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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 22: Praxian Wings

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Jazz purred in contentment as he felt his mate finally finish relaxing as the energy from the overload slowly dissipated. Eventually Jazz would try to find out what had worked his mate up to the point that Prowl had returned tense and frustrated, but for now it as enough that Jazz's assault on the Praxian's sensor wings had resulted in a melted puddle of mech.
Still purring Jazz leaned forward, resting against his mate's back and continuing to stroke the twitching wings in a soothing manner. "Feel better?" He teased gently in Prowl's audio.
"Yes," the lax frame murmured in reply. "Sometimes ... I wish you could enjoy how good that feels."
His mate nuzzled the back of his neck affectionately. "Know how much you like them. Not a Praxian frame though love...Sorry."
"Don't be," Prowl turned his helm to nuzzle his bonded. "Though you could have them, if you really wanted to."
There was a flare of surprise from his bonded at the suggestion, and then the quiet stillness from Jazz that meant he was seriously considering something. A gentle hand traveled down one of Prowl's wings again, Jazz focusing on every twitch and quiver even the lightest of touches could cause.
He had seen, and even experienced a little secondhand through his bonded, what could be done with information offered by the sensors. He had also seen mecha brought down by the same appendages, something that he had never had to worry about. Still...
His helm fell to rest on Prowl's shoulder. "Not sure how I'd look with wings love, or learning to handle them. But..."
"You would be hansom, just as you are now," Prowl nuzzled him across the bond, full of reassurance that as appealing as the thought was to Prowl, it was not because he found Jazz lacking. "It would be strange at first, learning to cope with all the new information and the extra processors that handle it, but you would adapt very well. I am sure of it. It is simply something to think about. We have the knowledge, experience and resources to do the work very well."
Jazz purred softly, simply basking in his mate's acceptance and approval for a moment before humming thoughtfully. "Keepsafe would be doing the work?"
"As long as she believes she can," Prowl said. "If not, she will oversee what specialists are called in. It is not a common procedure."
Jazz nuzzled against him, still contemplative but very accepting of the idea. "It would at least be worth getting a professional opinion."
"Then we will speak with Keepsafe after breakfast tomorrow?" Prowl suggested.
"So long as you are free." Jazz agreed, visor flashing a little in actual excitement at the prospect.
"I am," he assured his mate. "My morning rounds have flexibility to them and there are no meetings scheduled."
"Then I like the idea very much." Jazz purred as he ran a hand down his mate's back in a manner far more suggestive than the gentle touches from before.
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It was a feeling that Jazz was more familiar with than he would have liked, and it didn't help that he hated it. Coming out of forced deep stasis was always a challenge. The slow, groggy way his processor functioned as the medical overrides forced each system to come online and integrate in a particular order was frustrating and bothersome. The worst period was that stage where he was conscious enough to know what was going on but not really awake enough to process anything.
By the time that passed Jazz was already pushing at the sequences a little, and was relieved when his vision was allowed to come online. The first thing that he consciously noticed was the fact that he was laying on his front, a position that was not normal for him.
He tried to move, finding that his frame was starting to function, and grunted at the unfamiliar weight on his back. Information teased at his processor, something he should know, but he was distracted by a second weight pressing him down.
~Be still, love,~ Prowl's thoughts caressed him across the bond. ~The surgery went well, but you need to be still until the new protocols and sensors finish integrating.~
Surgery? Jazz's processor almost stalled for a moment before everything came back to him. The specialists, the surgery to graft sensory wings on his frame, and to install the processors and the systems that would allow him to control and utilize the new information they would provide.
He relaxed, calm since his mate was, and waited patiently for the new systems to boot for the first time. ~How do they look?~ He asked quietly over the bond.
A flare of intense approval-lust-must touch tore across the bond, Prowl's efforts to hold it back crippled by the question. ~They, you, look amazing.~ Prowl's voice trembled slightly.
The surge of emotion sent a shudder through Jazz's frame, causing him to crane his neck around to look at his bonded. ~If I'd realized you would like them this much I would have done this a long time ago. I-~
The rest of the comment was lost as the systems finished integrating and booted for the first time, flooding Jazz's senses and demanding all of his attention rather abruptly. The rush of information and input was enough to make his frame tremble again as his main processor fought to catch up with everything that the secondary processor and the direct line to the sensors were feeding him.
Suddenly his mate was there, in his processors with him. Not through the bond, but from a hardline connection that they had only shared a handful of times. Without a word Prowl gave gentle, firm direction on how to cope. What to shunt to secondary processors and what should be kept in his primary awareness.
Jazz grabbed on to the lifeline he had been thrown and held on firmly, following the directions without question and with more than a little relief.
Slowly things started to settle into place as data was sorted, processed, and organized at a manageable rate. The trembling eased until Jazz was able to consciously process what he was doing again and collapsed on to the berth. ~That was...intense.~ He finally managed, shaky even across the bond.
~Yes,~ Prowl smiled and unplugged now that he was sure his mate was okay. "In time, it will become a reflex. For the first few metacycles it will be an effort. In time you will be able to handle all but the most extreme of input as I do."
"Not soon enough." Jazz sighed, almost afraid to move again.
"No, it won't be," Prowl agreed, gently stroking Jazz's backstrut, but careful not to touch his new wings.
"You're entire upper structure will ache for at least a couple decaorns as well," Keepsafe's familiar voice spoke up from nearby. "Adding sensor wings is a great deal more than simply adding a bit of kibble. That is a significant amount of extra weight pulling on you that your protoform was never designed to take. It will also affect your balance even more than loosing them affects a Praxian."
Jazz sighed softly. He had known that this wasn't going to be a pleasant process, but he hadn't realized that it was going to hit quite this hard. He reached out, seeking Prowl's hands with his own for the additional physical comfort that he had come to depend on.
~It will be all right, love,~ Prowl assured him. ~We planned this well. Nothing is expected of you for two metacycles.~
~Thank Primus.~ Jazz replied, daring to test the controls that allowed him to control the sensor wings and feeling them shift. It was a distinctly odd feeling. Not painful, but disconcerting that the slightest change in the angle would change the input he received on multiple levels.
Several kliks passed in silence as he adjusted to that and let it settle before reaching out to Prowl again. ~Go ahead and touch love. Know you want to.~
~I do,~ he shivered in anticipation. One hand lifted from Jazz's backstrut to rest, almost painfully light, near the joint of Jazz's right wing.
Even as he thought to tell his mate he could do more the rush of sensations exploded across Jazz's awareness. Very distantly he was aware that if the original deluge was from air, then something as solid as his mate's touch would be far more intense in the most pleasurable of ways.
Black hands grabbed the edge of the berth, anchoring him against the tide of sensation that threatened to overwhelm again. He hissed softly, relaxing slowly as the sound faded.
~Tell me when you are ready for me to move,~ Prowl said gently across the bond.
Jazz shivered again, settling himself before nodding. ~Go ahead love. Before Keepsafe makes us stop.~
The slow gentle glide of fingers over the new sensors sent shivers through his entire frame, but Jazz was ready for them this time, and the pleasurable touch was accepted and processed much quicker than anything so far.
Prowl chuckled softly and slid his hands along the leading edge from joint to tip, gently, sensually, the bond full of his desire for Jazz to experience what he had long given. His reward was a soft moan, the sensor wing under his touch quivering slightly. But the response over the bond made it every clear that Jazz was enjoying every bit of it.
~Feels very good love.~ Jazz sighed, actually relaxing a little more under the touch.
~Good,~ Prowl purred, running his hand the full length of the wing once more. Only this time he dipped clawtips into fine seams, seeking out the deeper sensor nodes to stimulate directly. It had been long vorns since he'd given a wing overload, but he still remembered how to.
His mate gasped, frame arching in response to the touch and cooling systems springing to life at the sudden stimulation. "Prowl!"
"Should I stop?" Prowl asked with a feigned innocence that no one believed.
The sensor wing pressed into Prowl's hand. Jazz's own action sent a shiver through his frame and a clear message to his mate. "No..." Jazz whimpered softly.
"Good," Prowl purred, a sound of pure seduction to Jazz. Knowing hands continued to move, teasing and tormenting even as the bond showed just how much he was enjoying giving the pleasure.
The soft sound of resigned annoyance came from nearby, but neither of the lovers cared. As long as she didn't directly order them to stop, Prowl had no intention of stopping.
~You are so incredible in pleasure,~ Prowl nearly moaned.
Jazz whined softly, arching into the pleasure and quivering with each new touch and sensation. The very small part of his processor that could still function on a higher level was in awe of what Prowl was doing to him.
~Feels so good.~ Jazz moaned, throwing the bond open wide so Prowl would know what he was doing, the input still so new and intense for Jazz that it bordered on pain.
~This is what you have provided to me for so long,~ Prowl cooed over the bond, his fingers working Jazz's new wings with the intent of triggering an overload before it felt like too much pain. ~They are well worth the risks.~
~Love...~ Jazz whimpered, frame shaking from the energy building rapidly in his systems. It exploded outward with a keen as Prowl found another seam and pushed his bonded into an entirely new pleasure.
Prowl simply purred and continued to stroke, his hands smoothing out to a more gentle caress as Jazz rode out his first wing overload. His bonded melted onto the berth, frame and wings going limp as Jazz processors shut down for a moment, many systems going through a soft reboot after being overwhelmed.
Awareness returned to Jazz with that sated sense of a good overload and the pleased hum across the bond as a tender kiss caressed his neck. ~I am pleased to finally be able to share that with you.~
"So if you're done, I would like to go over some things," Keepsafe said firmly. "He's not leaving until he can walk steadily and not tip over."
~Much different from feeling yours.~ Jazz observed, turning his helm to steal a kiss from his mate. ~Help me sit up? First step in making her happy and willing to release me, I think.~
~Yes,~ Prowl agreed to it all and offered a steady frame and helping hands for Jazz to roll his chassis backward until his aft was over his pedes, then shift sideways until his pedes were dangling over the edge and his aft firmly on the berth.
"That's a good start," Keepsafe hummed, stepping up Jazz's side. "I'm going to manipulate your wings. Tell me if it hurts."
Jazz nodded in understanding, shifting his wings for a moment before letting them settle into what felt like a comfortable rest position. He had to suppress a shudder at the first touch of her hands on his wings, just as intense as the first time he had been touched but much better managed.
It was a very different touch than his mate, especially when she began to move the appendages that Jazz was still having difficulty fully grasping were part of him. Up, down, back forward, in a circle, then ... "Unlock the fingers."
It took a moment of searching for Jazz to find the appropriate command, and then a few more to actually execute it. The shift in his own wings had him reeling a bit as the fingers unlocked and spread. He had never anticipated that twenty percent of the sensor load was normally closed off inside the wings, only active when they fanned open like this.
Prowl's hands steadied him, and offered silent encouragement over the bond.
Then Keepsafe's fingers went over all the newly exposed surfaces. Her touch was precise and clinical, with none of the intent that Prowl's had when the Praxian had investigated Jazz's wings. None of those facts made it any less intense, and for a moment Jazz simply focused on his bonded's golden optics, locking on to them as a focus. ~How do you manage this?~
~I never quite went through this,~ Prowl admitted. ~I separated with my wings, carried by a Praxian. Like the coding for walking, I downloaded all this from my carrier, learned while I was still inside her and under construction. Do you remember how intense it was the first time I touched your spike? Now it still feels very good, but it's nowhere near that intense.~
Jazz grumbled softly, hands flexing where they touched Prowl as Keepsafe moved on to another section of wing. He had to smirk a little though. ~And why do I have the feeling that you are going to be more than willing to help me learn to manage this?~
~Because I am good to my bonded,~ Prowl purred, his tone teasing. ~The more you experience, the sooner you will be back to training and thus the sooner you can join me on campaign.~
~Want to be by your side always.~ Jazz said, turning his helm as he sensed Keepsafe back away. "Time for me to try to walk?"
"If you believe you can," she nodded, another motion he was fairly sure he felt at a distance.
She stepped out of the way as Jazz flexed the sensor wings several times before carefully sliding from the berth, maintaining his grip on mate the entire time.
Standing was far different from being seated even, and Jazz had to hold on tighter for a moment as his equilibrium adjusted to the extra, still awkward weight on his back. Then there was an intense rush of information as protocols meant to assist him in close-quarters navigation completely overwhelmed his processors.
~Let it happen love,~ Prowl crooned softly, supporting and knowing exactly what his mate was experiencing when he wavered with white optics. ~The new processors will pick up the bulk soon.~
The mech in his arms grunted, all the response that Jazz could manage as he continued to navigate the roller-coaster of sensory input, processor fits, and the momentary weakness that always accompanied the other two leveling out.
He was very thankful that there were only two others in the small room as he attempted his first shaky steps, awkward and distinctly lacking in grace as he tried to process both the extra input and the added weight in a very awkward place. This was far worse than being sparkling-heavy.
Prowl remained at his side at first, steadying him the entire time and completely willing to catch him should he actually fall. He moved away slowly as Jazz managed to gain balance and confidence, shuffles giving away to actual strides and Jazz completed a full turn around the room before stopping to rest against a wall where Prowl finally joined him again. Strong arms embraced Jazz, the bond full of proud support and no small amount of lust at seeing those wings, on his mate, in motion.
~You are going to be so amazing when you are steady enough to dance again,~ Prowl purred into a tender, chaste kiss.
In his current state Jazz only groaned at the suggestion, though he leaned into the kiss willingly. Though as he thought about it the ability to dance again was something to master before he even thought about setting foot in the training room.
~Not amazing now?~ He added with a mock pout, teasing his mate.
~You are gorgeous now, love,~ Prowl chuckled. ~But part of your charm has always been your grace. I look forward to when you have it back.~
~Me too.~ He nuzzled at Prowl before looking over at Keepsafe. "Well?"
"If you promise not to leave your quarters without someone to help if you overstress yourself, you may finish your recovery in your quarters," she smiled warmly at the pair. "I know you'll recover better there, even if you'll be more active than I'd like."
"I won't leave without an escort. Too many lectures all around." Jazz grumbled, not yet having managed to forget the lecture he had received from one of his own mechlings when they felt he was pushing himself too hard so soon after being released when the twins separated.
He shifted his wings again, finding that he was starting to be able to control when and where he wanted to move them without being overwhelmed by the input they sent him in return. "Ready to help me stagger back?" He asked his mate.
"Always," Prowl purred, slipping an arm around his mate so Jazz could lean on him as they walked and look more like he was snuggling against Prowl's side than needing the support.
"I will be by a joor before lunch to check on your progress," Keepsafe told them.
The walk back went well enough, considering the fact that Jazz had to rely heavily on Prowl so he didn't flinch every time a new sensor reading appeared or someone passed them. By the time his mate opened the door to their quarters he was mentally exhausted again and on the verge of a processor ache just from trying to sort everything he wasn't used to.
No wonder Praxians and Aerials were considered smarter than average. They had to be just to cope with their sensor systems.
"Creators!" twin squeals of delight greeted them as their twins rushed from their room.
Jazz stood a little straighter, smiling as the pair launched themselves enthusiastically at them as the door closed. Only twenty vorns old, the pair were enough to run their caretakers ragged on a regular basis.
They rarely meant to cause trouble, only wanting to investigate the world around them with the curiousness of any sparkling. But the strong twin bond meant that when one found something of interest the other was rarely far behind.
"Sunstreaker. Sideswipe." Jazz had to choke back a laugh as the pair suddenly put on the brakes, twins sets of blue optics locked on their carrier.
"Wings!" Sideswipe gasped with a trill of fascination. "Carrier like Sire now?"
"A little." Jazz agreed, extending them carefully so that the sparklings could have a better look as they scrambled closer, feeling the fascination rolling across the creation bond from Sideswipe and the thoughtful evaluation from Sunstreaker.
"They're-" The comment broke into a gasp of shock, Jazz's hand clamping down on his mate's arm as pain flared up the entire length of one wing, causing his whole frame to sway dangerously.
Startled by the reaction both sparklings bolted out of the way, optics bright with fright and Sunstreaker's with more than a little bit of distress.
Prowl's grip on his mate was tight, the bond supportive, but his focus was on the twins. "Your carrier is not yet used to them," he told the pair gently but firmly. "They can not take the kind of touching that mine can yet."
"Sorry." Sunstreaker apologized, approaching his carrier once more and looking at the wings with longing.
"It's all right bravespark." Jazz got himself under control once more and released his grip on Prowl to reach for the sparkling. It was an effort to raise the small frame but he managed, nuzzling Sunstreaker gently. "You can touch later, all right?"
Bright blue optics bobbed up and down as Sunstreaker nodded in agreement.
"Why are they so tender?" Sideswipe asked, cautiously investigating without touching.
"Because unlike your sire," Jazz answered, looking down from where he still had Sunstreaker cradled against his chest, "I did not separate with them. They are very new, and still healing."
That was the best word he could find to sum up what was happening as he learned to control the new processors, data sensors, and appendages. "I need time to get used to them."
"How long until they're all better?" Sideswipe asked, optics bright with fascination over the changes to his carrier.
"A little while." Jazz said, moving them cautiously again. "Do you like them?"
Both twins considered the question, the bond full of curiosity. "They're pretty," Sideswipe decided first. "You look different, but nice."
"Thank you." Jazz looked at Sunstreaker, waiting.
The small sparkling looked over his carrier's new wings, considering them very thoughtfully and with a seriousness his brother had never possessed. "I like them." He said slowly.
"Good," Prowl smiled, pleased that the twins would not find their carrier's new appearance disturbing. "Now please go back to playing with your caretakers. You can take your nap with him later. Jazz needs to rest."
"Don't need a nap." Sideswipe declared, taking off in the direction of their room and dodging around Steelplate from where the large mech had been watching from the doorway. With another nuzzle Jazz set Sunstreaker down, the sparkling following his twin at a slower pace, turning to look at his carrier several more times before he reached the room.
"You look quite dashing with wings," Steelplate smiled at his former charge. "Skysong's influence in you is much more apparent."
Jazz looked thoroughly pleased with that, beaming at his mentor and quivering with joy. "Thank you." He flexed them again.
It brought a small smile of pleasure to Prowl's features to have his mate so pleased. "Come to the berth," he nuzzled Jazz, gently trying to guide him to the berthroom. "You do need to rest."
"Rest?" Jazz repeated, snuggling against his mate as Steelplate retreated into the sparkling's rooms to help keep the curious creatures busy while their creators had some time to explore new things themselves.
~Eventually,~ Prowl chuckled, closing the door behind them and locking it against curious sparklings and mechlings who didn't think to knock first. ~For now, lay down on your front and let me polish them.~
~Not going to do anything to make Keepsafe irritated with me, are you?~ Jazz teased as he obediently sprawled face down on the berth, limbs splayed comfortably.
After a moment of consideration he spread his sensor wings, fingers and all, on display for his mate. The sharp spike of lust-desire-must touch from his mate made it well worth it.
~I will try not to,~ Prowl forced himself to calm down as he got the polishing supplies and returned to the berth. ~Primus you look delectable.~
A quiver ran through Jazz's frame and down the length of his wings as well. He turned his helm to look at his mate, finally starting to realize just how attractive Prowl found wings.
~Yes, I do,~ Prowl purred as he settled across Jazz's hips. The supplies set to one side, he ran his hands up his mate's backstrut, seeking out tension and stress to sooth. By now he knew all of the most likely places, and found that even with the addition of wings they hadn't changed as his mate melted under the touch. Jazz's frame settled into peaceful relaxation, a state soon echoed in his field and across the bond.
With a smile Prowl picked up a polishing cloth and cleanser designed to lift all the small particles that accumulated and stayed more from static than adhesion. His hands moved smoothly, caressing with the intent to pleasure rather than arouse.
The first few strokes had Jazz shivering again, then he sighed and groaned, a sound that slipped into a continuous purr. ~Oh love...~
~Good,~ Prowl's own soft purr rose as he wiped Jazz's wings clean, then put the cloth aside for a fresh one and some polish. Just as before, he focused on gentle strokes that would pleasure without turning his mate on too much. If Jazz slipped into recharge while he worked, all the better.
~No wonder you're so willing to let me do this...~ Jazz murmured, awareness of anything but the proximity of his mate and soothing touch fading rapidly as his processors finally settled into a comfortable state.
~Yes, as good as it feels, there is trust involved as well,~ Prowl smiled as he worked, pleased as his mate's gentle decent into recharge. ~As you experienced, it is easy to cause great pain as well.~
~They know better now.~ Jazz murmured. ~I'll learn.~ His visor flickered, going dark as higher functioning began to shut down.
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