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 11: Proving in Pleasure

Jazz moaned into a heady kiss as knowing fingers played along his sides. He followed as Prowl stepped backward into the running shower, one far fancier than his own. Three levels of sprayers ringed the room-sized stall, plus a large sprayer directly overhead. Hot solvent pattered against his plating, but he barely felt it. The heat of Prowl's desire was too much to care about such things. Not when the Praxian had backed himself against one wall and flared his doorwings out, laying them flat in offering.

::Sleek and shiny, and already against a wall.:: Jazz fingers wandered down Prowl's sides, expertly gliding along familiar armor seams and pressing into gaps to play with wires. He wanted to tease those wings spread along the wall but refrained, distracting himself with claiming Prowl's lips in another kiss. ::Wanting me to tempt ya, tease ya. Drive ya mad.::

A small whine of need escaped the pinned mech as he arched against Jazz even as his internals relaxed and his field wrapped around Jazz in raw, hot desire. A silent encouragement to do more, to demand and claim anything.

::Talk. You want me.:: Prowl's lips were freed as the other mech traced a path to the Praxians neck, lips and glossa teasing in partnership with fingers that were never still on Prowl's frame.

"Yes," the single word was more of a moan when Jazz's fingers found his interface cover and teased it. It opened without reservation. "Want you more than anything I've ever known. Have from the moment I first heard your voice. Want to feel your desire just for me."

::Just for you.:: Jazz confirmed, somehow knowing in his spark how true it was. He had never had a lover he'd wanted so badly, one he would fight to keep as his and only his. He pushed that sureness at Prowl, displaying it openly for the mech to feel ... and felt something break inside Prowl.

Strong white hands pulled Jazz close as Prowl's mouth descended on his, claiming, taking, demanding in a way the mech hadn't been with Jazz before. A sudden shift and Jazz found himself pinned against the wall, Prowl's hand insistent on both interface covers.

For a moment Jazz froze, a conversation with Sideswipe cutting through the pleasure induced fog, fighting with the insistent mouth in his own and the demanding fingers.

Oh Primus...

He trusted Prowl.

He gave into the kiss, relaxing against the wall as hands came up to grab on to Prowl, steadying, interface covers sliding away.

"Talk to me," Prowl growled, his voice deep and rich with arousal as he slid a finger lightly around the rim of Jazz's valve. "I want your voice."

"It's yours." Jazz answered, lifting his head to look into icy blue optics darkening with desire. "Any time you want it, yours."

Prowl trembled as the pleasure rolled through his spark and lowered his head to kiss and lick along Jazz's throat. His fingers continued to tease despite how insistent his field indicated his arousal was, and his spike remained sheathed.

Jazz whimpered as Prowl pressed a finger deeper into his slick valve, a sound of want and need. "Any time you want it, it's yours. To speak. To sing. To drive you like this."

"Slick enough?" Prowl's voice was trembling almost as much as his chassis, driven by desire and anticipation as his finger slid in and out of the hot valve.

"Yes." Jazz gasped, willing. "Yours. Take."

A small nod against Jazz's neck and Prowl allowed his spike to slide free and pressurize as his finger slid out, only to trail up and ghost across Jazz's spike. Jazz whined at the changing sensation, empty valve and teased spike. Then Prowl leaned back and brought the finger to his mouth, swirled his glossa around it before sucking it clean, all while watching Jazz's reaction as the movement was followed hungry, Jazz watching and wanting before pulling Prowl down and capturing those lips for himself.

"Yours." Jazz moaned into the kiss, trembling as he felt Prowl shift, the tip of his spike resting agonizingly against the lip of his valve. Then a single hard thrust and Prowl was seated fully inside him and they trembled in tandem, adjusting to the sensations of filling and being filled.

"Mine," Prowl growled, possessive and demanding, accepting what he'd been offered with a full match of aggression for submission.

Jazz nodded, holding on to the mech pinning him against the wall, quivering with desire and a hint of uncertainty. He wanted this, had offered himself to Prowl and meant it, all of him, completely. And a part of him welcomed this lover, while part of him feared where he found himself. Yet the pleasure was very real and despite the intensity and aggression, he could feel in the inexperienced movements and the field tangled with his own that Prowl was trying to make this good for him.

Grunting groans washed across Jazz's throat as Prowl's charge built quickly, the hard, jerking thrusts pushing his pleasure towards overload.

"Mine." Jazz moaned, allowing himself just to feel for the moment, hands loosening to run over Prowl's shoulders.

Prowl shuddered as the sound washed over him. One hand slid down, along Jazz's aft and then his leg, drawing it up at the knee while he teased exposed wires and tubing there while his other hand found Jazz's spike and began to stroke it.

"Prowl. So good...to me." He managed, hands slipping back to tease at the doorwings. "Let me...please."

"Yes," the Praxian shuddered and moaned, the new angle of Jazz's hips allowing him much deeper into the slick, hot valve. "Yours. Anytime."

"Smart. Beautiful." Jazz groaned, everything he loved about the mech pounding him into the wall spilling from him as he played with the doorwings. "Passionate. Kind. Mine."

"Yours. Mine," Prowl growled; confirming, demanding. His chassis trembled nearly as much as his doorwings as he tried to hold back against the charge roaring freely through his systems.

So close. Jazz smiled at the desire he felt between them, turning his head to nuzzle at Prowl. "Let go love."

Denta bared against Jazz's neck but didn't bite. Prowl's hips thrust harder and doorwings pressed into the touch. He was right on the edge, vents and fans working to cool him in vain. He closed his fingers around Jazz's spike a little more, wanting to crash over the edge with that addictive sensation of his lover going with him.

"Prowl. Please." He pushed his field against the Praxian's, feeling the desire there and sharing.

It was more than Prowl could take and he roared his overload against Jazz's neck. Deep inside Jazz's valve hot, charged transfluid shot from Prowl's spike, soaking both sensor-rich surfaces with a charge that electrified the nodes, arching power across the small separation.

It was enough, Jazz crying out as the charge roared through and he reacted instinctively, holding Prowl close to share the rush of pure bliss carrying him away, valve clamping down on spike where their frames joined as they both stiffened from shorted motor relays and scrambled neural networks.

Prowl was the first to begin to find self control again, but he did little more than slump forward, pinning Jazz against the wall a bit more firmly.

Jazz came around more slowly, though with no objections to the position he found himself. After a moment's consideration he found the strength, and more importantly the coordination, to stroke Prowl's helm affectionately. ::Thank you.::

"That was intense," Prowl murmured, still panting as he slowly disengaged their frames, setting Jazz's leg back down before kissing him softly.

::Very.:: He leaned into the kiss. It had been intense, and educational, and wonderful. ::Definitely worth a repeat sometime.:: He added affectionately.

"Agreed," Prowl's engine purred. "Showers seem to be a good spot for trying new things for us," he added, only half teasing.

::Easy to clean up afterward.:: Jazz teased in return. ::And nice for me.:: He added, brushing carefully over a wing and sincerely looking forward to scrubbing them again.

"True," Prowl pressed into the touch with a happy hum. "You are very good at getting me to try new things."

::New things together. Shower was just a fantasy before you.:: Jazz confessed, finger tracing through the solvent shining on Prowl's plating, the resulting smudge trail a mix of random patterns and glyphs.

The larger mech shivered at the touch and the sensation of glyphs for lover, mine and beautiful being written on his plating. "Maybe we'll see what you think of energon gel games later," he purred deeply and drew Jazz towards the middle of the shower.

::Anything for another shower.:: Jazz responded, looking around for actual cleaning supplies.

Prowl actually snickered as he reached for an ultra soft brush meant for doorwings and other sensor-rich areas and handed it to Jazz before presenting his back. "If you need a shower after that you aren't playing right."

::Then I look forward to finding out what is better than this.::

"Jazz, would you prefer to be here or in a guest room for the examination?" Prowl asked gently more than three joor later as they lay comfortably entwined on his berth. "It seems those called on have arrived."

::Comfortable here.:: The smaller mech answered from where he was wrapped around Prowl on the berth. ::And I've got nothin' else to hide. But your rooms. If ya don't want a bunch of strangers wandering around them I can move.::

"Here will be fine," Prowl kissed a stubby audio horn and unwrapped his arms. "You are welcome to lay here while I let them in."

Jazz considered it, stretching out full length on the berth before rolling into a sitting position. It was nice there because Prowl was there, and he had the distinct feeling he was going to have to move soon anyway. "Perhaps the library?" he suggested before Prowl had taken more than a few steps.

The Praxian nodded his agreement, leaving Jazz to go on his own time, more or less, and choose his seat. Jazz also knew where Prowl kept a small stash of high grade and confections so he didn't have to call a servant if he didn't feel like it. And refueling a little beforehand was very attractive. Jazz hated testing, poking, prodding. Anything where there was the potential he was going to be required to sit still for any length of time. With that thought Jazz got to his feet and wandered into the library.

And even though he was being honest with Prowl- there was nothing that they could potentially find that he was trying to hide from the mech- Jazz was still rather private individual when it came to his life and his person.

Unfortunately he'd only managed to get a few sips from the cube he'd poured for himself when Lord Crystal walked in ... followed by the person he least expected to see; his own sparker, Lady Rilla. Behind her Quickwit walked next to a slender Praxian in deep blue and black with a dark green chevron. Without being told, Jazz knew Quickwit was very familiar with the dark Praxian. He was too at ease, too relaxed. The agent didn't do relaxed.

Prowl was the last to enter, and looked the least comfortable of them all.

He wished there was something he could do to put Prowl more at ease, but he was confused himself. Setting the cube side Jazz politely acknowledged Lord Crystal before turning his attention to his sparker, curious. If there was to be an explanation for Quickwit and his dark companion it would most likely come from one of those two sources.

"Normally I would not go to such lengths to ensure a mech is who they say they are," Lord Crystal was the first to speak. "However, given the skill you have demonstrated, combined with the affect you have on my youngest, I am inclined to go to these lengths. Your creator is here to ensure nothing untoward happens to you."

Jazz nodded, really wondering what they were going to ask him to do now, though fairly confident that his creator would not go along with anything that could seriously harm him. And he owed Prowl, and by extension his family, the security of knowing he was who he said.

"Since agent Quickwit taught you, he will confirm that you are the mech he trained," Lord Crystal began, motioning Jazz to sit on one of the love seats where there would be room for both mechs. "My agent Cleansheer will then confirm that you are Lord Jazz of Protihex."

"It will all be a simple file check, my Lord," Quickwit said as he stepped forward.

::Of course, my Lord.:: Jazz obediently took a seat, resigning himself to being picked apart, however briefly. Quickwit sat next to him and offered the royal the data cable. Under orders or not, Jazz did outrank him considerably; it paid to remain polite to the mech he still would answer to.

Jazz accepted with a small nod, plugging in calmly. The sooner this was over and done with the sooner they could move on, and the situation was uncomfortable for pretty much everyone involved at the moment.

~My apologies, Lord Jazz,~ Quickwit said before smoothly sliding into the royal's processors. It was painless, the calm, cool awareness weaving deferentially into his own knew him well. Quickwit had been the one to modify Jazz's protocols and taught him how to sorcel in the first place. It barely felt like any time had passed before Quickwit was backing out as smoothly as he'd entered.

The Protihexian agent unplugged, stood and faced the two city rulers. "This is the mech I trained and have always known as Lord Jazz."

Acceptance, though the tension in the room was still high as Cleansheer took Quickwit's place and offered his cable, giving Jazz the same courtesy his counterpart had.

Jazz accepted with the same acknowledgment of the courtesy, though slightly more hesitant. Quickwit was familiar and trusted where this mech was neither. Yet when he plugged in he felt the same kind of cool, professional personality on the other end.

~We are of the same caste, Lord Jazz,~ Cleansheer told him with a touch of humor. ~Yes, we do know each other well over many vorns,~ he answered the thought that had floated through Jazz's meta. ~We can chat, if you would like to be distracted.~

~Little better than dwelling on the fact that you're pickin' me apart.~ Jazz responded agreeably, the brush of humor and the similarity to Quickwit a welcome comfort.

~Have you enjoyed Prowl's hospitality so far?~ Cleansheer asked, trying to keep the subject pleasant as he riffled through the young royal's processors and memories; not so much for their content, but for their authenticity.

The Protihexian shivered, a series of memories jumping involuntarily to prominence in his processor at the inquiry. ~It's been very educational...and very pleasant.~ He admitted, more than a little embarrassed.

~Both are good,~ Cleansheer gave a wave of approval. ~It is good that he finally has a lover capable of making him desire expanding his interfacing options. No matter who you are, you have earned favor in this House for that.~

~Still a good thing when they know I'm who I say I am.~ Jazz answered. ~And I hope both to continue.~

~Oh, definitely,~ Cleansheer agreed smoothly. ~Sorcelling is a difficult skill to master. What made it worth it?~

Jazz thought about it for a moment. ~It's the most complete cover, almost untraceable and requiring very little time or additional supplies to utilize once mastered. When I wanted to create Sirenis many options were considered, and this one, while not the easiest, was judged the best.~

~I'm still rather surprised you managed to convince Quickwit to even admit it existed,~ he chuckled. ~It's not a common skill to talk about even within our caste.~

~It wasn't easy. I'm not sure which was worse- gettin' him to admit it existed, or gettin' him to teach me once he did.~

The Praxian laughed easily with good humor. ~I do not doubt that. He trusts you a lot.~

Jazz couldn't quite catch his surprise at that statement and felt Cleansheer smile before the mech backed out, leaving only a mild processor ache in his wake.

"This is Lord Jazz of Protihex," the Praxian agent told the gathered royals as he stood.

The release of tension in the room was audible, but Jazz only had optics for the reaction of one mech. The relief evident on Prowl's features when he came up was welcome. The surprise it had replaced Jazz was less sure what to make of.

Questions raced through his processor, and he quickly stopped trying to guess why he had been surprised. Jumping to conclusions only seemed to get him in trouble. The welcome he felt in Prowl's field when he was pulled to his pedes and into and embrace made any cause of surprise irrelevant. Whatever doubts had been in Prowl's processors hadn't lasted.

He distantly heard Prowl's carrier speaking to his sparker, but he didn't really care. The others were leaving and he was still warm in Prowl's arms, wrapped in the Praxian's field. A field he welcomed with relief, brushing it with his own before pushing deeper as he returned the embrace. After all of that he would be very content just staying here for while.