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The Military Lord and the Hero's Creation	By : TheGatekat Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 2755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Military Lord and the Hero's Creation 12: Coming Home

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~Not much further,~ Prowl murmured, encouraging his mate to lean on him a little more as they walked slowly to their suite. The recharging bundle in his arms was a warmth he had always known he desired, and watching his mate carry her from new spark to when she crawled out only confirmed for him that he desperately wanted to carry himself. For all his disinterest in finding a mate on his own, for how unreasonable he'd been, he finally admitted to himself why. He wanted to be in his mate's place. He may have been raised to be the Lord of the House, but in his spark he was a carrier. Only his loyalty to his creator had kept him from objecting to the path that had been chosen for him.
There was a strong irony in there, and it was tempting to contemplate how things would have been if his and Jazz's roles had been reversed. Not that Jazz had shown any sign of being anything but a loving and attentive carrier from the first moment the younger mech had felt Bladesinger's presence in his spark. It eased the ache of want in Prowl's spark to know that his mate was a good carrier.
~Good thing.~ Was the reply across the bond as Jazz accepted the offered support, still drained from the separation even after refueling several times and several joors of deep recharge. What attention he could spare from walking was focused on the sparkling in his mate's arms, his field thick with the desire to have her back in his own almost palpable.
~Soon,~ Prowl promised, allowing them both to focus on remainder of the walk. He palmed the door open, his gaze sweeping the common room. His slaves were absent, knowing it was not yet their turn to meet the new member of the family, but Steelplate was there.
The large mech stood straight as the door opened, optics focusing instantly as he took in the scene before him.
Jazz leaning on Prowl, his visible state of exhaustion to be expected after what he had just gone through, though the extra protective covering around his midsection was worrying and something that Steelplate would need details on as a priority.
Heir Prowl, standing tall and proud just inside the door.
And the small bundle in his arms that the guardian instinctively knew and responded to, the small life that was to be his to watch over and protect.
He stepped closer to Jazz, offering his own large frame as alternative source of support. "Lord Prowl. Jazz."
"She was impatient to see the world," Prowl explained. ~Do you wish to recharge with Bladesinger, or allow Steelplate to care for her?~
The presence of a new entity in her proximity roused Bladesinger. Golden optics flickered on and quickly focused on the large gray mech. She chirred a greeting. Her creators liked this mech, she would until she found reason not to.
~With me.~ Jazz responded instantly, displaying the possessive desires of a carrier without realizing what he was doing, even as he smiled at their creation's open curiosity of the large mech.
Steelplate rumbled a soft reply as he took Jazz's weight from Prowl, getting an even deeper sense of Jazz's physical state and making a decision of his own. "He should be in a berth."
"Agreed," Prowl canted his wings in firm agreement and a silent urging for Steelplate to get Jazz moving that direction. "He wishes to recharge with Bladesinger. Her next meal is not for a joor and a half."
"She might want it before then." Steelplate commented as he shifted Jazz carefully and easily, affection for his old charge and his new charge warm in his field as he helped Jazz through the suite into the berthroom.
Knowledgeable red optics took in everything, the way Jazz moved and the small flinch as he helped the smaller mech settled on the berth. Later he would contact Keepsafe and get the exact details, including how long his charge was on restricted activity. But for now he wanted Jazz settled, comfortable, and with his sparkling in his arms.
"Thank you." Jazz sighed as he settled back, mostly content. His mate, his creation, and his mentor, all peacefully in a single room. He looked at Prowl. ~Want her, when you can let go, love. And Steelplate should hold her as well. For a moment.~
~Of course,~ Prowl agreed with a wash of love and pride even as he settled the recharging Bladesinger on Jazz's chest. ~Recharge, love. He can hold her when you are oblivious to her short absence.~
~Won't be oblivious.~ Jazz argued as his arms came up to cradle their creation loosely, processor already growing slow as recharge slowly settled in now that he was comfortable and complete. ~Love you.~ Was the soft added murmur across the bond as his visor grew dim and his field settled.
~Love you both,~ Prowl smiled, stroking his mate's helm softly. His wings canted and flicked, indicating for Steelplate to stay close. He remained with Jazz until his mate was deep in recharge, then carefully picked Bladesinger up and offered the faintly chirring sparkling to her caretaker.
The guardian accepted her with ease, large hands cradling the tiny form with ease and so smoothly that she didn't even twitch in her recharge. His field flared out, wrapping her in a warm blanket that promised safety and protection as his engines rumbled.
Red optics took in every centimeter of the femme's frame, Steelplate murmuring a blessing before offering Bladesinger back to her creator, who cooed softly at her before he settled her back on Jazz's chest.
Prowl motioned Steelplate to follow him from the room, closing the berthroom door before turning to speak, his voice low. "Keepsafe indicated she is strong, well-formed and healthy. Have you ever tended a flier before?"
"No, my lord." Steelplate admitted, optics flickering back to the closed berthroom door before returning to focus on Prowl. "None of Lord Crossbeam's creations were sparked fliers, and I have not had another full time charge since Lord Jazz separated."
Prowl nodded. "They have higher energy needs, different supplements and much lighter frames for their size. While she will believe she can fly and have the desire to try from the beginning, her wings and turbines will not support her until her first youngling upgrade." He sent a databurst containing the files he'd received from Keepsafe to Steelplate, the guardian receiving them with a nod and integrating them with the protocols he already possessed. "As Jazz may have told you, she is strong willed and opinionated. She will try to fly as soon as she works out how to climb."
There was a small flicker of amusement from Steelplate. "Lord Jazz has indicated as much. She sounds very much like her carrier when he was young." He sorted through the different requirements with ease, taking notes. "Some of that can be dealt with redirecting her attention, at least for a little while."
"Yes," Prowl smiled at both statements. "I do trust Softlight and Surestrike with her care, should you need an extra hand or optic with her. Do you have any questions?"
A note was made of the slaves status as as-needed caretakers, should something arise, but the large mech only bowed his helm a little as he answered. "Not yet, my lord. When Lord Jazz wakes from recharge we can see about dividing Bladesinger's care, if he wishes."
The mech's tone revealed that he was aware that it might be quite some time before Jazz was willing the delegate much of his first creation's care, but the guardian was well used to first time carriers and not worried in the least.
Prowl chuckled softly in matching humor. "Good. You are free until Jazz or Bladesinger need you," he said easily, then turned to return to the berthroom to lay with his mate and creation.
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Jazz smiled, openly content as he watched Bladesinger investigate the small garden. Three orns old, and already bold and curious.
He was sure that was going to result in some severe processor aches down the way, but for now he couldn't find it in his spark to curb her enthusiasm as she worked her way from one new experience to the next under the watchful gaze of her carrier and the hovering protection of her guardian.
The warmth in his spark only grew as he watched her tug at a low tree, working out why it would bend one way and not the next. "Fun, brightspark?"
"Yes!" she chirped back with her favorite word, grinning over her shoulder at him, their bond alive with delight. Her helm abruptly snapped back so she could gaze upwards and the bond roared with an intensity of yes-want-NEED that nearly overloaded Jazz's circuits.
Her carrier shuddered at the rush, catching sight of the circling turbohawk as well. "Not yet. Soon." The words were reinforced with promise under the bond, though Jazz was sure that anything short of this instant couldn't be soon enough for Bladesinger.
~Jazz?~ Prowl nudged their bond with a silent question as to the cause of the intense emotions from their creation.
Amusement was the instant response. ~She wants to fly, love. Caught sight of a turbohawk. Nothing unusual.~
A low, amused wash of a chuckle came in reply before Prowl focused back on the business that had taken him out of their quarters.
"Fly!" Bladesinger chirred insistently at her carrier.
"Not yet, Blade. Soon though." Jazz said, rising from his seat to pick her up and tickle the bare protoform of her chest lightly with his fingers. "When you have some armor to keep you safe."
She cooed at the attention and pouted at the denial at the same time, her slender protoform wings fluttering in happiness.
Jazz laughed again, placing her gently on the ground and watching as she went back to investigating. Even his small personal garden would be able to hold her interest for a while, as things changed and grew.
She moved, abet awkwardly, right for the tallest tree and set delicate claws to work trying to scale the crystalline trunk.
Concerned for her safety but also curious as to how far she might get, Jazz turned to help. "Steelplate?"
His mentor gave a reassuring smile. "Just stand behind her and keep your hands close enough to catch without hindering her," the older mech suggested.
Satisfied on every level with that suggestion Jazz came up behind her, hands at the ready to catch her if she might slip and fall, but also sending encouragement through the bond, urging her onward and very proud.
She trilled and chirred and chittered happily with each length she climbed. The strain it caused didn't hinder her. She was going to get high.
~Jazz!~ Prowl's raw panic erupted over the previously calm bond. ~You. Bladesinger. Where?~
~Garden.~ Jazz answered instantly, Prowl's panic hitting him like a tidal wave. ~What's wrong?~ He demanded, even as he collected Bladesinger, outwardly calm. "Come Brightspark. Time to go in. You can climb later."
He could feel Steelplate at his back in an instant, large mech well in tune with his charges and noticing the change in Jazz's body language the moment it hit.
Jazz felt his mate force himself to calm down.
~It is customary for a creation to remain in the suite until it is presented,~ Prowl attempted to explain, a thread of apology at his reaction weaving among the words. ~A tradition from old times, when the compound walls did not mean the safety they do now,~ he continued as his state settled. ~It did not occur to me that you would not have been raised with the same traditions.~
~Wasn't, love.~ Apology flowed across the bond, along with mostly unclear memories of being outside from the time he could stand on his own, special because they were some of the few he had with his own carrier in them. ~I'm sorry. We're on our way.~
~Thank you,~ Prowl relaxed further. ~It is important she is not seen yet.~ Along with the words was a sense that Prowl didn't fully grasp why, but it had been impressed on him as important and he was not inclined to question it. It was tradition. That was enough.
Confusion rippled in response, but with it was an accepting trust. Jazz didn't understand, couldn't grasp why none but their small family, her guardian, and Keepsafe should be the only ones allowed to see Bladesinger. But if Prowl said it was important he would take it as truth.
~Almost there. Took the back way. And if anyone was about I think Steelplate's glare convinced them they needed to be somewhere else.~
Prowl sent a hum of thanks and eagerness to see them both again.
He was there at the door to greet them with a smile for Bladesinger and kiss for his mate. Jazz purred softly into the kiss, relieved that Prowl was not angry at him, even if he hadn't meant any harm in taking Bladesinger outside with him.
Speaking of which...~You are going to have to find her something to climb on now.~ He informed his mate, sharing the image of the creation determinedly scaling the small tree.
A low chuckle greeted that as Prowl tickled her with gentle fingers. ~I think that can be arranged,~ he murmured, thoughtful. With a glance around the common room, a hum and a sneaky smile he turned back to his mate. "Keep her occupied for a breem. I'll be right back."
Jazz tilted his helm, curious as to what his mate had in mind. A look was shared with Steelplate, but the large guardian could only shrug as knowledgeable optics studied Bladesinger. "She'll be wanting to snack soon. I'll go find some of her energon."
Checking the time and realizing the truth of what Steelplate had said, Jazz settled in a chair, nuzzle and ticking at the creation in his lap until she squealed, thoroughly distracted.
When Prowl returned, he was carrying a sizeable pile of netting of two different hole sizes and materials, a box and a ladder. "If she's going to insist on climbing, we should provide her with a safe but entertaining way to climb," he explained as the supplies were put down and he went to work setting up fasteners near the high ceiling along the wall opposite to their berthroom door.
Both Jazz and Bladesinger were thoroughly intrigued as they watched Prowl's creation take shape in the common room. A large weave net was strung up vertically, with three layers of small weave nets stretched out horizontally, spaced so that any fall or leap would be caught before it was far enough to cause any damage yet would still give a sense of flight.
True to his word, in less than a breem Prowl had the simple construction set up. "Bladesinger, would you like to climb?"
Jazz could barely hold on to the squirming sparkling, her attention locked on her own personal climbing rig. "Yes!"
Pleasure lit up the bond from Prowl's side. It was such a simple thing, but it caused joy and that made him very happy as he watched Jazz bring their creation over and set her down near the bottom of the vertical net, secured about a pace away from the wall.
Amused affection flowed from Jazz as he watched Bladesinger tackle the new challenge, the shifting net providing its own set of difficulties compared to the tree that had been her first experience.
Prowl smiled and moved to wrap his arms around Jazz from behind. "That should help keep her entertained until she can officially go outside."
"Thank you." Jazz murmured, love swelling along the bond as he turned his helm to nuzzle at Prowl, his frame relaxing into the warm support of his mate.
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Jazz watched in affectionate amusement as Bladesinger tackled the climbing rig once more. He'd found a way to extend her interest in it some by attaching objects in various places of the weave for her to retrieve. And when that got boring Jazz already had another idea taking shape in his processor to extend the entertainment value of his mate's genius.
He felt Prowl approaching through the bond and let a flare of excitement through, intending to capture his mate's attention. Curiosity flickered in reply, as well as a sense of Prowl picking up his pace.
Jazz rose to greet him as the door opened, wrapped his mate in a hug and initiating a kiss with more than a hint of heat behind it. ~Good news love.~
The deep rev of Prowl's engine was the first response as Prowl willingly fell into the kiss and the passion behind it. ~You cleared the medical check.~
~So Keepsafe said this morning when she stopped in to check on us.~ Jazz replied. "I am still not to 'over do' it, but I am allowed resume normal activities."
"Good," Prowl purred eagerly, his hands sliding down along Jazz's sides as he claimed another kiss. ~It's been entirely too long since I felt your spike in me. Can we let Steelplate watch her for a joor or two?~
~He'd be more than willing to.~ Jazz responded, a shiver running through his frame at the touch that had been missing. ~He could go ahead and get her cleaned up for the night. You know that will keep her completely occupied.~
"Good," Prowl rumbled, only just keeping his desires under control enough to keep from taking him against the wall right then. ::Steelplate. Bladesinger needs to be watched and prepared for recharge. Her carrier is going to be occupied for a while.::
The large mech appeared in an instant, optics taking in the entire room before focusing on the sparkling half way up the climbing rig. "As my lord commands. Come, Bladesinger. Time for a bath."
Protoform wing struts wiggled as she looked down, then over at her kissing creators with a chirring giggle. With a trill they had come to recognize as agreement, she crawled up one more run of the vertical net and out over the horizontal one. She watched from the edge as Prowl pulled Jazz towards the berthroom then focused on Steelplate.
"Catch me!" she squealed at her caretaker, then leapt for his chest.
~We're in so much trouble when she gets the youngling upgrades,~ Prowl laughed at their creation's antics before the berthroom door closed behind him.
~Going to have to be very strict about 'no flying without supervision'.~ Jazz agreed, thoroughly distracting himself from the topic by running his hands over his mate's frame.
Prowl chuckled, pressing into the touch as he claimed another kiss. ~What is it my love desires?~
~Sparks. After she is down for recharge.~ His mate answered, hands gliding over the sleek armor as it trembled in anticipation. ~Until then, whatever you desire.~
Prowl's engine revved in anticipation as their bond came alive with image and intent, mostly of Jazz laying back and enjoying as his mate did all the work.
The sounds that escaped Jazz at the suggestion was full of desire and want. Want to be pleasured and share that pleasure, wanting to desired and wanted. His lips met Prowl's and his frame rubbed pleadingly against his mate's as he was gently pushed to the berth and laid down. Prowl smoothly followed him down, kissing as he hovered over his mate.
Reluctantly the kiss broke so Prowl's lips could begin mapping Jazz's face, slowly, softly, only just ghosting over the sensitive, flexible metal that covered the complex mechanisms that allowed expression.
Whispering touches that left Jazz whimpering and shivering with his each brush of his mate's lips, and dark hand running reflexively down Prowl's sides.
"You are beautiful, my love," Prowl allowed his voice to caress Jazz's features as his lips wondered over the lovely azure visor. "Our creation is all I dared hope for and more, and you were such a good carrier."
Pleasure, pride, and love for Prowl washed back across the bond "She's perfect. She's ours." And the wonder in Jazz's field at that was still fresh and bright.
"Yes," Prowl rumbled, his spark echoing Jazz's feelings. "And you are mine," he added, pleasure and pride in that fact echoing between them as Prowl's lips trailed down Jazz's jaw to his throat.
"Yours." Jazz offered from the depth of his spark, tilting his helm to expose all of neck to the gentle touch and slow seep of pleasure his lover was causing. It was so rare that Prowl was in a mood for tactile, and even rarer for him to be in a mood to take it this slow.
This was blissful in a way Jazz had all but given up experiencing. As gentle and slow as that first time, but now he knew enough to last more than a breem.
Every little touch of the hands that knew his frame so well now sent tingles through his circuits. Pleasure that Prowl could feel echoing over thoroughly blended fields, pleasure and love and devotion that Jazz had never wanted to give but now could not imagine living without.
With infinite patience Prowl continued down Jazz's chest, exploring every seam, crevice and cable with lips, glossa and fingers. He relished in the heat pouring off his love, that he could do this without touching any interfacing components. The rush that the power gave Prowl was intense, as was the bliss pouring over field and bond, all directed all him.
On top of all it was the fact that Jazz truly enjoyed this, savored it and loved every touch and brush and simply having Prowl with him. Jazz was trembling with arousal and pleasure by the time Prowl reached his abdominals and began mapping them with the same careful precision he'd used on Jazz's upper frame.
Soft whimpers and keens greeted the attention, Jazz's frame arching in each moment of bliss as they started to flow together. ~Love you.~ Loved Prowl, loved that his mate cared for him, for his pleasure, was willing to indulge him in something like this.
~I love you,~ Prowl replied, earnest and honest, not simply because he wanted a lover for his mate, but because he loved who Jazz was. ~I love your pleasure, your trust in me.~
With each mental word he trailed a kiss further down Jazz's abdominals until he kissed the seam that separated them from his spike cover. Yet instead of moving further down, he began to work his way back up, exploring Jazz's sides.
Trust that was more complete than even that given to Jazz's mentor or his creator, trust invested in the one mecha who knew him to his very spark and loved, accepted, and desired what was there, what was Jazz.
~Yours.~ The answer was almost incoherent even across the bond through the building pleasure, the charge gathering in Jazz's systems that much stronger for being encouraged and nurtured slowly.
~Mine. Yours.~ Prowl accepted and returned the trust, affection and devotion that was love. He shivered in anticipation of driving his mate over the edge for the first time in nearly a decaorn and a half.
"Prowl." The soft sound of his designation, warning as the charge crested and surged through his systems, flooding every connection between them, stronger and sweeter for the time it had been denied. Energy danced across Jazz's frame as cables pulled taunt, nearly arching his frame off the berth as Prowl slid upwards to enjoy the wash of what he'd done.
The Praxian pressed himself against his mate, moaning and shivering at the pleasure and energy rippling into him. It wasn't enough to trigger an overload, but it felt good.
Jazz came down from the high slowly, the warmth and initial contentment in his frame perfect as he turned his helm, nuzzling and kissing Prowl. Slowly it penetrated his overload hazed processors that his mate was nearly vibrating with need above him. With a smile and an affectionate purr that vibrated his entire frame Jazz reached up, hands finding the highly attractive sensor wings of his mate and running skillfully along the length, smoothing over the flat expanses and finding every seam and connector.
He barely made it to the quivering tips before Prowl keened and the built-up energy roaming his circuits roared out of control to leap across connections and open space. His golden optics briefly whited out as his back arched, physical bliss pouring off him and into his mate.
Now it was Jazz's turn to relish the feel of his mate under his hands and the pure pleasure that something as simple as a knowing touch could bring. The shared emotions through the bond intensified what was already bliss.
Prowl panted heavily as the overload settled and he gradually relaxed his frame, leaning into a soft kiss. ~Up for more?~
~Maybe.~ Jazz purred back, nuzzling at Prowl when the kiss ended and recalling the very suggestive feel of Prowl around his spike and adding the impression of Praxian over him.
With a low chuckle Prowl agreed, and suggested the delicious sensation of running his glossa around the rim of Jazz's valve, tasting his lubricant and the enticing sensation of Jazz's overload against his glossa and lips.
The mech under him shuddered, a low moan escaping him at just the thought. ~Won't say no, if you want.~
After a long, leisurely kiss Prowl lightly kissed his way down his mate's frame until he reached Jazz's abdominal plates. Then he paused to slide his hands under his mate's knees and lifted them to his shoulders as he slid further down. His lips ghosted across Jazz's valve cover while his hands stroked along white thighs.
His mate relaxed back on the berth, moaning in pleasure as the cover slid away, valve already glistening with lubricant. With a deep rumble Prowl drew in a deep intake of air, relishing the unique scent that was Jazz's arousal.
With precise care he lowered his helm and slid his glossa along the outer rim of platelets in a long, languid circle that slowly spiraled inward. Jazz fingers dug into the surface of the berth as another moan escaped, long and drawn out to match the slow pleasure being offered by his mate's skilled glossa.
"So good." He whispered softly.
His mate hummed in appreciation as his glossa delicately slid into the pooling lubricant at the entrance of Jazz's valve and swirled along the sensitive ring of sensors there. Strong white hands stroked along Jazz's legs, caressing the seams and teasing out more small moans and gasps of pleasure. Their bond flowed with the emotional satisfaction Prowl felt at drawing those sounds and Jazz's delight at the slow arousal.
While he appreciated the instant gratification of a fast, intense overload as much as anyone, there was something about the intimacy required in a slow overload, the extra knowing of your partner, that added an extra level of pleasure to the charge already building once more.
In this too was the surrender, with his back on the berth and any ability to control or affect what was being done to him minimalized, that had him shivering and keening softly as his mate simply gave.
He gasped as the first of the deeper nodes were teased, pressed and stroked with a skilled glossa and the dedicated patience Prowl displayed with his planning. Already hazy clouds of bliss were descending on Jazz, growing thicker with each bit of attention being paid to the nodes in his valve, reducing his focus to the pleasure and the need spiraling through him.
With such a slow, tender buildup, the valve overload, usually a fast, hard one around Prowl's driving spike became a gradual rise of pure bliss where the line between pleasure and overload blurred in the most delightful way. One moment Jazz was savoring the feel of his mate's glossa in his valve, seeking and lavishing attention on the still extra sensitive nodes. The next he was sliding into overload as the energy crested, washing gently over his frame instead of rushing over him.
His valve clenched down, the charge brushing against his mate as Jazz keened softly, the slow overload carrying him on a tide of pleasure that flowed and ebbed into a hazy warmth. He was dimly aware of Prowl's attentions continuing as he came down, then the warmth of his mate's presence snuggled against his side.
"So lovely," Prowl murmured. His frame was aroused, the charge built up enough for him to be eager, but not so high that he couldn't wait for his mate to recover.
It was time that Jazz took full advantage of, allowing every small sensation of pleasure to wash over him and sharing them with his mate. Finally he turned his helm to nuzzle at Prowl. "Love you. Shall we finish that off for you?" He offered as a hand slid lightly down Prowl's frame to brush over the Praxian's valve cover.
A low moan escaped Prowl as the cover snapped open. The built-up lubricants spilled out, washing over his inner thigh and Jazz's fingers.
"Are you certain you are strong enough?" Prowl asked, though there was no missing how badly he wanted Jazz's spike inside him.
Jazz tilted his helm to claim a gentle kiss from his mate, letting his own desire spill through it as gentle fingers stroked the platelets surrounding his mate's valve and brushed over the sensitive exterior. "I am."
A shiver caressed Prowl's frame as he leaned over to kiss his mate more firmly. "I'll never tire of feeling you inside me," he rumbled as he shifted the rest of the way above Jazz. A gasp escaped him as Jazz's fingers continued to tease him, the new position opening his legs and his valve as it triggered desires deep inside Prowl's core.
A soft snap as Jazz's spike cover slid back, the mech smiling with pride as his fingers continued to pleasure his mate. He liked pleasing Prowl, loved that his mate loved being with him, and even if this wasn't Jazz's preferred form of interface, the fact that it was with Prowl and it made Prowl feel so good, so wanted, made it a form of intense pleasure all it's own.
"Very glad to hear that." He purred softly. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Jazz spread his fingers, rubbing along the inner edges of the platelets to spread them and guided his spike's tip to rest between them.
Above him Prowl arched, his helm tipping back as he keened his need.
Mine.
Hands withdrew to rest on Prowl's hips, fingers rubbing over the smooth plating. "Yours." Jazz he whispered softly, even though the feeling that flowed across the bond was he one he felt, but refused to voice aloud or even really acknowledge as his hips thrust upward.
Prowl roared and went stiff, his valve rippling around the spike that spread him open for the first time in far too long. Trembling that consumed his frame and the bliss pouring through his circuits exploded across their bond.
Jazz stilled a moment, enjoying the rush and allowing Prowl to settle a bit before shifting his feet on the berth, seeking better leverage.
Satisfied, his grip tightened on his mate's hips, love pouring across the bond because it could as Jazz began to move, spike gliding into his mate in steady, strong rhythm that brought bliss to them both.
Above him Prowl writhed and keened, arching back before he fell forward to brace on hands spread on either side of Jazz's helm. The change in angle made him shudder again as he desperately sought his mate's mouth. With the pleasure, thanks and euphoria pouring into Jazz from Prowl, the unguarded thought of what this act triggered for Prowl also slipped through. Though it was never a true secret, Jazz had never felt his mate's desire to carry so strongly before.
The depth of the revelation was buried in the moment, but far from lost as Jazz's lips met his mate's, his own control slipping in the face of Prowl's need and desire as Jazz focused on the tight valve and bringing his mate release. His fingers tightened on Prowl's hips as he thrust up, strong and deeply until a resonant moan rolled from his chassis and his frame tensed, driving his hips up and pulling his hands down as he poured hot transfluid into Prowl's valve.
With a keen that was nearly a scream Prowl reveled in the bliss that was that hot rush inside him and let go, submitting completely to the ecstasy and desires of his spark and frame.
Jazz fell back on the berth, panting and spent as the last wisps of energy skittered over his frame. Sated and satisfied, he felt more than saw as his mate came down from the mutual high and sink down to lay on top of him, completely lax and strutless with contentment radiating off him from spark to frame to processors. Prowl's valve continued to twitch and work the spike inside it, but the effort was uncoordinated and eventually stilled.
~Energon?~ Prowl eventually managed, more thought-image than word.
Jazz answer was just as vague, but got the point across with a feeling of acceptance and a nudge in the direction of the bond they shared with their creation, open again once more and bright with innocent joy.
Prowl hummed and reached for a cube of energon, reluctantly shifting off Jazz's spike so they could sit up and drink.
With a sigh of contentment Jazz righted himself on the berth, settling comfortably beside Prowl and enjoying simply being this close to his mate and the shared warmth of their fields as they each consumed their energon and the sensations of sated pleasure.
"Think you'll be able to settle her in for recharge?" Prowl nuzzled his mate.
"Of course." Jazz replied as he leaned into the attention. Putting his first creation into her berth at night, singing her to recharge, was not something that he was willing to miss just yet.
"Good," Prowl tipped his mate's chin up for a long, leisurely kiss before they finished their energon. "I think she would miss your attention."
Jazz hummed in hopeful agreement. ~She'll never have to.~ He whispered, offering a prayer to Primus for truth to his words before finishing off his energon and sliding from the berth to go and rescue Steelplate from his charge for the orn.
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Jazz watched with tolerant amusement as Bladesinger raced around the room, dodging under and around things as though someone was chasing her. A little earlier it had been her carrier, now it was merely whatever her imagination chose to as a pursuer.
She'd tire of the game soon enough, maybe before Prowl returned, maybe not. Jazz glanced at the detailing kit already laid out. First creation was not enough to overrule the needs of the House, and Surestrike and Softlight had everything prepared so that their master would look his best for the company the House was hosting that orn.
Jazz was just thankful that Bladesinger was enough of an excuse to keep him out of the public optic for the time being, a fact that he was admittedly milking for all it was worth.
He heard the door open, a welcoming pulse sent along the bond as Jazz rose to greet his mate.
~Has Bladesinger been good for you?~ Prowl asked in good humor as he welcomed his mate in an embrace and warm kiss.
~Very good. I would just watch out for whatever is currently chasing her. It has been on her tail for the span of several kliks now.~ His mate responded in the same amused tone, along with delight in their creation and the feeling of rightness that came with being in Prowl's arms.
~Likely a lightcat,~ Prowl chuckled, sharing a few memories of the favored House phantom. ~Harmless to adults, entertaining for sparklings.~
~And ever randomly changing so that it remains that way.~ Jazz commented with a laugh of his own as he nuzzled affectionately at Prowl. He stepped back, turning his helm to search for their sparkling.
"Bladesinger!" Prowl's voice was sharper than Jazz had ever heard from his mate, short of the time he'd dressed down two junior members of the House over their talk about Jazz. The bond conveyed more distress than anger, however, as Prowl rushed to her.
Jazz's gaze instinctively followed his mate's movement to take in their sparkling, sitting on the table and painted in an array of black, white, red, gold, silver and blue. He had to bite back a laugh at the condition of their sparkling and the startled look in her bright golden optics at her sire's tone of voice. Never once had she been addressed like that.
Of course, this was the first time she had been given this unique sort of opportunity as well.
Jazz followed his mate, scooting the paints out of her reach as Prowl lifted her, careful to keep any possible transfer to a minimum. ~Go ahead and get after her love, but wait too long and she is going to find out this isn't fun at all when we have to spend a joor scrubbing it off of her.~
~As good as that lesson would be, it could well be toxic to systems as young as hers,~ Prowl explained his distress even as Softlight, Surestrike and Steelplate all came running from the sound of Prowl's voice. ~She has no armor to absorb it.~
Both slaves looked somewhere between horrified and terrified as they took in the situation.
"Master...." Softlight couldn't find any words to express himself, torn between wanting to tend to the sparkling and knowing he was responsible and thus had lost all rights to go anywhere near her.
"I'll mix the stripper," Steelplate said smoothly and calmly, turning to go to the sparkling washrack attached to the nursery. "She will be fine, Lord Jazz. She's not the first sparkling I've gotten paint and polish off of."
"I know." Jazz admitted, the small quiver running through the bond betraying just who one of those past sparklings had been as Jazz ran a critical optic over Bladesinger and then the supplies in hand. ~Looks worse than it is, I think, love. She didn't get into any of the really nasty stuff.~ He hadn't even finished the thought when a quiver along the bond put it firmly in place that his ever-logical mate wasn't thinking.
Prowl was simply reacting, and he was reacting to what he perceived as a threat to his very young first creation.
As his mate darted for the nursery washrack behind Steelplate, Jazz caught a glimpse of the slaves hurriedly cleaning up the mess she'd made and the fear that caused their armor to slick down tightly to their protoforms.
With a soft sigh Jazz set the paints back down on the table and followed his mate, picking up the pace a little as he felt Prowl's distress over the bond and trying to calm it as best as he could and just hoping that his mate would forgive him for his momentary lapse and the panic it was causing.
The small washrack was getting a little crowded by the time he arrived, Steelplate's large form mostly out of the way in a corner as he expertly diluted the needed solvent so that it wouldn't burn Bladesinger's protoform when they removed the paint. While most of his attention was on the task at hand, a small part of it was spared for the agitated Praxian holding Bladesinger. It flickered to Jazz when he stuck his helm. "Should be done in another klik. It just needs to finish diffusing properly."
Prowl twitched, his wings nearly vibrating as they wiggled and fluttered in distress. The bond was still open, much to Jazz's relief, but Prowl's side was full of the distress of not knowing what to do and how alien that sensation was.
~She's fine love.~ Jazz murmured, coming up beside his mate and stretching out his field so that it rubbed against Prowl. Steelplate wasn't worried, and Jazz wasn't going to be unless the older mech indicated that there was a reason to be concerned.
Prowl leaned into the field contact, needing the comfort, Jazz's certainty and faith in Steelplate.
~Calm, please.~ He begged softly, trying to focus his mate's attention on Bladesinger. ~She's upset because you are. Not because she's actually hurt. And if you're worried I'll call Keepsafe to check her once she's clean.~
Slowly Prowl took a step back and leaned against Jazz, soaking up his mate's calmness in an effort to settle himself.
~See?~ Jazz leaned against Prowl, reaching around to tickle at part of Bladesinger's arm that wasn't covered in paint and finally earning a small chirp from the little femme.
"Sorry." She whimpered, not sure exactly why everyone was upset and her sire was angry, only knowing that it was something that she had done.
"You could have been badly damaged by those things," Prowl murmured, nuzzling her with little concern for his appearance. "Your systems are not ready to be exposed to such compounds."
There was a period of extreme concentration from Bladesinger as she worked her way through that, and even though she still didn't understand all of it she finally looked up at Prowl and said firmly. "No touch." Placing the paints and things in with the short list of items that she was not allowed to handle.
Steelplate smiled slightly as he turned to the young couple. "I can clean her up, if you wish my Lords."
"I think we will," Jazz said, questioning brush against Prowl to make sure that his mate wanted too as Jazz tweaked Bladesinger's nose and caused the sparkling to giggle.
"Yes," Prowl nodded, stepping fully into the room and tucking his wings close to keep them out of them way as he reached to turn the very diluted solvent into the sink-height small tub that she was always washed in. A place of good memories for the sparkling.
Steelplate nodded in approval and stepped outside the door, watching and close at hand should the couple need anything but very glad that they were taking such an interest in their creation, especially under stress when she'd gotten into trouble. He'd raised Jazz to do so by example, but it made the old mech feel good to know that Prowl was much the same. So many nobles, especially those who were forced to kindle young, were understandably distant from their creations.
As soon as Steelplate was out of the way Jazz wiggled his way around beside his mate, smiling as Bladesinger squealed when her pede-tips touched the warm mixture and she started to squirm in Prowl's grasp. He smiled inside and offered silent support through the bond and his field as Prowl got their creation into the warm liquid and used gentle fingers to rub off what he could of the bright jumble of colors smeared on her.
The solvent went to work on the mess, melting the colors off the sparkling's frame into the bath water, though Bladesinger did little to help the process as she wiggled and squirmed. "Tickles!"
~Is she always this squirmy?~ Prowl asked with a remarkably deadpan mental voice as he trickled the slightly stronger solvent that Steelplate prepared over her, ignoring her squirms as he focused on his current job.
~She might not be quite as bad if you scrub a little harder, but yes.~ Jazz answered affectionately. ~Most sparklings are. I got to help with my brother's creations and they were no better at bath time.~
~Right,~ Prowl made the small correction, still very careful not to damage her but putting more pressure in his efforts.
The change in pressure brought about an abrupt change in Bladesinger, the sparkling cooing in delight at the firm but gentle strokes as she settled and allowed her sire to clean her up without further struggles.
~And sometimes you get lucky.~ Jazz added, leaning against his mate and watching with deep affection. ~She's one that calms down. At least for now. And by the time she's old enough to really want to play in the bath she'll probably be big enough to use a standard washrack.~
~We can hope,~ Prowl relaxed slightly as he opened the drain half way and turned the solvent flow to full, creating a perpetually draining pool that helped wash the colors away. "Do you like getting messy?" he cooed at her.
"Yes!" She chirped, clearly pleased with what she had managed to accomplish even if she understood that she was never to do it again. "Pretty colors." She added, reaching up to touch her sparker's bright chevron when he leaned down and looked at her own dull protoform to emphasize her point.
"When your armor forms you will have bright colors too," he told her. "I will see about paints that are safe for you to play with."
Jazz laughed at the delighted chirr and the way that Bladesinger perked up at the promise, a wave of loving affection directed at his mate as he reached down to retrieve the second container of solvent that had been mixed up and a scrub rag.
"Here. For the stubborn spots." He said, pointing out a white patch on Bladesinger's aft where it looked as though she had sat in the paint, and another one on her knee joint that was stubbornly refusing to come off.
Prowl smiled slightly and took the rag, rubbing a little harder on the stubborn spots. "Paints that come off easily," he added. "What colors do you like best?"
"White." She said, looking from Prowl to Jazz, then after a moment's though she added. "Blue."
"White and black are both very likely, as are blue, red and gold," Prowl smiled. "You are likely to be largely white if our heritage is accurate."
She purred happily at the thought, pulling away from some more insistent scrubbing without really fighting as her optics flickered to the gold that accented her sire's frame. "Gold is pretty."
"Most colors are pretty," Prowl chuckled, picking her up and inspecting her aft for any trace of white. "If you don't like your natural colors, you can get yourself painted differently."
Her seat clean Bladesinger offered up her knee for Prowl to work on, twitching as it tickled and laughing at the face's Jazz was making at her behind her sparkers back. "Green is pretty too." She decided.
"Greens would look very good with your gold optics," Prowl agreed. "As would mid-range purples. Blue and red derivatives should be used carefully."
"Derivatives?" She repeated slowly, testing the word and looking up at Prowl curiously.
"A substance that can be made from another substance," Prowl have the literal definition. "In this instance, I was referring to colors that are more blue or red than any other color," he added, projecting a small display of the color wheel for her, highlighting the blue derivatives, then the red ones.
Understanding dawned in the bright golden optics, before she seemed to settle. "White and blue." She stated firmly, as though that was final and nature itself would accommodate her will.
Prowl chuckled and gave her a final inspection. "We shall see, little one."
"Prowl..." Jazz started softly as he looked their creation over himself and reached around to run his fingers lightly over Bladesinger's chest and the first hints of forming armor plating. "Look."
"I thought I felt it," Prowl hummed happily. "You are maturing nicely," he told her. "Your first plating is developing."
Bladesinger followed their focus and made a face. "Itchy."
Jazz burst out laughing before leaning in to nuzzle at her affectionately. "Yes, brightspark. But it means that you can go outside soon."
The sparklings face crinkled. "Already go outside." She retorted.
Her carrier grew serious for a moment. "Which is what?"
"Secret." She conceded, not willing to loose that privilege.
~It also means you'll loose your excuse for avoiding my kin soon,~ Prowl teased his mate. "It will stop itching soon."
~I know. And the ones that like me will be happy to see me and the ones that don't will just find something else to be politely insulting about.~ Jazz sighed.
~They will be much more careful now,~ Prowl said softly, a sense that not just he would be influencing that. ~You are going to be fully confirmed and proven as the next First Bonded of the House. Even without the influence you have with me, the position is one of significant authority in and of itself.~
"Ready to rinse off, Brightspark?" Jazz asked, turning his attention back to the sparkling.
She squealed in delight and her sire turned on the rinse, allowing her to play in the falling liquid.
Jazz chuckled, the sound honest humor as he watched Bladesinger splash in the rinse, not caring as it splattered on them both. ~Then maybe they will at least keep their ill will down to mutters behind my back.~
~If they are smart, they will keep them to where they are never heard by the wrong audials,~ Prowl suppressed the angry rumble of his engine.
Jazz laughed and kissed his mate, the first time in affection and the second time and because it made Bladesinger squeal.
The rinse was quickly shut off before she splashed too much more of it on them as Jazz grabbed a drycloth and scooped her up in it, laughing and giggling.
"I'll get her dry so you can clean up for company."
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