Fandom: Transformers G1
Author: gatekat and starshield on LJ
Pairing: Jazz(Sirenis)/Prowl
Rating: NC-17 for mech/mech
Codes: AU, Slash, Tactile, Sticky
Summary:
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Notes: klik = 1 minute; breem = 8.3 minutes; joor = 1.2 hours; orn = day/32 joor; metacycle = 6 (5.9285) years; vorn = 83 years/14 metacycles
"text" translated Cybertronian.
~text~ bond/hardline talk
::text:: comm chatter
All or Nothing 4: A Royal Anniversary
Impact kept stealing glances at her youngest brother, both on the short shuttle journey to Protihex, the relatively long docking procedure at the royal palace and the formal introductions to the royal family. Not that any of them needed the introductions, they all knew who the others were whether they'd met them before or not, but it was polite when there was a new member to the family. In this case, they both had new members.
Prowl had never been formally introduced to them, though he had met several of them over the vorns. The Ladies Rilla and Sweetsong had a new creation, Serenity, only just upgraded to youngling and utterly adorable in the way of most royal mechs. She'd be a knockout when she finished upgrading, much like her sparker and carrier.
It was no surprise that Prowl was doing his best drone impression; perfectly polished and detailed, flawlessly polite, and about as interesting as last metacycle's grease. He always acted like this when he didn't want to be doing something. He couldn't be reprimanded, but it was a glaring defiance too.
A glaring defiance that was just as politely ignored by the Protihexian royals, the attitude being simply labeled as a temper tantrum much like those one of Jazz's siblings used to throw before growing out of it.
They visiting royals were shepherded through the palace, offered a chance to rest before the reception began. Serenity danced through the crowd, charming everyone the way only a youngling could, but always racing back to one brother in particular; a smaller white and black mech, introduced as Jazz, who humored her shamelessly.
In one of the breaks, a sleek white Praxian femme with pastel blue and green highlights did the polite equivalent of dragging her youngest sibling over to Jazz. Whisper was smiling, Prowl was not.
"Don't be like that," she chided Prowl teasingly, something that actually made his doorwings relax fractionally and a bit of actual life come into his optics. "Jazz, I understand you are a fan of music?"
"Very much so." Jazz smiled at her charmingly, observing Prowl as he addressed the mech's sister, optics shielded behind his visor. "And you, Lady Whisper?
"I enjoy it, but my brother is the most fascinated of our clade at the moment," she said warmly as she shifted focus to her younger brother, causing Prowl's doorwings to twitch in embarrassment.
Jazz followed the shift, his next address to Prowl instead, following the twitch of the doorwings more closely since doing a bit of research of his own. "Really? Any kind in particular?"
The younger mech's doorwings twitched again, his icy blue optics darkened quickly, sparkpulse picked up as systems across his frame primed for action in a roar that Prowl found nearly deafening. A faint tremor passed through Prowl's entire frame, his optics locked on Jazz as they widened in both intense arousal and borderline panic.
"Prowl?" Whisper looked at him with concern, but he couldn't hear her. His entire existence was locked onto Jazz and the contradictory demands to grab and kiss and to run and hide.
"Do I need to get someone?" Jazz asked, concerned. He wasn't used to having this sort of an effect.
Whisper shook her head, moving a little closer to her brother, forcing herself to be calm. "He gets distracted, sometimes."
::This can't be happening!:: Prowl nearly keened over an ultra short range comm to her as he fought his systems under control. ::Just like Sirenis.::
::Shhhhh.:: Whisper soothed over the comm line, leaning into Prowl and offering physical contact as well, ignoring the look of concern on Jazz's face as she focused completely on her brother. ::Your spark again?::
Jazz watched the entire exchange, careful to not let on that he could overhear them. He'd had several modifications made on the side when he had become Sirenis, included a communications upgrade.
::Yes,:: Prowl trembled, leaning into the contact as a distraction from the chaos in his frame and spark. ::That voice, directed at me. How many can exist? How can a voice do this?::
::That's a question Impact could answer better than I. You should ask her. Later.:: Whisper encouraged. ::I don't think he means anything by it and you are disturbing our host.::
She wasn't trying to be cruel, but if she could get Prowl distracted by getting him to focus on something else it might save everyone a scene. ::Are you going to be all right, or do we need to leave?::
::No, no I'm sure he ... neither of them ... intended this,:: Prowl responded as he got his systems, if not his spark, mostly under control. ::I believe I will be all right.::
He straightened, regaining his personal space, and focused on Jazz. "My apologies, Lord Jazz. I did not intend to cause distress. My systems have reacted strangely of late to sonic vibrations."
"Long as you're sure you're al'right, no harm done." Jazz was quick to assure him. He settled back, not sure exactly what was going on but trying to regulate himself to prevent it from happening again. "Can I get ya somethin'?"
He waved at serving mech, thinking a round of something might help settle Prowl's sister as well. "Lady Whisper?"
"Yes, that would be most welcome," she smiled sweetly, several flicks of her graceful doorwings directed at various kin all around the gathering.
"Silver solar," Prowl ordered, his voice and frame steady by the time the servant arrived, even if Jazz could feel the intense unrest and arousal in the mech's EM field.
"Magma with cyanide and light copper," Whisper requested.
Jazz made sure the servant had their orders before placing his own, watching Whisper out of the corner of his visor. It was getting to the point he was wondering how rude it would be to ask about how they supposedly spoke with their doorwings. Everyone talked about it, just like the various types of winged airframes were supposedly able to do; everyone but the mechs who were supposed to be doing the talking.
He was so distracted, in fact, that his missed the arrival of a youngling that had managed to escape her keeper once more. A youngling that was just as fascinated with doorwings as her older bother at the moment and had homed in on Prowl's. Before he could warn them, or even fully processes what she was about to do, small hands found their way to the top edge of Prowl's doorwings, near the joint just above her head.
A blur of white, black and red all but launched forward, only just avoiding slamming bodily into Jazz by jerking himself sideways before spinning around on the toucher. His doorwings high, in a sharp V of aggression, tight to his chassis, Prowl glared at the smaller being that had touched him in such an inappropriately intimate manner.
Even as Serenity squeaked in distress and bolted to hide behind her brother, Prowl began to relax and followed her movement.
"Who are you?" Prowl's voice was actually gentle after he realized it was a youth that had touched him.
It wasn't lost on Jazz that the reaction that seemed so extreme to him didn't even make Prowl's concerned older sister blink. So it wasn't an extreme reaction for a Praxian, even a royal one.
Do not touch the doorwings.
Maybe there was reason beyond culture that rule existed. It seemed true on some level with everyone who had wings - sensory, door or flight. Who was allowed to touch them varied, but they were all highly selective of who was granted that privilege.
At the moment Jazz was busy working to calm the whimpering mass of frightened youngling, pulling her into his lap where she burrowed against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her Jazz rocked her gently, humming on a sub-voc level at her before addressing Prowl.
"My sister, Serenity. Sorry she startled you." Visor met optics as Jazz continued to rub circles on the small back until the crying subsided. When it finally died away to small static laced hiccups he nudged at her gently.
"It's al' right, Brightspark. He's not mad at ya. But ya should apologize."
Sky blue optics peeked out at Prowl, still frightened but already curious again.
"It is inappropriate to touch doorwings, or wings in general, without permission," Prowl told her, his voice softer than usual. "I'm not angry, but please do not touch them again."
The youngling flinched back when he spoke but nodded, and when Jazz prodded there was a squeak that might have been a "Sorry." from her before the small optics were shyly hidden away again.
Whisper had watched the whole exchange, keeping her comments to herself unless until now. "She seems very attached to you."
Jazz shrugged as he juggled the youngling into a position to allow him to hold the drink that had just been delivered. "It's kinda her and me. Sideswipe an' Sunstreaker are too rough when they ain't thinkin' 'bout her, and Willow and Skygrace are too busy."
He caught the servant and ordered something youngling appropriate for Serenity before continuing. "So most of the time when she ain't with her tutors or our creator's she's with me."
"Sounds like what Impact and I were like," Whisper smiled at the pair. "She's really adorable."
Jazz smiled at the youngling affectionately before his attention returned to Prowl. "She didn't hurt anything, did she?"
"No," he shook his head firmly, even as he had to put down another round of system responses to Jazz's voice. There was a fraction of a pause before Whisper said what he was trying to figure out how to.
"It's a lover's touch. It's a shock reaction, not pain," she explained quietly.
Understanding dawned in Jazz's optics. There were several places on his own frame that would have elicited a similar response if stimulated when he wasn't expecting it. "Good ta know. And thank ya."
Both Praxians nodded acceptance, but Prowl shifted uneasily, his optics still far too dark a color and his EM field held entirely too tight to his plating.
The conversation died away into an awkward silence, Whisper distracted by the tension and distress evident from her brother. She reached out, placing a gentle hand on Prowl's arm as she stood and addressed Jazz.
"Please excuse us. Sometimes Prowl's systems take time to recalibrate when he's been startled. It was very nice speaking with you, Lord Jazz. And meeting you, Lady Serenity." Whisper added to the small femme still seated in Jazz's lap, consuming the energon goodies her brother had ordered for her.
Calm and secure now, the youngling waved a shy good-bye at the Praxians.
"I'm sorry he was upset." Jazz replied, falling into the safety that was good manners. "If ya need anything else, ask."
"We will," Whisper smiled sweetly and guided her heavily aroused and very keyed up sibling away from the source of his distress. They disappeared into the crowd, but Jazz easily tracked them, and their private comm conversation about how Prowl was doing and the symptoms. That lasted until they reached a private side room and closed the door.
"Well, that was interesting," a deep, playfully resonant voice, one able to sell energon to a refinery if rumors were to be believed, purred from behind Jazz.
"Hi Sides," Serenity chirped happily at her older sibling.
"Little bit." Sideswipe responded affectionately, reaching around to snitch one of her energon goodies.
"Which part?" Jazz asked, tickling Serenity to distract her before she could start pouting at Sideswipe's theft and motioning his older brother toward one of the recently abandoned seats. "Serenity grabbed one of his doorwings, which is apparently a no-no."
The older mech winced. "Yeah. A big one. Says a lot about his temperament that he didn't hit her before he worked out it was innocent. They explain why it's such a big deal?"
"Just said it was a 'lovers touch' and didn' really go inta detail." Jazz frowned. "If he'd a hit her, it would of been a reflex thing, right?"
"Totally," Sideswipe nodded, his expression serious. "You know how Sunshine reacts to his helm vents, or how I do along my jetpack connectors. You've got spots too, whether you know them or not. It can feel like the worst kind of assault."
"Ya got lucky, Sere. Ask 'fore ya touch from now on." Jazz warned the youngling, thinking that it was stuff like the fact that you could start a war by giving a mech a pat on the back that their protocol tutors should be teaching them instead of a dozen different ways to greet a visiting dignitary when the first way covered anyone who might come to call.
"He said no hard feelings over it." He added to Sideswipe.
"Probably the truth then, with him," the big, glossy red mech with golden highlights said with absolute confidence. "Prowl's got a rep for being honest. Now, what's going on between you and Prowl?" Sideswipe leaned forward eagerly. "And why didn't you follow him? That mech wants ya, bad."
"Nothing goin' on between us." Jazz shot back. "What makes ya think he wants me so bad?"
Sideswipe just stared for a long moment, his mouth slightly open in shock.
"Little bro, you have got to be kidding me," Sideswipe glared at Jazz. "No wonder you never get any action. That mech was one processor click away from jumping you right in the middle of the room just now."
Jazz was quiet, going back through the entire conversation he had with Whisper and her brother, and the supposedly private comms between the two of them.
Prowl was supposedly obsessed with Sirenis. Could there be a possibility it was something about him, as Jazz, that attracted the mech and not just his musical alter ego?
"So are you going to go frag him or not?" Sideswipe pressed when no response came. "You sure as pit could use it and he needs it. Or I can take care of his extra charge."
Jazz grunted, shifting Serenity around as the youngling started to fall into recharge. "Why do I need it?" It was a deflection of sorts as he tried to work on the problem that was still bothering him.
"Because you haven't gotten a good overload in metacycles," Sideswipe snorted. "Primus mech, when was the last time you were with somebody who was that desperate for you? Even if you don't care about him, it'll blow both your circuits and do you both some good."
"And then what? We both walk away happy?" Jazz grumbled, not completely convinced.
"Unless you both want something more, yeah, that's how it works." Sideswipe could only shake his head and chuckle. "He wants you Jazz. Is it really such a terrible thing to indulge in being wanted like that?" he asked more softly. "Love at first sight and happily ever after is a myth, little bro. You have to want to love someone before you can. Give him a chance. He's got a good temperament, he's a looker and neither family is going to grumble. What's the worst that can happen?"
Jazz just looked at the mech who didn't know the half of what was going on. The worst thing that could happen...? He sighed. "I'll go at least check on him, if you'll take Serenity."
"Sure," Sideswipe smiled warmly and reached out to lift their little sister into his arms. "Just let me know if you don't do him. Sunny and I could use the distraction."
Jazz handed her over and left, still at war with himself over what he was going to do. It wasn't far, and even walking slowly he didn't have nearly enough time to really make up his processors. He saw Whisper leave the side room, alone, a klik before he reached it.
He hesitated, then knocked. He could always turn and walk away. There was a faint scramble inside before Prowl opened the door, his mouth open to say something, only to freeze when his optics landed on Jazz.
From an arm's length away, Jazz felt the full brunt of Prowl's EM field, burning hotter with desire than even the night he'd pinned Sirenis.
"J-Lord Jazz," Prowl somehow managed to gather himself enough to speak, though his field and chassis noise belied that level of calmness.
Jazz forced himself to stand in place, despite the intensity of the field slamming into him. "Lord Prowl. I hadn' seen you rejoin the party. Wanted to make sure you were..."
Well, from the look and feel of him Prowl was far from well.
"My apologies, Lord Jazz," Prowl had nearly steadied his voice, though not his doorwings, the roving of his optics over Jazz's chassis or his field. "I merely need a little time to myself."
Jazz nodded. "Is there anything I can get ya?"
Prowl dragged a deep draft of air into his systems, his doorwings quivering. He opened his mouth to say something, closed it, then closed his still dark blue optics. "Get, no. Do, yes."
Jazz hesitated, then stepped closer. Maybe Sideswipe was right. "What can I do for ya?" Voice soft, concerned, but not stupid.
Prowl moaned, reaching for Jazz with one arm to draw him closer as he reached to shut the door with the other. Maybe everyone knew what was going on, but that didn't mean he wanted them to see it.
With a full chassis shudder, Prowl barely managed to whisper. "Interface, kiss ... Primus, keep talking."
Jazz didn't try to resist as the door slid closed. "That'll help huh? I can keep talkin' long as you want."
A throaty sound escaped Prowl, his entire chassis quivered as his EM field flashed over with intense arousal. It pushed the feel of a mech close to overload and desperate into Jazz's systems, trying to encourage him. Much gentler than with Sirenis, Prowl urged Jazz against the wall. His mouth found the Protihexian's throat as his hands explored everywhere.
In stark contrast to the last time Jazz was in this position, with a field this insistent pressing into him, Prowl was gentle with his hands. As desperate as he was, he was trying to give no matter how clumsy he was about it.
Jazz purred, a little concerned by the desperation from Prowl but not about to stop the mech. It didn't feel quite right, but it felt good. His hands wandered up Prowl's side, light and searching as his gaze focused on the doorwings quivering in his field of vision.
His fingers wandered closer. "Do I still need to ask before I touch still? I've always wondered about wings. Everything they say about them. Wonder if it's true..."
"No more," Prowl gasped against Jazz's neck, his doorwings pressing forward. "All yours."
Jazz pounced on the chance, fingers sweeping across all that he could reach, curious. Investigating with touch and with words. "Are they as sensitive as they claim?"
"Yes, and more," Prowl nearly cried out at the contact, pressing more firmly into the touch. His own hands went still as his systems cycled up, ready for an overload that was only a few touches away. "Please!"
"The top edge, that seemed to get a big reaction from ya from ya earlier." Fingers followed his voiced thoughts, running along the edge of the wing. "And what about here by the joints? Better?" Fingers worked their way in carefully, not wanting to hurt as curiosity was satisfied.
"Yes!" Prowl keened, his body arching sharply as rampaging electricity scrambled his motor control. His hands closed tightly, locking himself to Jazz as he lost control of his body.
Jazz quivered as the energy ran from Prowl's frame over his own, locking his own frame to hold them both up as Prowl's gave out. When the charge finally dissipated, giving way to the odd spark here and there, he lowered himself to the floor, guiding Prowl down with him.
Somewhat settled he murmured randomly, his own thoughts escaping as he stroked the other mechs back, carefully avoiding the doorwings. "No wonder ya jumped outta your seat when Sere touched ya there. Doorwings just do it for ya, huh?"
Prowl nodded weakly against Jazz's chassis, his systems purring in contentment. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice light with static as he relaxed into the embrace that felt too right to be so new. "A skilled lover can bring me from cold to overload in less than half a breem just by touching them."
"Well, I'd say this run don' count, hot as ya were when I started." Jazz remarked, amused and rather relieved at the outcome.
"No, not a fair assessment," Prowl murmured in return as he began to regain his senses. He shifted slightly, bringing his helm up to look Jazz in the optics before leaning forward to kiss him.
Jazz allowed the intimate and very warm kiss, curious now that the desperation had died down some. "One not enough?" He asked softly.
Doorwings trembled. "Not when you continue to talk," he admitted, his fingers stroking down Jazz's sides. "I am coherent enough to offer something in return." Prowl looked directly into the electric blue visor. "You must be fairly hot after riding out my overload."
"I can stop talkin' any time." Jazz pointed out, curious as to what that had to do with it. Not that he was going to deny being worked up after the exposure to Prowl's overload.
Another shudder passed through Prowl's frame and he leaned in for a more heated kiss. "Don't want you to," he moaned against Jazz's mouth, his spark already pulsing more quickly again. "Voice does more than touch to heat me up."
With cautious, inquisitive fingers, Prowl skimmed the edge of Jazz's penetrative interface module, seated unobtrusively between the mech's legs. "Do you enjoy your spike stimulated?"
"Sometimes." Jazz answered, shivering at the touch there. "Voice, or words?"
"Your voice," he murmured, claiming another kiss as his fingers became a little bolder. "Right to my spark. Tell me what feels good, Jazz. Please. I want to make you feel good."
"My voice?" Jazz repeated, confused even as he couldn't help but moan and arch into the touch.
"Your voice," Prowl trembled as his internal charge began to build sharply. He shifted his kisses to Jazz's neck, then his throat, as his fingers became bolder still, scraping along the metal panel that covered Jazz's spike. "Sets off my spark. I can't stop it."
Defiantly something to think about when there were not such insist fingers teasing at him. "So I keep talkin' and you'll take care of this." Jazz whispered as the cover over his spike slid away.
He sure hoped the mech wasn't teasing him, between the charge building in his own system and what was already sparking from Prowl he was going to need some form of release.
Prowl moaned deeply and closed his hand around the thick, hard spike as it slid free from it's housing. "Yes. Yes, anything," he nearly pleaded, shifting back to lay between Jazz's legs, his doorwings pressed up and forward. Without hesitation he lowered his mouth around the spike, swirling his glossa around the tip, his hand massaging and stroking the base.
Jazz gasped as the sudden sensation, frozen until he recalled his end of the bargain. His voice. And ... those doorwings. So enticing and so entirely in his reach.
He started working on the smooth expanse, fingers tracing over them as he started to speak. "That's good. So very good, even though I'd talk just to play with your doorwings, if that's what it takes ta get ya off. To make ya feel good."
Prowl shuddered, a moan reverberating from deep in his chassis rolling over Jazz's spike as more was taken into Prowl's mouth.
After a clumsy effort, Prowl pinged Jazz for a private comm. ::More than enough to get me off,:: he moaned deeply. ::Want it mutual. Want to be with you.::
"Appreciated." Jazz breathed, tracing his fingers along the edges of the wings to see what kind of response the action earned him, fascinated by the way they trembled and fluttered. "So what should I say? Ya like sweet talk? Maybe somethin' a little dirtier?"
::Anything,:: Prowl trembled, taking the spike all the way in to work the tapered tip with his intake. ::Your lineage, periodic tables, the latest music, what you like a lover to do. Anything.::
"What your doin' is workin' jus' fine." Jazz had to concentrate on forming words now. "Primus, this is good. Too good. So beautiful, and he was right. Never gonna hear the end of it. Not sure I care."
::Impact's always telling me there's nothing to regret in pleasure,:: Prowl offered, his chassis and doorwings crackling brightly with arcs of electricity as he struggled to hold off his second overload until Jazz had had one. ::Want to feel you talk against my chamber,:: he admitted, rubbing his own interface panel against the floor for a little extra stimulation.
"So my brothers tell me too." Jazz replied, working his way into the joints on the wings again, recalling how well that had worked last time. "And whatever ya want, but ya'd have to move for that, I think."
Prowl's processors whited out at the agreement he never expected to hear. He was past language by the time he came back and put his full focus on the spike in his mouth, humming, sucking, licking ... everything that felt good on his spike.
Jazz cried out, just barely remembering to pull his hands to avoid actually grabbing the doorwings, hands anchoring on Prowl's shoulders instead as release swept through him. He was only distantly aware that Prowl kept working his spike the entire time, even as he came down, gradually easing the intensity until Jazz was slumped forward.
Only then did Prowl move, shifting to his knees between Jazz's legs for another series of sweet, warm kisses. His glossa, still coated in Jazz's transfluid, brushed against Jazz's lips for entrance.
Lips that parted willingly enough as Jazz worked his way through the pleasurable haze still clouding his processor. Hands shifted from the shoulder death grip to Prowl's waist, holding him close.
"So good." Jazz praised quietly, glancing down. "Still want...?"
"Yes," Prowl trembled, unlocking his chest plates without hesitation. His optics were a deep blue from arousal, his overload close as he bared the brilliant icy-blue spark pulsing in its crystal chamber.
Jazz paused, staring as it struck him just how much power he seemed to have over the mech in arms. It was intoxicating and terrifying. To trust someone you barely knew on this level...
Prowl's optic shutters slid closed as he arched his spark a little closer to Jazz. His entire existence was focused on that one point, where that voice would resonate directly into the crystal, surround his spark with nothing dampening it. It would either be exquisite pleasure or unbearable pain. Either way, Prowl wanted.
Jazz hesitated for a moment longer, unsure, and then opened his mouth. It was not words that emerged, but song. Music soft and sweet, his comfort in the world, one that soothed his aches and needs so often.
Maybe it would bring peace to Prowl as well.
A cry of raw ecstasy escaped Prowl and he reached forward blindly, grabbing Jazz's arms in an effort to ground himself enough to not fly apart with the overload that exploded across every system directly from his spark.
Jazz had to dim his optics against the intensity of the flaring spark, continuing his song until Prowl fell offline in his arms.
Automated protection protocols closed the armor over Prowl's spark as Jazz settled the mech in his arms. One hand came to rest over the spark that he could feel pulsing even and steady, in such sharp contrast to Jazz's own spark.
Jazz's spark was a turbulent mass of fear and fascination, trepidation and a half a dozen other emotions that he couldn't separate out well enough to fit words to at the moment.
This was not at all what he thought the first meeting between himself and Prowl would be like, much less end like. This Prowl was nothing like the one who had assaulted Sirenis, yet Jazz could see, feel exactly how that first encounter had happened. He wasn't nearly as sure as he wanted to be that he wouldn't take advantage of a commoner if the draw was that intense. He wanted to believe he wouldn't force himself on another, but he could no longer be as positive as he once was.
It wasn't a pleasant feeling, to realize that there were things that could cause a mech to cross such important lines.
::Hay little bro, need a polishing cloth or two ta clean up?:: Sideswipe's private comm pinged him some time later, distracting Jazz from his mulling of Prowl, what it was between them and the implications of it.
Like how many others reacted to him this way that he never knew about.
::I am goin' need somethin' to clean up with, as will he, eventually.:: Jazz admitted quietly, daring to rub his fingers over the white armor. ::If Prowl's sister is around- the young one? That might be good.::
Sideswipe overrode the lock, tossed a couple polishing cloths to Jazz and slipped away. ::I'll find her.::
Jazz picked up the cloths, then looked at the mech pinning him to the floor. As comfortable as this was, the arrangement was not productive to either of them being fit for polite company again. So despite his reluctance he gently nudged a shoulder, grateful when it seemed enough to begin Prowl's boot cycle.
He went back to contemplating the mech he was holding as Prowl's systems came online slowly. He wanted to see the state of the mech, hoping that, as much as he had enjoyed it, the mech was content now. It took nearly half a klik before Prowl focused on him with coherent, clear, icy blue optics.
The Praxian smiled faintly and shifted to lean forward for a kiss, humming softly in the light pleasure of a settled system.
"Better?" Jazz asked softly.
A shiver passed down Prowl's chassis. He lifted a finger to Jazz's lips and pressed it there gently. ::Comm, please. I'll get revved up again otherwise. Not that I'd object to spending the rest of my stay in your berth feeling your voice.::
::I wondered.:: Jazz replied, obediently switching over to the comm. ::I'm-.::
Sorry. He wanted to say he was sorry. Sorry for causing Prowl so much distress. Sorry for something he hadn't even known he was doing, was capable of doing.
A kiss interrupted the thought.
::Not interested?:: Prowl offered an out, offered not to make Jazz say it, even as he reached for a polishing cloth to get the scrapes and chromite transfers to settle in the right colors again.
Jazz beat him to the cloth, reaching around to buff out one of the scrapes, tracing it with his fingers instead as he tried to get his feeling to settle into words that he could share.
He was interested. Fascinated. Sitting here now he had to remind himself that casually touching Prowl's doorwings wasn't a good idea, no matter how tempting they were. ::I'd like to see ya again.::
A low, quiet sound escaped Prowl's chassis and doorwings flickered, almost fluttered. ::I would like that as well,:: Prowl nearly purred, pressing into the contact. ::A great deal.::
::Hay little bro, I found her. Ready for us?:: Sideswipe's comm pinged Jazz for attention.
::Things aren't gonna get any better.:: Jazz answered.
::My brother and your sister are here.:: He added to Prowl.
::Which...:: Prowl began to ask before the opening door revealed Sideswipe and Whisper.
Both looked inordinately pleased when they looked at the two mechs still in a fairly intimate position on the floor.
"So which one of you pushed him into coming in?" Prowl asked calmly as the door closed, but made no effort to extract himself.
Sideswipe crossed the room, smirking down at them. "So was I right?" He asked Jazz, obviously pleased at what he was seeing.
::Yes,:: Jazz grumbled at him, opening the comm line to all three to avoid tormenting Prowl. ::You were right.::
Prowl gave the red mech a curious look.
"Told him it would do him some good." Sideswipe explained, moving in closer to help. "Both of you some good. Not that we would have left you hanging."
Prowl raised an optic ridge but let the comment pass. As much as he hoped he would have said no to the Protihexian twins, he doubted he would have given his state when Jazz had knocked. He'd been in too much need to refuse.
It was something of a relief when Sideswipe's touch, in helping him clean up, didn't elicit a reaction.
Watching his peaceful, non-confrontational, not-interested-in-Jazz-at-all sister help the other black and white mech clean up was another matter. He only just managed to keep the rumble of warning from forming.
Whisper worked quickly and efficiently, catching her brother's mood and glancing at him, curious. She had hoped that this would resolve the matter, but it appeared to have simply aggravated the situation even more.
She stepped away as soon as the last transfer was wiped away, nodding in response to Jazz's thanks over the comm line he seemed determined to maintain, a fact that was starting to earn him odd looks from Sideswipe.
"I asked him to use comm only around me," Prowl finally caught on, reluctantly maintaining a respectable distance from Jazz. "It reduces the ... tension."
That raised Sideswipe's optic ridge and he focused on Jazz. "Really now?"
::Yea. Really.:: Jazz responded, checking himself over one more time for any traces of their encounter. While it might be perfectly acceptable, there was no need to advertise what they had done to the rest of the guests.
Whisper joined Prowl, hand resting lightly on his forearm as she gave him a visual once over. "Ready to rejoin the party?"
"As I am likely to be," Prowl inclined his helm to her, then looked at Jazz. "After the party?" he asked, including the trill for 'your place' at the end.
Jazz hesitated for a nanoklik, then nodded in acceptance. Maybe he could come up with something between now and then, some solution, or at least an explanation, to whatever was between them. He did not miss Sideswipe's expression at the question.
The moment the Praxians were out of audio range, Sideswipe all but pounced. "So, seriously, details, mech."
"I came in. He pretty much jumped me, and I overloaded him twice." Jazz summed up, not sure about telling his brother that apparently it was his voice that fired the mech up. "And doorwings defiantly do it for a Praxian."
"That I know," Sideswipe rolled his optics. "I mean do you know what sets him off about you? Him jumping you is as out of character as you jumping him."
"'Parently he likes the sound of my voice." Jazz answered, watching Sideswipe closely. If anyone besides a medic would have an idea if that was normal he would bet it would be one of his very experienced siblings. "And I didn' jump him."
"Your voice," Sideswipe's optics narrowed, replaying what he'd seen. "And I know, the point was that he's only marginally more interested in interfacing than you are. If they weren't so happy about him finally being interested in anyone that way he'd have been off to the processor doc the night he grabbed Sirenis. You're sure it's your voice and not your spark or EM?"
"I'm no medic!" Jazz turned on his brother, frustration clearly evident. "He says it's my voice that does it for him."
"Okay, okay," he raised his hands. "Relax. I'm just trying to work this through little bro. If we know what we have a better chance of working on a control. If it's a spark thing, you'll feel a pull too, even if it's not anywhere close to as strong."
Jazz stopped, hand rubbing at his chest plates over his spark that would give him some insight. He looked at Sideswipe, more distressed than angry at the moment. "I don't."
"Did being near him, in contact with his field or plating, cause any kind of unusual reaction?" Sideswipe asked, his voice gentler than usual.
"In him or me?" Jazz sighed. "He only jumped me." Twice. Prowl had only jumped him twice now. And Jazz was supposed to see him when the party was over, and Sirenis was going to see him again too, soon.
"In you. I know what you do to him," Sideswipe chuckled and put a comforting hand on Jazz's shoulder. "So it's one sided. Do you want to ask him if he's been scanned for Seeker resonance code, or should I dig it up? Any rumor as strong as the Praxus-Vos connection is bound to have some truth in it."
Jazz twitched, remembering how desperate Prowl had been. To be driven like that-. "It would be nice ta know, one way or another." It wasn't really an answer to Sideswipe's question. It was something he should ask the mech himself, but at the same time he wasn't sure how Prowl would respond to the questioning.
"Not in me." He added softly. "I'd like to see him again, but I don't hafta. Not like...not like he seems to want to."
The red mech nodded, his normally mobile features turning grim and serious. "Jazz, if this is Seeker resonance ... You need to be prepared for it. It's everything you never wanted. From what I've seen, he'll be good to you, do anything for you, but it'll come with demands he's probably no more prepared for than you are. It's reproductive coding, driving a mech to the best breeding partner available. It never goes way, not until you're bonded. Then it'll demand sparklings."
"And I'm the best option he's got?" Jazz asked, dark humor an attempt to cover how terrifying the idea of being controlled like that was. He liked options. Freedom. That was half the reason he had created Sirenis.
"If that's what it is, yeah, you're it," he nodded grimly. "On the up side, if it's that resonance and you're it, our folks'll probably pull you over for a long talk about it as soon as they can. At least if the Praxians know that's what it is, which they might not. Prowl sure didn't, but he's young enough they might not have had that 'talk' with him yet.
"Then it might be Primus playing god," Sideswipe cracked a grin. "And it's something completely new that he's trying out on us."
Jazz shook his head, not nearly as amused at the idea as Sideswipe. It wasn't his brother that was caught in the middle of this mess. "So how do we find out? And how in Pit am I gonna explain all this?"
Sideswipe just grinned and hugged his youngest brother close. "You don't need to. That's the good part. You just enjoy him, get to know him and decide how much misery you're going to put him through to win you if it is Seeker resonance. Just be careful about sparks. Anything this strong might not be that polite about waiting. You leave the finding out to me."
Jazz hesitated. "Sparks?" It was nice to let someone else take care of finding out, though he was probably going to have to share his secret with his brother before Sirenis met Prowl again.
But this was Sideswipe. And as much as he annoyed and exasperated Jazz sometimes, he knew deep in his spark the red mech only had the best interest of his kin in mind.
"Sparks, don't touch his, keep your chest closed if you can. Try to avoid plugging in. We're already deep in freaky-slag land with this. As little credit as I give unintentional spark bonds, after this orn, I can't ignore the possibility. Just be careful."
Jazz nodded, the second time he had overloaded Prowl still clear in his memory. The intensity of the spark of the other mech. With his brother's warning ... he shivered. "We should get back to the party."
"Sure," Sideswipe still stopped him as he stepped back and tipped Jazz's face up to look him in the optics. "It's going to be okay, little bro. We'll make sure of it."
Jazz studied him, then nodded, leaning against his brother seeking comfort like he had when he was a youngling no older than Serenity. He trusted Sideswipe, stepping back pulling himself together before rejoining the party.