Fandom: Transformers G1
Author: gatekat and starshield on LJ
Pairing: Jazz(Sirenis)/Prowl
Rating: NC-17 mech/mech
Codes: Slash, Sticky
Summary:
Disclaimer: The authors are only playing with their own twisted muses. Transformers belong to Hasbro. Fandom-side, check the inspirations page (anhrefn-hyfryd .livejournal .com/22919 .html) We draw from a ton of amazing stories and authors you should read.
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~ bond/hardline talk
::text:: comm chatter

All or Nothing 9: Second Encounters

Sirenis stepped from the shuttle and looked around, calm and collected on the outside as befitted a seasoned performer. No evidence of fear showed in his expression as he waited correctly for a servant to come and guide him, everything about him perfect, from his appearance to his manners in a house that was not his own and far above his station.

Inside he trembled, battling demons that threatened to overwhelm him. He feared no physical harm, having requested and been granted the protection he always sought then traveling in the world of nobility. No, he feared for his spark, feared rejection from the mech that had done nothing but dominate Jazz's thoughts since the joor he had departed, despite the best efforts of his family and siblings to distract him. Not even Serenity had been able to turn his attention for long, much to the youngling's dismay.

"Honored Sirenis," a perfectly formed, flawlessly mannered Praxian mech of medium blue and white bowed to him. "If you would follow me, Lord Prowl wishes to see you now. He sends his apologies for the hurried nature of this meeting, and requests that you use only your comm to communicate while in his presence."

The barest flicker of surprise at the request, quickly hidden. "As the Lord Prowl wishes, of course."

That actually boded well, in a way. Jazz hadn't explicitly asked that Prowl not dally with commoners, which was what Sirenis was. He really did want to talk.

The path to Prowl's quarters was much the same as the first time he had walked it, but he was even more wound up. The first time he was merely facing a young Lord about to be refused. Now ... now he was facing a mech he was falling in love with, and about to show him a secret that could infuriate him.

"Lord Prowl," the servant bowed as they entered Prowl's study, a place full of both bookfiles and technology for entertainment. "Sirenis, as you requested."

"Thank you," Prowl stood from the specially built plush chair. "Sirenis, please sit." He motioned towards several chairs and couches about the room.

The musician hesitated for a moment, then bowed and selected a seat that allowed him a view of most of the room at any given point. It was a move that wasn't lost on Prowl as he sat nearby, offering a flask of fine highgrade for Sirenis to pour a drink from if he wished.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice," Prowl began, trying not to lean forward as he put his best manners on, trying not to think of the actual social status of his guest. "Have you heard about your Lord Jazz's courting yet?"

::Rumors, my Lord. Hearsay to be considered as such until proven otherwise.:: A polite answer, when facing someone who was part of said rumors and the speaker knew the truth of them.

Prowl nodded. "I am courting him, and yes, it is as lustful as I'm sure the rumors whisper. His voice does the same thing to me as yours does," his voice hardened a bit. "It goes directly to my spark, inflaming it."

Sirenis bowed his head. He could apologize, but it would be for something that he could neither help nor change. ::And so the Lord's desire I speak only through a comm.::

"Yes," Prowl settled himself. "I wish a clear processor for this, and your assistance. The effect is being studied in an effort to control it. I would have you part of those tests."

::I am of course willing to assist the lord however I may in resolving the matter.:: Sirenis answered quietly. ::I have no obligations pending save the one to perform here for the upcoming celebration.::

Prowl's doorwings twitched. "Yes ... you must forgive me for missing any event afterwards you are at," he said seriously. "I would rather not have a repeat of our first meeting."

::There is nothing to be forgiven, my Lord. I would rather my performances not cause anyone discomfort.:: More truth in those words than Prowl knew at the moment.

Prowl have a small nod. "Then Ditrim will show you to your guest rooms until the first test and see to your needs while you are here. You are my personal guest until this is settled."

Sirenis stood and bowed deeply. ::Many thanks, my Lord.:: Despite the obvious dismissal with the appearance of the servant that had showed him here, Sirenis hesitated, his frame nearly trembling. Suddenly he found the strength to gather himself and looked at Ditrim. ::Wait outside,.:: he ordered with far more authority than he should possess.

Despite that, the mech obeyed his temporary master and slipped out as silently as he had entered.

"There is something else, Sirenis?" Prowl raised an optic ridge at the musician.

::The truth, before it kills me. You know Sirenis is not my real designation.:: He forced himself to stand, to face Prowl and his own fear.

"Yes," the royal inclined his head. "Though I have yet to uncover your real one."

::At first I came because you asked. In the end I came to tell you.:: The mech vented sharply, focusing. ::Just...wait until I'm done before you say anything, please.::

With that Sirenis began to shift and change, something like a normal transformation but so obviously not. Parts shifted and disappeared, features altered, the sounds alone the accompanied some changes enough to set anyone watching on edge and obviously painful to the mech experiencing them. Finally the motion stopped, and another mech stood trembling where Sirenis had been as Prowl watched, stiff with shock.

"How?" Prowl whispered, trembling as well even as he stood and stepped close enough for their EM fields to mingle. "Jazz?"

The smaller mech nodded, field reaching out cautiously, full of fear and so very tired. ::Prowl...:: his voice drifted off when what he touched was relief so intense it had stolen Prowl's voice.

Suddenly he was in Prowl's arms, pulled against him tightly and kissed with a fevered passion that wasn't at all about arousal. He fell into the embrace, relieved and praying that what he was feeling was real, that Prowl wasn't angry with him. Didn't hate him. Wasn't going to reject him.

::I'm sorry.::

"Why didn't you tell me, back in Protihex?" Prowl's voice trembled as he clutched Jazz tightly, struggling to reconcile the fears of the last five orns with the relief that it was a singular ability and the fear that this was some kind of hallucination.

::I was afraid. I didn't know what was going on. I still don't understand what is going on. I needed...I needed to think clearly for a bit, or at least try to.:: Jazz couldn't give him more of a reason than that, not when it all came down to fear.

It hadn't been fair to Prowl, and Jazz was the first to admit that. But he couldn't go back and change what he had done. All he could do now was pray that Prowl would forgive him and that they could move forward.

The Praxian nodded against his helm, still trembling. "Only one," he whispered, his voice straining in relief. Then he suddenly pulled back and stared at Jazz. "Only one."

::Only one?:: Jazz repeated, too tired and still too relieved at the moment to really process anything.

"The only one who affects me with their voice," Prowl was still trembling in relief as he sank his helm forward to rest against Jazz's. "There's only one mech who does that. Just you."

::Only me.:: Jazz agreed, the fact a comfort to him as well.

"How ... how much a secret do you want to keep this? From my family."

::I was going to ask you that.:: Jazz answered quietly. ::As well as what you wished to do with the fact.:: He leaned against Prowl more, physically requiring the support to stay upright.

"I would tell them, if for no other reason than to ease their concerns that I am no longer worried that there is more than one mech who can affect me," Prowl murmured as he began to back up, guiding Jazz towards his berthroom. "Come, you need to recharge."

::Please. That change isn't easy.:: Jazz allowed himself to be guided, offering no resistance and only just thinking to point out. ::We left a servant standin' in the hall.::

"I'll send him away. He doesn't need to see to Sirenis after all," Prowl purred. "I spent three orns in your rooms. It's time you spent a few in mine."

::Like the idea.:: Jazz admitted. ::Some of my family knows, and the agent who does the security and takes care of all the details. It was never really an issue until ya started picking at it.::

Prowl chuckled softly. "It's testament to your agent's skill that I still hadn't uncovered anything more than Sirenis was a false ID. Something that isn't particularly unusual for entertainers, after all."

::Part of the reason I was able to pull it off at all.:: The smaller mech agreed, finally halfway looking around to see where he was being led. The berth was a large one, one he'd assume was for a larger mech but for its location and that it was square. These were Prowl's rooms, that must be Prowl's berth, but Prowl was a mech who rarely had a lover, even for the night, and that berth was one meant for two.

He studied the berth for a moment, then looked at Prowl, curious.

"Doorwings," he wiggled them for emphasis as he helped Jazz settle on a berth softer than his own. "They need space and special support. Would you like energon?"

::That'd be nice. Have to have some when I come out of recharge, if not now.:: Jazz sprawled on the soft berth, suddenly not sure if he would manage to remain online long enough to consume the energon.

"Recharge," Prowl kissed him softly. "Energon will be here when you cycle up. I will try to be."

He came out of recharge slowly, warning that he needed to refuel soon noted and dismissed for the time being. He was warm, comfortable, and far more peaceful than he had been not so very long ago. After a moment that warmth registered as arms wrapped around him and a large frame pressed against his own, startling his optics online.

An unfamiliar berthroom greeted his optics, one that was not anywhere in any of Protihex's palaces or noble towers. It was of royal or ranking noble construction and design, even if it wasn't one he knew intimately.

Sirenis...Praxus...Prowl. ::Prowl?::

"Mmm?" The younger mech murmured, only half way out of recharge himself.

Panic and tension drained from Jazz's frame as he relaxed against the other mech. ::Sorry. Recharge.::

::You. Energon. Now,:: Prowl mumbled across the comm as he reluctantly shifted off his lover.

:: Am fine.:: Jazz protested even though he knew he wasn't as Prowl moved away, taking the warmth and comfort Jazz was enjoying with him. Still, he only had to roll on his side to reach the cube of sparkling energon and he felt Prowl shift behind him, drawing him into a sitting position and onto the Praxian's lap.

"Impact is going to chew you out repeatedly, and Springer's going to hit you, but overall everyone took it well," Prowl murmured in his audio, his fingers playing lightly down Jazz's sides. "They're far too relieved that it is a singular ability to be too angry with you if I'm not."

Jazz took a sip of the energon, shivering as the rich liquid hit his tank before leaning against Prowl and reaching out to stroke the other mech with his free hand, reassuring himself this was reality.

"I hope I calculated it correctly and you preferred I pass the news along," Prowl nuzzled him. "As difficult as it was for you to tell me, I doubted you wished to be the one to tell my carrier's clade if you did not have to."

Jazz shook his head and forced more of the energon down, ignoring the burning in his tank and the rush flooding his system. He had been in worse shape than he had first thought. ::Thank ya. It's not somethin' I was lookin' forward to.::

"I can order something milder," Prowl murmured, his fingers slipping along Jazz's to stop him from forcing another mouthful down. "First Aid needs to see you anyway, or we'll both face Impact's wrath at supper. I have been told in no uncertain terms that we will both be there."

::Here, or I need to go see him?:: Jazz asked, willingly handing over the energon at the chance of something milder, no matter how much he needed the energy. For the moment he was going to ignore what he was going to have to face at dinner.

"He will come here, and bring some good low grade with him," Prowl promised, his voice soft as he commed the palace physician with the instructions and set the midgrade back on the side table. "Since the testing is now just the two of us again, how long will you remain in Praxus?"

::I don't know.:: Jazz answered, curling against Prowl. ::Jazz was not supposed to come and visit for a while, but I've nothin pressing at home. So long as Sirenis can leave and Jazz can come don' know any reason I can't stay for a bit.::

"Good," Prowl purred, sliding his hands along Jazz's arms. "It will make the next few orns go more quickly."

::Providin' your family doesn't kill me.:: Jazz replied in good humor as he melted against Prowl, shamelessly enjoying the attention he'd missed in the short time they had been apart. To feel Prowl, his chassis and his field, equally pleased with the contact only made it better and they relaxed in that soft embrace until First Air pinged and was admitted.

The royal physician smiled at the couple when he entered the berthroom. His first act was to take two gently glowing cube of mild low-grade energon. One went on the berthside table and the other was handed to Jazz. "Drink this, then I'll make sure everything is where it should be."

The new energon went down much easier, soothing and strengthening, and Jazz held out the empty cube, very reluctant to move from where he was.

"You don't need to move for a while," First Aid smiled gently at him and sat down on the berth. "First, from the description Prowl gave Impact, who then passed it on to me, it sounds like what you did is called sorcelling. Is that true?"

Jazz twitched for a moment, reluctance to reveal anything about his other identity long ingrained into his processor, before finally nodding. ::Yeah, it is.::

"Why don't you drink the second cube while I run a few scans to make sure everything went where it's supposed to go?" First Aid said gently, though Jazz had little doubt it was more order than suggestion.

"Sorcelling?" Prowl asked, looking between the mechs.

"It is an advanced, and fairly dangerous, use of the alt form scan we all have," First Aid said as he plugged into Jazz's medical port. "Instead of only scanning an appropriate form and altering your armor to suit, it scans everything about a subject, from facial features to vocalizer to coloration and matches it. Including going outside suitable forms. Very few who are not top spies learn it."

Jazz down the second cube, not requiring a lot of prodding to do so, his energy levels still reading on the low side. ::I haven't messed up since I was just startin' to learn.::

"Which is good," First Aid said easily. "However you are under my care here and I must insist that I check on you after such efforts. You systems are all good. The recharge and energon is enough, though I would like you to finish the midgrade before you engage in anything strenuous."

::No arguments here.:: The stronger energon wouldn't cause such a spike in his systems after the low grade, and Jazz knew he needed it as he rested his helm against Prowl, relaxed as First Aid finished up the scans and unplugged.

"Since everything is fine, I'll leave you to your own devices," the physician gave his visor a wink before standing and smoothly leaving.

"After the midgrade, a nice, long shower?" Prowl purred against his stubby audio horn.

Jazz held out his hand for the mid grade. ::Seeing as how I didn' get a chance to clean up earlier and I'm expected at dinner tonight it sounds like a good idea.::

"Good," Prowl handed him the cube even as he ran his glossa up the small audio horn. "I've missed you."

::Need to finish this.:: Jazz pointed out, shivering at the touch that brought how much had missed Prowl back into focus. Missed him enough to the point that some of his family was ready to pack him up and ship him over to Praxus just so they didn't have to look at him anymore.

"Then finish," Prowl purred, sliding teasing fingers down Jazz's sides. "I'd rather like a repeat of that first shower we shared."

Jazz bit back a moan at the memory and started downing the rest of the cube rather faster than he probably should have. ::No talking?::

"No talking," Prowl purred, revving his engine against Jazz's back. "As incredible as your voice feels, I want to feel what you do to me without it."

::Yes.:: Jazz agreed, turning far enough to claim a kiss. It was reassuring to him, the idea that Prowl desired him even without the influence of his voice. That just because it was what brought them together, it wasn't the defining point. It wasn't the only reason Prowl wanted him.

"Mmm, should I get you revved up while you drink?" he asked slyly, playfully.

::Your gamble.:: If he continued to tease like that Jazz wasn't sure he was going to be able to resist pinning the mech right there on the berth, and he rather liked the scenario that Prowl had been painting.

"I think I win either way," Prowl chuckled with a sultry rev, his fingers growing bolder in the seams on Jazz's sides. "We do have over three joor ... plenty of time to play in the shower, and to hear your voice full of passion for me."

Jazz choked back a noise. He'd take either option at the moment, both of them being where he wanted to be, with Prowl, and therefore equally attractive. Then warm, knowing fingers played across the seams of his codpiece and Prowl's mouth was nibbling along his neck.

"Drink up, lover. We can't play until you're done."

Jazz finished off the last of the midgrade, blindly attempting to set the empty cube on the table as he captured Prowl's lips with his own. The kiss was returned with fervor and as Jazz turned his body around to face Prowl he caught a flicker of desire, a silent request Prowl wasn't willing to give voice to, across their entwined fields.

He growled, leaning aggressively into the kiss as hands reached around to play over the doorwings that tempted him so mercilessly. Without any hesitation they shifted to press into his touch as Prowl moved to give him access.

A low, pleasured moan escaped Prowl as he dug his fingers into Jazz's hips, rocking his own into the contact as he kissed his lover, sliding his glossa along Jazz's lip plates, asking for admittance.

::Missed this.:: Jazz admitted, answering the silent request. Part of him paid a little more attention as he reached his fingers around to the back of Prowl's wings, barely touching to see just how much more sensitive they were. ::Missed you. Want you.::

::Primus,:: Prowl gasped and rolled his shoulders up, giving Jazz better access as their glossa explored each other. His field roared at Jazz's, entwining and tangling them together with a kind of desperate hunger and an even stronger rush of desire.

::Busy.:: Jazz responded, the desire pulling at him as he pushed at Prowl. ::Remember the other night? Your wings- let me have them.::

A soft whine escaped Prowl as he was forced to break the kiss, but he shifted under Jazz as instructed, settling on his front with his doorwings wide for his lover. This close, it was impossible to miss how he trembled in anticipation.

For a moment Jazz just savored the sight before him. Then he reached out, tracing his fingers lightly along the surface of the doorwings facing him. ::I love this, you know.:: He purred as Prowl moaned unabashedly. ::So beautiful.::

"Don't be quiet," Prowl gasped, his doorwings quivering at the light touch. "Want to hear your voice."

::You sure?:: Jazz teased, leaning down to drag his glossa along one wing, hand smoothing over the other one. ::Makes it a little hard to do this.::

"Yes!" Prowl nearly cried out in surprise, his entire frame trembling. "Please, want to hear your voice."

"Ya know, I'm thinkin' I might be able to improvise." Jazz breathed against the sensors, hands dragging softly down Prowl's sides to tease at dark hips.

They pressed into his touch without hesitation as Prowl moaned, his entire frame trembling as the sound vibrated his spark chamber, inflaming his spark in a way nothing else could.

"Missed you so much, everything about you." Jazz rambled, fingers moving to trace over Prowl's interface. "Let me in here?" He would not demand it, but oh he remembered it.

With a single shudder, Prowl lifted his hips and slid the valve cover open, offering without reservation, willing to accept pain or pleasure as it came.

"Remember? How good it felt? Can feel again?" Jazz touched, teasing at the valve while focusing more of his attention on the doorwings again, quivering with need and want that he allowed to flow through his EM field, intent on sharing with Prowl just how much it meant that Prowl was willing to indulge him like this.

"I remember," Prowl moaned, pressing his doorwings up as a small sheen of lubricant oozed out to coat his valve.

The motion caught Jazz's attention, and for moment he focused completely on the doorwings, both hands coming to work over the flat surface as his glossa teased along the joints, exploring in a way he hadn't dared before.

"Dreamed of you like this." Jazz confessed, "Underneath me, crying out as I drive ya senseless."

Prowl was reduced to keening whimpers, his entire chassis pressing upwards, seeking just that much more contact as he could. His doorwings rubbed against Jazz's hands as the charge began to build in his systems, driven by a spark swelling in response to the vibrations of its chamber.

The contact was enough to drive Jazz mad, freeing his own spike as he reached down to test the readiness of his lover. Prowl wasn't as slick as he'd like and with any other lover it would be enough, but with Prowl, with only the second time he'd done this, it was no time to rush. No matter how much the Praxian under him tightened his hands around the berth material or pressed into his lightly probing fingers with sounds of needy pleasure.

Jazz hummed, resting his helm along Prowl's back, still working gently on a doorwing. "Easy love." The endearment slipped from his glossa so easily, knowledge tempering his desire. It would be enough that Prowl enjoyed this, that it created another good memory for the mech.

He had another fantasy, one that could take a very long time to fulfill but that would be worth all the time and effort if it ever came true.

He pressed a single finger in, searching carefully to bring Prowl pleasure. "Overload for me. I want to see."

A low whine rippled up with Prowl's shudder as the valve tightened around the intruding digit. Jazz could feel it, in his field and against his chassis, that Prowl wasn't faking or forcing himself to thrust his hips back, pressing into the contact.

It felt so very sweet. The feel of his lover's energy, the rush of pleasure in their entwined fields, the needy little sounds he wrung from Prowl and the shameless way the Praxian moved and voiced his pleasure was everything Jazz ever dared dream of in a lover. Every way pleasure could be shown, it was.

"M-more," Prowl managed to gasp out, his chassis right on the brink, his valve not that far behind.

"More what?" Jazz asked, even as he reached for the spots he knew, the ones that would push Prowl into overload and give them both what they wanted.

Instead of a word Prowl roared, his valve tightening around the finger, his doorwings pressing up hard to make as much contact as they could and his chassis arching against Jazz to share and ground the explosive rush of energy that tore through Prowl's systems.

Jazz instinctively clutched at the frame pressing into his own, far closer to the edge then he had realized as the energy tore through him, only enhanced by pride that he was the one to cause such a reaction. It felt so good. Not just the overload he was quickly edging towards as Prowl writhed and cried under him but also the trust he knew he'd earned from the long damaged mech.

As Prowl sank onto the berth, his charge spent, it didn't take him long to work out that Jazz was still keyed up.

"Slick enough now?" he murmured, his words slightly slurred as he twitched the calipers in his valve around the finger still inside him.

Jazz groaned, stomping down his desire to feel that around his spike as he nuzzled at Prowl's neck. Now was not the time to be asking him that, when he wanted to take so badly. But not so badly that he would compromise Prowl for it.

"No?" Prowl leaned into the nuzzle before turning his head for a kiss. "Can I taste you then?" he purred against Jazz's mouth. "Feel your mouth around my spike while I drive you over the edge with mine?"

Jazz shivered, trying to wrap his processor around what was being suggested through the haze of desire. "Ya'd like that?" He was just about to give into anything Prowl was suggesting.

"Very much," Prowl rumbled with a ripple of desire in his field. "You know I enjoy using my mouth."

Jazz purred, memories of that coming through very clearly as he moved off Prowl to kneel on the berth and reached out to caress a doorwing before they could move out of his reach. Then Prowl up on his knees and pulled Jazz against him and into a hungry kiss as one hand reached between them to lightly stroke Jazz's spike.

Just that touch was enough to make Jazz whimper, asking for more without words as his lips and glossa attempted to put the need he felt into the kiss.

::Mmm, so, kiss while my hand works you, or get my mouth down there?:: Prowl rumbled, turned on by both ideas.

Glossa teased at Prowl's lips as hands came up to cradle the Praxian's face. ::I like this just fine.::

Prowl smiled and ghosted his glossa along Jazz's as he closed his hand around Jazz's spike and gave it a single, long stroke. One slide up. One down, a light squeeze, then up again to tease the head with his thumb.

Each motion drew some sort of small sound from Jazz, his entire frame quivering.

With a secretive smile Prowl continued the slow stroking while his glossa mapped every part of Jazz's mouth. He slid his free hand up Jazz's back, playing seams until he reached his lover's helm and his goal. With stealthy fingers he caught one of Jazz's horns and squeezed it lightly.

Jazz didn't ever try to hold back the cry of bliss that escaped him at the attention, trying to lean into the touch on a rarely employed but very effective spot without breaking the kiss.

::Please...:: he gasped over the comm when Prowl trembled from the sound and squeezed a little harder with both hands.

Without hesitation strong fingers rolled over the sensitive stub horn, giving as much pressure as Jazz wanted. Prowl's glossa became more aggressive as his strokes to Jazz's spike sped up slightly.

Jazz hands twitched, fingers flexing indecisively at so many points of pleasure, sounds pouring from him without restraint because if that was what it took to keep Prowl doing this he was never going to shut up.

::Overload for me, Jazz,:: Prowl purred, his voice deep and rich with arousal as he thrust his field deep into his lover. He broke the kiss, allowing Jazz's voice to roll over him unimpeded and turned his mouth to Jazz's neck, licking and kissing along the cabling.

Jazz fell with the final push of the field into his own, frame going rigid as the charge of overload danced over him, crying out his lovers name as came. He only distantly felt Prowl's embrace, or the way one hand continued to stroke him as transfluid made his spike slick under the fingers still working it.

"You feel so good," Prowl shivered as he finally let Jazz's spike go with a parting slide of his fingers of the hard, quivering length and wrapped both arms around Jazz, pulling him close and snuggling against the mech he was effectively holding up. "I never want to let you go."

The smaller mech melted against him, a sigh of warm contentment escaping him as his helm came to rest on Prowl's shoulder. ::Don't want you to.::