Author: gatekat and starshield on LJ
Pairing: Jazz(Sirenis)/Prowl
Rating: NC-17 mech/mech
Codes: Slash, Sticky
Summary: A metacycle after Jazz and Prowl first meet, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe are suspicious at what they see when they come to Praxus for the solar festival.
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 14: Cornered by Fire and Ice
Prowl stood on a low balcony, watching Jazz socialize freely in the crowd below. His doorwings twitched unhappily and he sent a reassuring pulse to his bonded before Jazz could even ask what was wrong. He knew he had no need to feel so possessive of Jazz's time, his energy and joy in functioning that Prowl had never possessed and was irrationally needy of.
A glance in Prowl's direction assured Jazz that his bonded was facing no other source of distress, but love and the sudden need to be with Prowl sparked in him from the quick touch caused him to reply anyway. ~I'll be up in a kilk love. Just need to wrap up a bit down here.~
~No hurry,~ Prowl assured him with all the love and honest he could. ~You know I won't actually be hurt watching you enjoy others.~
~Just as long as they keep their hands to themselves,~ Jazz teased, his grin blooming when the soft sound of Prowl's laughter reached his finely tuned and sensitive audios.
~Yes, as long as they have no illusions that you are available,~ Prowl smiled down.
~Only yours.~ Jazz replied, feeling the smile that was present much more often since their bonding, rejoicing in the laughter and joy he saw in his bonded as the orns passed. He allowed himself to be swept up in the crowd, slowly working his way towards Prowl. He felt the warmth those words, and the meaning of them, always generated in Prowl. It was addicting in its own way, to cause such pleasure with such simple things.
~As I am only yours,~ Prowl purred in reply.
Just as the response was enough to send a shiver through him, the purring tone a different kind of music to Jazz, spurring him faster. Breaking free of the crowd he made his way quickly and quietly to the balcony, his own frame snug against Prowl's in a sparkbeat. This close he could feel that his spark and Prowl's pulsed in synch, how quickly Prowl's chassis and systems heated by the simple contact before their lip plates met.
~Love you, want you, my perfect Jazz,~ Prowl moaned across their bond as he pushed Jazz backwards, away from the edge and the crowd's gaze. There was no doubt between them what was about to happen, but that didn't mean they were going to put on a show.
~Love you.~ The simple response that encompassed so much as Jazz moved backwards, unable to see where he was going and not bothered by the fact in the slightest. Prowl was guiding him, and he trusted Prowl. His back found the wall and Prowl stopped, his fingers digging into Jazz's side seams as his mouth devoured his lover's.
The Praxian shivered and pressed his doorwings forward, silently begging for attention as he kissed his way down Jazz's jaw to his throat.
Hands swept up, stroking along the doorwings in long, sensuous movements. They pulled gently, urging the moaning mech to angle them just so and allow for the greatest range of access. It was a silent request that was quickly obeyed even as Prowl's fingers worked into Jazz's hips, impatient in his own way to feel the slick valve between them.
~Here love?~ Amusement, excitement- it was a balcony and far from private, even if they were alone at the moment- and a bit of wonder that had yet to fade at being such an object of desire.
"Here," Prowl growled against Jazz's throat as he nipped at it lightly, intoxicated as always by the prospect of having his bonded and sharing the pleasure.
Jazz's field flared against his bonded, asking for that additional element of sharing as the cover slid away. Prowl's field wrapped around him with a heavy moan, entwining and opening up as fully as the bond was and just as enjoyable as Prowl slid his panel open and extended his pressurizing spike directly into his lover's valve.
"So good," Prowl moaned, relishing this sensation he'd never contemplated before. To actually feel his spike pressurize within a valve.
Jazz shuddered, getting an edge of what Prowl was feeling through their sharing and changing his touch on the doorwings, adding more pressure to certain places as he nuzzled Prowl's helm.
"Only for you, my love." Exploring new pleasure, this time with an added edge, the chance of being caught. It felt good, feeling Prowl's spike pressurize inside him, an undeniable pleasure he caused. He tightened the calipers inside his valve, squeezing down on the nearly pressurized spike and moaning as Prowl did.
Another low, pleasure-filled groan escaped Prowl as he began to thrust, deep and hard.
Jazz gasped and whimpered, speaking softly to his mate as he was lost in feeling, a litany in spoken words and spark flowing from him. "Please more. More. So good. Love you."
"Love you," Prowl moaned, his pace picking up as he pressed his doorwings into Jazz's hands. He reached down to slide a hand along Jazz's right leg and pulled it upwards by the knee, changing the angle of penetration and allowing Prowl that much deeper. ~My lover, my bonded, my everything.~
~Prowl!~ The cry he would not give voice to burst across the bond, hands playing across the Praxian's doorwings in desperation, so close to the edge and wanting Prowl there with him. His bonded. His everything.
It was more than enough to drive Prowl over the edge and he had to mute his vocalizer to prevent himself from roaring as his body locked up, his spike buried to the base inside Jazz and pumping hot, slick transfluid deep inside Jazz's valve.
The overload charge echoed between the two of them, through blended EM fields and joined bodies, but it was the pleasure racing across the bond that pushed Jazz to the breaking point, frame locking up and processor blanking out as he lost the ability to consciously process anything but the intense pleasure.
Slowly, but not nearly slowly enough, they came back to themselves with kisses and caresses.
"Never get enough of you," Prowl murmured as he guided them down and around until he was sitting with his back to the wall and Jazz was in his lap, still connected with spike buried and twitching in slick and twitching valve.
Lips claimed his as Jazz snuggled against him. ~Would never want you to get enough. Want you always.~
A soft, contented vent escaped Prowl and he hugged Jazz close. "Still, you should enjoy the celebration. Just because I'm not partial to such socializing is no reason for you to avoid it."
"Should probably clean up a little first." Jazz replied, not moving. ~Won't leave you if you want me to stay. You don't have to be alone.~
Prowl hummed and kissed him. ~Yes, you should clean up. As much as I adore you, want you close, I do enjoy my time alone, watching from the sidelines.~
"Help me?" Jazz asked, request and offer in making both of them presentable.
"Of course," Prowl kissed him again and almost reluctantly withdrew his spike into its housing. "As appealing as seeing my claim dribbling down your legs can be at times."
An agreeable purr at the implications escaped Jazz as he stood and offered a hand to his bonded. ~And only yours now.~
~As is your claim,~ Prowl shivered as he stood and claimed another kiss, memories of feeling Jazz's transfluid sliding down his inner legs electrifying in its own right. ~Mmm, cloth, or glossa?~
A cloth was surely faster, but seeing as he had no desire to run off and nowhere he needed to be the decision was easy. Provided he could stop kissing the mech long enough. ~Glossa.~
Prowl shivered and turned them around. While he didn't press Jazz against the wall, it was close enough to help support the mech if ... as if it was a question ... he overloaded again. Then Prowl knelt and slid his glossa up the inside of Jazz's left leg, catching his transfluid mixed with Jazz's lubrication.
~Love how you taste mixed with me,~ Prowl rumbled.
A soft moan escaped Jazz as the glossa slid over plating, though the reply was light and teasing. ~Glad you approve.~
Prowl hummed, adding vibration to his cleanup effort as he shifted to Jazz's right leg, working his way up until the fine oil that coated his glossa was the only trace left on Jazz's legs and he went to work with abandon between his lover's legs. Working from the edge of where the panel covered inward, Prowl indulged himself with Jazz's taste and moans. It was hard to keep his spike sheathed with how erotic this was. It wasn't as good as kissing or swallowing a spike but he couldn't find any kind of objection within himself as he thrust his glossa into the hot, slick space his spike had been moments before.
Muted moans never ceased as Jazz scrambled for some sort of support, suddenly very thankful for Prowl's foresight as he lost the ability to delegate much thought to standing. The sensations rippling through him were glorious, all the more so for the rarity. Hand ghosted over doorwing, offering and felt the appendage press into the touch wantonly. And across the bond offering without words to take him again if Prowl desired and cleaning up be damned.
The rest of the world could watch and suffer if they were caught, because Prowl was his and his alone. Those doorwings, that spike, valve, hands, that oh so talented mouth, and most importantly that brilliant spark, belonged to Jazz and he wasn't going to share.
~Don't want to share,~ Prowl purred across the bond, it open fully to share the intense pleasure Prowl garnered from using his mouth to elicit those sound and desires from the mech that was the center of his existence. ~Want to be just yours. You're so much more than I dared hope possible in my bonded.~
A barely muffled cry from Jazz at that admission, for Prowl was everything that Jazz had dreamed of and more. His other hand finally found the offered doorwing.
His.
His passionate mech. That beautifully blazing spark joined to his own as they shared everything- joy, pleasure, fear, doubt, hope, life.
And that small need Jazz still had occasionally for reassurance that it was all real. ~Mine?~ The question a whisper touch as he balanced on the verge of overload.
~Yours. For all time,~ Prowl assured with the words and all the emotions that generated them. ~Always yours.~
It was enough to push Jazz the rest of the way, charge flowing through as he collapsed into the arms of his bonded, peacefully content in the conclusion. He dimly felt a soft cloth wiping away the last of the exterior lubrication and Prowl's fingers gently coaxing the cover shut.
"Love you," Prowl murmured into a kiss as he held the sated mech close.
Jazz purred, relaxed enough to fall into recharge then and there. ~Love you.~
Pulling himself together somewhat he nuzzled at Prowl. ~Need to get you cleaned up.~
The Praxian nuzzled him back. ~And how do you plan on doing that?~ he rumbled, teasing and aroused. He had no need to overload again, he wasn't that worked up, but he wasn't about to refuse it either.
In reply Jazz pulled out another cloth and started working, reverently buffing what he could reach of Prowl from his current position in the mechs arms with gentle, even pressure. ~Unless you have a different idea.~
~This works nicely,~ Prowl groaned in pleasure that wasn't arousal. Across the bond flowed how good it felt to have Jazz take care of him like this, how much he was looking forward to buffing out the chromate transfers he'd painted Jazz with in their passion.
Jazz stole a kiss before pulling back from Prowl, moving on to a place he could not reach before. Slowly he worked his way around the form of bonded, paying special attention to areas that were prominent before ending up behind Prowl.
He traded the cloth he was holding for another, softer, one before starting on the doorwings, having saved them for last intentionally.
The shuddering moan that came with the first movement was music to Jazz, the arousal and pleasure that no one else was allowed to enjoy anymore. That first sound also told him that he could overload his bonded by those enticing doorwings if he wanted to.
He continued to work, concentrating on the front of the panels first with firm pressure as he worked out some minor marks his fingers had left. Then he traced the edge of the wings, more concerned with the reaction it earned him than actually cleaning anything from there. ~Good?~
~Yes,~ Prowl answered with a audible groan of pleasure and shifted to brace himself against the wall by his hands. His doorwings flared backwards, nearly perpendicular to his back, to give Jazz the most and easiest access to everything.
On the backs of the wings, Jazz quickly found that perfect pressure between tickling and painful. The sounds each motion of the cloth pulled from Prowl went through him as well and he leaned forward, breathing lightly on the wing. ~More?~
"Yes!" Prowl gasped, needy and quickly growing desperate as the charge built past the point of easy dispersal.
Lips traced along the wing, chasing the path of the cloth before returning to the point where wings joined frame, glossa dipping into the seams and joints as Jazz hummed. The feedback along the bond was enough to make him slick again, despite two overloads in quick succession.
"Harder," Prowl growled, his fingers digging against the wall as he trembled. "Just a little more," he panted, unabashed at his desires.
Jazz complied, dropping the cloth so he could work at the doorwings with both hands, glossa teasing as feedback traveled along the bond. He couldn't express even in song how intensely joyful this made him. To have this more important mech putty under his hands ... even if Prowl was somewhat demanding putty. Jazz knew that no one else had taking this kind of care with Prowl. Yes, former lovers had played with his wings, pleasured him this way, but none of them had done so asking nothing in return. They hadn't done it for the joy of seeing ecstasy etched on those strong features.
The jolts of the building charge jumped to Jazz's hands, giving him as much an indicator of his lover's state as the moans Prowl offered him. It tickled at his glossa. His mech to please, to worship as Prowl deserved to be worshiped. It was the work of a moment to change the setting on his voice, to pull out the one trick that would finish what he started. Hands sweeping out along the wings he leaned against his bonded, opening the bond between them so that Prowl could see just how much he meant to Jazz, and how much Jazz meant the two little words he was about to say.
"Love you."
Prowl muted his vocalizer against the scream but did nothing to mute it from Jazz as his systems crashed into overload, driven by his spark's response to that voice.
Incoherent. Ecstasy. Safe. Loved. Cared for. Trusted.
Loved.
Prowl reveled in that word, in all the multitude of levels of meaning it possessed and that every single one applied here.
As he came down, gasping for cooling air, Prowl found his orientation. He was still braced against the wall, Jazz giving him a little extra support.
~Love you, my Jazz. My bonded,~ Prowl murmured, still reveling in all that meant.
~Yours.~ Jazz agreed blissfully happy with how happy Prowl was as he pulled the mech against him. They stayed like that until it seemed that Prowl was stable again and Jazz let go, planting a parting kiss on each doorwing as he rose from the floor.
Neither lover was aware they were being watched from not far away, nor would they have cared. They should have.
~You're right,~ Sunstreaker held his growl in check. ~They're talking without speaking.~
~They have to be.~ Sideswipe replied, agitated. ~That's too coordinated, too perfect. And there's no delay and no comm reading.~
The pair continued to watch as their brother helped the Praxian up, offering no resistance as he was then swept into kiss. Then silence as the black and white pair simply held on to each other before Prowl stepped back. A parting caress as Jazz turned around for him, than Jazz was off without a word.
~You talk to Jazz, I'll handle him,~ Sunstreaker kept another rumble in check.
Sideswipe nodded, heading off quickly in a direction that would allow him to intercept his brother once Jazz was out of sight of the Praxian. ~Just don't hurt him too much. Yet.~
Damage done was hard to undo. And if this mech was taking advantage of their brother Sideswipe wanted a piece of him too. Several pieces.
Out of sight, out of normal audio range and a door closed between them.
"Hey little bro," Sideswipe greeted him, opening with a 'nothing is wrong' approach.
Jazz stopped mid step, momentarily startled at seeing his brother there, then offered a genuine smile. "Sides!" He looked around. "Sunstreaker come too? When did ya get here?"
"This morning," the red royal smiled, pleased at Jazz was genuine happy to see him. At least Prowl hadn't poisoned him against family yet. "Haven't seen you in far too long. You're inseparable from him."
Jazz actually looked slightly guilty at that. It was true. He hadn't been home since he had left as Sirenis over a metacycle ago, and he hadn't seen any of his family in person since his creators just after the surgery. They deserved better than that, even if time seemed to loose meaning when he was with Prowl.
"Yeah. Sorry about that ... Serenity taking it all right?"
"She misses you, a lot," Sideswipe told him. "We all do. How is he keeping you here?"
"He's got things he needs to see to. Sirenis is supposed to perform anyway. Didn't see any reason to travel when we're supposed to be courting." Jazz answered quickly. Too quickly. "Was on my way to get some energon. Want some?"
Sideswipe frowned. ~That Praxian where we left him?~
~Yeah. Defensive as the Pit too,~ Sunstreaker growled.
"I'd rather talk to you," Sideswipe countered Jazz's attempt at moving on with a hand on his arm. "Look, I know. What did he do to make you agree?"
"Agree to what? Staying? Why would he need to do something to get me to stay?" Jazz's discomfort becoming visible with the agitation pulling at his spark. He would not lie to his brother. He would never lie to Sideswipe. "You're the one who said I needed to take some time and enjoy myself. Just takin' your advice."
But he couldn't tell.
Something clicked into place. "Where's Sunny?" he demanded.
"Watching that Praxian," Sideswipe did his best to keep his full displeasure from showing. "You need me to spell it out? Fine. We. Know. You. Bonded. To. Prowl." He kept his voice low, but it didn't hide any of his emotions as he grabbed Jazz by both arms and forced him to meet his optics. "What did he do to you?"
Jazz looked at him, defiance and fear so clear on the younger mech's face. "He asked."
"After a metacycle?" Sideswipe couldn't hide that he was horrified. "A metacycle? After all I warned you about? He's got a cruel streak a quadrant wide. He's a controller, and abuser in the making if he isn't already. Maybe, maybe he's got a good spark, but that doesn't make this right. Primus, Jazz. How could you jump into this?"
Jazz was shaking now, struggling against the hold on his arms. There was no repentance, no regret for what he had done, but Sideswipe was scaring him, and he reached out for Prowl, knowing Sunstreaker's temperament and desperately afraid for his bonded.
He wanted to be with Prowl. Needed to be with Prowl. Vents working furiously, on the verge of panic, he finally faced Sideswipe again. "Because."
~Calm,~ Prowl reached out to him, wrapping Jazz in a blanket of reassurance, acceptance and a processor that had been working on contingencies for discovery since that first night. ~I am undamaged. He is angry but not violent as long as I stay where I am.~ There was an uncomfortable pause. ~They believe I forced you, somehow coerced you into bonding?~
"Because?" Sideswipe was shaking too as he clicked a dataport open. "What, exactly, happened?"
"It was just another merge. He wanted ... I wanted. When we came to I could hear him in my spark." Jazz answered, calming with Prowl's assurance that he was still unharmed. Reaching out he sought refuge in that calm that was his bondmate. ~Your siblings would probably think the same thing.~
~There is a 98.9338% probability that at least Springer will,~ Prowl agreed.
"It shouldn't be that easy," Sideswipe said uneasily, relenting in his grip some. "Jazz, tell me honestly. Has he hurt you? Demanded anything you were uneasy with?"
"Nothing. No harm. No threats." Visor met optics squarely, truthfully. His arm turned in the loosed grip, own data port open. "I swear. Look."
Despite the desire to trust his brother, to trust what he saw in Jazz's visor, this was too much, too important, and he plugged in. As gently as he could, he riffled through a metacycle worth of memories and froze when it registered that they hadn't bonded after a metacycle.
~Sides?~ Sunstreaker reached out when he felt his brother's processors stall.
~If ... if this wasn't exactly what they're saying, I'd tear that Praxian to pieces after shaming him before all of Cybertron,~ the bright red royal responded shakily. ~They bonded four decaorns after they met as Jazz and Prowl. And it was as honestly mutual as any couple I know of. Prowl's been ... very good to him.~
Sunstreaker was still inclined to tear the Praxian he was watching to pieces in spite of Sideswipes discovery of mutual agreement, deeply troubled and more than a little angry.
~Decaorns?~ He growled, glaring. Good to Jazz or not, that was ... unacceptable.
~Four decaorns,~ Sideswipe confirmed. ~As much as I want to blame him...~ he sent the bonding memory to his twin instead. ~Sunny, if anything, this is Jazz and Impact's fault. Prowl's never bared his spark to anyone but Jazz. We taught Jazz better,~ his distress was clear in the bond. ~We taught him better.~
~Jazz said they'd merged before.~ Sunstreaker protested, but the argument was weak, even to him. ~Primus Sides, what do we do with them?~
~We keep a very close optic on Jazz, check him regularly that this is still consensual and he's happy ... and we teach them how to hide,~ he sighed. ~Bro, as much as I hate this, he makes Jazz deliriously happy. We can't take that away just because they didn't follow custom or common sense.~
~Little late to try.~ Sunstreaker grunted, still thoroughly disgruntled with the whole mess. ~Done asking him questions? I think his Praxian is going to start twitching if you don't bring him back. And as much as I would enjoy that...~
As much as he would enjoy the Praxians discomfort, he was not going to do that to his little brother. Sunstreaker was not nearly as open or affectionate as his twin, but Jazz was his family.
~My Praxian will do more than twitch soon,~ Jazz told his brother grimly across the hardline, startling his older sibling. ~Yes, I heard most of that. You're the one who taught me how to listen via a hardline.~
~Seems you aren't the only one who forgot some of their lessons,~ Sideswipe sighed. He was deeply unhappy and troubled, but what he said was true. Jazz was deliriously happy and he'd do anything to keep him that way. He disconnected and vented a deep sigh. "All right, let's go sit somewhere private and talk. All four of us."
It took only a moment for the two groups to meet up on the way to Prowl's suites, the most secure of the locations readily available to them. They were soon settled with Jazz tucked against Prowl's side, despite the scowls it earned them from the twins. Highgrade and regular energon close at hand did nothing to ease the tension, though Prowl's nibbling on confections did seem to help settle him.
"So you know, and you know no one was coerced," Prowl finally broke the silence. "Will you help us?"
The scowls grew darker for a moment, a pause as a conversation neither of the newly bonded mechs was privy too took place, and Sunstreaker finally growled. "Provided you stop being so Pit slagging stupid and stop and think every now and then...yes." And for once his comment was clearly directed at both mechs seated across from him.
"We will do our best," Prowl promised. "We did not intend to break tradition, though I have a rudimentary grasp of how it happened."
Jazz nodded in agreement, looking at Sideswipe in particular. "You do seem kinda upset with the whole thing, more than us just not havin' permission."
"The timing doesn't disturb either of you?" Sideswipe looked at his younger brother incredulously. "How little you actually knew each other before it happened?"
True to his word, Jazz actually sat there and considered it, leaning more into the Praxian without thinking as he did so. He knew he still had much to learn about his bonded, but all of it seemed so inconsequential compared to what he already knew.
His spark knew that he was meant to be with Prowl. Being with the Praxian brought him peace and contentment and a sense of completeness that he could not put into words. Prowl was his and he was Prowl's. What more was there to know?
Sideswipe vented deeply. "Have you at least worked out how to deal with Prowl's sadism?"
"What?" Prowl couldn't help but stiffen sharply, his doorwings flared wide in shock. "I'm not..."
"Don't you dare!" Sunstreaker nearly stood. "What you do to your pleasurebots? That's sadistic. You're getting off on their pain."
"No, I don't," Prowl countered, firm but subdued. "It's not their pain. It's the sensation for me."
Jazz pressed a hand to Prowl's chest, directly over his bonded's spark, pleading. Deep down he agreed with his brothers, but he accepted Prowl. All of Prowl. And... "He doesn't ask that of me."
That seemed to settle the twins, at least some.
"See that you never do," Sunstreaker growled. "I will tear you to shreds if you ever hurt Jazz."
"If I ever do, you are welcome to do so," Prowl met the angry yellow royal's optics squarely. "I never wish to hurt Jazz. I will never hurt him. On my spark."
Jazz's tension at the threats had yet to fade, evident in every line of his body, watching his brothers warily. Finally he appealed to the less reactive of the pair. "Sides?"
The more sociable of his twin brothers vented deeply and focused on Jazz. "I don't like it, I'm not sure I'll ever trust this, but we'll help you as much as we can if you promise to spend at least half your time in Protihex and you talk to me at least every decaorn until you're officially bonded."
"And don't you dare leave the problems out of that chat, either," Sunstreaker added. "We still have issues. You are going to."
~Can you do that, at least for a while?~ Jazz asked, slipping into bondspeak, comfortable and safe. ~Spend time in Protihex after the festival is over?~
There hadn't been more than a building between the two them for any length of time since they had bonded, and even that was still uncomfortable. So going back to Protihex without Prowl wasn't an option, at least not yet.
"Yes, I can spend the time requested in Protihex," Prowl dipped his doorwings in submission, all too aware that the brothers across from him would be suspicious of anything they could not hear. "I never intended to take you away from your family this much."
"My fault too." He had never asked too go back, too wrapped up in simply being bonded to notice the amount of time that had passed. "And I'll call, promise Sides. You won't tell then?"
The twins looked at each other. Sunstreaker's finely tuned engine grumbled and Sideswipe x-vented deeply.
"We won't tell," Sideswipe promised and leaned forward, his arms crossed and elbows on his knees. "Now, since you barely know how you ended up bonded, which is not normal, we all need to count our blessings that neither of you are with spark yet. Do you have a physician you trust? Impact maybe?"
"Can we trust her?" In all of Jazz's short memory it seemed as though the medic worked with Springer when it came to dealing with Prowl, and he was pretty sure that the large mech was the last one he wanted to know the truth at the moment.
As he waited for an answer he tried to find other options and failed. Callback would feel obligated, and rightfully so, to report the situation to Jazz's creators. First Aid would undoubtedly feel the same way. And looking for one among the general population was not an option. It would be quicker and less painful to tell Serenity and just let her tell everyone.
Prowl reluctantly shook his head, his doorwings quivering at the truth of it. "No, not if we can help it. She's the most likely to keep the secret of those I know."
~But?~ Jazz poked at the bond gently.
~But she'll demand a merge with each of us to be sure it's consensual and you aren't manipulating me,~ Prowl whispered.
~I can deal with that. But somewhere you can't. If I wasn't afraid he'd tear me apart instead of listen I'd merge with your brother just to prove to them I'm not.~ Of course Jazz was banking on Impact's professionalism to keep her from tearing into him like she was going to feel he deserved as well.
~You asked me ... it's an information merge, but I don't want to expose my spark to anyone but you,~ he struggled to explain the combination of reactions he had to the idea. He focused on Sideswipe. "Exactly why do we need a physician?"
Jazz hadn't considered that until a wave of possessiveness rippled through him at the mention of Prowl's spark. ~Sideswipe was content with a data upload. Maybe that'll be good enough for her too.~ He reached to soothe the edge of fear that he sensed as well before also looking at his brother, curious, as Prowl began to relax against him.
"I trust you both see the wisdom of avoiding kindling until you're officially bonded?" the red royal looked between them as the pair nodded. "Thank Primus for small miracles. Given how easily you bonded, a little extra insurance so one of you doesn't end up with a new spark would be a good idea."
"What kind of 'insurance'? And just how hard is bonding supposed to be?" Jazz asked. Sideswipe kept saying that, but it had been easy to the point of neither of them realizing what they were doing until it done.
"There are inhibitors, fairly common in the lower castes to control the population," Sideswipe began. "Sunny and I have them because we have to merge periodically to keep our sparks stable. Even though it's not an interface merge, it's more like an information one, though not really, there's a possibility of enough energy being there to kindle so our creators had them installed when we were sparklings. When we upgraded to mechs we also got the protocols for turning them off when we wanted to. Like your vocalizer, they default to on when we boot up. I can tell you the overloads don't feel any different, but it prevents a new spark from forming by shunting enough energy elsewhere. Given it seems like an errant thought ended up with a bond, the same could end with you kindling."
"From your memories ... well, it should require the kind of intent that comes with being completely in your right processor. Not overcharged on pleasure." Sunstreaker added. "If bonding was so easy a lot of mechlings would end up bonded to their first."
Silence as that was absorbed and processed, Jazz sorting carefully through all of the information, spark leaning on Prowl's as he did so. He could recall no actual intent of bonding with Prowl when they had merged that time, just an overwhelming desire for the mech to be his forever.
If their bonding was so unusual... Tense he started feeling along the connection between them, looking for weakness, oddness, anything that seemed out of place. He prayed to Primus that he would find nothing, even though he wasn't sure what he was looking for.
Prowl's spark reached out for his, flowing along a smooth, strong, solid bond and wrapped his in a warm embrace. ~Unusual or not, we are together and together we will face the future.~
For a long moment Jazz savored that warmth and comfort, asking forgiveness for doubting as he simply held on to Prowl. ~They make a good point. And if they figured it out it was probably just a matter of time before she would, as closely as she is determined to watch us.~
Forgiveness was immediately given, without hesitation and with all the love and devotion Prowl had to offer.
~True,~ Prowl murmured. "Would we both need the device?"
"Probably not," Sideswipe considered it, curious where Prowl was going with this.
"It's possible I can have one installed without telling anyone I'm already bonded," he explained. "I'm well known here for planning long into the future and for being over-prepared almost to the point of paranoia. It will no doubt make Impact watch us more closely but I can ask First Aid to install one in me on the grounds of not wanting to risk an illegitimate heir. I might be questioned, but it will not be the first time I 'over reacted' to some piece of data I find. They already know I've studied bonds and bonding extensively. It is actually not an unreasonable reaction for me once I reached the section on kindling."
"Just so long as he leaves it turned on it should work." Sunstreaker mused, having spent most of the conversation observing the pair to discuss with his twin later. "Getting it through your processors that neither of you want to deal with getting caught, much less getting caught cause you're sparked, will go a long way too."
"I will work on preparing to go to First Aid," Prowl stated. "I should have a convincing cover within a decacycle. However, the probability of Impact catching us before the hundred and fifty vorn courting my creators have politely demanded is now at 43.8487%."
Sunstreaker snorted softly. "I'd wager it's a bit higher than that. She's a femme. Not a bad idea to have an ally here."
"An ally would be good," Prowl admitted, his doorwings twitching uneasily. "I am far less certain how she will take it, however. Even if we can only put off telling her a few vorns it would improve her reaction significantly. Six vorns. I need my family ignorant for at least six vorns."
"And then only her?" Jazz asked, stroking Prowl's arm softly in an attempt to calm his mate.
"Preferably," Prowl nodded his doorwings and leaned into the contact as he forced himself to settle fully. "I would prefer not to tell even her if we do not need to, though I have few scenarios where she does not learn. Controlling the time and circumstances of her discovery is to our advantage."
"They'll take it that bad?" Sideswipe asked.
"There is a 87.5003% probability they will attempt to have the bond nullified if they find out before they are convinced that Jazz is not like Crisp Wind," Prowl said softly. "He hid his nature from them very well."
There was an immediate reaction from those present, and none of them were positive. Jazz whimpered softly, barely willing to even consider a life without Prowl.
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker's reactions were much more violent, having a good idea of the lengths that Prowl's family would go to 'free' their brother from Jazz. Lengths they themselves had been considering not so long ago.
~Shu,~ Prowl murmured along the bond, pulling Jazz close, nearly in his lap. ~I will not let them hurt you. The bond will not be broken.~
~Don't want a life without you.~ In the moment, Jazz was sure he'd rather be deactivated than face a life without Prowl. To go on living and know that the other half of his spark was out there somewhere forbidden to him...
~Never. Never forbidden,~ Prowl actually growled, defiant and determined, plans and options flowing freely as he calculated dozens of ways to escape their kin if things went badly. Prowl was ready to leave Cybertron, leave his title and easy, comfortable functioning behind to keep Jazz.
"Whatever you're planning, just stop." Sunstreaker growled, Jazz's obvious distress starting to eat at his self-control while the clearly aggressive response from Prowl rubbed him the wrong way.
"Contingencies," Prowl countered, holding his bonded close. "I will not give up Jazz or our bond."
"Which would be what we are all trying to avoid at the moment." Sideswipe replied, nudging his twin gently against the bond. "So stop making both of you crazy."
"He was just trying to reassure me," Jazz interrupted, protective of Prowl and he's efforts. "We all know how far both our Houses have gone to deal with an unwanted bond."
"Not going to deny it, little bro." Sideswipe replied, forcing himself to at least appear relaxed as he directed the conversation into a mixture of small talk and useful tidbits on how to hide a bond, focused on protecting his little brother and his happiness.