it echoed between both mechs as sparks rejoiced at touching once more.

Prowl drifted slowly into awareness with a brush of affection from Jazz before the bond was muted once more. Then Soundwave's field, still woven with his own, claimed his attention. Contentment, pleasure, relief ... but particularly joy flowed over Prowl as he finished cycling up.

~Soundwave's Prowl,~ he trembled in joy at the words, at sharing them with Prowl.

~Hmmm.~ Prowl hummed softly, not completely processing yet as he basked in the joy all around him, pure happiness that appealed to his spark after the stress of fear.

Amusement and affection flowed between them at Prowl's state, as did Soundwave's small flush of pride at putting him in that state. Despite the growing physical arousal, Soundwave remained content to hold Prowl close and stroke him affectionately.

The Praxian purred, leaning into the touch as his spark sang. ~Missed this.~

~Soundwave, missed this as well,~ he murmured, all his affection and desire for Prowl's happiness and pleasure flowing with the comment. ~Prowl: desires energon?~

The Praxian stretched up, kissing softly at Soundwave's neck and face. ~If you have some, I would share it with you.~

A low rumble of amusement and flicker of a tease between their fields preceded Soundwave extending one of his larger tentacles for a cube of fine Praxian solar mid grade for them to share.

"Prowl: drink," Soundwave said gently but firmly.

Prowl snuggled around until he was comfortable before accepting the energon and purring with appreciation. While the Autobots had never really lacked for quality energon and the faction was home to some of the best home brewers, energon like this had been a rare treat. Making all the more special for having it now.

Another sip and Prowl held it up, offering to share with his lover.

Soundwave accepted the cube and savored it, his pleasure much higher than Prowl at the slide of such quality energy across his glossa. Even as the Decepticon TIC and a mech with blackmail material on almost everyone, he rarely enjoyed such a treat.

~Prowl: prepared to deal with Meister's injury?~ Soundwave asked gently, pressing the feeling that Prowl was free to say no.

A faint shudder ran the length of the Praxian's frame at the recall of memories that he still danced illogically around whenever he could, choosing to focus rather on the fact that Jazz had returned from that final mission safe to him.

A moment then to gather himself, reaching out through still twined EM fields that calmed his spark and his processor with the reminder of who he was with.

~Yes.~

~Prowl: desires to deal with Meister's injury?~ Soundwave asked, offering as much support as he could.

No. No, Prowl did not want to relive that pain. But it was holding him back, something that he refused to allow to continue. It had, was still, causing Jazz distress. With Soundwave he believed he could face it, could move forward.

He offered that, his trust and belief in the host. ~With you.~

A small nod of understanding and Soundwave stroked him gently, soothing the stress away. Gently, ever so gently, he wove his mind into Prowl's, providing both support and driving force to delve into the pain, to understand it, and, they hoped, to banish it.

The first thing Soundwave prodded for was whether the pain centered on Jazz or on being penetrated.

It was not around Jazz, Prowl's spark knew his mate and knew that Jazz would never subject him to something like that. It wasn't even the physical act, though it was tied far more closely to the pain. It was the idea of being helpless once more, being taken against his will, of all of the potential loss with that memory and the mental and physical pain that was associated with what had happened.

Soundwave considered all the angles for several long kliks, taking the memories apart in his own way and with the knowledge of one who used the technique to help break more than his share of prisoners.

~Option: removal of memory and linked files. Option: enough experience to bury the memory.~

Prowl leaned into the mech, considering the options that he had been presented with. The idea of loosing his memory, any of it, with how his processor and battle computer worked, was deeply disturbing.

The alternative would not be entirely pleasant, at least initially, and would even though it would leave him with his memories it could take much longer.

Finally he vented softly as Soundwave continued to stroke him. ~What would you do?~

~Meister: no longer a threat. Soundwave: would remove Prowl's memories of that pain. Removal: quicker, cleaner, more realizable, less painful.~

Prowl quivered, still uneasy with the idea, but- ~I trust you.~ Permission, as much as he could manage.

~Prowl,~ Soundwave tipped his face up, forcing Prowl to meet his optics. ~Memory removal: easier option to Soundwave. May not be right option for Prowl.~

~I do not like the idea of forgetting, even that which was unpleasant.~ Prowl admitted. ~Help me...bury it instead? Make it so that I do not recall that when I am with those I love?~

~Soundwave: would be honored,~ he murmured and kissed Prowl gently as the half-finished cube of energon was placed on the berthside table. ~Prowl: desires control or to submit?~

To submit was to give up a degree of control, but that was how Prowl was by nature when it came to personal relationships, and in this it was by his choice.

~Submission. Remind me that it is good.~ He begged quietly.

A heady rev of Soundwave's engine greeted and answered him, as did the flare of desire in Soundwave's field. It was brought quickly under control, but it was enough to tell Prowl just how much his lover desired him and enjoyed his submission tremendously.

~Soundwave: is honored.~

A gentle kiss was drawn out, slowly turned passionate as Soundwave's glossa sought to map out every atom of Prowl's mouth.

A moan escaped Prowl as he melted against Soundwave, relaxing into the touch, the kiss, trusting and open at the moment as he enjoyed being truly desired; treasured and wanted for himself. Large, strong hands caressed his chassis. Tentacles of half a dozen sizes came from Soundwave's frame to stroke his legs, his sensor wings, his throat ... and his spike cover.

A shiver and a moment of tension at the touch, Prowl's entire frame seizing for a second before relaxing again, focusing on other touches while that one settled again. The small tentacle continued to caress his spike cover, teasing, encouraging, trying to draw a moan from Prowl.

~Soundwave loves Prowl,~ he moaned, trembling in desire almost too hot to control. He wanted to bury his spike deep in Prowl, to feel the tight heat and pleasure it brought his lover. To control Prowl's hips to draw out the pleasure as long as they could stand it. Yet it would be breems before he would dare to. First would be to relax Prowl, re-earn his trust, then stretch him even more than their first time.

~And I love you.~ Prowl whispered in answer, focusing on kissing Soundwave, on feeling all of the touches and finally allowing his attention to settle back on the one touch- and relaxed into that one as well.

Gradually the pleasure and lack of resistance in Prowl caused the lock to open and the panel slide open. With a gentle touch, Soundwave's tentacle brushed over the tip of Prowl's spike, the only part available to be touched at the moment.

A moan of pleasure from Prowl as he pressed into Soundwave. ~That is still good.~ Prowl purred.

~Good,~ Soundwave rumbled in return, his own spike beginning to ache behind its panel. ~Soundwave saw how much Prowl enjoyed Jazz's mouth and valve around it in Prowl's office. How intense it felt.~

As he continued to coax the spike to pressurize, a small tentacle slid lower, to curl against and caress the valve cover.

~Very.~ Prowl admitted, agreed, as his spike pressurized into the touch that spiraled around the extending length of sensor-rich metal. Hands dropped to caress along Soundwave's ribs, the shivers running through his frame those of pleasure.

Soundwave fed on the pleasure, on the memories of Prowl and Jazz's intense devotion, as most mechs fed on friendships and attention. ~Prowl: so beautiful in pleasure.~

The rush of shyness and doubt that Prowl always felt, even now, when told that.

~Not.~ He argued as he always did, moaning at the touch on his spike and the pleasure rippling through him. Another shiver and an Prowl looked up, focusing on Soundwave and catching the hosts attention. ~Soundwave.~

Granted the undivided attention he was asking for Prowl looked into the brilliant white optics, optics that had once terrified him until he had come to love them, and his valve cover slid away.

A tremble passed through Soundwave's frame at the trust offered. It always humbled him, whether from Prowl or a stranger. The tentacle, smaller than Jazz's finger, simply stroked, softly and lightly, along the platelets and sensor nodes lining the rim of Prowl's valve. For now, he sought to give pleasure and ensure that Prowl's valve was slick.

A soft whimper from Prowl as his hands tightened on Soundwave at first, gradually releasing when his lover did not react except to continue the soft, repetitive touch. Gradually Prowl started to move again as well, hands stroking along ribs struts and shoulders again.

With a deep, resonant moan Soundwave uncoiled the tentacle to stroke the inner rim, just inside Prowl's valve. Penetrating, but only just, as the tentacle sought to coax lubricant from the rarely-used valve.

With each stroke tension flared through Prowl, but it also died away more quickly with each change as well. Prowl's field revealed not fear, but deep with trust and love. Slowly his valve started to respond, not resisting the touch and gradually growing slick.

A slightly thicker tentacle joined the first to gently press inward, its movements carefully calculated to coat itself thoroughly before pressing fractionally deeper.

The addition drew a soft moan from Prowl as the first sensor nodes in his valve were caressed, the difference, the reminder of pleasure like easing the way and smoothing over doubts and bad memories.

Surrounded by a field full of care and love, Prowl actually started to desire more.

It was too much for Soundwave and his spike cover snapped open, allowing his thick spike to pressurize between them. He made no further move to use it however, knowing that even if fully aroused Prowl would need much more stretching to take him in without pain.

Thus a third tentacle joined the efforts on Prowl's valve. This time with enough mass to press against the valve walls and begin to stretch them, readying them with smooth strokes and careful attention for the large spike that wanted in so badly.

~Good.~ Prowl moaned, soft sounds of pleasure accompanying the statement. His hands, under his control, reached down to run lightly over the large spike, testing the surface and feel. The hot flare of pleasure-desire-please crashed into him from Soundwave, the giant's frame trembling with need.

~More?~ Prowl made the submissive request, but true all the same in the asking.

Soundwave sucked in a deep draught of air and trembled as a fourth tentacle eased into Prowl's slick, hot valve. Every tremor of the valve lining traveled down the tentacles to drive Soundwave closer to the edge of his control.

A soft keen of want and pleasure at the stretch, a brief moment of wonder from Prowl that he could forget this feeling and how badly he craved it.

Hands continued to stroke the Soundwave's spike as Prowl pressed back into the touch, begging for more. ~Want you. Trust you. Take please.~

Offer. His offer. Different, all different, and all the difference.

~Yes,~ Soundwave trembled as he withdrew the tentacles and shifted to kneel, his legs together. With tender care that belied how desperate he was, Soundwave lifted Prowl and spread his legs to straddle Soundwave's. ~Love,~ he moaned without shame or reservation as he guided Prowl down until the head of Soundwave's thick spike just began to press between the soft platelets and into Prowl's valve.

~Love you. Want you. Please.~ Prowl repeated, lips pressing against Soundwave's as his entire frame trembled in the large mechs arms at the first stretch of the spike, his only thoughts recall of Soundwave and all of the pleasure from this between them.

It was all Soundwave could take. Knowing Prowl was physically ready, the knowledge that he was mentally ready drew a rumble of desire from the big mech before he pressed Prowl's hips down and rocked his own up. The stretch and slide of the valve around his spike was exquisite, but far more was the intense pleasure it drew from Prowl.

A keen of wanting pleasure, of welcome as Prowl grabbed onto Soundwave and held, loosing himself in the wonderful sensation that he had not felt since they had been parted.

Willingly giving himself to Soundwave, trembling from want and need and desire that spilled into everything between them, accent to the one constant between them all.

Love.

Despite Soundwave's best efforts at self-control, he only managed to keep the rocking slide slow for a few thrusts. Then the charge was simply too high. The next thrust was strong and deep, driving the tip of Soundwave's spike against the top of Prowl's valve when he brought the Praxian's hips down hard.

~Soundwave.~ Bliss shot through Prowl's entire frame, centered on the pleasure from his valve as he reached up, desiring and receiving another kiss before the next thrust drove him to overload, quickly followed by his lover. Neither were particularly aware of laying down or powering down for recharge, but protocols written long ago in Soundwave ensured that Prowl ended up in a comfortable position.