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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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The next day.

Prowl and Jazz had just finished their respective shifts and were heading back to their quarters. It had been quiet lately, with no Decepticon activity in weeks. Not that anyone was complaining.

“Do you think we should tell the others?” Jazz suddenly asked. “About us, I mean.”

“I imagine that would be a good idea,” Prowl said, flicking his tail as he considered. “That way no one will send you into a dangerous battle not knowing you’re carrying.”

“Well, Prime and Ratchet already know, and you’re second-on-command, so no danger of that. I just think we should tell our friends.”

“Sounds like a plan. When do you want to tell them?”

Jazz shrugged. “How about now? Most everyone’s in the rec room I think?”

Prowl hugged his mate tenderly. “All right babe.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Jazz smirked, licking Prowl’s cheek playfully.

“Right behind you babe,” Prowl grinned, flicking his tail as he followed his mate.

They entered the rec room, the largest room on the Ark aside from the command center. Almost all of the off-duty Autobots were there relaxing. Jazz grinned when Wheeljack spotted them and walked over.

“Hi guys.”

“Hey Jacks,” Jazz said. “It’s rare to see you out of the lab.”

Prowl smiled at Wheeljack, knowing the inventor’s secret, then glanced at his mate. “So, do you want to tell them, or should I?”

“I’ll tell them.” Jazz cleared his throat loudly, gaining everyone’s attention. “Prowl and I have an announcement to make,” he stated. “We’re bonded.”

Prowl smirked and wrapped an arm around Jazz’s waist. “And a sparkling’s on the way,” he said, nuzzling the Porsche’s neck lovingly.

“You’re kidding,” Wheeljack said. “Bonded? And with a sparkling? Does Op- I mean… does Prime know?”

“Yes, I know,” Prime said, suddenly coming up behind the bots. “And they know about us too,” he whispered quietly enough for only them to hear, sliding his arms around his mate’s waist.

“Op- Optimus!” Wheeljack squealed. “Everyone can see!”

“So… twins, huh?” Jazz chuckled.

“Everyone would find out sooner or later,” Prime said, holding his mate closer.

“I suppose…” Wheeljack muttered. “But it’s embarrassing.”

“Heh. I was a little worried about how people would react myself,” Jazz told them. “But look, no one’s even looking over here anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” Prime whispered, releasing Wheeljack a bit. “But trust me, with me, the leader, as your bonded, no one will say anything against us.”

“No one would say anything bad anyway. Tease you a bit maybe, but nothing hurtful,” Jazz said. “This is a great thing. How long has it been since there’s been a new bonding? Not to mention sparklings.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen a sparkling in over a thousand years,” Optimus said thoughtfully. “Jazz is right, this is a good thing. But if you want me to let help in public, I will.”

“No. No, it’s ok,” Wheeljack assured him. “I like it when you pay attention to me. I just… you know I’ve always been shy.”

“Too bad about that,” Jazz said, grinning. “I’ve thought of something that would be very fun. But it only works with all four of us.”

“Oh? What’s that babe?” Prowl asked his mate curiously.

Jazz told him across the bond.

“ Prowl said, wrapping an arm around Jazz’s waist with a big grin.

“What are you two grinning about?” Wheeljack asked warily. “And do I even want to know?”

Jazz just smirked and stood on his toes, beckoning Optimus to lean down, whispering in the larger mech’s ear.

“Oh!” Prime said, optics widening. “That does sound intriguing.”

“What? What is it?”

“I just asked Optimus if he’d be interested in a foursome. What about you? It’d be fun.”

Wheeljack blushed heavily.

“Babe…” Prowl purred impatiently.

“If you don’t want to be a part of it love,” Prime said, turning to his bondmate. “I won’t ask you to be.”

“Actually, it… does sound like fun,” Wheeljack whispered, blushing.

“Ya sure?” Jazz asked. “Don’t want to force you into anything.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

Prime smirked behind his mask and wrapped his arm back around Jacks’ waist. “I don’t think anyone is paying attention,” he said, looking back at the other bots talking amongst themselves.

“Our room or yours?” Jazz asked, ears wriggling playfully. He had to duck as Prowl nipped at them.

“Ours,” Prime said. “I’ve got one heck of a berth.”

“It’d have to be, to hold you,” Jazz grinned, sliding an arm around his mate’s waist.

“We’d better hurry babe,” Prowl growled seductively, tail twitching in anticipation. “You’ve got me all worked up.”

“Lead the way Prime.”

Prime tightened his hold on his mate’s waist, who smiled shyly and blushed, and led everyone down the hall.

“This is gonna be great,” Jazz said.

“Sure will be babe.”

“Here we are,” Wheeljack said as they reached Prime’s quarters, still blushing.

“Don’t worry Jacks. I promise we’ll be gentle,” Jazz said.

“Yes love, we’ll go easy on you,” Prime assured his mate.

Prowl grinned.

“I know. I’m still a little nervous,” Wheeljack said as they entered the room.

Prowl said, nibbling on Jazz’s neck.

“Don’t be nervous. You’ll feel great,” Jazz told Wheeljack, gently kissing the inventor’s gray-furred ear.

Prime sat down on the berth and retracted his battle-mask, revealing his grin. Prowl climbed up next to him, tail flicking with anticipation. He shivered as the larger bot slipped a finger under his chin and tilted his face, kissing him deeply. wheel jack retracted his own face-mask and smiled shyly.

“Beautiful,” Jazz murmured, wrapping his arms around Jacks and kissing him soundly.

“J-Jazz… I…”

“No need to say anything. Come on,” Jazz said, guiding Wheeljack over to the berth.

Prowl asked, pulling away from Prime.

Jazz leaned over and kissed Prowl.

Prowl grinned and kissed back, bringing up a servo to stroke his mate’s ear.

The Datsun turned and wrapped his tail around Wheeljack’s waist, coaxing him closer. Jazz came up behind him and kissed Jacks’ neck, stroking his ears.

“Eep!”

Prime grinned, his arousal building as he watched Prowl and Jazz slide their servos up and down Jacks’ sides. The semi licked his lips hungrily and growled lustfully.

“Ah…” Wheeljack moaned. “That… that feels…”

“I know,” Jazz smirked. “Great, isn’t it?”

Prime couldn’t take it anymore, all worked up from his mate’s moans. He stood up from the berth and pulled the others to him.

“Optimus…” Wheeljack whispered.

“Sorry Prime. Didn’t mean to leave you out,” Jazz grinned, pressing close to the large mech.

“It’s all right. I was enjoying the show,” Prime smirked, leaning down to tenderly kiss his mate. “We can stop if you want love,” he whispered, ghosting his fingers over Jazz’s ear and intertwining his tail with Prowl’s.

“No. No, don’t stop,” Wheeljack moaned, intake hitching as Jazz rubbed his groin plating.

Prime grinned and nipped his mate’s ear, sliding his arms around the other two. “Shall we move to the berth?”

“I think that’s a good idea,” Prowl purred, nuzzling Wheeljack.

“Mm, can’t wait. Bet you’re as big as you look under there,” Jazz said, giving Prime a cocky grin.

The semi-neko chuckled and pulled Jazz closer. “You’re about to find out that size really does matter.”

“Oh primus…”

Wheeljack squirmed slightly as Prowl continued to nuzzle his ears. He kissed the Datsun hesitantly, lips brushing against each other sweetly. Prowl smiled and wrapped his arms around Jacks, pulling him back to the berth.

“I’ll go easy on you,” he whispered.

“I trust you,” Wheeljack replied, sliding his arms around Prowl’s neck.

While that was going on, Prime had sat back down on the berth. He pulled Jazz onto his hips, sucking on his neck below the ears. The Porsche squirmed and tilted his head back, allowing the red and blue mech more access.

“M-more…” Jazz moaned.

“Open up and I’ll give you a lot more,” Prime smirked, sliding back his plating.

“Primus…” Jazz breathed, staring at the cable in front of him. Prime was huge! “Will that even fit?”

“It will,” Prime chuckled. “It worked for Wheeljack, didn’t it?”

Prowl pushed Wheeljack flat onto the berth, pinning his servos above his head and blowing hot air into his ear. He glanced up at his mate before sliding back his plating, grinding his open port against the inventor’s plating.

Jacks shivered and opened his cover. “Touch me?” he asked shyly.

Prowl kissed Wheeljack’s neck and trailed his fingers down to the mech’s port. He stroked it gently, rubbing the edges. Meanwhile, Jazz opened his plating, squirming in Prime’s lap. The large semi grinned and put his servos under Jazz’s thigh, lifting him slightly.

“This could hurt,” he whispered.

“I don’t mind. I want you inside me,” Jazz said, kissing Optimus deeply.

“That’s nice,” Wheeljack moaned. “That’s really nice.”

Prowl smirked and pushed a finger into Jacks’ port, gently biting his neck. It took almost all of his willpower not to bite harder as he slipped in another finger.

Prime lifted Jazz up some more, moving the Porsche into position. He then tugged on the smaller mech’s hips, impaling him on his massive cable. Optimus tilted his head back with a moan as he repeatedly lifted Jazz up and dropped him back down. Jazz screamed in pain and pleasure with every movement.

“Your… your glossa… please,” Wheeljack begged, hips bucking.

Prowl pulled his fingers out and crawled down Wheeljack’s chassis, licking the rim of his port.

“OhgodohgodohgodohGOD!!” Jazz screamed, clawing at Prime shoulders.

Prime groaned lustfully and sped up his movements, leaning forward to bite Jazz’s neck. Jazz moaned and thrashed, processor on the verge of crashing. Prowl lapped at Jacks’ port hungrily, his mate’s yells of pleasure filling his ears.

“AAH!!” Jazz yelled, stiffening as he overloaded. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“M-more…” Wheeljack moaned, hips bucking hard.

Prowl gripped Jacks’ hips so that he couldn’t move them and stuck his glossa into his port as deep as it could go, savoring the taste. There was a tanginess to the lubricant that Prowl enjoyed. It was a nice contrast to the sweet flavor of Jazz’s lube.

“Ah! Ah!” Wheeljack cried, arching as he hit his overload.

Prime flipped Jazz over onto the berth, pressing him down with his larger frame. Jazz was babbling incoherently, processor completely crashed.

“Unh… Jazz… oh primus, you’re so good…” Optimus moaned, vision going white as he overloaded hard. Beneath him, Jazz overloaded again, still babbling.

Prowl crawled back up Wheeljack’s chassis and thrusted his yearning spike into the wanting port. He groaned as he pulled out a bit, then pushed back in. next to him, Prime slipped an arm under Jazz’s back to pull him closer, continued thrusts becoming rough.

“F-faster… please…” Wheeljack begged.

Prowl writhed in pleasure as he picked up the pace. His teeth were bared as if ready to chew on the inventor’s neck in lust. He wanted so much to clamp his fangs onto a neck cable, but managed to hold himself back. He knew Wheeljack didn’t like being bit the way Jazz did.

“Op-Optimus!” Jazz cried out as he overloaded a third time before passing out from the intense pleasure.

“AA!! PROWL!” Wheeljack screamed, overloading, lubricant splattering onto the Datsun’s stomach.

Biting down hard onto his lip, Prowl overloaded as well, tail swishing back and forth sporadically. After a few more quick thrusts, Prime overloaded a second time, collapsing onto the unconscious Jazz and panting heavily.

“Oh wow… that was amazing…” Wheeljack said dreamily.

Jazz groaned softly as he woke up.

“Heh… we told you it would be fun,” Prowl panted as he pulled out and fell to Jacks’ side.

Prime carefully moved off of Jazz and lay on his back, trying to catch his breath. “You’re one hell of a lover Jazz.”

“So are you. Phew,” Jazz breathed, moving over to Prowl and snuggling up. “We should do this again sometime.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired,” Jacks panted.

“Same…” Prowl agreed, wrapping his arms around Jazz and nuzzling his neck lovingly. “Love you babe.”

“Love you too Prowler,” Jazz purred before falling asleep.

Prime pulled Wheeljack up onto his chassis, sliding his large arms around the smaller bot. The inventor blushed slightly and tenderly kissed his mate.

Prowl smiled at the sweet sight and stood up, carefully picking up Jazz. “I’m going back to our room now.”

“Very well Prowl,” Prime said, holding his mate closer and kissing him deeply. “Good night.”

“Night.”

Prime purred softly in his mate’s ears before he fell asleep. Wheeljack sighed happily, the low rumbling of the semi’s purrs lulling him into a pleasant recharge.

Prowl entered his room and set the Porsche onto the berth. He sighed softly, a bit miffed that his mate kept falling asleep right over overload.

“Darling…” Jazz murmured, shifting in his sleep.

Prowl’s ears drooped tiredly as he crawled onto the berth, pulling his mate into his arms. “Babe…” he whispered.

Jazz was too deep into recharge to respond, but feelings of love and devotion drifted across the bond. Prowl smiled warmly and bent his head down to lightly kiss Jazz’s chest before joining him in slumber.
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