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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It was arguably the most important annual event to occur in the province of Praxus. The Royal Gala, hosted by the Royal family of Praxus, was a time for the wealthy and socially elite to mingle and compare. It was a time of gossip, of alliances made and broken, of social connections forged and severed.
And Jazz hated it with a passion. While he was social by nature, and defiantly more so than his mate, this was torture in its purest form for a mech who still cared little for politics. But being the only bonded of the Lord of the House of Shining Sun, second military House of Praxus, and his First Chosen, meant that Jazz was not only obligated to attend, but to mingle with everyone present and uphold his mate's honor and the honor of his House.
He had escaped for the moment, standing by a wide spread of refreshments and selecting a cube of high grade that was more sweet than potent and sipping at it slowly. Somewhere in the sea of mostly winged frames were their elder creations, turned loose for their first large social event. Out of the corner of his visual feed he spotted the familiar medium blue and pale red flash of Thunderstorm's wings fluttering in what could only be flustered interest.
It took a brief moment, but when Jazz IDed the white, red and blue Seeker speaking with their middle creation, he knew trouble was going to be coming over it.
His mate would not be pleased that Lord Starscream of Vos had their creation's attention.
With their history...A history that Jazz himself didn't appreciate for that matter, given what his mate had suffered at the hands of a mech who had apparently not cared that he was causing a mecha he supposedly cared for pain. He debated for a moment, trying to decide what to do. He could summon his creation with a simple call. Thunderstorm was unfailingly obedient.
But part of this was allowing their creations room to grow and stretch their wings, with all of the connotations.
~Love.~ He reached out to Prowl over the bond.
The sensation he received by way of acknowledgement was more than enough warning that Prowl had seen the pair. ~I can't fault him for finding such attention flattering,~ Prowl said, emotions shaking in an effort to allow this. ~Starscream has the rank and status.....~ he couldn't go on. He had once thought that he was in love with the Seeker. He had once thought the royal loved him. That result had nearly deactivated him, or worse, crippled him.
Yet Thunderstorm had none of the highly delicate logic circuits and tactical systems that had caused Prowl to have issues with Starscream. The mechling was in fact very resilient, largely unflappable and very secure in who he was. If Prowl had not had incompatible hardware, how different may it have been?
~You probably would have been very happy, and I would never have been a part of your functioning.~ Jazz pointed out quietly. ~Your creation is intelligent and strong-willed, and as practical as his carrier. He will not be blinded by trappings like rank and wealth for long.~
~No, he will not,~ Prowl agreed to the truth of it and embraced the fact to help calm himself down. ~He is also seeking a trine to fly with, driven by protocols I barely have a whisper of. They are more blinding than anything we have.~
~And odds are that he will have spoken to every unaligned Seeker present tonight before the orn is over.~ Jazz pointed out. ~Just as his brother is.~ Jazz added, as he located his mate and made his way across the grand hall to join Prowl, one hand sliding discretely across his bonded's sensor wing a in soothing motion. At this range he could feel just how intense the stress was for his mate, and how that sensor wing pressed into his touch for comfort that was welcome and needed. That Prowl could be this distressed and still speaking as if all was well to a minor Praxian royal that was rather shamelessly flirting with him only reminded Jazz of just how much processing power his mate had.
~Yes,~ Prowl attempted to verbalize his reaction before simply sharing it.
~And they are only mechlings. We will worry about that when it comes, if it does, love.~ Continuing to stroke along his wing soothingly, a fierce protectiveness of his mate spreading across the bond.
~Yes,~ Prowl accepted the support to help him put the flirting of his creation and Starscream out of his processors. ~What do you think of Sweetwind?~
Jazz allowed his attention to wander over the other mech, taking in the softer than normal coloration and the flicking of his doorwings as he spoke. ~That he isn't bad but not someone that I would want to deal with on an ornly basis.~ He finally concluded, sharing with the Prowl the little things that rubbed Jazz the wrong way but were simply a part of who the mech was not and likely to change.
The way he continued to twitch his hand when he wanted to emphasize his words. His habit of repeating something several times, without picking up that individual he was speaking to already understood the point being made.
Prowl hummed over the bond in understanding and willing agreement. It didn't take him long to extract them from the conversation after that, politely sending Sweetwind on his way to flirt with someone else.
Jazz inserted himself smoothly by Prowl's side, offering his bonded the cube of high grade he had found for his mate on the refreshment table before joining him. "Have you seen Bladesinger yet?"
Prowl pointed her out, currently flirting shamelessly with an Aerial mechling her own age. ~I'm not sure where he's from, though. She's been with him for three breems already.~
Jazz actually had to smother a chuckle as he watched the slightly flustered mech flirt back. ~He looks a little dazzled at the moment. Though she can have that effect on someone who isn't prepared for it.~
He studied the mechling for another moment before homing in on a House crest. ~House Skyhigh. She could do worse.~ He concluded.
~Yes, she could,~ Prowl agreed. ~Be interesting to see if anything comes of it.~
~Maybe I'll poke at her later, see if I can't get a designation out of her in case it does.~ Jazz answered, watching his eldest for a moment and determining that she, at least, was slightly serious about it.
~I saw you speaking with Lord Skystride earlier. I know that was one of the Houses you were considering sending Flashdrive to for a while. Negotiating?~ Jazz asked they wandered through the sea of frames, nodding in acknowledgement and returning greetings from allies and adversaries alike.
That was another factor that irritated Jazz. A House could hate your Lord and everything about your House, but they would on their best behavior in a setting like this, and an outsider would never know that there was bad energon between the two of you. Even Prowl's explanation that they were all related by sparkline, frameline or bond didn't help. Thinking it as sibling and family rivalries, a subject Jazz was entirely too familiar with, didn't help his irritation much.
He understood, he just didn't like it. The music changed, shifting from background entertainment to that of a formal dance, and those gathered cleared the floor to allow the Lord of the Royal House and his First Bonded to have the first dance of the evening.
Praxian dancing had been a slight revelation to Jazz, the often formal, intricate movements speaking another language as the pair flowed across the floor in a series of graceful swirls and flight-mimicking leaps. It was a language that he was learning to read even if he lacked the appendages with which to speak most of it.
This particular dance he had seen before. It was as old as the tradition of dancing at these functions, would probably be one of those traditions that would carry on in to time immortal with no remembering how it started or why they perpetuated it.
With a graceful swirl the couple came to a stop, bowing smoothly before the Lord offered his Bonded his arm and they abandoned the floor so that the rest of their guests might have a turn if they wished.
With a private smile for his mate, Prowl offered Jazz his hand to join the dancers, which included two of their three mechling creations. Thunderstorm was still being flirted with by Starscream.
~Still willing to be seen on a dance floor with me?~ Jazz asked, taking his mate's hand and following as Prowl inserted them smoothly in the pattern of other couples already out on the floor.
~Always,~ Prowl purred, easily adapting their dance to compensate for Jazz's lack of sensor wings. ~Our first dance will never be as embarrassing as my struggles to learn to dance in the first place.~
Jazz smiled, leaning in for a chaste kiss without missing a step, trusting completely in Prowl's ability to guide them across the dance floor without endangering any of the other dancers.
~You, awkward?~ Jazz laughed across the bond in a verbal dance as familiar as the one their feet now performed. ~Never.~
~I am many things, my love, including awkward on occasion,~ Prowl chuckled in good humor across the bond, not a trace of the playful conversation showing on the outside. He also didn't show just how close an optic he was keeping on all three of his mechlings and their companions for the moment.
~I don't recognize the pair with Flashdrive.~ Jazz admitted, easily following his mate's train of thought. ~They do seem rather persistent in their attempts to attract and hold his attention though.~
~Markwing and Darkfire, House Tremblewind out of Vos,~ Prowl supplied. ~It would be a fine step up for him, and I am sure he would be treated well. They're of Coda's former House.~
~It would.~ Jazz agreed after he placed the House. Even after all this time it still took him longer than his mate to navigate the rankings of the Houses from memory. Even if the pair courting him were not placed high in the House themselves Flashdrive would still be well off, and if he was happy with the match it was even more worthwhile.
The song ended, the musicians pausing for a break and to allow those on the floor to rearrange as they pleased. Jazz took advantage the momentary pause to watch Bladesinger exit the floor, the same mech from before stepping just ahead to courteously fetch her energon, before turning back to his mate. ~Another, love?~
~For as long as you wish to,~ Prowl resisted the urge to claim a passionate kiss, something inappropriate for the setting.
Jazz smiled, just keeping it from morphing into a smirk as he felt the desire in his bonded. ~Then at least one more.~ He purred, suggestive emotions tickling across the bond. ~Since this is as close as I can get until we are in private.~
~I am going to enjoy ravishing you after all the teasing that is happening,~ Prowl rumbled, somehow keeping his engine quiet even as he shared what he had planned for his mate.
The flash of his mate's visor was the only outward sign of the effect that Prowl was having, but it was also all the confirmation that the Praxian needed to know that Jazz was all for the idea as they stepped together and away as the music started once more. The flirting continued, suggestions slipped across the bond, subtle touches hidden under the motions of the dance, until Jazz felt even his strong self-control in the area beginning to slip. When the last notes of the current song slipped away he stepped back from Prowl. "Energon?"
"Yes," Prowl agreed smoothly, offering his arm to his mate. It was something that never stopped warming Jazz, that blatant display of 'he is mine and I want him that way' that Prowl took nearly every opportunity to display. ~Don't become too charged. Save some for the energon gel paints.~
Included with the suggestion was a mental image of painting inside Jazz's valve, and over his spark crystal, before Prowl licked him clean.
The faintest hint of warning escaped Jazz, his frame vibrating slightly at the thought as he offered a suggestion of his own in revenge, already sharing the patterns and glyphs he intended to trace on his bonded's sensor wings just so he could remove them with his glossa.
"I'll get the energon, if you will find us a place to rest." Jazz offered softly. Prowl nodded agreeably. He enjoyed the teasing as much as his mate, but it was for fun, not to push the other to past their limits of control.
With a small squeeze of affection on his mate's arm Jazz headed off in the direction of the energon array, swiftly finding a set of cubes that would replenish the energy they had expended without putting either of the pair anywhere close to being overcharged. He turned, scanning the crowd first and then feeling along the bond when his mate was not clearly visible. The feel that he got in return was one of Prowl being slightly distracted, and Jazz set off in the direction of the feeling, curious.
The bond link led him to a small balcony overlooking a palace garden, a place Prowl would have known that Jazz would appreciate relaxing away from the thick of the event for a klik or two. But even his mate's planning had probably not factored in being cornered by another mecha or the femme in his shadow.
"My Lord Prowl?" The dark toned Praxian addressed Prowl, asking bordering on demand for attention.
"Lord Sliderule," Prowl canted his wings in acknowledgement.
"Congratulations on your recent victory, and the additions to your House." Sliderule said, taking the motion as acceptance of his presence and moving closer.
"Thank you," Prowl accepted the complement and waited patiently for the other lord to get to his actual purpose.
"I was wondering if I might present one of my creations- Songnote, of the House of Tradewind." With that Sliderule stepped aside, revealing the femme that had been standing in his shadow.
Slender and graceful, the red and chrome femme bowed low, wings canting respectfully. Bright aqua optics flickered up to meet Prowl's golden ones before being focused on the ground once more. "My Lord." She murmured, voice as soft and musical as her designation implied.
"The oldest creation of my seconded bonded, and currently unattached." Sliderule added, discreetly watching Prowl out of the corner of his own optics.
Prowl, true to his nature, looked her over from helm to pede, then focused on her creator. "Her datafile," he extended his hand.
The chip with the requested information was produced and handed over quickly. Sliderule most likely had several more identical ones stashed in his subspace to be handed out to other potential suitors.
Prowl slid the chip into an arm slot, one of many on his frame, and downloaded the contents to integrate into his databases while he talked with the relative youth. "I would speak with Songnote for a time."
"Of course." The mech nodded respectfully, casting a look at his creation as he left them alone.
Jazz waited until the Lord was out of sight, watching everything from the other entrance, and only now reached out to Prowl. ~Let me know if you want me, love.~
~Do come. The alliance would be advantageous and her file indicates she is acceptable,~ he responded with a databurst of the file. "Tell us of yourself, what is not in your datafile."
"What would my Lord like to know?" She asked, hiding her confusion at the 'us' until she saw Jazz approach.
"Do you know who I am, and what is expected of my bonded?" Prowl gave her a direct question as Jazz tucked himself against Prowl's side, the interaction one of pure affection.
"Lord Prowl, of the House of Shining Sun." Her optics looked over Jazz quickly before rising to meet Prowls, sensor wings still canted in a respectful tilt. "I know it is a military House, and that I have nothing to offer in the way of arms strength, but I would do whatever my Lord required of me."
Prowl hummed in understanding. "Tell me what you want in your functioning."
A small quiver ran through her wings before she managed to still them. "I sing my Lord, and create music. I would like to continue to do so, for the glory of a House. I had hoped to bond one day, as well."
Jazz watched the femme as she spoke, visor allowing him to take in every twitch and motion of her frame, subtle signs, without her noticing. ~She's about as keen on this as I was, love.~
~That is my assessment as well,~ Prowl agreed. ~You and I turned out very well however.~ "Why do you not wish to bond yet?"
Songnote tilted her helm, as though surprised at the phrasing of the question. "It is not that I do not wish to bond, my Lord. It is only that I have been so focused on my music lately that talk of a political bonding had not been discussed in some time."
Prowl canted his wings in acceptance of her answer. "How do you feel about sparklings?"
There was a small flutter of her wings at that that made Prowl smile slightly. "I enjoy caring for my sibling's younglings. I would like creations of my own to care for."
~Is there anything you wish me to ask her?~ Prowl asked his mate.
~Not that I can think of love. Planning to go ahead and give her creator an answer one way or another?~ Jazz asked, leaning into his mate and allowing his gaze to roam over the red and chrome femme again. ~Or something you would like me to try and find out?~
~See if you like her enough to share me with her,~ Prowl nuzzled him. ~I do want an alliance with her House, but as best I can I will allow you to choose who.~
Love flared across the bond as Jazz offered his bonded the cube of energon that he had brought. ~I will, if it is important to you and the House. She doesn't seem that bad.~
With that he stretched and straightened. "I am Jazz, Songnote. Would you care to join me for some energon?"
The femme looked at Prowl, seeking permission. He nodded to her, watching the pair wonder off slightly.
Prowl was left to observe the gala and think for a little while, motion through one of the doors heralding Sliderule's return just as Jazz reached out across the bond. ~Still on the balcony love?~
~Yes, and Siderule has returned for an answer,~ he responded.
There was a gentle brush across the bond, a mix of emotion as Jazz spoke again. ~Keeping in mind that I have no desire to share you, love, I can and will. But there is something she is not telling us. She is more not ready for this than I was. I would learn more before I tell him yes.~
~I understand,~ Prowl said before turning his attention to the other. "Lord Sliderule."
"Lord Prowl." The darker Praxian looked around, and even though it was well hidden Prowl could tell that the other mech was displeased. "My creation has left you alone so soon?"
"She is with my bonded," Prowl defended her subtlety. "Since I have no objection to her, it is his choice now. An alliance between our Houses would be beneficial."
"To both of our Houses." Sliderule agreed with a small bow and pleased flick of his wings. "It would be good for Songnote as well. She should sing for you, perhaps. She has a lovely voice." He paused before adding. "And a strong spark with a fondness for sparklings. She would add many fine mecha to the House."
"Agreed," Prowl canted his wings. "I would begin negotiations for the alliance next decaorn."
"House Tradewind looks forward to opening negotiations with the House of Shining Sun. Thank you for your time." Sliderule answered, bowed once more and slipped away with the air of one who was having a good evening.
He was gone for less than a quarter klik before Jazz was once more against his mate's side.
~Other than her lack of desire to bond to me, how do you feel about her?~ Prowl nuzzled him, pleased to have the relative privacy of their spot for a few kliks.
~She is interesting. Animated and knowledgeable when you find the right topic. She is well designated, truly passionate about her music. And she was very interested in the twins. They are practically a miracle of Primus in her House.~ Jazz summed up, considering. ~She was also honest when she said that she is not a warrior, nor does she understand the ways of a warrior House.~
He leaned his helm against Prowl's shoulder. ~If I am to share you, there are mecha I would oppose far more. She would not answer instead of lie to me. I watched her hesitate more than once.~
~I have agreed to begin negotiating a bond alliance with her House,~ Prowl tipped his face up for a kiss, long and tender. ~I have no personal desire for another. Politics demand it of me. I would prefer to be selective on who we bring in; the sooner we find the mecha for the expected and needed bonds, the less likely we are to be forced into accepting one we do not want.~
~I understand.~ Jazz sighed, one hand sliding around Prowl's side to stroke a sensor wing softly. ~But until I must share I fully intend to enjoy being the only one.~
~As will I,~ Prowl purred. ~I believe one more dance and we can slip away without appearing rude.~
~Than by all means, let us dance.~ Jazz purred in reply, slipping his hand into the offered arm as Prowl led the way inside once more.
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