Author: gatekat and starshield on LJ
Pairing: Jazz(Sirenis)/Prowl
Rating: NC-17 mech/mech
Codes: Slash, Sticky, Tactile, Spark, Bonding
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 = 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 13: Without Intent
Jazz shivered in anticipation. He was going to sing for Prowl tonight, a private performance of love songs in his original voice interspersed with cooling the charge in his lover's systems. It was going to be intense in every sense, and he fully intended to merge their sparks often tonight for that ultimate intimacy he found he craved ever since the first time three decaorns ago.
They had been planning this quietly between the two of them since the trial run to see if his original voice was still enough to drive Prowl mad. If anything, the longer the mech had to wait the more intense the effect was, making the evening all the more enjoyable.
He had thought field play was nice, and it was still one of his private addictions. But there was something about feeling and knowing Prowl and being able to bring him pleasure and happiness through spark merging that brought Jazz a special kind of contentment.
The fact that his lover thoroughly enjoyed it as well made it all the better and right.
Out of nowhere two arms grabbed him from behind and pulled him flush with a hot chassis thrumming with arousal and a familiar EM field wrapped around him.
"Ready to sing, my Jazz?" Prowl rumbled, playing his fingers down Jazz's sides.
"For you? Always." Jazz purred as he pressed back into the warm frame, allowing the heat to bleed over and mingle with his own excitement, the rush at the just the thought of what he was about to do enough to send a shiver through him.
"Then, what rules do you want in place for me?" Prowl asked, his voice low and sultry.
Jazz hummed softly to himself as he considered. "No touching me while I'm singin', even if I touch you. I'm fair game once the music's done, but ya might have to catch me." A sly purr as a hand trailed down Prowl's hip and thigh.
"Oh, I think I can manage," Prowl revved his engine and leaned down to kiss him hotly. "This is my home. I know all the tricks."
"Challenge." An answering rev from Jazz, hot and passionate. With a smirk he added a small disclaimer. "Rules subject to change, of course."
Prowl huffed. "Only for you." He kissed his lover intently. "Only for you."
"I'll take that exception." Jazz agreed between kisses, turning in Prowl's arms and pushing lightly at the mech to guide him backwards. There was no resistance to maneuvering his lover to the Praxian's berth.
Once there, Prowl settled himself into a sensuous sprawl, one displaying his doorwings prominently.
"Sing for me, my Jazz," Prowl looked up at him with anticipation and adoration.
Silence as Jazz captured Prowl's lips in a kiss, gentle and sweet until he whispered almost too softly to be heard in the rich voice that had snared the Praxian in the first place. "Always."
And backing away, his entire attention focused on an audience of one, Jazz began to sing. It was glorious to watch his beautiful Praxian quiver and whimper with every note. Every subtle fluctuation of tone, pitch and tempo producing a slightly different response, though every one of them was rich in unabashed pleasure.
Prowl's optics remained locked on Jazz. Every line, tube and circuit in his chassis singing along with the passionate song of lovers bonding and living together against all odds and the will of everyone around them. His spark wanted to leap from his chest to chase its mate but he forced himself to keep his chest plates closed as his hands roved his chassis, putting on a show of his own as he mirrored the carnal desires Jazz sang of.
The song came to an end and it took Jazz a moment to compose himself, not even trying to look anywhere but at the glorious form on the berth. Forcing himself to think for moment Jazz selected another song.
Soft and suggestive, this one telling of loving and longing as Jazz glided across the floor to the berth, hovering around the Praxian just out of reach.
Instead of reaching for his lover, Prowl turned around, presenting his doorwings to his lover, knowing how much Jazz loved them. They waved and quivered, temping Jazz as Prowl looked over his shoulder and reached back to stroke the top edges firmly, causing himself to groan hotly.
The warmth radiating off Jazz jumped at the sight, but instead of giving in he leaned closer, taking advantage of the sensor rich sides so wonderfully displayed for him, and the fact that it sent his voice directly into Prowl's spark.
A deep, need-filled groan escaped Prowl as he worked his doorwings harder, his spark throbbing in its chamber, sending out heavy pulses of energy into his systems.
Hands joined Prowl's on the doorwings, stroking and teasing, wanting to watch his lover overload. If Prowl was going to put on a show he was not above playing along. Jazz felt the surge of energy tear through Prowl and into him almost immediately as Prowl keened in ecstasy.
Finishing the song Jazz tipped Prowls head around for a kiss and backed away, admiring the overload lax doorwings, the pleasure-etched face, the scent of hot ozone and crackle of energy as the last of the charge began to dissipate.
Then Prowl lazily shifted to his back, his doorwings splayed attractively as his hands ghosted over his chassis, pausing to pay special attention to the area over his spark chamber and his interface panel.
Jazz moaned softly at the sight, appreciative. Then his visor brightened, taking it as a challenge. "Rule change."
He stalked forward, showy, displaying himself to a prospective mate. Leaning down, he whispered to Prowl. "This song, no touching, and at the end..." He let the suggestion hang, giving Prowl a chance to refuse.
"Your spark is mine," Prowl rumbled, trembling at the challenge and the prize he'd named.
"All yours and only yours- when you catch me." Jazz agreed, slipping out of reach once more.
This time there was a new element to the song as Jazz danced, using voice and body to weave a web of temptation, a web meant for only one mech.
He sang of searching and finding love, of bonding and living and sharing. He sang of forever as he danced, inviting and offering, optics never leaving the one he desired. The only one he wanted.
That mech was trembling uncontrollably, all pretense of putting on a show for Jazz long forgotten as he crawled to the edge of the berth. His doorwings quivered, waving to catch every vibration as tortured sounds of arousal and need escaped him.
Nearly white optics followed Jazz's every movement as Prowl's armor expanded and fans worked furiously to cool him against his skyrocketing core temperature.
Touching on forever once more the song came to an end, Jazz beckoning, inviting Prowl to come, to claim that what was being offered. He'd barely positioned himself so the expected lunge would take him against a wall and not to the floor before the Praxian moved in a flurry of white and black with a streak of red and Jazz's mouth was claimed, his back against the wall and white hands all over him.
Prowl couldn't make himself be patient. He could only hope that his love was as aroused and ready as he needed to be as his fingers dug against the black valve cover, demanding in a way he never was with a lover.
Unlike his lover Jazz hadn't overloaded yet, and he was desperate for release. The cover slid away, the valve behind already dripping and ready as Jazz welcomed the attention, hand slipping around to tease at the doorwings as needy moans escaped him, uncensored. He threw his head back with an ecstatic cry as Prowl thrust into him, deep and hard in a single movement.
They both held there, Prowl sheathed fully in Jazz's body for a tense, blissful moment before Prowl's hands found Jazz's hips and helped support the slightly smaller mech as he pulled back and drove back in.
It was desperate, intensity fueled by passion and desire, Jazz's hands seeking and teasing as fields blended and he voiced his pleasure for Prowl to hear. He felt the hard push of his lover's field in time with the thrusts of his hips as Prowl neared the edge of a second overload. Felt that only an incredible act of will was holding Prowl on that pinnacle.
"Please, with me," Prowl gasped, trembling uncontrollably as he sought to drive his lover to overload before he lost himself to it.
The request, voiced and felt, was enough, the release of energy racing through Jazz and into Prowl, granting them both relief in a bliss that shattered the ability to think, to act in any way but to chase the overload to its brilliant conclusion.
"Spark," Prowl's voice was shaky but just as desperate as before. His hips never stopped, driving into Jazz right through the overload and working them to another. He didn't have to ask again. Jazz nodded against Prowl's neck, simply clinging to the Praxian for a moment as he found the ability to move again.
Turning his head he kissed Prowl, chest plates sliding away, offering Prowl the prize agreed upon, eagerly wanting the merge and the closeness he so craved. He wasn't even fully aware of Prowl's chest plates opening until Prowl was there, inside him, intimate and open and desiring in a way no other joining could compare to.
~Love you, want you, be mine,~ Prowl's mental litany was barely words but came through clear and strong.
Without really consciously considering what he was doing Jazz responded to the request. His own spark went deeper than it had ever been, past the surface, seeking the very essence of Prowl with everything he was, wanting to feel the mech he loved with all his spark in his spark.
~Love you with everything. Want to stand by you through anything we may face. Yours as you are mine.~
~Yours. Mine,~ Prowl's spark and processors cried out joyfully as they welcomed Jazz in deep, opening up without reservation everything he was. Memories, good and bad, flowed freely along with how they had made Prowl the mech he was. Dreams for the future. Fears. Nothing was held back.
The openness was matched without reservation, everything that made Jazz Jazz on display. His love of family. His love of music. His joy in simply living and how everything flowed together to make who he was.
And now the new component that added another dimension to Jazz, his love of Prowl. Displayed proudly and offered to the other mech for approval and acceptance...or rejection.
~Love you,~ Prowl's spark shivered with unabashed joy as Jazz's love was embraced and rejoiced even as Prowl offered his own adoration and trust of Jazz in return.
With that acknowledgment Jazz let go of really thinking, leaving words for feeling, for loving Prowl as he lost himself in the other mech. He let go. He loved Prowl. He trusted Prowl. He wanted Prowl. And Prowl loved, trusted and wanted him in return.
Their moans and trembling were lost to them as they delved deeper, becoming a single spark with two lifetimes of memories but a single goal - to face the future as one.
Warmth, peace, comfort. All of it so close to his spark that it was the first thing he noticed as his systems slowly came back online. It was that comfort that allowed the powering up of internal systems first.
Memories of singing to Prowl. Of how his beautiful Praxian had pinned him against the wall and taken him with desperate need. And the glorious merge that had followed, the most amazing thing that he had ever experienced.
External sensors started to function, linking up with the memories and the present. They were in Prowl's berthroom, but on the floor and against the wall instead of on the berth. Prowl's larger frame was pinning his in place. Freeing an arm he reached up to trace fingers over Prowl's faceplates, stealing a gentle kiss as the other mech started to come around.
~Beautiful.~
~Love you,~ Prowl murmured in reply, physically not yet powered up but enough of him coherent to recognize the intent and reply.
Then the Praxian stiffened, not physically, but mentally. ~Jazz?~
The change was noticed instantly, Jazz pulling back from where he had been affectionately nuzzling at Prowl's neck. ~What?~
~We are not ... speaking,~ he replied cautiously.
~Of course we-.~ The comment came to an abrupt halt as Jazz's processor caught up with what he had been doing. Panicking a little he stared at Prowl in shock, frame beginning to tremble. "We weren't. But we were..."
~Speaking through our sparks, I believe,~ Prowl said, uneasy and thrilled all at once as his spark refused to be upset at what his processors were still struggling with while he finished booting up.
Jazz's helm fell forward to rest against Prowl's shoulder as he held the mech closer at the revelation, processor trying to work through the implications of that. They had been able to speak through their sparks when merged, one of the little things about merging that Jazz had enjoyed.
But their sparks were no longer touching, safely hidden away behind armor and plating. Unless they were still touching...
"Prowl. Did we...we're..."
"Bonded," he nodded slightly against his lover and brought his arms up to wrap around Jazz, holding him close. "I ... can not say I regret it. Even if our families will be furious with us."
~I don't.~ Furious was probably an understatement, but Jazz could not find it in his spark to regret what had happened. Playing with the new feeling in his spark as he pushed love and a conviction of rightness at Prowl. ~And nothing says we have to tell them right away...~
Curiosity bubbled up from Prowl's side shortly before a sense of distinct physical discomfort. ~We should move to the berth before one of us is damaged. How can we not tell our creators?~ The over-developed logic centers in Prowl's cortex began to cause panic. Not at the bond, there was still no regret for it, but at the political and social implications of the timing and circumstance.
"Move." Jazz ordered firmly, Prowl's discomfort bleeding over to him and immediately taking top priority.
Despite his own insistence Jazz moved slowly, wincing a little as tense cables were forced into motion, joints still locked from the shock of energy that had raced through them protested. They could discuss this once he got the Praxian some place more comfortable. As he stood with Prowl it registered exactly what had focused his lover's attention when a half-pressurized spike slid from his valve at an awkward angle and Prowl groaned in a mixture of discomfort and relief.
They were both grateful to collapse on the berth, though it was Prowl who pulled Jazz close for a tender, lingering but chaste kiss.
Snuggled against his mate Jazz reached out, stroking plating in a comforting rhythm as he started to really think. ~Why do we need to tell them now?~
Prowl felt startled even as he physically relaxed. ~Because ... Jazz, we're bonded. How can we not tell our creators? The ceremony, politics ... they agreed we could court, get to know each other. They never agreed to bind their Houses through us.~
Visor went dark as Jazz considered, hands still in motion since that seemed to be helping Prowl some. ~The ceremony is a formality, we both know that. My creators...they'd never allowed the courting if they weren't agreeable to the idea that we'd end up bonding eventually.~
~Mine as well,~ Prowl consented, the physical stimulation beginning to help his processors settle. ~It is not the bonding that will be objected it. It is the timing.~ He paused, intense discomfort welling up. ~After Crisp Wing they will panic to find me bonded so quickly. Three vorns and they had no clue what ... that he didn't treat me they way they expected. I was happy. I would have been happy and bonded to him now if he hadn't crashed. Nothing, even looking into him afterward told them what they should have seen.~ His spark cried out in pain at what he knew Jazz would face if Springer learned. ~They will never believe you are not hurting me.~
Jazz latched on to Prowl, holding him close physically and reaching out to him through the spark connection, attempting to soothe his mate.
While he accepted the fact that Prowl had been happy he still could not understand it. There was nothing in that relationship that he had seen that had been healthy or truly good. And the treatment of his mate was something that he was less happy about than Prowl's family. The idea of treating the mech in his arms with anything less than the utmost respect and love was beyond him.
~Would never hurt you.~
~I know,~ Prowl focused all his certainty on the bond, all his understanding of how different Jazz was from Crisp Wing. ~I know, my Jazz. But my family, they have no way to know how different you are. They want to believe, they want you to be good for me, to me, but it was six vorns and they saw nothing to worry about. Bonded after three decaorns would cause absolute panic.~
~All the more reason to put off telling them for a while. Let them see the truth for themselves. It's not like they can undo it...~ Jazz leaned into Prowl.
While it was not usually the wisest course of action, for once delaying the truth might diminish the reaction. His own creators and older siblings would be irritated at his disobedience, and very displeased at the scandal were the truth to reach the general public, but that would be most of the objection to the situation. If they could buy enough time for Prowl's family to come around to the idea that Jazz could be everything they wanted for Prowl...
~I will try,~ Prowl promised, deeply uncertain if he could lie, even by omittance, to his creators. Especially about something so important, something that made him so happy and wanted to show the entire universe.
Jazz was his. Uncontested, uncontestable. It left him giddy just thinking about it.
~We both will, and if we mess up we can deal with it then. Unless ya really would rather just tell 'em.~ And Jazz meant it. He would stand by Prowl whichever direction the mech chose. He had made that promise, and meant it when he made it. Especially now that there was no chance that someone could take Prowl from him.
Prowl shook his head. ~You have enough to prove to them already. I don't wish to add to that burden.~
~The prize is worth it.~ Jazz smirked, stealing a kiss before continuing on a more serious note. ~I'm thinkin' the best thing would be actin' like nothing's changed in public.~
~Mmm, which means making out, spending as much time in a berth as possible and generally making everyone wonder if either of us will come out again,~ Prowl actually snickered. ~I think I can manage that.~
~Very attractive and manageable, though since I am officially here for a visit, and since I can speak to you in public now, I am sure we are going to be required to make an appearance every now and then. I still wouldn't object to the tour you promised me, and I could probably find a nice bonus for the guide at the end.~ Jazz purred.
~I think we can manage that,~ Prowl shivered in anticipation and claimed a heated kiss. ~Though we should find someone who knows how to nurture a strong bond to find out what we should do. When even the lowest caste takes many orns off to settle a new bond, there is something medically important to the custom.~
Jazz purred softly in agreement. Primus knew he wanted a strong bond with the mech. ~Agreed. You have someone in mind?~
~No one I trust not to tell,~ Prowl admitted.
~We'll figure something out. And the time we can have, if we play it right.~ Asking anyone in his family was bound to get him in trouble pretty quickly, since answers would doubtless be accompanied with curiosity as to why Jazz wanted to know this early in courting someone. Curiosity that was best avoided all together/
Concerns faded into the background as comforting cuddling faded into recharge, wrapped in safe embrace and curious joy of the newly bonded.