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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 15: At The Monastery

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Jazz took in the small room, a bare space not much larger than the double berth, small table, sparkling berth and meditation mat crammed into it. Despite how peasant-level it was, the way Prowl relaxed, his field all but oozing good memories and happiness, it was difficult not to smile.
Jazz gave in, setting Bladesinger down so that she could investigate the room and so that he could come up behind Prowl, wrapping his arms around his mate in a warm embrace. "Is this going to be big enough for four?" He teased gently.
"It will be cozy," Prowl actually purred, turning his helm for a kiss. "Nothing at all like our suite in the compound."
"What a shame." Jazz murmured as he obligingly kissed his mate, the field deeply entwined with Prowl's revealing that Jazz considered it no shame at all.
Bladesinger gave a squeal of joy when she found the window was low enough for her to climb up on the sill.
"No attempting to fly," Prowl focused on her. "The landing will be most painful."
Jazz's concern shifted to their sparkling in an instant, easing only when she settled for looking out after directing a pout in their direction. ~We are going to have to watch her around that.~
~I'm going to put a net in front of it,~ Prowl decided. ~It won't stop her if she's determined, but the casual thought will be halted.~
~Good idea. And we should come up with something a little more solid for at night.~ Jazz suggested.
~Agreed.~ Prowl considered that for a moment. "Do you like the view, Bladesinger?"
"Yes." She bounced, still forming wings flapping in excitement as she looked out over the area surrounding the monastery. "Explore?" She asked, looking back at her creators hopefully.
~Either we go with her now, or she will tonight,~ Prowl chuckled as he slipped away from his mate. "Yes, we can explore."
"All right brightspark." Jazz swooped her up and nuzzled at her helm playfully. "But before we go, what are the rules when we are exploring?"
"Ask before I touch anything." Bladesinger replied, reciting the rules she knew well. "Stay in optic range. And don't bother mecha I don't know."
"Good spark." Jazz smiled at her before looking at Prowl. "Lead the way?"
Prowl nodded, running through what might be interesting to the sparkling and his mate. "Perhaps begin with the fabrication shop?"
"What does it do?" Bladesinger demanded as they walked, her entire frame wiggling in Jazz's arms as she looked around, trying to take in everything at once.
"It is where mecha make furniture and tools from metal and crystal," Prowl explained easily. "The fabrication shop here is only a room."
"Wanna see." Bladesinger chirped in confirmation, then giggled as Jazz bounced her in his arms.
"Slow down, brightspark. We're going to be staying for a while. You'll have plenty of time to see everything," Jazz chuckled.
"Yes, we are going to be here several vorns," Prowl agreed as he lead them to a building that was little more than a roof and six poles holding it up. Inside there were two soft gunmetal gray mechs, both Praxian builds like Prowl but with only two sensor wing panels, their only distinguishing features being the different trim and chevron colors they sported. "Monk Warbler, Monk Etrin," he caught their attention from their projects. "If I may introduce my mate and creation?"
"Of course, friend Prowl," one with a melodious voice looked up from where he was crafting a shelving unit from metal and crystal. He smiled a warm greeting to the family and came to greet them. "I heard of your arrival," his light blue optics shone with delight. "You must be Jazz, and this darling Bladesinger."
Jazz nodded his helm in respect as Bladesinger chirped "Hello", greeting the monks happily. She had no reason to be afraid of strangers when her creators were not upset and she was safe in her carrier's arms.
She craned her neck to look past him. "What are you making?"
"I am crafting a new shelving unit for the library," Warbler said smoothly, motioning to the metal tower with smooth crystal shelves. "Monk Etrin is crafting a chair for Lady Brightmoon in Iacon."
"Monk Etrin has taken a vow of silence," Prowl explained him not speaking for himself.
Bladesinger seemed slightly confused as to why someone wouldn't want to speak, but after a moment she dismissed it to study the objects more closely before passing judgment in her usual sparkling manner. "Pretty."
"Thank you, Bladesinger," Warbler smiled at her while Etrin canted his wings in a display of the same.
"Are there any projects suitable for me coming up?" Prowl asked, canting his wings in answer to Etrin's silent request to go back to work.
"There are several repairs that will need to be done, and I will always welcome your optic for detail and perfection in finishing my work," Warbler said as he turned to return to his project. "You plan on staying for several vorns?"
"Yes, a final respite before I am Lord," Prowl nodded.
Jazz had moved a little closer, studying the care and precision with the objects were being constructed. "Maybe there will be something I can help with down here as well."
~The crystal carving is impressive.~ He added privately to Prowl, tone one of deep respect.
~ Etrin is arguably the finest crystal carver in the Praxus territory,~ Prowl said with a hint of pride.
"I am sure there is," Warbler smiled at him. "There is always work for willing hands, and always a mentor for a willing processor."
Jazz was visibly excited at the prospect. His carving had always been a hobby, something to do with his hands, but never something that he had been able to find the time to work on improving. "Thank you."
"Is there a facet to crafting or material that interests you most, friend Jazz?" Warbler asked with a willing expression.
"Carving." Jazz admitted. "I've only ever done small things, for fun mostly."
"In crystals or metal?" the monk asked easily, his own hands working to sand the edges of the crystal shelves smooth and rounded.
"Crystal. I worked with whatever I could find laying around or harvest where it wouldn't leave damage behind." Jazz was extremely focused on the monk's work, to the point that it took Bladesinger squirming in his arms again to remind him that there was still more to see.
~There will be plenty of time to work with our hands, love,~ Prowl's reassurance held entirely too much of the Praxian's love of doing so for this to be anything but one of his great guilty pleasures.
"If you would like, we can talk at the evening meal," the monk offered, noting the sparkling's squirming. "Or when your creation settles down for a nap."
"No nap. Wanna explore!" Bladesinger declared, her tone somewhere between defiant and pleading as she looked from one creator to the other.
Jazz chose to ignore her for the moment as he answered Warbler. "I would like to talk again, Monk Warbler. At dinner, if it is convenient."
"Of course, friend Jazz," Warbler smiled at them both, then looked at Prowl. "It is good to see you again, friend Powel."
"It is good to see you again as well, Monk Warbler, Monk Etrin," Prowl canted his wings with the politeness of one to an equal. "We will continue to explore for now, Bladesinger."
The sparkling chirred happily, and then as though remembering her manners her small wing flaps flickered and she waved goodbye to the working monks.
Jazz smiled at her before turning his attention to his mate. "Where to now love?"
"There is the energon collection and processing plant, the gardens and the forge," Prowl said easily as they walked out, glancing at the projects in various states of finish as they entered the open space once more. "The monastery is largely self-sufficient. They sell their crafts for what they can not produce themselves."
"Gardens?" Bladesinger repeated, homing in on that one particular location. To her they were places of fun and laughter, where her creators played with her and she could be outside.
"Yes, gardens, though nothing like the gardens you are used to," Prowl smiled at her and shifted his direction slightly. "These gardens are for growing materials for the fabrication shop and trade."
Jazz followed his mate, as curious as their creation. He had seen fabrication gardens before, each of them set up in such a way as to produce the most of the cultivated materials based on available resources.
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Jazz cradled Bladesinger close, smiling as she snuggled against his chest, clean and content after dinner and a visit to the communal wash racks. He could feel over the bond how worn out she was, thoroughly ready for recharge after so many new experiences and mecha in a single orn. Still, there was one piece of news that he and Prowl hadn't shared with her.
~Still planning on telling her the truth before we put her down for the night love?~
~Unless she is too tired to comprehend,~ Prowl nodded, reaching out to stroke their creation softly. ~Better sooner than later.~
She arched into the touch, contentment and love pulsing over the bond that she shared with her sire as well, the connection full of the complete trust of an innocent spark that as long as her creators were there everything was right.
~She awake enough to understand, though it might still take it a klik or so to register.~ Jazz confirmed. ~And I am all for telling her tonight so that she can recharge on it. Tell her in the morning and we'll spend the rest of the orn with her bouncing like someone spiked her energon.~
"Bladesinger?" Prowl spoke to get her attention. "Do you wish to know the real reason we are here?"
The sparkling straightened in Jazz's arms, optics brightening as she focused on her sire. Her helm tilted to the side questioningly as she asked. "Not here to rest?"
"We are here to rest," Prowl smiled at her and continued to stroke her back. "Particularly your sire, who is carrying a newspark."
Confusion rippled through her field as she started to piece that all together. She was old enough to have encountered several carrying adults among the House, and knew that meant soon there was another sparkling in the House. "Sire is carrying?" She repeated.
"Yes." Prowl nodded.
"Carrier's not carrying." Bladesinger said slowly, looking at Jazz.
Jazz shook his helm, nuzzling her gently. "No brightspark, I'm not carrying this time. But your sire is. So you are going to have a new brother or sister soon."
"All mecha can carry," Prowl added. "Jazz will usually carry, however this time Primus has chosen to bless me with the new life."
Everything finally clicked into place in the sparkling processor, excitement flaring across the bonds she shared with her creators. "Newspark for me to play with!"
"Yes, Bladesinger," Prowl trilled at her. "A sibling and playmate."
Joy washed over them, Bladesinger reaching out to Prowl, asking to be held. "Can I feel?"
Prowl chuckled. "Not for metacycles yet. Not even I can feel it yet. Wait until my frame beings to change shape."
She pouted at the denial before snuggling back against Jazz, optics dimming slightly.
~I think that might have been the last of her energy for the orn.~ Jazz commented to Prowl, speaking softly even over the bond.
~Not a bad thing,~ Prowl nuzzled his mate into a lingering, chaste kiss while he stroked their creation. ~Let's get her settled ... I wish to indulge in my mate.~
A small shiver ran through Jazz at the suggestive tone, and as the kiss ended he stepped back, nuzzling Bladesinger softly as he began to sing.
The soft, familiar melody soon had the little femme deep in recharge, not even twitching as Jazz crossed the room and placed her in her own small berth. He stood there a moment longer, making sure that she was settled down and just watching her as she slept. He leaned into the warmth of his mate as Prowl stepped up behind him and slid his arms around him.
~What would you enjoy the most, my love?~ Prowl purred deeply along the bond as he shared what he was hoping for.
Jazz purred softly at his mate's desires, sharing his own desire to be taken as he turned his helm, the kiss between them much less chaste. ~Your spike and your spark, love.~
~Yours,~ Prowl shivered in anticipation that was not the least bit forced. He drew Jazz towards the berth, a simple platform with a shaving filled mattress. Prowl sat down, his spike cover sliding open but his spike still inside its housing.
Jazz claimed his mate's lips in a kiss, deep and passionate, before starting to work his way down Prowls' frame. Gentle kisses and knowing touches started at Prowl's face and neck, tracing a path down his chest with extra attention paid to the plating over his spark that now protected two lives very dear to Jazz. A teasing glossa brushed over abdominal plates, stopping to tease the seams just above the Praxian's spike housing.
A low, soft sound, not quite a moan, escaped Prowl as his hands found Jazz's helm, zeroing in on the sensor horns to rub them affectionately.
For a moment Jazz stilled, a purr vibrating his frame before he leaned forward, lips closing over Prowl's spike housing. His glossa slipped forward to tease at the tip encased in the latch holding it, coaxing the latch to open and expose the entire tip to Jazz's seductive ministrations.
~Very good,~ Prowl moaned silently, his frame still but the pleasure and how much he was anticipating this flowing clearly through their bond and Prowl's field.
~I had a good teacher.~ Jazz teased in return, slowly coaxing the spike out of it housing, his glossa teasing and circling the tip. He knew from experience not only how good this felt, but exactly what got Prowl off fast or slow; what hit the physical pleasure and what was erotic without stimulating him too much.
Strong white fingers continued to stroke Jazz's horns, encouraging and sharing the pleasure despite how one-sided this could look. Jazz continued to purr softly as the spike pressurized, lips and glossa working skillful to pull those moans and soft sounds of pleasure from his mate. His hands worked over his mate's thighs in a counterpoint to the pleasure of his spike, working to build the pleasure slowly.
Gradually Prowl's hips began to twitch, rolling into Jazz's mouth as Prowl's helm fell back with a low moan thick with the pleasure dancing through his frame.
A shiver ran through Jazz at the sound, field blending more with Prowl's as he sucked and licked, taking the spike deep into his throat each time he slid his helm down. Every touch, every sound, was only meant to push the pleasure higher, nudging his mate in the direction of release. He knew Prowl didn't have much longer to last when the strong fingers on his helm began to twitch randomly, marking the moment when Prowl lost his ability fully coordinate his frame.
It was then that Jazz hummed, adding even more stimulation as his fingers went from teasing lightly over his mates hips to sinking into the joints themselves, finding the sensors buried there and stroking them with just the right amount of pressure.
That was all it took. With a silent bellow, his vocalizer muted to keep from waking their sparkling, Prowl stiffened. His hands closed on Jazz's helm, pulling him against his interface array as hot transfluid exploded into his mate's mouth and down his throat.
Jazz moaned, shivering at the rush of the charged fluid as it slid down his intake and the wash of his mate's pleasure through bond and field. He continued to suck and work Prowl spike as his mate's overload crested and gradually dissipated.
As Prowl's hands slid from Jazz's helm his frame sank back on the berth, his armor extended and vents wide open, trying to dispel the intense heat built up in his systems.
Rather smug satisfaction radiated from Jazz at the current state of his mate, smiling as licked his mate clean and then climbed to the berth beside the cooling frame, fingers trailing lightly over Prowl's armor. ~Good love?~
~Very,~ even Prowl's mind-voice was slurred as systems reset and gradually came back to optimal, contentment radiating off Prowl on every level.
Jazz stilled, looking down as his mate with a smile. ~Still want more?~
~Definitely,~ Prowl rumbled and reached up to pull Jazz in for a welcoming, somewhat sloppy kiss. ~Just give me a moment.~
Eager amusement rippled across the bond as Jazz reached out to stroke a sensor wing lightly, content for his mate to take as much time as he needed. He could feel it in Prowl's field when he'd recovered enough, as well as in the intensity of the kiss.
~Spike me, before I ravish you?~ Prowl suggested hotly.
~I think that sounds like a very good plan.~ Jazz answered, shifting to allow his mate to rise and leaning in for another kiss. ~While I still have the chance to enjoy your valve.~
That made Prowl freeze and focus fully on his mate. ~I promised you would have all the influence you wanted. I meant that.~
~I know.~ Jazz answered, hand stroking lightly over Prowl's chest as he looked into his mate's optics, revealing just how much that promise meant to him. ~ And I know your hopes for this creation of ours, the only one you are likely to ever carry. I cannot give you the Seeker-kin you desire. And a strong bond is what I wish for most.~
Prowl kissed him soundly, grateful for the gift. ~Your bond with this creation will be as strong as we can make it.~
Jazz moaned, thankful for the understanding. He nuzzled Prowl gently when the kiss broke. ~And just what would you like this time?~ He purred softly.
~Take me, deep and hard, my love,~ Prowl moaned as his valve cover slid open. Despite being reluctant to move, he shifted and rose to his arms and knees, his aft in the air and his wings spread wide and back.
Hands traced over his wings first, ignoring his valve to build the tension and anticipation, Jazz leaning over his mate. ~How deep? How hard?~ He whispered softly.
Prowl shuddered in pleasure and desire. ~As much as you can,~ his valve cycled hard around the empty space inside it. ~Stretch me.~
Jazz growled softly, possessively, and seated his spike in Prowl's valve with single thrust. The pleasure that rippled into him from all sides nearly drew a ragged moan from him. He could feel Prowl's pleasure in the slickness around him, the calipers that rippled along his shaft, across their bond and through meshed fields.
For a moment he was still, savoring every sensation. Approval, desire, love- it all drove him onward finally as he pulled his spike out to the tip and thrust back in. The pace this time was hard and fast, with none of the slow teasing of his attention to his mates' spike. The pleasure that arched Prowl's back, tightened his valve and drew silent keens and cries of bliss was more than enough reward for Jazz to indulge his mate in this, yet always in the back of his processors was the knowledge that every time he indulged Prowl, Prowl would indulge him twice over. It was a glorious cycle that both enjoyed every moment of.
Jazz had barely settled into a punishing rhythm when Prowl's trembles warned that he wasn't going to last much longer. Jazz groaned, wanting to feel his mate overload again, the friction between their frames only adding to the pleasure swirling across every other connection as he reached up, one hand playing over a sensor wing.
His face was buried in his mate's back, muffling his grunts and groans of pleasure as he pounded into his mate. He felt more than heard Prowl's engine roar, almost screaming as Prowl overloaded. Energy crackled across the winged frame, lashing out at Jazz across their plating and across the slick, conductive gel smoothing the slide of spike and valve.
It was enough to bring Jazz to his own overload, charged transfluid surging from his spike to flood Prowl's valve as he muffled his cry of pleasurable release, channeling it all back to his bondmate.
When cabling relaxed its taunt hold in his frame Prowl collapsed, his knees sliding back and arms forward. His armor and vents open and pumping out scalding hot air.
Jazz just caught himself from collapsing on his bonded, pulling back as Prowl slid down on the berth. He arranged himself so that he was snuggled against Prowl's side, one hand tracing lightly over the nearest wing as they both recovered.
Prowl could only hum in contentment, what little of his frame wasn't completely lax trembled in the faint echoes of their overload. ~Going to miss that terribly,~ he murmured.
Jazz nuzzled gently at him, soothing and sharing in the warm afterglow of a satisfying overload. ~Going to miss having you like that.~ He agreed softly.
Prowl hummed, still utterly strutless. ~Mmm, might still be an option, you know. It's the transfluid, not the interface or overload, that affects the protoform.~
~We'll see.~ Jazz murmured in agreement, still stroking the sensor wing gently. ~You might be wanting that energy for other things.~
It took Prowl a long moment to pull the subtext out of that. ~I'll always have time and energy for you. Coda doesn't wear me out like this.~
~So you are planning to look for other influence.~ Jazz commented. He stretched over Prowls frame, enjoying the warm closeness. ~Good.~
~We proved that we can create a good Aerial,~ Prowl murmured, snuggling into his mate's warmth. ~Seeker-kin ... that requires a lot of Seeker, not just looks. Coding and more. As my sire's bonded, there can be no challenges to the sparkling's heritage if he's the Seeker.~
~A creation of our sparks with Seeker influence and Bladesinger to fly with? We'll rule the skies.~ Jazz teased before growing serious. ~I am sorry I cannot give you this too, love.~
~All I ask is that you love this creation,~ Prowl murmured, turning his helm to kiss Jazz and the bond alive with thanks Prowl hadn't been expecting. ~No matter who contributes, we will raise it as ours, and only ours.~
~With the others.~ Jazz agreed, the feel that was Bladesinger rippling across the bond and the hope-promise of others to come. ~Take me?~ Jazz asked, his helm resting against Prowl's after the kiss.
~Yes,~ Prowl rumbled to all of it, especially eager for those young lives, real and anticipated. Lazily he shifted to his side and claimed a kiss that slowly deepened as he recovered his energy. ~Whenever you desire.~
~Always desire you.~ Jazz responded, his field brushing against Prowl's in a deep desire to be taken, reminded that he was wanted and loved to the very core of his spark.
Prowl nuzzled him into another kiss. ~Merge?~ he half apologized, asking if his mate was going to be satisfied with all he really had the energy for.
~Love your spark best of all.~ Jazz answered, moaning into the kiss as Prowl gently rolled him to his back. ~So long as you have the energy.~. Their chest plates unlocked in unison, easily familiar with this much-enjoyed act. There was no hesitation as their chests came together. Their sparks, one of rich forest green with blue tints of two shades and the other of ice blue with a deep green swirl, reached out in welcome.
~I have the energy,~ Prowl promised. Even as their sparks rejoiced in their reunion, Prowl reached out with a thought-memory, showing Jazz how to send energy directly to the tiny ball of energy. Not just to strengthen the new life, but to strengthen the creator bond that meant so much to Jazz.
Jazz latched on to the memory, striving to learn quickly what came instinctively natural when one was a carrier. It distracted him from the merge itself, at the same time revealing to Prowl just how desperate Jazz was to be connected with their creation, to create a bond so that the spark would always know that it was loved and cared for, never to be put aside or rejected.
~They will always be loved,~ Prowl caressed his bonded. ~As will you. They will have many kin who will dote on and protect them as well, even the warriors.~
Jazz fell into the warmth and comfort of the merge, wanting and needing it, needing the easy way it was offered without reservations. The energy that swirled back in return was full of the love and devotion, to his mate and his family. This was bliss in its purest form, the open affection, desire and care, the promise of it continuing, the way his feelings were returned.
And now, though it was not yet aware, there was a third life they had created between them, feeding and growing strong off their emotions and willingness to share.
The urgency faded, soothed by the sharing in a place where there could be no lies and Jazz willingly surrendered to the pleasant warmth, lost in everything that was Prowl and the love they had built.
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"Friend Prowl, friend Jazz," Warbler's warm, melodious voice greeted the couple as they entered the fabrication shop after the noon meal the next orn. "And welcome little friend Bladesinger."
"Hello." Bladesinger chirped in reply as she smiled at him from Jazz's arms, optics bright at the sight of a mech that she already saw as a friend.
"Friend Prowl, I set a workspace for you," Warbler said smoothly.
"Thank you, monk Warbler," Prowl canted his wings politely, his very field expressing how relaxed this place made him.
"Friend Jazz, you mentioned you would like to learn how to work crystal?" Warbler canted his wings at the young noble.
"I would very much like to do so." Jazz answered with an easy smile. Even after only having been here for an orn this place felt good and safe, and the fact that being here made his mate happy, allowed Prowl to relax in a way that not even time away at the hunting lodge did, only added to that feeling of peace. "And I would deeply appreciate anything that you would be willing to teach me."
The monk smiled and motioned them to follow to a two workspaces set up side by side. One contained a sturdy but elegant stand to support concentric spheres of crystal and metal of many colors, each carved and etched. The shell of another crystal sphere, this of a glimmering deep green that bore a marked resemblance to Jazz's own spark color, lay in two halves on the workbench. Without a word but with a happy sound Prowl sat at the bench and began what Jazz could only describe as a form of meditative ritual as his mate's very spark centered itself and smoothed the intense actively of Prowl's processors by setting up the station in precisely the right way.
"Friend Prowl has never grasped how to create, though he is a master at following any design put before him," Warbler said with obvious pride in his student.
Jazz smiled at that at the sight. His mate was creative, just in his own ordered way. A thought tickled at the back of Jazz's processor, and he filed it away for later consideration as he looked at the other workstation, then at Warbler. "Is there a place where she can sit and play out of the way?"
"Of course," he smiled and motioned to the space between the two workstations. "Would she like to play with crystal scraps?"
There was a surge of eager curiosity over the bond and Jazz had to laugh. "I think she would, if you have any that you do not have other plans for. And maybe an old polishing cloth that outlived its useful life?"
"Of course," the monk smiled warmly at the sparkling. "What is your favorite color, Bladesinger?"
"Green." The sparkling replied instantly, and then just to make sure there was some choice as well she added "Blue is pretty too!"
Warbler chuckled and took a couple steps to the workstation and riffled around in a box before producing an oddly shaped bit of crystal in a rich, bright green. A polishing cloth soon followed before he turned back and offered them to her.
Small hands took the objects eagerly, small chirps escaping Bladesinger as he carrier settled her down on an open space.
Jazz waited for klik, giving her time to study both objects. After a moment of consideration he reached out to his bonded, brushing against Prowl and focusing on Bladesinger. He watched in delight as cloth and crystal were inspected in turn, each tested for weight, feel, and texture. The crystal was rolled from small hand to hand, allowing it to catch and reflect the light before bright golden optics looked up at Jazz curiously.
"Try this brightspark." Jazz instructed gently, picking up the cloth and rubbing the crystal to smooth out a rough surface in demonstration.
Bladesinger took the crystal back when he was done, a sound of delight escaping her at how much brighter the spot was now. She reached out for the cloth Jazz still held. "I want to try! I want to try, please." She added, catching herself when the object wasn't handed over right away.
With an approving smile Jazz gave it to her and watched as she want to work, making sure she was settled before he turned his attention respectfully to Warbler. "What would you have me do?"
"Do you know how to split a crystal into a plank?" Warbler asked, motioning to one of the large clear crystals near the workbench.
Jazz followed the motion, studying the large crystal critically as he admitted that he did not. "I've never worked with anything on this scale before."
Warbler nodded and patiently showed him how to break the large, thick, regular crystals down to planks for the shelving.
Jazz was a quick study, helped by the fact that he was truly interested in what he was doing and really did want to learn. Soon he was able to mimic what Warbler was showing him well.
"Do these already have a purpose?" He asked as they worked, gaze sliding over the crystal in real appreciation for the material he was working with.
"They are for the shelving system I'm building," he said, watching as Jazz finished splitting the crystal into lengths as long as the mech was tall. "Now, if you can polish them to a transparent shine."
Jazz lifted a plank, shifting it carefully. "Grit polish, so that they are smooth, then finish them with a cloth?" He asked, wanting to be sure he that was the correct process before starting on the first one.
"Yes," Warbler nodded, turning to his own work while Jazz focused on his task.
The joors passed smoothly, and Jazz found himself humming softly as he worked as Prowl became happier and more relaxed and Bladesinger played with her crystal and cloth. Occasionally Jazz cast a look at his creation or mate and smiled at the contentment in the very air around him. He was nearly oblivious to time passing until Warbler placed a hand on his shoulder.
"It is almost time for supper, friend Jazz. Do you wish to draw your mate back to the real world?"
Jazz looked up from his work to Warbler, than to where his mate was seated at the workstation, peacefully content. "Honestly? No." He had to smile at the monk. "He doesn't get this sort of rest often. But he won't want to miss a meal. Or that." He nodded in the direction of their sparkling, Bladesinger having dropped into a light recharge, crystal clutched in one small hand.
Setting his tools aside carefully Jazz stretched, then crossed the short distance to stand behind his mate. ~Love? Time to go clean so we can join the others for dinner.~
He felt Prowl jerk sharply internally, though physically there wasn't even the smallest tremor. ~So soon?~ he glanced at Jazz, then at his work. Reluctantly he began to put his project into a resting status. Despite his reluctance to stop, there was the pleased contentment radiating off him that Jazz relished deeply.
~We've been here for several joors love. Long enough for our creation to decide to take a nap on her own.~ Jazz pointed out as he stroked Prowl's sensor wings gently. ~Maybe we can come again tomorrow.~
Prowl tipped his helm up for a kiss after sneaking a look at Bladesinger. ~We can after supper ... if I don't drag you back to our quarters and ravish you.~
~If we can get her to go down again...~ Jazz field as he purred softly revealed just how appealing her found the idea of spending personal time with his mate again.
~She'll rest, eventually,~ Prowl's engine rumbled eagerly. ~I want your valve, your spark. Fill you with my essence.~
Jazz had to fight down a whimper of want-need at the suggestions, pressing himself against his mate's back instead to allow for a very tight blending of their fields. ~Want to be yours again. Any time. All the time.~
~Good,~ Prowl purred deeply. ~I can now, if you can be quiet. They've left us alone.~
A shiver ran through his mate at the suggestion, Jazz checking on Bladesinger before answering. ~Now and later?~ He requested shamelessly, the desire for his mate running deep.
~Now and every time we can,~ Prowl rumbled, turning in Jazz's embrace to hold him and claim his mouth, ravishing it thoroughly as he slid his spike cover open. ~Love your pleasure.~
It was a sharing that ran both ways, Jazz getting as much from bringing his mate pleasure as from receiving it from the only mech that had ever claimed him, and the only mech Jazz ever wanted to claim him. Willingness suffused all of him, evident in the way he welcomed his mate's glossa to the perfect way their frames fit together. ~All of it- yours.~
With a smile Prowl pulled away slightly and turned his mate around, pushing him with a gentle strength to bend over the table that still contained Prowl's nested sphere project. ~All mine, love you,~ Prowl rumbled, rubbing his pressurized spike against Jazz's aft.
Jazz's entire frame trembled in anticipation, hands latching on to the edge of the table for grounding. The cover to his valve slid away, valve already clenching and dripping eagerly.
Love and trust swirled across the bond, and with it just a hint of apprehension. A public place, with their creation just napping almost in arms length...~Love you.~
~As I love you,~ Prowl shuddered and slid into that delightful valve slowly, savoring every little quiver, tingle and rub of sensor against valve. ~You feel so good.~
Jazz had to hold back a moan of pleasure, instead channeling every surge of sensation from being stretched and filled back along the bond to his mate and sharing the feeling. In reply Prowl channeled the intense pleasure of Jazz's valve, slick, hot, tight and rippling around his spike. With it came the joy at what this act had helped create in Bladesinger, and the intensity of how Jazz's devotion made Prowl feel.
~Yours. Only yours. Always.~ Jazz promised, the vow coming from his very spark and far deeper than the moment.
Prowl leaned forward, pressing against Jazz's back as he rocked his lips, building the charge gradually but steadily. ~I'll give you anything in my power,~ he promised. ~Anything you desire.~
~I have you.~ And Bladesinger, and the newspark growing next to Prowl's own. Love. Family. A place where he belonged and was making a difference. Prowl had already given him the two things Jazz had needed most in his existence- love and a purpose.
Affection and acceptance flowed in reply, Prowl grunting softly as he thrust, the pleasure building from his spike to infuse every circuit in his frame.
Heat rolled off of Jazz's frame, warming Prowl as he filled his mate. ~So close.~ Jazz whispered over the bond, loosing conscious thought in the shared warm pleasure. ~Feels so good.~
~Yes,~ Prowl moaned against Jazz's plating, his hips beginning to jerk in a harder rhythm as the charge built to a crescendo. He didn't resist the steady roll of a blissfully sweet overload as it overtook him.
Jazz couldn't completely muffle the soft moan when the first wash of heated, charged transfluid struck the deep sensor nodes of his valve, tipping him into gentle overload mirroring his mate's.
There was something special in this kind of sharing, a sharing only meant to pleasure and reaffirm feelings each held for the other, and the deep bond between them. Peace filled Jazz's spark as he rode out the waves of energy rippling through his frame as it relaxed onto the workbench. Prowl's weight on top of him was a warm, welcome blanket of contentment.
"Creators need a nap?" their creation's voice chirped at the pair.
"Possibly, brightspark." Jazz managed to answer around his start at being caught by their creation, Prowl's spike still seated in his valve and the very welcome warmth of his mate against his back. ~I think we've just been caught.~ He commented softly, wondering how much their creation had been witness too as he finished pulling himself together.
~It won't be the last time,~ Prowl groaned, caught between sated, amused and embarrassed. ~At least she doesn't understand yet.~
"Bladesinger hungry first," she said firmly. "Then creators nap."
Prowl couldn't help but laugh, his frame trembling in mirth at her declaration even as he made the effort to depressurize and retract his spike before moving. "Yes, Bladesinger," he agreed before pushing himself upright. There was no hiding the lubricants and paint transfers on his groin, but at least his spike was neatly tucked away and the cover in place.
~I can distract her for a moment while you wipe up, love.~ Jazz told him as he focused on Bladesinger. "We'll clean up and then you can refuel. It's time for us to join everyone else for dinner, just like last orn. But let me see what you did with your crystal first."
Reminded of the stone clutched in one small hand Bladesinger scrambled forward offering the now shiny and very smooth object to her creator. "All pretty now. Just like yours." She declared as she handed it over.
"So it is." Jazz agreed, admiring it in the light, watching how the crystal refracted the light. ~She's good at this love, even if she's not doing it intentionally.~ Jazz paused as he considered. ~Did Warbler mean for her to keep it, or only something for her to play with while she was down here?~
~She may keep it, if she wishes,~ Prowl said easily as he made quick work of wiping the worst of the evidence off himself. ~It was scrap crystal, destined to be turned to dust and used in the garden to feed new ones. Keep an optic on that. If she continues to enjoy working with crystal, it is an appropriate craft for her to learn.~
"Would you like to keep it brightspark?" Jazz asked Bladesinger, smiling as she nodded eagerly. He looked around, gaze settling on another bin next to the one Warbler had pulled the crystal from earlier. ~Is that scrap wire? Or cord even?~
~Scrap metal, so there should be wire in it,~ he said and walked over, making quick work of finding a couple loops of discarded copper wire to hand to Jazz.
"How about this, brightspark?" Jazz asked, holding the sparkling's complete attention as he worked, weaving the wire into a loop with the crystal firmly wrapped into the weave.
"And now," He caught her hand and slipped it on, smirking with pride as she pulled back and studied the small band.
"Pretty!" she squealed and reached out to hug her carrier, who picked her up to carry her for the walk to the public washracks. It was something that Jazz was sure had been a shock for Prowl the first time he'd cleaned up there ... or possibly not, given Prowl's battlefield experience. His sire had told many stories of being on campaign with the Prime and before, and it was not uncommon for even the ranking officers to have to wash in public washracks; only the Prime was guaranteed to have his own.
Jazz set her down and turned on the spray, smiling as Bladesinger dove under the solvent wash. Bath time was something that had yet to loose its appeal, especially once she had graduated to the 'big mecha' washracks. The fact was something Jazz was thankful for, recalling his own aversion to washing up as a sparkling.
"Alright Bladesinger, come here." He ordered.
The sparkling bounced into arm reach, obediently moving around so that her creator could scrub off the dust and residue of the crafting studio.
They could both feel the pleasure, pride and amusement Prowl felt through his field as he cleaned himself up, then went to work on Jazz's back. Ever efficient, even when it wasn't strictly required. They had plenty of time and their finished was never expected to be at the level it was at the House compound.
Jazz arched into the touch, purring across the bond at the care from his mate as he directed Bladesinger back under the spray to rinse. ~Dry her off while I finish up?~
~Certainly,~ Prowl agreed smoothly, enjoying, as he always did, getting his hands involved. It was still novel to him to have someone he lived with trust him to do things, rather than just think. Even his own warriors often forgot that he was highly skilled on the battlefield in his own right.
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It was late in the afternoon when Prowl looked up from the bookfile he had been reading, Bladesinger's excited voice drifted up through the open window from where she was out exploring with Jazz. The newspark was starting to draw on him enough to notice now, and it was sometimes easier to allow his mate to take their creation out and let her burn off some of her excess energy in the afternoons when she could no longer be distracted by quieter activities.
He didn't bother moving as another presence approached, the quiet field that just touched the edge of his own an old and familiar one. "Monk Rift," he greeted the intruder with a friendly flicker of his wings. "What brings you here?"
"The return of the file I have completed to the library, and the acquisition of a new one." The small monk replied easily as he crossed the room. There was silence in the room as the file was replaced in exactly the place it had been taken from with long familiarity.
Rift took his time in selecting a different one, though there was not truly anything in the library that the monk had not already read. He had been there far too long, the monastery a part of him as he was part of it. Selection in hand he returned to stand by Prowl, pale blue optics turning to look out the window at the mech and the sparkling crossing the yard below.
"Your sparkling is a happy creature. Her presence has been a welcome light here." He observed softly.
"As unwelcome as the pressure to create was for both of us, she is a delight," Prowl smiled warmly. "Jazz is an exceptional carrier and devoted creator."
"Devoted to his creation." Rift agreed, optics flickering to study Prowl. "And to his mate?"
"Very," Prowl nodded. "He is far more than I expected, even from one I had courted myself. That this was a quickly arranged blind bonding ... I'm still amazed I did so well."
"You did so well?" Rift repeated, prodding deeper. "You seem to compliment each other well."
"Yes," Prowl smiled, his wings shivering faintly in pleasurable memories. "It was a pleasant surprise that his needs are so simple to fulfill. All he wanted was a purpose and someone who cared about him." He reached for an ever-present energon cube to sip from. "Everything that makes us such a good pairing were not things that were sought."
"Indeed." The gray monk settled in a nearby seat, studying Prowl with a knowledgeable optic. "Surely there is more to him than that?"
A low hum and smile came first as Prowl watched his mate and creation play. "He is young," Prowl said softly. "Less than half my age," his gaze flicked to Rift, sure the elder understood that Prowl considered himself too young still. "Smart, skilled with a blade, a quick wit and good education. He'll be an exceptional partner on the battlefield in a few centuries when he's finished training with Master Ziariace. Not quite as skilled in politics, though his natural sociability is helping him make the allies he'll need."
"Primus gave you what you needed." Rift observed. "Even if it was not entirely what you were looking for."
"Yes, what I needed, what I wanted and all I hadn't dared hope for," Prowl agreed, his voice soft and affectionate. "He's well worth all the work to keep what we have going."
"The best things in functioning always are." Was the quiet agreement. "And the future?"
It took a lingering moment for Prowl to drag his processors out of the philosophical mode he'd sunk into to the more practical end he knew his mentor in the monastery meant.
"More siblings for these two," his hand came up to touch over his spark as he gazed at the pair playing. "Teaching Jazz how to ask for what he wants and how not to be uneasy around those of great rank. I am sure we will be called on to fight. Politics are simply too unstable to be peaceful."
Prowl sighed softly. "The future will be a long and varied one, Primus willing."
Rift nodded in agreement. Though the fighting of the outside world rarely touched the monastery, they were not oblivious to the fact that things outside their small pocket of peace were not always good. A small frown crossed his features as he considered the rest of what Prowl had said. "Your mate fears you?"
"Not that I am aware of," Prowl said after careful consideration. "He is not sure of himself. His upbringing was ... questionable ... when his sire was away."
"He was abused?"
"Not explicitly," Prowl said carefully. "From what I have gathered, it was more towards disapproval and ignoring him."
The old mech nodded, reading more in what was not being said than what was being voiced. "Just as bad, to a sparkling who knows no better and believes what their elders tell them as truth. Primus bless you, friend Prowl, in the difficult road you have chosen."
A small smile crossed Prowl's features. "Thank you. It will be worth the difficulties. He has tremendous potential."
Rift studied the young mech had known since he was a mechling and nodded as the sounds of faint laughter drifted up to them once more, Jazz and Bladedrift apparently returning from wherever they had wandered off to in time to clean up for the evening meal. He stood slowly.
"Just remember, friend Prowl, that the best things in life are the ones we work for, but the ones we treasure most often are the ones that we cannot earn, but are given to us."
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The old Seeker came in for a landing, setting down smoothly just outside the monastery proper and walking the rest of the way in, nodding respectfully to the monks. It was not the first visit Coda had made, and it certainly wouldn't be the last, if the Lord Heir was to carry as he hoped. It was something that Coda was going to have to address this time. If Prowl was set on bearing a Seeker-kin, and the Seeker had little doubt on the matter since once the Heir set his processor on something it usually came to pass, extreme measures were needed.
He walked to the quarters Prowl shared with his small family and was welcome in by Prowl. He could feel in the Praxian's field that he's gotten himself ready to interface. As always, this would be a quick overload, intended only to get Coda's transfluid for the forming protoform.
The Seeker's wings shifted in greeting, and in acknowledgement of Prowl's current state. "You have expressed a repeated desire for this creation you carry to be Seeker-kin." He said calmly, optics meeting the Heir's and getting right to business with a minimal amount of pleasantries.
"It is the only reason I am seeking influence outside my bond," Prowl nodded, his helm tilting slightly in curiosity.
"Seekers are creatures of flight. We belong in the air. It is our belief that the strongest influence is gained during flight." Code explained. "If you want this, you may want to consider joining me in the air."
Prowl's reaction was expected, the flare of sensor wings, long, elegant and designed to look like real wings, were still attached to a grounder frame and spark. The idea of being in the arms of an overloading flier was a distressing concept, even for a calm processor and spark such as Prowl's.
"Have you done that before, both overloading and supporting one who can't fly?" Prowl asked, his tactical computer working frantically at this idea.
"Yes, to both your questions. You would be in no danger, nor would the spark you carry." Code replied with confidence, watching with long familiarity as Prowl processed risks vs. reward and factored in his own desires and needs.
"Then this orn?" Prowl offered as well as asked as he extended his hand, giving Coda control of the situation.
"The sooner we start the better the chances for what you desire." The Seeker responded, taking Prowl's hand and leading him from the room, his entire demeanor one of quiet confidence. "Should you warn your mate?"
Prow hesitated, then nodded. If Jazz has been planning to be in the fabrication shop, it wouldn't matter, but he was planning to be out exploring. ~Love?~ he nudged at the bond that they always closed for these visits so Jazz wouldn't be bothered by what Prowl was doing.
~Prowl. Is some wrong?~ Care and concern flooded back over the small opening. Even if they were brief, Coda's visit had never been this short before, and Jazz's knee jerk reaction was concern for his mate.
~No, love,~ Prowl reassured him as strongly as he could. ~Coda is taking me flying. You may wish to keep your optics from the eastern sky.~
~Flying? Why?~ Jazz demanded immediately, before Prowl felt him regain his self control and trust in his mate. ~We will do so love...be careful. Please.~
~I will, we will,~ Prowl promised. ~All will be well,~ he said before gently blocking the bond once more. "Please keep us east of the monastery."
Experienced optics scanned the skies for a moment. "Easily done." Coda agreed as they left the monastery yard. He stopped in the middle of the open space, turning to face Prowl and reaching for the Praxian's hands. Steady white hands took his, Prowl's field trusting but uncertain, his processor unable to stop producing suggestions and simply go along with it.
"Just hold on." Coda instructed, stepping closer so that he was bracing Prowl's frame with his own as his thrusters fired, lifting them both from the ground with ease and slowly into the air.
The Seeker simply went up, allowing Prowl time to adjust to the lack of anything solid under his pedes, and to feel the Seeker's strength, reassurance that he was safe. It wasn't long before Prowl's death-grip relaxed slightly to a more comfortable hold.
As he felt the safety in Coda's embrace, Prowl's arousal came back. He shifted his grip slightly to draw himself up for a kiss, secure in arms that had protected him since he was a very young sparkling.
It was a kiss that was shared willingly, vibrations running through Prowl's frame as powerful thrusters fired, lifting them higher faster. ::A Seeker-kin creation will crave this, at least as much as your aerial has and maybe more, if it feels it before it separates.:: Code explained as the wind whipped over their plating, cold contrast to the growing heat of their systems.
::Yes,:: Prowl nearly moaned, a tiny whisper from the grounder's spark speaking of a long heritage of Aerials and Seekers mixed into heritage.
Hands loosened their actual grip on Prowl, testing the grounders reaction to the loss before starting to move over his frame in a way that was meant to arouse even more, finding all of the hot spots that were quickly become very familiar to Coda.
He nudged at Prowl's helm, catching the Praxian in another kiss as his field blended with the smaller mech's, testing the level of readiness. Arousal burned hot, ready and willing as Prowl worked to hook his legs around Coda's hips as his valve cover slid open.
The Seeker purred in approval, shifting his own frame slightly to make the motion easier without interrupting the flight pattern at all.
Once he was confident Prowl was set Coda reached down, grasping Prowl's hips to steady the grounder, spike finding the ready valve in one quick, smooth motion. He heard Prowl's gasp of pleasure against his throat as the slick valve welcomed him with a flutter of strong walls. The tension in the frame against his was only from the pleasure, the desire for more, to be taken deep and hard and to feel the heat and charge of transfluid erupting into that tight space.
With a deep rumble of approval Coda obliged, spike driving into that wonderful tightness as he continued to take them higher with each thrust as his field blended more with Prowl's. Safety and the joy of being in the sky, as well as the pleasure. Even if this was something of a business encounter the Seeker was not above enjoying it as much as possible.
Prowl's field spoke loudly of his acceptance and agreement, as did his frame. He did his part in holding on, but that was all the attention he paid to it. He trusted Coda with this, with the future of their House, with the House's Heir and the Heir's creation. His fingers tightened, digging into armor seams as the charge built quickly and he worked the thick, long spike driving in and out of his valve.
His very spark sang with agreement, with the joy of flight and affirmation of heritage.
The flight leveled out some as Coda reached what he considered an acceptable altitude, and the bulk of his focus shifted to bringing the mech in his grasp to full overload. Hands tightened on Prowl's hips, allow the Seeker to change the angle and aiming for a set of sensor nodes deep in the Praxian's valve.
"Yessss," Prowl moaned deeply. His entire frame shuddered with the building charge and the slide of spike he adored so much. He knew what Coda was doing and welcomed it, even though he didn't care about the fall anymore.
The Seeker grunted, the charge building in his systems as well and each thrust making it harder to concentrate on what he was doing and not simply give over to the pleasure of being with someone willing and wanting and in the sky.
With a keening roar that he buried against Coda's chest, Prowl's optics flared white and his frame stiffened as electricity crackled along his frame and jumped to Coda's.
That was the reaction the Seeker had been striving for, the grounder's pleasure signaling his own overload and moment of glorious release. Thrusters roared for a moment, reacting to the first initial surge of energy, then quit.
Neither mech cared as they fell back towards the surface, lost in the rush of giving and receiving as transfluid surged from spike to welcoming valve, giving both mechs what they wanted.
It was Coda who regained control first, practice and base level coding redirecting his attention to survival as thrusters fired once more. Directional at first, to orient their fall along with his wide wings, and then much more powerful engines coming back online to slow their descent.
Still locked against him by hands and their interlocked interface arrays, Prowl was fully aware and felt none of panic most grounders instinctively did during freefall or recovery.
::I like this,:: Prowl murmured, relaxed and sedate in Coda's embrace.
The Seeker chuckled in amusement, the sound vibrating softly as he continued a very leisurely and controlled descent. ::Perhaps one of your additional bondeds will be a Seeker. We enjoy it just as much the other way.::
::Perhaps,:: Prowl purred, his spark pulsing joyfully. ::It is traditional.::
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"Storm!" Bladesinger cheered, excited and straining to get closer to the wild solar winds and scouring dust just on the far side of it.
"Easy brightspark. That needs to stay closed, at least until the worst of the storm passes." Jazz informed her, catching her as she tried for the window again and scooping her into his arms, bouncing her playfully.
She squealed happily, only to still and go quietly when Prowl muffled a moan of discomfort bordering on distress. Across the bond Jazz could feel Prowl's spark going wild, trying to pull him into something the mech was resisting with everything he was.
~Love?~ Jazz prodded gently across the bond, trying to feel the source of his mate's distress and deeply concerned as Bladesinger snuggled against him. ~Do I need to find the healer?~
~No,~ Prowl said firmly. ~Our creation is being a glitch,~ he nearly snarled at another surge of need tore across his spark.
~One moment.~ Jazz whispered before nuzzling at Bladesinger. "How about getting out some of your toys and playing up on your net?"
She looked worriedly at her sire before nodding. "I'll be good," she promised.
"Good spark. We'll go outside and see what changes the storm made when it is over, all right?"
As soon as she was settled Jazz climbed on to the berth by his mate, field wrapping Prowl in a warm blanket of love and safety. ~Is it the storm upsetting him?~
~Upsetting?~ Prowl glared at his mate, giving the first real indication that something was terribly wrong with the Praxian. ~He wants to go flying in it!~
Jazz edged closer, adding a physical layer of comfort to the ones already existing across field and the much deeper level of the bond, feeling along the weaker link to the spark Prowl was carrying as well. There he tried for a gentle reprimand, danger and not good, and love.
The newspark cowered away, though only very briefly. Then it gave a distinct impression of sulking, which was enough to allow Prowl to relax, his entire frame sagging into the berth and his optics dimming gratefully.
"This one's Thunderstorm," Prowl muttered quietly. It was enough to get Bladesinger's attention, and she repeated the designation carefully, humming as she considered it.
The response from the newspark was a curious rumble, then mental chirr of approval.
Jazz divided his attention quickly, love and the distracting playfulness that had always worked so well with Bladesinger directed at the newspark as Jazz allowed most of his conscious attention to focus on Prowl. Gentle hands rubbed over Prowl's armor, dipping into seams and working the tightest of the cables and stressed joints.
"Thunderstorm?" He repeated, mimicking Bladesinger with a smile before leaning down and nuzzling his mate into a tender kiss. "Seems like this one approves as well. How long have you been able to feel him?"
"... A while," Prowl scowled as he realized the timestamps on his resent memories were hazy at best, not unlike when he was overcharged, only he hadn't been. "The first time Coda took me flying," he place the event. "He's not a talker, not like she was."
~Still just as opinionated it would seem though.~ Jazz pointed out with amusement as he continued to work on his mate, willing to do anything that might ease the strain on Prowl and keep Thunderstorm quiet for a bit. He glanced up to where Bladesinger was edging her way closer, clearly curious about her new sibling but also very aware of the fact that her sire was not in the best of states at the moment.
"Come on," Prowl extended a hand to her. ~If not more so. I did want Seeker-kin. He feels like one.~
Bladesinger sprang up on the berth, taking the invitation for all it was worth to snuggle against her sire's side, small hands rubbing at his chest curious and in a child's innocent attempt to be helpful. Prowl smiled and stroked her back, fingers taking in all her developing details that spoke of her flight-oriented frame.
Jazz shifted to allow her more room, smiling encouragingly at her even as inside his thoughts took a more serious turn. ~He does?~
~Yes,~ Prowl shared a few memories, pleasure-merges with Seekers and Aerials alike. He focused on the differences, the difficult to articulate essence that was Seeker.
Jazz processed that, feeling and studying the differences. Slowly he eased down beside Prowl. ~How much of that is spark based coding?~ He asked quietly.
~I don't know,~ he admitted. ~To believe the Seekers, if the carrier isn't a Seeker, it won't be a Seeker. What I'm feeling says differently.~
Jazz nuzzled against him, fighting a battle within himself. ~Am I hindering things...merging with you two as often as I am?~
~If you have, so be it,~ Prowl said firmly. ~He is our creation. Never doubt that, no matter what his frame looks like.~
Thanks and warmth flooded across the bond. ~If he is to be Seeker-kin, or even full Seeker, I want him to have the best life possible. No matter the cost.~
~Thank you,~ Prowl whispered into a soft kiss. ~You can do no harm to our creation.~
"Creators want quiet time?" Bladesinger suddenly piped up from Prowl's chest.
"Yes." Jazz answered, reaching up to stroke her helm gently as he addressed Prowl over their bond. ~Do you think Warbler would be willing to watch her for a little while? With this storm going?~
~I'm sure he would,~ he purred even as he opened a comm line and pinged the monk who probably spent the most time with her out of the entire monastery.
::Yes, friend Prowl?::
::We were wondering if you might entertain Bladesinger for a joor or so,:: Prowl asked politely.
::I would be delighted to,:: the monk's grin was audible. ::I will be there in a few kliks,:: he promised.
"Monk Warbler is going to play with you for a while," Prowl told her with an affection brush of his field.
"Yay!" Bladesinger cried as she sat up, the excitement in her field reflected in glowing optics at the prospect of spending time with her favorite of the monastery's permanent residents.
~At this rate she is going to be able to craft crystal as well as me by the time we are ready to return home.~ Jazz commented, warmed by his creation's enthusiasm as well aware of how Warbler often kept Bladesinger entertained.
~As long as you don't mind, that isn't a bad thing,~ Prowl chuckled.
~Why would I mind?~ Jazz asked, the bond full of pride as he kissed Prowl quickly and rose to answer the knock at the door.
~Pride,~ Prowl said simply as he stroked Bladesinger's helm and tried to keep the ever more restless unhappiness of Thunderstorm from his field. ~Not all creators like it when their creation exceeds them.~
Jazz made a soft, dismissive sound as he reached the door. ~I hope they all do.~
~None will exceed you in my spark,~ Prowl said softly. Even if he didn't know that, he hoped it would be true.
"Monk Warbler!" Bladesinger squealed happily when the door opened and hopped down from the berth to run to her favorite monk.
"Friend Bladesinger," the monk knelt to scoop her up with a smile. "Care for your mate, friend Jazz. I am happy to care for her until you comm."
"Thank you." Jazz answered, sincerely, opening a quick comm line. ::She is thoroughly fascinated with the storm, just as a warning.::
::Understood, friend Jazz. I will ensure she can watch but not join it,:: Warbler promised before stepping back to leave with Bladesinger, who was already chattering about her latest crystal.
"Be good for monk Warbler, brightspark." Jazz called after, knowing that she was too excited to hear but feeling obligated to make the effort as he closed the door. ~And now for you two.~ He said, crossing the room back to the berth and his waiting mate.
~Yes, perhaps a merge will distract him, and the pleasure will distract me,~ Prowl purred over the erratic pulse of his spark as he opened his arms to welcome his mate.
Jazz fell into his arms willingly, claiming his mate in a deep kiss as his hands started to work over Prowl's frame, finding points he knew would bring his mate pleasure and relief. ~Need to feel your spark. Want to feel his again.~
~Yes,~ Prowl moaned, arching into the contact and displaying the first trace of alterations to his frame that heralded the building of Thunderstorm's protoform. His chest plates unlocked, a mark of how eager he was for his mate's spark.
Jazz changed the target of his attention, nuzzling at Prowl's chest. ~Open for me love.~
With little more than a whimper of anticipation Prowl spread his chest plates, feeling relief as Thunderstorm stilled somewhat at being closer to the storm he craved. His hands found Jazz's helm and rubbed the sensor horns there, though he offered no guidance.
For a moment all Jazz did was stare, admiring the strength of his mate's spark and the secondary energy that was strong enough for him to see with his own optics, the life force of their second creation.
Slowly he reached down, fingers tracing lightly over the strong crystal casing and tingling at the tendrils of energy that reached out in response to follow his touch. "So beautiful." He whispered, a gentle kiss following the touch of his hand.
~As is yours,~ Prowl moaned, trembling at the exquisite, unique pleasure that was the light, loving touch to his spark chamber.
Attention that continued as Jazz's own chest plates unlocked and parted, sparklight matching sparklight in the dim room for a short time.
Finally Jazz was unable to resist the pull of his spark any longer and slid up Prowl's frame to kiss his mate as his spark chamber spiraled open, spark calling and eager to be feel whole and complete. From the bond he knew that Prowl's spark was no less eager, and it always warmed him to know that he wasn't the only one who felt the need for this.
~Sire?~ Thunderstorm's voice was low, uncertain, as the first tendrils of his creators' sparks found each other.
~Yes.~ Jazz responded instantly with love, approval and affection directed at the newspark even as wonder and joy flooded the connection with his mate. ~Hello Thunderstorm.~ He added.
Prowl smiled warmly, drawing Jazz in for a long, tender and mostly chaste kiss.
~Sky-kin?~ Thunderstorm prodded at the spark joining his carrier's with firm intent.
Jazz hesitated for a moment. ~Yes, little one.~ He finally answered, strengthening the connection as much as he could and letting the newspark judge for himself. He did not receive the kind of judgment he expected. His creation was confused, but responded to Jazz's unease by trying to nuzzle him the way Prowl did when Thunderstorm was distressed by his inability to fly.
Jazz's very spark trembled as a quiet sob of relief escaped him. His spark reached out, drawing the other close and offering strength, love and support.
He felt another burst of confusion-concern from Thunderstorm.
~Why?~ the newspark asked.
~Was concerned about you strongspark. It is nothing for you to worry about.~ Jazz assured him quickly.
~Alright,~ Thunderstorm accepted the diversion from his sire's insecurities, quietly sinking into the background with his extra energy spent.
Once more Prowl was front and center in the bond, his spark embracing Jazz's eagerly, offering not only a home but pleasure they were both addicted to.
Jazz came to him willingly, spark singing with joy and brightness as it reached out to latch on to it's mate, forgetting the heavy walls of the room around them and the storm raging just beyond them to focus on the narrow existence that was their joining. It was all either of them desired in that moment, and the bliss was swift in taking them over.
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Prowl stilled in his work on his decorative nesting spheres when the first warning popped up on his HUD, informing him that separation was going to begin in three joors. Without hesitation he access the long-range comm relay of the monastery and pinged Keepsafe.
::Yes, Lord Heir?:: she responded immediately.
::The first separation warning has appeared,:: he informed her. ::I have three joors before it begins.::
::I will be there within the groon. Please be in the separation chamber before I arrive,:: she told him in full medical mode.
::Understood,:: he accepted the order without question. ::All will be prepared for your arrival.:: ~Love. It has begun. Keepsafe will arrive within the groon, the separation should begin in three joors.~
~Plenty of time to get Bladesinger contained then, and you comfortable. Or at least as comfortable as one can be with a newspark separating.~ Jazz answered as he finished the detail he was doing on a shelf and places his tools neatly aside.
He rose, stretching stiff cables as he crossed to Prowl's side and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on the side of his mate's helm. ~Though I think that Thunderstorm might be a little more patient than she was in this.~
~I agree,~ Prowl murmured, turning into the kiss but keeping it chaste. ~You get Bladesinger settled with Steelplate. I will settle into separation chamber.~
~And I will be along as soon as possible.~ Jazz promised, offering his mate a hand up from his seat and reaching out to touch the distended abdominal plates gently.
Prowl claimed another kiss before they forced themselves to pull away. "Monk Warbler, the separation has begun. Please extend my apologies for any meals and work that I miss."
"Of course, friend Prowl," the monk's optics brightened, excited for his friends and for the new life that would be joining them.
"I'll see Thunderstorm soon?" Bladesinger's grin could light a city.
"Yes, brightspark." Jazz answered, forcing himself away from his mate and scooping her up. "You will get to meet your brother very soon. But first you are going to have to stay with Steelplate and be good for him. We'll call you. All right?"
"Yes, carrier," she nodded eagerly, glancing at her sire as he left the fabrication shop. "I'll be good."
"I know you will." Jazz answered, nuzzling at her affectionately and carrying her from the fabrication shop as he opened a comm to her caretaker. ::Steelplate?::
::Jazz?:: Steelplate's response was easy, relaxed and informal over the relative privacy of a comm connection. ::It's time, isn't it? I'll come get her.::
"I'll call as soon as everyone is checked over and ready for company." Jazz promised as he deposited one very excited sparkling in the arms of her guardian, eager to be on his way but refusing to neglect his firstborn in any way.
"Yes, carrier," she reached out to pat at him. "Sire needs you now. I'll be good," she promised again.
Jazz kissed her gently on the helm and accepted the firm squeeze on his shoulder from his mentor and former guardian as he reached out to Prowl. ~On my way, love. Is there anything I can get you on the way?~
~Just yourself,~ Prowl brushed along the bond fondly. ~Thunderstorm is calm. My systems are running well and I have a datafile to read.~
"Bladesinger is settled, and promising to be good." Jazz informed his mate as he entered the room and took in Prowl's relaxed frame on the extra soft berth. "And she is very eager to meet her brother."
"She has been as soon as she found out she'd have one," Prowl smiled and extended a hand to Jazz, welcoming his mate close. ~Come snuggle until she needs you to move.~
Jazz didn't need much encouragement, sliding on to the berth and arranging his frame next to his mate's in such a way as to allow him easy access to places he knew his mate liked to be touched.
One hand stroked along a sensor wing, the other gliding soothingly over shifting and strained plating. ~How are you feeling?~ He asked, lips meeting Prowls in another kiss as fields blended together.
~Fine, though that is likely to change in the next few joors,~ Prowl hummed into the kiss, the touch making hid field warm with enjoyment and contentment. ~Thunderstorm is calm. He's quite patient for Seeker-kin,~ he purred into another kiss. ~I think he got that from you.~
~Me, calm?~ Jazz teased gently as he reached out to their newest creation, checking for himself even though he trusted his mate completely. Thunderstorm responded to his attention by returning it, though the sparkling was predominantly focused on his task of the orn; getting out of his carrier.
~You are calmer than I am, on a fundamental level,~ Prowl purred and snuggled close.
"I take it you are feeling well, Lord Heir," Keepsafe smiled at the affectionate pair, and the way Prowl tightened his arm slightly to ensure Jazz didn't go anywhere.
"Yes. The processes has not yet begin in earnest," Prowl told her easily. "Thunderstorm is calm and relaxed, though he indicates he is ready."
Jazz smiled at her, quite content to remain by Prowl until otherwise ordered. "Hopefully easier than Bladesinger."
"She was rather aggressive, though not the most difficult separation I have overseen," she smiled and stepped up to Prowl's side to plug into his medical port. "Everything is progressing smoothly on a physical level," she told them. "As Prowl's systems told him, it will be nearly three joors before it beings in earnest."
Reassured that all was going well and with trusted help close at hand Jazz settled down by his mate, intent on making the time they had together as pleasant as possible.
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Jazz cooed softly as he ran the soft clothe over Thunderstorm's protoform, cleaning off the last traces of separation from the drowsing sparkling curled in Prowl's arms. Satisfied with his work, a possessive, protective gaze swept the length of his mate's frame as well, confirming that all was indeed well as Keepsafe had said.
Content, he leaned down to kiss Prowl, distracting his mate from their new creation for a moment. ~He's beautiful, love. And if you and he are well enough for a short visit, I believe Bladesinger is going to explode from excitement if she is not allowed in soon.~
~As long as she doesn't want to play,~ Prowl murmured, forcing his processors and frame to remain aware despite the pings for recharge on his HUD.
~She'll be good.~ Jazz told him. ~And then you can both recharge until you feel up to moving again.~ He promised. ::Steel- she can come in now. So long as she promise to be quiet. Thunderstorm is already recharging and Prowl is nearly there.::
::Understood. I will make sure she understands,:: Steelplate responded. ::Congratulations on a second healthy flier. There has been great excitement and approval among the House when news reached them.::
::Enough to overshadow any questions of how and why and when, I hope.:: Jazz responded with good humor, still too proud and relieved to be really concerned with much else at the moment.
He smiled as the door opened, gaze fixing on a quivering Bladesinger. "Quiet, brightspark." He reminded gently, trusting in Bladesinger's desire to be good and knowing that it was not always as strong as her ability at this age.
::I have heard no hint of doubt as to who carried, and it is quietly understood that Coda contributed. Remember, you have one strong flier already, and no doubt as to who carried and who sired. Now you have Seeker-kin, with the Lord's Bonded who contributed to it staying very clearly that you carried and are doing so well. This is a common place for Prowl to come here for vorns at a time as well. There is no reason for any to doubt Thunderstorm's heritage or who carried him.::
Bladesinger cooed, drawing her sire's attention and smile. He reached one arm out to invite her onto the berth and to his side.
::Then there should be no issue.: Jazz answered, content as he took Bladesinger from her guardian and placed her carefully on the berth by Prowl.
Released from Jazz's hold she scrambled forward, careful not to bump Prowl or the newborn he held, and craned her neck around to look, chirring softly in delight at her first sight of Thunderstorm. Her field reached out, gentle and questioning, brushing Prowl's as she looked at him for permission to try and touch her brother.
"Be as gentle as you are working with organic fabrics," Prowl said gently, his field warm and welcoming, though exhausted.
She snuggled up under his arm, tight against his side as she reached out, fingers brushing very lightly over the flexible protoform. Her field followed, curious, but also warm and welcoming, and already full of hints of protectiveness. With his carrier content with her presence, he welcomed her with a sleepy chirr.
Jazz had slid up to stand near Prowl's helm, watching the sequence of events with pride and affection.
~Come snuggle on her other side,~ Prowl requested, wanting his mate's protection and presence.
Jazz eyed the berth for a moment before determining that there was indeed enough room for him to do as his mate requested. He shifted Prowl's arm and nudged Bladesinger's frame around enough to join them, arm wrapping possessively around his family and the arrangement conveniently placing himself between them and the main entrance to the room.
::I'll be outside if you need anything, and when it is time to move back to your room.:: Steelplate commed him quietly, dismissing himself to give the small family time to bond without outside interference.
Keepsafe followed him out, giving the couple and their creations a warm smile, pleased that the strong spark that Prowl had nourished was indeed going to have a good existence in the House.
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