Starcrossed

by Gatekat

G1 AU, Jazz/Prowl, Jazz/Vortex Jazz is the second creation of a Noble House that's fallen on hard times. He's promised as the subordinate mate to a wealthy commoner in exchange for a great deal of credits. It's only when he meets his future mate that things get bad.

10. The Final Straw

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Starcrossed 10: The Final Straw
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Jazz stood in front of the door to his chambers with a small cable from his wrist hooked up to the lock that prevented him from leaving. He watched his chronometer ticking by while he shifted and rewrote the permissions programming, until he heard a soft click indicating the mag lock's release. He reset the lock, unplugged from it, and crossed back into the berthroom and over to Prowl.

The Praxian had his dataport exposed before Jazz even reached him and he plugged in, leaning into a kiss as he did. ~Less than three kliks,~ he reported. ~I think I can get it under one with enough practice.~

~Excellent,~ Prowl's relief was far stronger than his praise. The entirely too regular sessions of Jazz torturing him for Vortex's amusement were even more draining on him than either had anticipated, but he was still holding himself together thanks to these times when Vortex was not in the suite. ~What of blocking the bond?~ That was the last needed step. With the extra energon Jazz was able to slip him helping his processor speed, preparations were going much faster than he'd initially calculated, and they could be out in less than a vorn.

~Still not quite,~ Jazz sighed. ~It would be easier if he would merge with me, ever.~ What he had been unable to figure out in more than a vorn of practice had become completely clear in a single moment during the only merge they had ever had apart from their bonding. ~Soon,~ he promised quickly. ~It's not like I'm short on overloads to practice with.~

~Soon as you can block him,~ Prowl's words were as much a promise as a plea. He needed to escape at least as badly as Jazz. Probably far more than Jazz did. Eventually Jazz's programming would convince him to accept his function as Vortex's bonded. Prowl only had the hope of escape with Jazz to hold onto. He leaned into the contact, drawing strength from the loving touch and the knowledge that the plan was almost ready to move to the next phase.

Jazz wrapped his arms tightly around Prowl and rested there silently, trying to pulse over as much support as he had to offer. Hurting Prowl had been hard, but as more time went on, it was becoming less so, and that was frightening him. Learning and reprogramming himself to enjoy pain had been bad enough, but to enjoy Prowl's... They needed to get out, before he lost himself and destroyed them both.

Activity over the bond caught his attention, a strong ripple of pleasure that was tinted differently than what he usually caught from Vortex when he was away at one of his gatherings. Curious, Jazz pushed back with a question, and the rumble of desire and intention-for him-came at the same time as unexpected motion in one of the hall cameras. Vortex was entering the estate, less than a joor after he'd left.

~Slag!~ Jazz hissed while he watched the rotor approaching. ~He was supposed to be at Brawl's all orn!~ He lifted his hand up to the hardline and held there, pulling back to look at Prowl. ~Will you be all right?~

~Yes.~ Prowl assured him as he settled into his default position. It didn't matter if it was truth or not. They could not be caught like this.

Jazz growled softly. ~I'll try to distract him with something else,~ he promised, unplugged, and moved back over to his kneel on the berth, disabling the loop, and then lifted his arms over his head, using the remaining kliks to make a show of stretching out after holding still for so long before reclining back on the berth in time for Vortex to enter.

"Just what I had in mind," Vortex rumbled as he zeroed in on Jazz immediately, his strides taking him to the berth where he all but pounced on his bonded.

Jazz gave a soft, surprised yelp as he was pinned back and looked up at his bonded. He'd been expecting to have to seduce Vortex into berth, convince him that a series of overloads was going to be more interesting than watching Prowl be tortured, but the rotor seemed to have come to that conclusion on his own already. "Bonded," he trilled, letting his pleased surprise bloom out. "I was not expecting you so soon."

"Yes, I got a little mod just for you," Vortex rumbled, claiming a kiss as his spike cover slid back. "It's time we had a creation to occupy your down time with so you aren't so bored."

Jazz's warm, pleasured mood, both at his bonded's amorous intent and relief that Prowl seemed to be spared for the moment, vanished instantly and he pulled out of the kiss, staring at the rotor. "Creation," he repeated, stunned. "Now?"

"It has been over a vorn. It is past time you carried my heir so the nobility accepts this as a real bonding," Vortex explained, annoyed he had to do more than pay, but not so much he cared that much about it.

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