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Always With You	By : shozurei24 Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 3225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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One week later.
“Bleagh!”

Jazz was perched over the waste bucket in his and Prowl’s shared quarters, shaking. There was a lurch in his tank and he leaned over further as half-digested energon rushed up and out his throat.

“Jazz? Babe, what’s wrong?” Prowl asked, concerned about the sounds he was hearing.

“My tank purged again,” Jazz muttered, looking miserable. “This is the third time this week.”

“Aw babe…” Prowl sighed, kneeling next to his mate and rubbing his shoulder. “Here, use this to wipe you mouth.”

Jazz took the rag Prowl was holding and wiped his mouth off, making a face at the bitter after-taste of purged energon. He leaned into his bonded’s embrace, groaning. Prowl gently nuzzled him comfortingly.

“Maybe I should see Ratchet. What do you think?”

“I think that’s a good idea. You have me worried babe.”

“Ok, I’ll go see him now. Help me get there, would ya? My energy’s really now.”

“Of course I’ll help babe,” Prowl said, smiling lovingly as he scooped Jazz up bridal-style.

Jazz laid his head on Prowl’s shoulder as he was carried to the med-bay. He wasn’t looking forward to going, but he knew he didn’t have much of a choice. Prowl wasn’t the only one who was worried.

“What the heck are you two doing here?” Ratchet, the Autobot medic, asked as the pair entered the room.

“My bond- uh… Jazz is sick,” Prowl said, stammering slightly. He wasn’t sure what Ratchet’s reaction would be if he knew they were bonded.

“I keep purging my tank.”

“I see. Set him on a berth and I’ll take a look.”

Prowl gently set Jazz onto a medical berth, a worried look on his face. He didn’t take his optics off his mate once as Ratchet took several scanners and ran them over Jazz.

“Hmm, interesting,” the red and white medic said.

“What is it? Is Jazz alright?” Prowl asked a little too eagerly.

“Don’t keep us in suspense Doc.”

Ratchet smirked at his patient. “So when were you planning to tell everyone?”

“W-what?”

“Tell everyone what?” Prowl asked, looking back and forth between Jazz and Ratchet.

“That you two are bonded, what else?”

“H-how did?” Jazz gasped.

“Open up and take a look for yourself,” Ratchet said, tapping the Porsche’s chest-plates.

“J-Jazz,” Prowl said, stiffening slightly.

Hesitantly, Jazz opened his chest-plates and looked down. And froze. Nestled next to his spark, almost hidden, was a tiny little golden ball of light. A second spark connected to Jazz’s by thin threads of energy.

“Congratulations,” Ratchet said. “You’re having a sparkling.”

Prowl gasped at the unexpected surprise. “Jazz,” he whispered lovingly, leaning over his mate.

Jazz didn’t respond. He just stared at Ratchet with wide optics. Then passed out.

“Jazz!” Prowl yelled, grabbing Jazz’s hand. He looked at the med-bot worriedly. “Is he all right?”

“He’s fine. His processor just crashed. Look, he’s rebooting already.”

“That’s a relief. Ratchet… do you think Prime will be angry? About Jazz and I bonding?”

“I highly doubt it. But you should tell him soon.”

“What happened?” Jazz groaned, coming back online.

“You fainted babe,” Prowl said, kissing his mate on the forehead. He glanced over at Ratchet. “All right, I’ll tell him soon.”

“Tell him now,” Ratchet retorted. “Jazz, if you feel anything strange, I want you to come straight here. Understand?”

“I got it Doc,” Jazz said, closing his chest-plates.

“Ok ok,” Prowl muttered, helping Jazz to stand. “Well, let’s get this over with.”

Jazz put his arms around Prowl’s shoulder as they left the med-bay and headed to Prime’s office. The Datsun smiled as he curled their tails together. He nuzzled his mate lovingly, knowing how nervous he was. They reached their leader’s office and Jazz hesitated a bit before knocking. His ears were pressed flat against his helmet.

“Hmm? Enter,” Prime’s voice said.

“Here we go,” Prowl whispered as they went inside. Behind them, the door hissed shut ominously.

“H-hey Prime. We uh… Prowl and I have s-something to tell you,” Jazz stammered.

“What is it? Is something wrong?”

“No sir. Just some news,” Prowl said, wrapping an arm around his mate to comfort him.

“Prowl and I, we… well, we bonded to each other,” Jazz blurted. “And… I’m carrying a sparkling.”

Prime’s optics widened in surprise. “Well, that certainly is some new,” he said, smiling behind his battle-mask. You could see it in his optics. “And good news to boot.”

Prowl smiled happily at that and kissed Jazz’s cheek.

“I’m glad you said that sir,” Jazz sighed in relief. “I was worried.”

“No, it’s fine. Everyone need someone special. So… how long have you two been together?”

“About a week,” Prowl stated. “Though, I wasn’t expecting to get a sparkling right away.”

“Same here. Who knew you only had to do it once? One minute you’re in the berth together, next thing ya know, you’re carrying.”

“At least there’s a good reason why you kept getting sick,” Prowl said, gazing at his mate fondly. “I was quite worried.”

“Yes,” Prime chuckled. “Sparklings often come best on the first try.”

“Oh really? And just how would you know that?” Jazz asked, giving Prime a look.

“W-well… I just. I um…” the red and blue neko-bot stammered a bit, caught off guard by the question.

“Sir… you have someone? A bonded I mean.”

“Who is it?” Jazz asked, grinning broadly. “Ratchet? Ironhide?”

“Maybe you two should uh… run along now,” Prime said, chuckling nervously.

“Oh no, Optimus,” Prowl said, smirking deviously. “You’re not getting out of it that easily.”

“That’s right. We ain’t leaving until you spill,” Jazz confirmed. he asked Prowl across their bond.

Prowl replied, chuckling with amusement.

Prime sigh a bit and laughed ruefully. “Where oh where did I get such devious bots from?”

“Now you’re just stalling,” Jazz said. “Come on Optimus. Tell us. Or would you rather we ask Ratchet?”

“No! No, that- that won’t be necessary,” Prime said, admitting defeat. “All right. My bondmate is…”

“Come on Prime,” Prowl cajoled. “You’re killing us here!”

“Heh… it’s Wheeljack.”

“Well, it’s about time you found somebody!” Prowl said with a laugh. He threw an arm around the larger mech’s shoulders. “So, are you two expecting?”

“Judging from what he said earlier, I’m guessing yes.”

“Yeah,” Prime admitted. “We’re having two.”

“Twins? That’s great Optimus,” Jazz said. “Have you told anyone else?”

Prime shook his head. “Only Ratchet knows. Wheeljack was afraid of what the others would think. But since you two are bonded, he should feel more comfortable, knowing he’s not alone.”

“I know how he feels,” Jazz said, ears wriggling. “No one likes being made fun of.”

Prowl smiled warmly at his mate and gently ran his fingers along the edge of Jazz’s ear.

“Heh. That’s one of the reasons I welcomed your decision with open arms.”

Jazz purred at Prowl’s touch. “I’m happy for you two. Well, I guess we should get going,” he said, glancing hotly at his mate.

Prowl smirked widely, putting an arm around Jazz’s waist. “Yes, we’d better leave.”

“Yes. I have some thing to take care of myself,” Prime said, thinking about his own mate.

“Later Prime!” Jazz said, grabbing Prowl’s arm and practically dragging him away. “Berth, now.”

“Oh Jazzy babe… I’ve got you hooked,” Prowl chuckled.

“I’m way more than hooked,” Jazz moaned in anticipation.

Prowl just smirked, still stroking Jazz’s soft ears. He loved the sounds the Porsche was making.

Jazz stumbled slightly. “You’d better hold off on the foreplay a bit, or we’ll not gonna make it back to our room.”

“Heh. We might just have to have an episode in the hall,” Prowl growled lustfully, wrapping his tail around Jazz’s.

“You don’t mind that? Because it’s about to happen babe.”

Prowl scooped Jazz up bridal-style and practically ran towards the room. “Nah. We’d be putting on a show for others, and I prefer to deal with you in private,” he smirked.

“Oh baby. Need you, right now,” Jazz moaned, wrapping his arms around Prowl’s neck.

“Well, you’re about to get a lot of me in a minute.”

Jazz grinned and starting kissing the Datsun’s neck, gently sucking on sensitive cables. Prowl moaned and titled his head back, allowing his mate better access. The end of his tail flicked excitedly.

“Babe… you’re about to get in a load of trouble, if you know what I mean,” he groaned.

“You know me. I like trouble,” Jazz smirked, reaching over to stroke a door-wing.

Prowl suddenly yelled out in pleasure and nearly collapsed onto one knee. Fortunately there was no one else in the hallway at the moment, or they might have gotten some strange looks.

“Oh dear Primus, babe!” Prowl cried.

“Careful now,” Jazz chuckled. “Dropping me might kill the mood.”

“Heh. Then maybe we should hold off for a moment babe. Cause if I drop you to the floor, I’m coming down with you.”

“Mm. On second thought…”

Jazz gripped the edge of Prowl’s door-wing hard and nipped his ear. Prowl cried out loudly and collapsed to his servos and knees, Jazz wriggling beneath him. Prowl panted heavily.

“Oh babe… you’re just asking for it,” he growled lustfully.

“Baby, I’m begging for it.”

“You’re gonna big for it alright.”

“You think so, huh?” Jazz said smugly, sitting up and licking his mate’s door-wing.

Prowl shuddered. “Oh Jazzy babe. I don’t think, I know,” he whispered, bending down to bite Jazz’s ear.

“Primus! Prowler, darling,” Jazz moaned, kissing the Datsun’s neck.

Prowl stood and gathered Jazz into his arms again, still biting his ear. “I think I’ll make you wait until we get to the room babe.”

“N-now you’re j-just being c-cruel,” Jazz panted, cooling fans already blowing.

“Ah, but I love to hear you beg,” Prowl laughed as he carried Jazz the rest of the way to their room.

The Porsche pouted as they entered the room, then wriggled out of his mate’s arms and jumped onto the berth. “Come and get me, cutie.”

“Well, someone is ready to play,” Prowl grinned, locking the door behind him.

“Want me to get the yarn?” Jazz asked, stretching back sexily. “I believe it’s your turn.”

Prowl shuddered in delight as he walked over to the berth. “Please do. It makes this much more fun,” he said, running a finger down Jazz’s stomach.

Jazz grinned broadly, visor flashing, and rolled over to fish under the bed. “Ah, here it is! Tie me up good babe.”

“Oh don’t worry Jazzy,” Prowl smirked, taking the yarn. “Can’t have you getting away from me.”

“Why would I want to do that? You’re stuck with me forever.”

“I’m glad that I am,” Prowl said, taking the Porsche’s wrist and tying them together a bit roughly.

“Easy now,” Jazz chuckled. “Don’t be too rough.”

Prowl just smirked, pushing Jazz back on the berth so he could tie off the yarn. “Scared babe?”

“Never,” Jazz said firmly, hooking his legs around his mate’s waist.

“Just remember, you asked for it babe,” Prowl growled lovingly, kissing Jazz’s neck.

“Prowler. I love you so much. I can’t wait to see our sparkling.”

“Neither can I,” the Datsun murmured, moving down until he reached Jazz’s stomach. “Got any hopes for what it might be?”

“Your beauty and brains, and my sense of humor and taste in music,” Jazz said. He giggled as Prowl kissed his stomach. He had always been slightly ticklish.

“You flatter me babe,” Prowl said, kissing Jazz’s belly more.

“P-Prowl! Stop tickling me!” the Porsche gasped, squirming and giggling harder.

Prowl’s smirk grew wider as he went from kissing to sucking on his mate’s stomach. He softly glided his fingertips down Jazz’s sides, knowing the feather-light touch would drive him crazy.

“Prowl… take me…” Jazz slid back his interface cover as his giggles turned to moans.

“Ooh, someone is anxious,” Prowl said, moving his lips to just above Jazz’s port. He kissed the rim, moaning slightly to taunt his mate.

“Ah! Darling! Baby!”

Jazz bent nearly double, using his foot to push Prowl’s head toward his cable. Prowl licked at his mate’s plug, marveling at the Porsche’s flexibility. Prowl slowly ran his glossa up his mate’s cable as Jazz moaned and bucked his hips. The cop car smirked wickedly as he breathed hot air onto the sensitive area.

“Prowler…” Jazz moaned, bucking up high.

Prowl groaned lustfully, taking Jazz’s cable fully into his mouth. He sucked hard, the moans sending vibrations into the cable.

Jazz couldn’t help yelping a bit. “Prowl baby. That feels so good.”

Prowl gripped Jazz’s hips, holding him still as he scrapped his dentals along his mate’s plug. Jazz immediately started writhing, trying to push his hips up. Prowl moaned again and bit down.

“Ow!” Jazz cried out. “Careful babe. I like being bit, but not there.”

Prowl pulled away and gently kissed the wound he inflicted. “Sorry babe. I guess I’ll just have to bite you somewhere else.”

Jazz returned Prowl’s smirk with one of his own. “Sounds good to me.”

Prowl gave Jazz’s cable one last tender lick, crawling up his chassis to nip his mate’s neck. “Better, babe?”

“Much better,” he moaned, wrapping his legs tighter around Prowl’s waist.

Prowl purred into Jazz’s ear, bringing up a servo to fondle the other one. He retracted his interface plating and ground their hips together.

“Take me,” Jazz whimpered.

“That’s right babe,” Prowl growled, still playing with the soft ears. “Beg me.”

“Damnit Prowl!” Jazz yelled, frustrated. “Just take me already! I need you so much!”

Optics wide, Prowl stared at his mate in shock. “Sorry babe,” he whispered. He quickly thrusted into Jazz’s port, nuzzling him lovingly.

“I… I’m sorry too,” Jazz murmured, immediately feeling guilty. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

Prowl kissed Jazz’s neck, slowly thrusting in and out of his mate’s port. “It’s f… fine Jazzy. I shouldn’t have taunted you like that,” he moaned.

“Prowler… I love you,” Jazz said, kissing Prowl’s ear, their tails intertwining. “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much as well Jazzy,” Prowl said, slipping an arm under Jazz’s hips. He pulled his mate up slightly so they could meet thrust for thrust.

“Prowler… kiss me…”

Prowl gently brushed his lips over Jazz’s before kissing him passionately. Their glossa rubbed against each other lovingly, lighting up every sensor. Jazz mewled and whimpered, tugging at the yarn tying his wrists down. Prowl smiled through the kiss and reached up to softly caress Jazz’s ears.

“So sweet. I think I’m… Oh, Prowl.”

“Unh… Jazzy babe…” Prowl moaned, throwing his head back as he overloaded.

Jazz bit his lip as he overloaded again. “Prowler!”

Prowl thrusted a few more times as he hit his own second overload. He bent his head to bite the tip of the Porsche-neko’s ear. Jazz cried out, overloading a third time.

“Prowl…” he whispered as he fell asleep.

Prowl gasped and panted as he pulled out, retracting his plating. He gazed down at his mate with a soft look in his optics. Prowl undid the yarn tying Jazz’s wrists and rolled over to his side, pulling Jazz into his arms.

“I love you Jazzy.”

Jazz sighed in his sleep and snuggled closer. Prowl purred softly while kissing his mate’s forehead, their tails curling around each other. Love and happiness were felt on both sides of the bond as the two bots slept.
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