Once again, as promised, I upload another chapter for your entertainment. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS STICKY, JUST LETTING YOU ALL KNOW! Feel free to skip this chapter, but I do not 100% enforce the idea.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, except Cloudmist. I own her.

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Chapter Three

Prowl sighed as he munched on his donut, leaning back against the chair of his office, filing criminal reports into the department's database. His chestplates were no longer swollen, but now his midsection was beginning to swell. According to Jazz, he had a "cute little bump" where his gestation chamber had fully lifted and now held the newspark within. There was nothing much but the little orb and the transfluids Jazz was supplying to supplement their sparkling's growth.

The mech found employment in the Iaconian Enforcer Department, commanding his own fine team of elite Enforcers and the Head of the Tactical Division once more. Although he was given the choice of being promoted to the Head Chief of Iacon's finest, Prowl turned down the opportunity. He was satisfied as commander of his own team.

Just as he was effective in the field, Prowl was just as effective in his office; he filed an entire groon's worth of files onto the database in a cyber-week. Iacon's Enforcer Department ran smoother than before.

It was nearing the graveyard shift when Prowl heard a knocking on his office door.

[[Open tha door, love.]] his mate said from their bond.

Prowl hurriedly stuffed what was left of his donut into his mouth, chewing it up and swallowing it down. [[It's open, Jazz.]]

The door promptly opened and the ex-saboteur strode in with a glinting smile. Prowl stood up after offlining his data computer, meeting Jazz in an embrace. They shared a chaste kiss before heading out of Prowl's office. Prowl said through their bond, [[Couldn't wait for me to come home on my own?]]

Jazz scoffed, [[Mah mate es carryin' an' he shouldn' have ta walk all alone en the dead of night.]] There was a hint of playfulness in his field as he allowed it to waver before pulling it back closely.

[[I'm a sturdy mech, Jazz. I can handle the big, bad mechs all on my own.]] Prowl replied. He went into the main office, checking out at the front desk before leaving with Jazz at his side.

Jazz chuckled as he reached for Prowl's servo, twining their digits together, [[Can ya really, baby?]] he passed a flirtatious wave towards his mate with their bond to which Prowl sent back.

[[I can handle you, can I not?]]

[[Callin' meh ay big, bad mech? Oh, dat stings.]]

Prowl tightened his hold around Jazz's servo only slightly, giving it a gentle squeeze. [[You are my big, bad mech. Mine and only mine.]]

They arrived home, Jazz shutting the door behind them. The black and white mech captured his mate from behind, wrapping his arms around Prowl's waist. Prowl leaned back into his mate, relishing the soft kisses pressed onto his neck. Their fields filled with nothing but love and passion wavered out and mixed with one another. Jazz stroked Prowl's sides, digits tracing along his transformation seams and lingering where he knew Prowl was sensitive at; he moved one servo to stroke the bump tenderly. The touch sent electrical waves up Prowl's frame, shuddering pleasantly as his servo settled above the one on his middle. There was a spike in Prowl's field as his engine gave a rev.

[[Where do ya want meh ta give ya sweet music, love?]] asked Jazz as he sucked the crook of his mate's neck.

Prowl offline his optics, loving the sensation of his mate's gentle touches and his wet glossa licking the delicate cables. [[The same place where we made our bitlet.]]

Jazz chuckled, the vibrations tickling Prowl's neck. [[Tha berth et es.]]

The couple relocated to their berthroom.

The carrying mech fell into Jazz's lap, straddling him as he wrapped his arms around Jazz's neck and leaned down to press a soft kiss onto his mate's lips. Prowl moved first, slowly rolling his hips forward to grind against his mate's panel. Jazz released a throaty moan as the friction heated his panel, a warm pooling beginning to rise in his lower midsection. Black servos cupped the small protruding bump, rubbing delicately and tenderly.

[[Yer so beautiful, Prowler.]] whispered Jazz in their bond as he continued to caress his mate. Oh how he enjoyed seeing his mate before him like this, grinding against his panel and making quiet mewling sounds as their lips were sharing kisses. Jazz got the privilege to see the true entity of Prowl and his other side that many mechs did not see. Prowl was his forever, the ideal mate he sought for to live and raise a family with. Filled with love and spark burning passion, Jazz held his mate close to his frame and pressed into their kiss.

[[I can't imagine being with another mech for a mate; you are perfect, just for me.]]

As he ground, the newspark fluttered in Prowl's gestation chamber, clearly enjoying the thrill it felt in his creators' mixed fields. The two mechs paused momentarily, both of them looking down towards the bump.

[[Ay love ya, Prowl.]]

Prowl smiled softly. [[I love you too, Jazz.]]

The couple continued their romancing, giving each other caresses. As Jazz laid his beautiful mate upon their berth, he took in the sight before revealing himself to Prowl who had done the same earlier and moved inside of him in one easy movement. Their room was filled with hushed moans and whimpers as they began their act of love, Jazz thrusting sweetly in his mate who arched beneath him and bucked his hips in return to bring the spike of his mate deeper into him. Sensor clusters were triggered with the soft ridges of the black and white mech's spike, the valve clenching ever so often as the mesh was stretched to accommodate. Words were not needed to express the amount of love they felt for one another; sweet actions were enough to speak a thousand words. Jazz did not roughen or quicken his pace; he remained teasingly slow to build up his mate for their finish. He wanted Prowl to enjoy his overload. As his mate continued to grip him, Jazz restrained his desire to pound into his mate without warning, because in doing so, he may risk the chance of Prowl not being ready and cause harm to their unborn child. Their scent wavered in the atmosphere of their room, mixing with the ozone.

Prowl's frame quivered, moaning softly, his valve clenching the thick spike sliding in and out within him. His servos gripped the clasps of Jazz's armor, digits unlatching them and watched them fall onto their berth. The black and white mech chuckled as he was stripped bare before following his mate's example, doing the same until his protoform was exposed. The white skinplates on the submissive mech were decorated with red biofluorescent lights that streaked down his frame where the skinplates missed protection. They pulsated brightly with the pulse of his spark, brightening and dimming rapidly.

Jazz marveled the sight of his mate, whispering through their bond with a husky tone, [[So beautiful, mah Prowler.]]

Prowl could not reply, too busy moaning and accepting the pleasure from his mate. His vents hitched as his valve clenched firmly in an overload causing Jazz to groan aloud at the increased pressure on his spike; Prowl's charge fell and prepared to rise once more. His stiffened protoform loosened, hips raising to bring in his mate. The tightened valve relished the contact with the ridges on Jazz's spike and Prowl released a moan. [[Jazz... you kill me... please...]]

The ex-saboteur managed a smile as his visor dimmed, leaning down to nip Prowl's lip. [[Ay love seein' ya... moanin' an' writhin' undah meh...]]

The Enforcer whimpered. [[This speed... make it faster...]]

There was a furious rev coming from Jazz's engine as his next few thrusts came abruptly and earned himself a satisfying cry from his mate. Prowl's backstruts came off the berth, his front rubbing against Jazz and he bucked his hips. [[Yes...! Just like... that!]]

Prowl squirmed underneath his mate, uttering Jazz's designation with audible words. The white and black mech did not restrain his second overload when it came and it was sufficient to milk his mate into overload; his fluids shot out from Jazz's tip in gushes and came in contact with the open gestation chamber that took in those fluids. Jazz rested above his mate, burying his helm on Prowl's bare chest and listened to the thrum of his spark as Prowl's legs remained latched on Jazz's waist. The carrying individual wrapped his arms around his mate, stroking the bare back tenderly as his digits felt the complicated string of his spinal strut's protective layer.

The newspark within Prowl's gestation chamber fluttered causing the mech to hum and snake his servo between frames to stroke it. Jazz lifted himself, smiling blissfully at his beloved and pulled himself out of Prowl's spasming valve. A cool wave of air stuck him and Jazz hurriedly tucked the spike away behind his panel with Prowl following his example. The black and white mech lowered himself to Prowl's middle as the other propped himself up on elbows; Prowl watched Jazz kiss the little bump and carefully stroke it.

"Sire loves ya, lil bit." he whispered as he pressed his forehelm against the bump.

The newspark fluttered once more, tugging on Jazz's field with enthusiastic love. Jazz kissed it once more before lifting his gaze towards Prowl who smiled softly. "You'll make such a great Sire, Jazz."

He chuckled as he crawled next to Prowl and pulled up their covers; he pulled Prowl close to his chest, spooning him and pressing soft kisses to his nape. "Just as y'all make ay wondaful Carrier, love."

Prowl relaxed further, "I want a femme." he said as he rested a servo on his middle.

Jazz smiled, moving his servo above Prowl's, "Ay'm conformed wit' whateva Primus gives us, mech er femme. Er both."

"I know I am not having twins, Jazz."

"Et's ay possibiliteh."

Prowl smiled as he scooted back into his mate's warm arms, tucking his wings close to his spinal strut. "I love you, baby."

Jazz grinned as he nipped Prowl's nape, "Ay love ya too, sweetspark."