Fandom: Transformers G1/Bayverse
Author: gatekat and starshield on LJ
Pairing: Jazz/Prowl/Soundwave
Rating: NC-17 mech/mech/mech
Codes: Slash, Sticky, 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 42: A Place of Their Own

Activity was all around Prowl as he walked, his sensor panels picking up the vibration of building, of working, of play, of living.

And it felt good.

There were still subtle feelings underneath it all, especially here in Iacon. The war might be over, but it was going to be centuries before things were even close to set to right once more. But looking around, the changes being made were already in evidence, and they were good.

Prowl finally reached his destination, and even after all this time politely pinged a request for admittance. It was his first orn off since they had returned, and both Soundwave and Jazz had pushed him to go somewhere besides his office, whatever site he was looking over with Prime, or either of the quarters he shared with his lovers. Which for Prowl translated into a visit to Ratchet.

The door slid open to an empty entry room, but the sounds of life were strong in here too. Ratchet's distinctive and rarely heard laugh, and the deeper rumble of Skyfire.

::Berthroom,:: Ratchet commed him. ::We're just trading Wheeljack stories.::

::I can come back later if I am intruding.:: Prowl offered as he made his way inside, a small smile on his face at the idea of the Wheeljack stories that the two of them must know.

"I would hate to interrupt a good time." He added for Skyfire's benefit.

"Nonsense," the giant shuttle grinned at him from the berth where Ratchet was lounging in his lap. "I see your Order has sent you away from your work. Come to trade stories?"

"If I have any worthy of being exchanged for Wheeljack's latest mishap." Prowl agreed, quickly infected by the prevailing good mood as his sensor wings twitched in amusement. "And yes, I was informed that I needed to go somewhere that was not work or home."

Ratchet grinned and thumped the berth with his foot. "Plenty of room, come up and sit, but grab some high grade for us while you're up."

"I'm sure you have worthy stories," Skyfire chuckled, his wings fluttering in good humor and greeting. "Between Jazz, Soundwave and the symbiots, you have more chaos-makers than I do."

"Same place where you've always kept it?" Prowl asked, more than willing to fetch enough for all of them.

"Of course," Ratchet waved vaguely in the direction.

"If that is what you are looking for then I am sure I can provide," Prowl smiled slightly as he turned to grab four cubes. "Rumble and Frenzy are certainly taking advantage of the situation to cause as much chaos as they can."

"Stories are always good," Skyfire grinned. "Anything else on your processors?"

"Is there supposed to be anything else on my processor?" Prowl asked, curious as he handed Ratchet his highgrade, handed over two for Skyfire, and settled his frame at the foot of the berth.

"You're here, Prowl," Ratchet chided him. "You only come to me when you're ready to talk about something, even if it's just out of boredom from being locked out of your office."

"Jazz can do that?" Skyfire sounded surprised.

"That pleasurebot is the head of Special Operations," Ratchet pointed out.

"He can. He does. I keep telling him it is an abuse of his power, but I seem to be outnumbered." Prowl explained to Skyfire, then turned his attention to the medic. "And what if, for once, I just came to see how you were doing?"

"Then welcome to the party," the CMO laughed and took an appreciative sip of his energon. "So how is Jazz getting along with the miscreant army that Soundwave's brought into his life?"

Prowl vented softly. "He is tolerating them, for the most part. Soundwave had to tell Rumble and Frenzy to tone it down a little, but it helps that he knew all of them from before. It was a bit of an adjustment for him to realize that either Ravage or Laserbeak is constantly with me, but he likes them better. And they know he is not trying to turn me against Soundwave."

"That's good," Ratchet said and Skyfire nodded.

"Trying to blend a trine, even if it's not a trine like I'm building, is not easy," the shuttle added with sympathy.

"If I'm reading them right, if they were going to be a trine, it would be much easier," Ratchet said with a meaningful look at Prowl. "Prowl's going to be a hub."

Skyfire cycled his optics, his wings twitching as he looked up the term, then twitched again in unease. "They aren't lovers ... won't be lovers?" he looked directly at Prowl.

Prowl vented softly, studying the highgrade even if what he was really considering was his answer. "Because they desire each other? I do not believe so. They ... tolerate ... each other for my sake. I calculate less than a 10% probability that we will all reside in the same quarters a vorn from now. Though I admit my calculations where Jazz is concerned are frequently inaccurate."

And no matter what either of them insisted, Prowl knew that at least for now that was all it was. A tolerance, with him as the only link between them that was binding. A tolerance that Prowl was still very afraid was going to snap and leave him alone.

Skyfire shifted and reached a huge hand to gently stroke one of Prowl's sensor wings in comfort. "Give them time. One hasn't deactivated the other yet. That's actually a very promising sign given how easy it could have been during the war."

"Listen to the Seeker-kin," Ratchet suggested. "He's got it right."

A small shudder ran through Prowl at the idea, especially given the fact that Jazz had admitted to the desire to do so, had actually contemplated and planned it out, on more than one occasion.

"I very much hope that you are right. I am not sure-" Another quiver of his sensor wings under the gentle touch. "I am not sure what will happen if one of them leaves."

Or the recurring fear that both of them, even Jazz despite the bond between them and as strong as it was, would leave him. Having them together like this, even if they were not together, had only reinforced to Prowl his need for them.

"Prowl, you're bonded to Jazz, yes?" Skyfire asked with a small frown.

Gold optics flickered then focused on Skyfire. "Yes, for over a century now. Why?"

"Then look deep," light blue optics bore into him. "You know that mech's very spark. You can know him better than he knows himself. Where in Jazz is even the faintest whisper of being willing to leave you?"

"There isn't. He won't." Prowl knew this, knew it as more than fact, was more sure of it than he was of his own designation. Jazz would never leave him.

"Then stop letting your processor lie to your spark," Skyfire said firmly. "It's the fastest way to break something good. If you trust him, trust him."

A moment of silence as Prowl collected himself, venting softly as sensor wings finally relaxed. "You're right." He murmured softly. "I trust him with everything else. There is no reason to not trust him with this."

"Now if it was only really that easy," Ratchet grumbled from his sprawl on Skyfire's lap.

"It's the start," Skyfire insisted. "Now ... what doubts exist with Soundwave?"

Prowl actually smiled a little at Ratchet. "You know me too well."

He thought about it for a moment, then looked at Skyfire. "I do not doubt either of them. I fear that I may not be enough for both of them."

Not that he did not love them both, need them both with all of his spark. He felt off balance when one of them was gone. But that his love would not be enough to keep both of them with him.

Sensor wings trembled slightly, insecurities that only surfaced in front of those he trusted. "Am I being selfish?"

"Yes, in the same way everyone with Seeker coding is," Skyfire smiled gently. "If you trust them, trust that they won't leave you, then also trust that whatever they need they find in you or with your blessing."

Prowl stared at him, then looked at Ratchet, unsure but wanting to believe with all of his spark what the Seeker-kin was telling him.

"Yes, you have a tiny bit of it. Everything with wings, even non-flight wings, does," Ratchet flicked a hand at Prowl's sensor wings, then glared up at his lover. "That shouldn't be nearly enough to want a trine."

"I doubt it is," Skyfire shook his helm, his expression serious. "But once his spark was set on two mates and not one or three, it would have activated the coding for it. Not true trine coding like a Seeker, but what I have. Even if it's not those two, you'll be driven to need two. But back to the actual point; if you trust them both, trust that they love you, then trust them to do what they need to for that to work. From what I've heard around, Jazz has made it abundantly clear that he's willing to make it work with Soundwave. Soundwave has definitely made it clear he'll do whatever it takes to make Jazz comfortable enough to permit a hub bond to form with you."

And all they needed from Prowl was patience and time. Things that the Praxian had in abundance. Prowl nodded slowly. "I trust them." His spark just needed to remind his processor of this fact.

"Good," Ratchet grunted and downed half his cube in one gulp. "Can we get to better topics now? I was enjoying laughing at other's stupidity."

A flutter of sensor wings, this time in agreement as Prowl gave his highgrade the attention it deserved. "How about you tell me what had you laughing so hard when I arrived, and I will tell you what Rumble and Frenzy did to Red Alert that almost cost them their freetime privileges."

"Deal," Ratchet grinned at him.

Jazz and Soundwave had been right, Prowl reflected as he made his way back to the quarters that were currently home. He had needed to get out of his normal routine, and even if it was not what they had in mind, Prowl's visit with Ratchet and his lover had helped Prowl sort through his own thoughts.

He had reached the conclusion that he loved and trusted both of them, and if they were willing to try and make it work for his sake then he was willing to wait as long as it took until they could come to an arrangement that suited them all.

Maybe he could even tell them both this at the same time. He keyed in the code to his door, wondering if Jazz would have made it back from his work for the orn.

~Never went to work, love,~ Jazz sing-songed across the bond with loving affection as the door opened. ~Sounders and I had a lot to talk about.~

"Prowl: welcome home," Soundwave looked over his shoulder from the couch, his perfectly white optics shining with his greeting.

~Really?~ Prowl asked, sending love across the bond along with the inquiry that had no bite. He smiled at Soundwave. "Soundwave. Should I be concerned that it seems the two of you are already conspiring against me?"

"Affirmative," Soundwave deadpanned to the ringing laughter of Jazz beyond him.

"Come on and sit, love," Jazz chuckled. "We've talked, so now it's your turn to hear it."

The little bit of initial tension drained from Prowl, the overall good mood relaxing him as he settled into a seat positioned so that he could see both of them with ease. "I am very eager to hear what you have been discussing."

"Where do you want to start; living arrangements, recharge arrangements, interfacing arrangements or what we have planned for you after you're caught up?" Jazz purred.

"Why don't you just start at the beginning of the list you gave me?" Prowl suggested, the feelings he was getting across the bond from his mate at the final item making his decision for him. He knew Jazz, and that sort of feeling usually meant Prowl was going to be able to concentrate on little else besides what was being done to him, or what was going to happen to him.

Jazz snickered. "Okay, Sounders and I have decided that the best way for us to move forward is to find a place big enough for all eight of us, but with two master berthrooms. Eventually one can be converted to something else, but for now, we live together, but not together."

"Designation: Soundwave," he corrected.

Prowl twitched in amusement, since once Jazz settled on a name for someone they were usually stuck with it, no matter how much they disliked it. It was also something Jazz only did for those who'd become important to him, be it in a good or bad way.

"A very logical solution." Prowl commented, seeing no downside to the arrangement or the plan.

"So the idea is that you'd spend every other night with each of us, modified by work schedules since all three of us occasionally work nights or odd shifts," Jazz continued when the first part met with approval. "I know there will be times we all stay in the same berth, but it's not the plan for a while. Not until I'm less territorial."

"Very reasonable." Prowl murmured, understanding traveling across the bond. If this arrangement was what Jazz needed, just having them all in the same dwelling would be a great peace to Prowl. He readily admitted that it was far, far more equitable than he ever anticipated it would be for vorns. He could feel the effort Jazz was putting into this too, pushing himself to make Prowl happy.

"Now, interfacing is no more restricted to the berthroom than it is now," Jazz purred, trying to suppress his need to be held and reassured that he was doing enough. "And no more restricted by who you're spending recharge with than now either."

"I would hope not." Prowl smiled and held out a hand to Jazz, not missing the need as invitation flowed across the bond with how happy Prowl was. Prowl didn't miss the smile of approval Soundwave offered him as Jazz scrambled into his bonded's lap and snuggled close. The drain of tension and stress was palpable in the room.

"Prowl: questions before we continue?" Soundwave asked.

"No." Prowl answered, hands moving soothingly over the Jazz's back in an automatic act that comforted them both after so long. "The plan seems very well thought out and very feasible with a high chance of success. I see no reason to change any part of it yet."

"So now," Jazz was beginning to purr, contentment and pleasure radiating off him, along with a growing teasing amusement. "Sounders and I..."

"Designation: Soundwave," he interrupted, only to received a playful glossa stuck out at him.

"Decided that you need to be a little more decisive at times," Jazz's grin got wider. "So we're going to ask you to choose what happens tonight, in detail."

Prowl twitched in surprise, sensor wings quivering slightly. "I-what?" The Praxian looked from his bonded to his lover and back again. "Me?"

"Affirmative," Soundwave actually smiled with amusement. "Prowl: too passive in interfacing choices. Jazz and Soundwave: desire to hear what Prowl finds most enticing."

"We'll give you some ideas if you are drawing a blank to start with," Jazz purred and nuzzled him. "We love ya."

Prowl held Jazz a little tighter. ~Tonight...the three of us?~ He asked his bonded, wanting to be sure he understood.

~That's the idea,~ Jazz purred, excited in his own way. ~We want you to tell us what you want to see, what you want us to do.~

"Suggestions would be appreciated." Prowl admitted quietly, very much wanting to please.

"Prowl: Jazz and Soundwave also wish to please," the host said gently. "Prowl: gives Jazz and Soundwave few opportunities."

"We want to indulge your kinks too, love," Jazz kissed him, long and slow and tender. "So, some thoughts. You bound, watching as we work each other to a frenzy as only a rank five pleasurebot and telepath can manage, with the bond wide open and Sounders..."

"Designation: Soundwave."

"Feeding you what he's feeling," Jazz continued without a pause. "Or perhaps you in Soundwave's lap, his spike filling you while I suck yours off. Or you and Soundwave while I watch and pleasure myself to it. Any appealing?"

The first suggestion Prowl dismissed without a second thought, but the second...the second one made him quiver, this time with anticipation. It was a fantasy, buried deep for a long time, of being trapped between his lovers for the sake of shared pleasure, now being offered to him.

"I like the sound of the second one..." Prowl admitted, thoughtful.

"Any changes to make it hotter?" Jazz prodded, excited to finally get to the good part of the evening.

Sensor wings twitched as he nuzzled at Jazz, an edge of shy/unsure in his field. "Ride me while he spikes me, playing with my neck?"

Jazz shivered in anticipation and his field flared brightly with a soft moan. "Yes!"

"Affirmative," Soundwave agreed, his own desires flaring.

"I would like that very much then, if we are all in agreement." Prowl murmured, hopeful and shivering already.

"Oh yeah, we are," Jazz lifted his helm to nuzzle Prowl's neck. "Want to make it to the berth, or just move over to Sounders?"

"Soundwave!" The host corrected sharply.

"Berth." Prowl moaned softly. The extra space would be nice, and if there was a chance that both of his loves would recharge with him tonight he would encourage it any way he could.

Soundwave's deep rumble of desire greeted the statement as he stood to scoop Prowl and Jazz in his arms, not giving either the time move themselves. At this range the arousal and want in his systems was intense, and all of it was directed at Prowl. It was strong enough that the Praxian whimpered and squirmed, and settled for kissing Jazz in the moment. It was wonderful already to Prowl, being in strong arms of the host and in the presence of his bonded.

Soundwave set them gently on the berth before climbing onto it himself and tipping Prowl's helm up for a kiss that gradually became more intense.

Prowl leaned into the kiss, wanting but slightly hesitant with Jazz still pressed into his side.

~Don't hold back, love,~ Jazz encouraged him, watching intently with his optics and his spark. ~The more I see, the more I feel how good he is for you, the easier it'll be for me to accept us.~

Prowl moaned, love spilling back across the bond as gave in fully to the kiss, hands coming up to rest on Soundwave's shoulders for support. He was only half aware of Jazz squirming out of his lap until he felt his mate press against his back, sweeping his mag-pulses across Prowl's sensor wings and turning his mouth to teasing Prowl's neck.

~Maybe we should start with overloading you like this, between our hands,~ Jazz purred, excited and aroused.

At the moment all Prowl could manage was a feeling of acceptance, of thankfulness for whatever his lovers wanted to give and how good it all felt.

~Prowl: must decide,~ Soundwave broadcast to them all.

~Mmm, yes, we are trying to work on your assertiveness,~ Jazz consented. ~So, babe ... how do you want your first overload?~

Prowl wavered, breaking off the kiss to nuzzle at Soundwave before his wings pressed back into Jazz's hands. ~This. Wings.~ His lips brushed over Soundwave's again, asking but still making the first effort. ~Touch me, please.~

Jazz grinned and pressed his hands forward, stroking the elegant wings he loved so much as he stroked his mag-pulses along the quivering length. Oh, how he loved to play with them, to feel and hear the responses he earned. His optics followed Soundwave's movements as the host stroked Prowl's sides and sent delicate tentacles out to squirm into gasps in Prowl's armor to tweak wires and cables.

The Praxian between them was quickly reduced to a quivering mess of need, soft moans of bliss echoing around the berthroom. "Feel so good. Love you. Please-"

He shifted, trying to push into the touches and caught between too many choices as pleasure came at him from all sides and his field flared out, resonant with the pleasure filling his frame and the joy from his spark. Across fields and his bond, he could feel how incredible this felt to both his lovers. Jazz was in bliss and Soundwave was trembling in desire at the telepathic feedback he received from both the smaller mechs.

"Oh yeah," Jazz moaned against Prowl's neck. "Give in, babe. Let us feel it, hear it. Let us do this for you."

The next sweep across his wings pushed Prowl to overload, charge crackling over his entire frame, licking at his lovers plating. The pleasure exploded into his field as he let go. He retained just enough awareness to feel Jazz cry out in ecstasy against his back, then moments later the deep, resonant moans of Soundwave loosing control as well.

As balance failed, Prowl fell against Soundwave, guided by large hands and a silver frame. The bond thrummed with pleasure-contentment-happiness from Jazz just as Prowl's mind was bombarded with pleasure-joy-love from Soundwave.

Prowl was perfectly content to rest there for a moment, awe at being with his lovers, both of them, and the overload they had just shared making him blissfully happy.

Over him, Soundwave and Jazz shared a look before shifting to draw Prowl down, all thee laying on the berth with the Praxian in the middle.

~Recharge if you wish, love,~ Jazz purred soothingly. ~We have all the time in the world to play.~

Prowl snuggled down between them, utterly content at the moment to be exactly where he was.

"Sorry," he murmured, the idea of recharging fighting with his desire for interfacing. "Still want to, but..."

"Prowl: recharge," Soundwave murmured, settling in a little better to hold and share Prowl in recharge. "Interface: later."

"Yeah," Jazz nuzzled him. "Recharge sounds good."

Prowl purred, the feelings of safe and happy mixing with pure love directed at those with him as he slipped into the offered recharge.

Prowl was deep in tactical mode planning the reconstruction of Kaon when his spark pulsed. Jazz was excited and wanted his attention, but only when he could spare the attention.

Completing and saving the critical details he was working on Prowl scanned the plan over one more time and shut down the datapad he had just made a copy on. It was not complete.

In fact it was barely workable in the form it was in. But at least this way if Prime wanted an update and needed some evidence of how things were progressing to put before the neutral factions that were predictably giving him problems Prowl had something for him to work with.

Satisfied he turned his attention to Jazz, opening the bond wide, love and amusement flowing across it. ~I have time, love. Now what has you so excited?~

~I think I've found a place,~ he said, the bouncing on his pedes ppalpable across the intimate connection. ~It's a little further out than we were hoping, and a lot higher end, but it has everything we need and the upgrades are easy for me and Sounders to wire up. It's really nice and it has some incredible views. Plenty of space for everybody too, high ceilings for Sounders but only needs a bit of remodeling for us. Designed for a trine.~

Prowl studied it and the specs Jazz sent him and had to agree. It did look like it would suit their needs very well with a little work. And while it was a large suite, having been originally designed to house only three, there could be no argument that they were not being efficient in housing eight in it.

Provided Soundwave liked it as well.

~You wouldn't have called me if you weren't sure I would like, but I assume you still want me to come look?~

~Of course. I pinged Sounders too,~ Jazz purred eagerly. ~I did agree that we'd all be on the contract.~

Thanks flowed from Prowl. ~I will be there as soon as my shift is over.~

He considered the time and his workload. ~Maybe sooner. This project will not suffer if I wait to start it until next shift. Or bring it with me.~

~Love!~ Jazz whined. ~No bringing work home when we've got something to celebrate.~

Prowl laughed softly in amusement. ~Fine, I will not bring it home with me. And I will see you soon, and you can show us what you have found.~

~See you soon,~ Jazz wrapped Prowl's spark in his love and adoration and eagerness to touch him again.

Prowl pulled up to the coordinates Jazz had sent him, transforming and taking a moment to look up and around. The silver mech had been right- it was a little farther out than they had discussed, and probably more than had originally planned to spend.

But its location was likely one of the few reasons it was still standing in such good condition. Many places like this had been closer to the center of the city, and therefore closer to the destruction when Megatron had made it a mission to level Iacon all those vorns ago.

Impressed with the outside, Prowl searched for Jazz along the bond, looking around for Soundwave at the same time. He felt Jazz approach just in time to be ready for the pounce as his love tackled him in an embrace and several kisses before finally finding Prowl's mouth to stake a very public claim.

Purring in amusement, Prowl wrapped his arms around his mate, holding him close and enjoying the public display of affection and possession. ~You have been busy.~ He commented once the kiss was ended, optics traveling back up the building again.

~I have the most free time,~ he chuckled and nuzzled him. "Sounders should be here soon," he added as he guided Prowl to the side of the building where he could snuggle against the Praxian and steal kisses while they waited. ~It's almost twice what we wanted to spend, but we do have more than enough to afford it without borrowing anything. All three of us have impressive savings from our paychecks, and I can charge a lot more thanks to my former rank and the upgrades I got in my severance package.~

Even more willing in the shadows, slender cover that they were, Prowl held him close, hands running lightly over the silver armor. All that Jazz said was true, and as hard of time as they had been having finding a place that met all of their needs, it would probably prove worth the extra expense.

~I am sure that it would have been a non-issue anyway.~ He nuzzled at Jazz. ~It will be nice, if it works, being able to be together.~

~And one really big step towards a normal life,~ Jazz purred in anticipation of no longer living on a military base. Of all of them, he'd been the fastest to strip his Autobot insignia and officially go back to his former function. In less than a metacycle the difference in him was amazing to Prowl; Jazz was happy in a way he had never been during the war. He was relaxed.

"Prowl, Jazz: greetings," Soundwave said as he approached, all five symbiots docked in his chest.

"Heya, Sounders," Jazz chirped playfully.

"Soundwave." Prowl greeted the host as well, nuzzling Jazz and giving him a last kiss before setting him down gently and stepping forward to greet the large mech.

"Jazz believes he has found a place that will suit us all."

"Soundwave: eager to see what Jazz described over the comm," he knelt to kiss Prowl tenderly, unabashed about the public display of favoritism.

Prowl purred, vorns bonded to Jazz having done away with much of his shyness when it came to public displays of affection. And he had nothing against his lovers making it very and publicly clear just who Prowl belonged to.

"As am I." He agreed when the kiss finally broke.

"Then let's go," Jazz said, all but bouncing on his pedes before turning and waving for them to come along. "Private elevator, top floor. It's really nice, even if we aren't flyers."

Prowl couldn't help but smile at the silver mechs enthusiasm as he followed along, his own excitement fed by the emotion from Jazz flowing across the bond.

The ride was short and direct, another plus to the Praxian, memories of efficiency housing and its single functional freight lift coming back clearly. It gave him pause for a moment, recalling when he had been content with that, with being alone and sure that there was nothing beyond that life waiting for him.

Hopeless and cold, locked into a functioning that brought him pain and little joy, and how different it was now standing with those he loved.

Jazz turned and pressed close to hug him in support while Soundwave's large hand rested on his shoulder.

~Never alone, never in pain. Not again.~ Jazz said firmly. ~We're too strong for that now. We know better.~

~I know.~ Prowl murmured, arms wrapping around Jazz for a moment as he leaned into Soundwave, accepted the contact and all that was meant by it.

He would never go back to that. He would never have to. But having been there, it made him appreciate what he had now all the more as the lift came to a stop and opened. The gasp of shock escaped him before he even realized it. Optics brightened as he took in a crystal, polished white stone and metal palace even Mirage would have accepted.

"I did say it had been built for a trine," Jazz smiled at him. "They have a real thing for homes that imitate the sky."

"Seekers: highly uncomfortable when not in the air," Soundwave said even as his own amazement rang clear.

Another second and Prowl regained control enough to nudge gently at Jazz. "Going to show us around then?"

A playful snicker answered as Jazz grabbed his hand and danced backwards. "I think you'll like the first stop. It's a lovely view of the capitol and where you work."

"Indeed?" Sensor wings twitched, reflecting eager anticipation as Prowl allowed himself to be led along, taking in as much as he could of the glittering abode. Over Jazz's delicate sensor horns he realized they were walking towards a grand balcony, not a large window. Spread like an animated mural was central Iacon; the edge of the wealthy merchant distract that they were in, the high-class business district and the government buildings. Much was still in ruins, but from here he could see how much progress was being made as well.

Prowl stared in wonder, stepping past Jazz to look over the city, recognizing elements of the reconstruction plan he had created in action.

"Jazz..." Appreciation already ran deep in Prowl, and this was just the beginning?

"You never said, but I've caught things here and there," Jazz murmured as he pressed against Prowl's side, enjoying the view that meant so much more to his love. "The view, the balcony, seeing what you plan in action. The building."

The Praxian wrapped an arm around his bondmate, humbled that Jazz would put that much effort into finding a place that Prowl would enjoy. "Thank you."

He nuzzled at a sensor horn, tearing his optics from the view to kiss his bonded on the helm. "There is more?"

Given a chance he would have happily stayed there, but Jazz had hinted that there was so much more, and Prowl needed to be sure that this place would work for his family, and not just for him.

"Four others, including two that have good views of the First Temple of Iacon," Jazz purred. "You can see all of Iacon from one of the balconies or another. You'll be able to see your work happen as the city is rebuilt."

Prowl sighed, a sound of peaceful satisfaction. "I shall have to look at them later, after you show us the rest of this marvelous place you have found."

"Kitchen, dinning room, entertainment suite, three master berthrooms ... and you won't believe the wash racks," Jazz grinned and hopped in excitement as he guided them into the apartment. Rooms for servants too, which are nicely sized for the symbiots once they've been upgraded."

Prowl wandered a little behind Jazz, closer to Soundwave in an attempt to gauge the hosts reaction, to know what the large mech thought of the apartment. It was more space than Prowl had ever imagined, more elaborate than his officers quarters, and to Prowl those had been extravagant at first.

"After having to share so long, what do they think?" He asked softly, wondering how the symbiots would react to the idea of their own space.

"Way cool," Rumble's voice answered before Soundwave slid his ribs back to allow all of them to undock.

"No shadows," Ravage commented, her tone less than pleased as she landed on razor-clawed pedes. "It's all bright and shiny."

"So much flying room," Laserbeak trilled happily as he and Buzzsaw began to circle upwards.

"Your space can be made so you like it, if nothing else." Prowl offered Ravage, reaching out touch her head gently for a moment by way of greeting before his optics followed the fliers upward.

"True enough," Jazz consented. "Though I think you'll like how well connected this building is to the tunnels and air ducts of the city. You'll be able to go just about anywhere you want without ever seeming to leave."

"I can do that anyway," she pointed out even as she butted her helm against Prowl's hand for attention. "But point taken. It will be acceptable. What will the extra master berthroom be for?"

"I figured Prowler would have the library/study as his office, so Sounders could have the spare berthroom for his workshop or whatever," Jazz grinned at her.

Prowl hummed in thoughtful approval as he gave Ravage the requested attention, having been wondering about the extra space himself. It was not like he needed or wanted a berthroom of his own, with two others to share.

"How many upgrades were you planning to make?"

"Mostly security," Jazz said easily. "You'll need a secure connection to the palace and your office. The trine that commissioned this place were far more concerned with easy access to the sky than to keeping hackers and assassins out, but they didn't have nearly the enemy list the three of us have compiled. And you know if we're here, Prime will be sooner or later too."

"Very true, on all counts." Prowl agreed, processing what he had already observed of the apartment, its weaknesses and potential strengths and how all of it could be turned to their advantage.

Even with the work they would have to do, Prowl wanted to live here. To share this place that seemed to have been made with for them.

But he would say nothing until Jazz and Soundwave indicated it was there wish as well, for when it came down to it Prowl knew in his spark that he would be happy wherever he could be with those he loved.

~Hey, you know I wouldn't have brought it up if I didn't like it,~ Jazz pointed out.

"Soundwave: finds this location agreeable."

"Then it would seem that we are all in agreement?" Prowl asked, optics following the symbiots still charging from room to room, exploring.

"Affirmative," Soundwave said.

"Mmm, so do we want to celebrate on the balcony, or the berthroom?" Jazz cooed, his intent obvious.

"Given your general definition of 'celebrate' I am sure a berthroom would be a more appropriate location." Prowl teased, giving Ravage's helm as final rub as he stood.

"Maybe, but on the balcony you can enjoy that view as well as what we're going to do to you," Jazz grinned a little manically.

"Query: Washracks operational?"

"Yap, we can clean up afterwards," Jazz winked his visor. "Or explore the uses of the soaking pool."

"What you are going to do to me?" Prowl asked, not really concerned as his optics brightened with the mention of the pool and the washracks he had yet to investigate closely.

Jazz grinned even more. "Well, I was thinking of you in Sounder's lap and me in yours."

A shiver ran through Prowl at the idea, one that had become his favorite in the short but very intense time he'd had both his lovers close. He could already feel Jazz's delight at the idea across the bond, and instead stretched his field out to brush against the hosts.

"Soundwave?" he glanced up at the giant.

"Affirmative," he rumbled, reaching his field out for Prowl's to express his anticipation of the pleasure and closeness that was coming.

"Wherever you choose then." Prowl told them, content with any location Jazz chose so long as it ended with Prowl between the two mechs.

Jazz flashed a grin and headed upstairs to the currently empty grand dining room that took up the full half story that was the second floor and overlooked the living room on the first floor along with three of the four first story balconies. It was a glorious view of Iacon as it came to life in light as Cybertron rotated it away from their sun.

"View: incredible," Soundwave allowed his awe at what he had survived to witness flow in his voice and through his field as he pulled Prowl close.

"And the three of us had a lot to do with it," Jazz murmured in agreement, sliding close to Prowl to simply enjoy the view for a few moments.

Wrapped in the physical and field presence of his lovers Prowl sighed in agreement, acknowledging the truth of both statements. While the destruction before him was hard to bear, the life visible in it, and the hope that came with that life, made everything they had suffered seem worth the price.

Hope that they now shared as they were allowed to move on as well.

Jazz flared his field, testing the mood of the other two. A low sound of approval came from Soundwave as he knelt and tipped Prowl's helm up for a soft, lingering kiss. Jazz gave a rumble of his own and pressed against Prowl's chest, rubbing against him with delicious friction while he set to work teasing every cable in Prowl's throat with his glossa and lips.

Prowl whimpered, reaching out with one hand to steady himself on Soundwave as the other stroked along Jazz's back encouragingly. He never stood a chance when they came after him like this together, and really he didn't have any desire to resist what they did to him. That his tendency to melt between them only encouraged the behavior was something that encouraged Prowl to do so all the more.

Jazz was the first to moan, his entire frame trembling against Prowl's as coding-enhanced arousal peaked. Desperate hands rubbed and clawed lightly against Prowl's spike cover, silently pleading for it.

~Yours.~ Prowl's moan echoed Jazz's as the cover slid away and spike pressurized into willing hands, Prowl's own desire evident and flaring through EM field and across the bond for both of his lovers to feel. In reply he felt Jazz open up to let him feel just how intensely erotic the slid of spike across palm was for the minibot.

Prowl's valve cover slid away with another moan, offering to Soundwave and evidence of just how quickly the pair could have the Praxian worked up.

"Inhibitor?" Jazz asked with a shudder of desire.

~Yes. Please.~ Prowl moaned, lips locks with Soundwave's. If he didn't he'd never last, not with lovers as skilled as his, and he wanted this to last this time.

Jazz's hand abandoned him for a brief moment as he pulled the overload inhibitor from his subspace. It slid smoothly around Prowl's spike to latch in place against the spike housing. Jazz's fingers were light and teasing as they slid the valve inhibitor back to latch into place around the outer rim.

As Jazz's hands moved back to stroking Prowl's spike Soundwave settled on his knees and lifted Prowl to slowly lower him onto his thick spike.

Prowl moaned, wings quivering and flaring at the slow stretch of his valve as each sensor node flared to life. The touch on his spike was a glorious sort of slow torture all its own and exquisite contrast to the rest of the pleasure being bestowed on him.

It was pure bliss that left the Praxian at the mercy of the mechs holding him, and Prowl was not about to argue if his lovers were willing to indulge him.

~You're so enjoyable to indulge,~ Jazz shivered in anticipation as Soundwave finally seated his full spike inside Prowl.

With a low rumble of pleasure Soundwave lifted Prowl up and he rolled his hips back before drawing them together again.

~And that is just hot to watch,~ the minibot added as he lowered his helm to indulge himself in sucking Prowl's spike.

~Glad you think so.~ Prowl managed, hands moving to stroke and tease at the minibot's sensor horns while he still had some ability to try and answer the pleasure coursing through him.

Glad for so many reasons that his lovers found him desirable.

He was only half aware through the blinding pleasure when Jazz's mouth left his spike and Soundwave stilled to allow him to climb up and settle himself on Prowl's spike with a needy moan. Then both mechs began to move, Soundwave holding Prowl still between them, while Jazz held onto Prowl's shoulders and nibbled his neck.

Gold optics flared then went dark as Prowl was reduced to simply feeling, incoherent praise and pleading falling from his lips. Caught between the stretch of Soundwave's spike in his valve and the slick pressure of Jazz's valve around his spike the Praxians field flared, meshing completely with his lovers.

"Love you. Feels so good. Need you."

"You have us," Soundwave promised, a sentiment echoed by Jazz across the bond flooded with mutual pleasure as both mechs showered Prowl with love and the promise he would have them forever.