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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 08: Bonding to a Greater Lord Heir

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The gentle brush of a long-missed and very welcome field snapped Jazz out of his efforts not to pace or tremble, or simply hide. He'd been polished, primped and detailed within a micron of his life and didn't dare do anything that would mar the work when he would soon be standing before the Prime to be bonded.
"Creator!" He bounded forward, stopping just shy of physically touching, making do with his field and looking around as the rest of his family approached, suddenly realizing just how much he had missed them all.
"Jazz." Crossbeam nodded, reaching down and catching a sparkling in midair before she could attach herself to Jazz's leg. Jazz couldn't help but smile at the disappointed whine from his brother's youngest creation at the foiling of her plans. "You look well."
"Thank you." Jazz answered. "As do you."
His field flared out to touch the others as they gathered around, greeting them all. His brother and Heir to the House of Crossbeam, Cadence, and his bonded Skysweep. Skysweep retrieved their sparkling as Cadence circled his brother once, satisfying himself that Jazz was well and indulging in a way their creator couldn't in public.
"Jazz." He smiled warmly at his brother once his inspection was complete. "It is good to see you again." The field that brushed against Jazz's revealed much more than the words- the fact that his brother had actually missed him.
"We don't have long, but they wanted to see you before the ceremony started." Crossbeam explained. "You seem to have settled well."
"It is...not what I had expected at first." Jazz admitted quietly, the longing for home rising with the nearness of his family. But it was more an old ache now than the sharp pain it had once been. "Prowl is...Prowl." He added with a small smile, not even sure how to begin to describe his intended to his creator, knowing that the Prowl that Crossbeam would know and the Prowl that Jazz knew would be two very different mecha.
"He is an exceptional mecha," Crossbeam acknowledged. "Politically this is truly an amazing orn for the House of Crossbeam." The flicker of his field expressed his personal regret of how the alliance had happened, and a hint of the explosion that had happened when he had found out. He shot a look at Cadence, silently requesting his heir to take his family elsewhere while he guided Jazz towards an unoccupied corner of the temple garden. "Has he treated you well?" he asked very quietly.
Jazz stood beside his Sire, considering his answer. "More than well." He concluded, his field brushing against his sire's, reinforcing the words. Jazz glanced at his family across the courtyard. "He has done everything in his power to make this work."
"Good," Crossbeam managed a small smile. "I do hope to see you occasionally. Even though you will soon belong to another House, I am still your creator. You will always be welcome in my home."
"Thank you." Jazz said, looking forward even more to the promised trip, when he would be able to introduce his sire to yet another grand creation. He smiled at Crossbeam, his own sadness buried under a hope that things would work out, and the knowledge that his sire loved him and cared about what happened to him.
Crossbeam hesitated, then set his features firmly. "Remember, you are the creation of a fine House. It may be small and young, but it was granted existence by the Prime himself. The Prime will often listen to me, and I will always listen to you."
For a moment all Jazz could do was stare at his sire. "I will remember."
"Good," Crossbeam lightened his mood by force of will alone and reached out to place a guiding hand just shy of touching his creation's shoulder. "Come. It is time."
A shiver went through the small mech, nerves flaring again, though they were tempered a little by the presence of his sire.
He turned, following his creator's direction and out into the public optic.
Not far away in another well-protected corner of the temple garden Prowl was kneeling, attempting to center himself for what was coming.
There was a gentle but firm brush of a field against his own, the familiar presence of his own sire. Calm and supportive, there was a moment as the elder mech knelt slowly by his heir. Even without looking, Prowl knew that required activity of the orn was putting a great strain on his elder, likely shortening Baldedrift's already brief time left in his frame.
"Greetings, creator," Prowl spoke softly and calmly, a state his field betrayed to the mech who knew him like few others.
"Prowl." The Lord finally settled his frame fully, wings folding down into resting pose. "You are distressed." Bladedrift observed quietly, reading Prowl in a glance and a touch of their fields.
"This is a significant thing to do. I do not know him well," Prowl admitted. "I ... like him, creator. It is not what you have with Spark Crest."
His sire hummed softly, understanding. "I am sorry circumstance has put this weight on you." Bladedrift admitted very softly, hurting in his spark to be placing such a burden on his heir. "I had many vorns to court Spark Crest before we were bonded, but even still the relationship that you know was work of centuries after our bonding."
He shifted slightly, the minute motion giving away the strain being placed on him by holding the position that he was, even if his field was strong with the stubbornness that was keeping him there. "The choice of your mate was a hurried thing," Even if they had exhausted their choices before being presented with Jazz. "Such as the choosing of a first bonded should not be. But I pray to Primus that he may be to you what your carrier has always been to me."
"As do I, creator," Prowl said softly, the caress of his field hopeful, thankful and supportive. "I believe the odds are good, for as little data as I have."
"And you would know." Bladedrift commented with a small smile, proud of his Heir's natural abilities and the work that Prowl had put into developing them. "Your intended is young, and from what I have heard stubborn and impulsive. But from what I have seen, he is honestly fond of you and wants to be with you. Nurture that."
"Yes, creator," Prowl responded on reflex. It was in his field that his true thanks for the advice rested. "He seems highly tolerant of my ... quirks of nature."
"It would seem that he has some of his own." The older mech tilted his helm, then started to stand. "It is time."
With the respect due his elder and Lord, Prowl moved with slow steadiness to his pedes, as not to show up the mecha that was in every way his better. He accepted the guiding hand of his sire and walked with him, surreptitiously supporting him as they entered the Grand Temple of Primus in Praxus.
Bladedrift's field brushed against his creation's once more, in thanks and acknowledgement, before the elder mech drew himself up, his bearing the regal one of a Lord of a House as they entered the public optic. Though his condition was far from a secret, something nearly impossible to keep with the way his sensor wings and chevron tips were graying, it was no excuse to be anything less than commanding.
He walked Prowl through the gathering that parted smoothly for them and down the crystal path to the podium where the aging but still potent Nova Prime stood. Jazz soon joined them, his hand resting on the arm of his sire.
"Who stands before the Prime to be bonded in law this orn?" Nova's deep baritone echoed across the assembly.
"Jazz of the House of Crossbeam, stands as bonding offering to the House of the Shining Sun." Jazz's sire spoke firmly, even and formal, without a hint of the reservation he had displayed earlier. With that the elder mech bowed and stepped back, leaving his youngest creation to stand alone before the Prime that had conquered half the known universe.
"Prowl, of the House of Shining Sun, stands today to be bonded." Bladedrift intoned formally, his own slight inclination no less stately as he stepped back, leaving his Heir to stand with his intended before the Prime.
The giant of a mech, large even for an aerial convoy class, took in the pair before him for a scrutinizing moment before he spoke. "Prowl, creation of Primus, do you accept the mecha beside you as your bonded mate; to cherish, respect and support as Primus supports us all?"
"I do, Avatar of Primus," Prowl bowed his helm deeply, giving no outward hint that he had been on a designation-only level of familiarity with the Prime for much of his existence.
"Jazz, creation of Primus, do you accept the mecha beside you as your bonded mate; to cherish, respect and support as Primus supports us all?"
The smaller mech bowed his helm, deeply respectful as he offered the ritual answer required of him. "I do, Avatar of Primus."
"Do you intend to complete this covenant before Primus before the next orn is closed?"
"Yes, Avatar of Primus," Prowl answered. Ritual words or not, there was a genuine flutter of excitement at the prospect.
"Yes, Avatar of Primus." Jazz echoed his intended, though much more quiet.
"Then to the laws of the empire, you are now bonded," Nova Prime rumbled, the warmth in his voice a rare thing to hear.
As soon as his voice died out, the crowd cheered, some more riotous than others. For the entire province, this was incredibly good news.
The ceremony itself was simple, the words the same from the lowest mecha presenting their vows before Primus to the those of high Houses standing there that orn. A public acknowledgement of the joining that was something only Primus would be witness to.
Jazz shivered minutely at the cheers, standing after Prowl rose, accepting the arm his intended offered him.
Prowl's field brushed against his, offering support and protection as the Praxian led them into the crowd and the greetings and congratulations that would consume much of the remaining orn. Trust filtered back through their meshed fields, thanks for support and the soft brush of promise that Jazz would be there with him as mecha surrounded them.
They would be expected to be visible for the celebration that orn, with the prominence of Prowl's House and the status of many of those attending. Only when the sun set and evening fell would they be excused, and not expected to venture out much for the better part of a metacycle. During the entire meet and greet, Jazz remained close to Prowl, deferring to the ranking mech to do most of the talking unless he was directly addressed. He saw his creator's second bonded, introduced Prowl to all his kin that had come, but generally the orn was a blur of unfamiliar faces and designations that Prowl seemed to know.
It wasn't lost on Jazz that every time he seemed to feel drained by the experience, Prowl would make some excuse to take him away for some energon, or a confection, or to simply be in a quiet corner for a breem. He welcomed these quiet moments, time for him regroup in the comfort of his intended's protection. He was handling himself, but this event was a larger than anything he had ever attended, and this time he was a focal point of the celebration.
In the blur of it all, Jazz didn't even realize this latest 'escape' was the final one until Prowl nudged him to transform and follow him back to the House compound.
Relief spilled from the younger mech as he slipped into his alt mode and fell in behind Prowl. He tailed his intended closely through the crowds that were still in the streets celebrating, and were likely to be there for several more orns. Their guards were adept at being unnoticed, but they were there, ready to give their sparks to defend their Lord Heir and his first bonded. Ready to do anything to protect the future of their House.
Despite the relatively short distance, the drive took nearly half a joor before they were in the relative safety and sanity of the House grounds. Once the massive front gates closed, Prowl relaxed, his field extending to caress Jazz, full of affection, desire and not a small amount of nervousness.
Jazz transformed, optics flickering around the entry yard before he too relaxed a little, out from under the pressure of the thousands of optics and the need to be at his best every nanoklik. His frame slumped a little as he vented, releasing some of the tension as his field mixed with Prowl's, returning the affection and betraying the fear and nerves that still had him on edge.
His spark, the last part of him that was still his, wouldn't be after tonight. It would be another's. It would be Prowl's, and that specific was the only reason Jazz wasn't fleeing in terror.
They walked in silence, side by side, to the bonding suite. A smaller, much more intimate space that was an odd mix of noble sensibilities with the attached servant's quarters and kitchen separated from the living quarters and middle-class commoner practicalities with its small entry room that served most purposes, berthroom and washrack. In this case all done in Praxian style and remodeled with Prowl and the needs of this bonding in mind.
It was only when the door closed and locked behind them that Prowl completely relaxed the tension in his frame. He turned to Jazz and reached out to cup his mate's cheek. "I will do all I can to make this as good for you as you will allow."
One hand reached up to cover Prowl's, the field brushing against the Praxians' flickering with curiosity and trust. Jazz trusted Prowl, trust his intended had earned and cultivated carefully and was now freely given. "I know."
With a small smile Prowl leaned in to kiss him, his free arm reaching around to draw Jazz close as he had so many time before. It was movement and intent that always led to pleasure for Jazz, no matter how nervous he was. His intended melted against Prowl, willing even through the strain and drain of the orn's events. Soft kisses and touches continued as Prowl drew him to the berthroom and onto the berth, only to leave him there briefly.
Jazz stretched out slowly on the berth, feeling out the luxurious cushion and softness. His optics tracked his intended leaning over to a side table for a cube of energon and some jellies.
When Prowl returned to sit, half against Jazz, he offered one of the jellies to his mate's lips between two fingers. Jazz purred and nuzzled against the hand gently before his glossa slipped out, accepting the jelly with a flare of delight. These were something that Prowl had introduced him to, and he had become very fond of sharing them with his intended.
In this simple act Prowl also reminded Jazz that for all the focused need to get him with spark that was coming up, Prowl had no intention of making it an onerous processes. This was pleasure, and it was them, and whatever else might come of it, the Praxian intended it to be a good memory.
A soft kiss followed, Prowl's glossa darting out to caress Jazz's lip plates. Lips that parted willingly under the touch, inviting as his glossa teased Prowl's and his field flared playfully against the other mech. Prowl responded in kind, his field laced with arousal as he leaned over his mate and fully claimed his mouth.
Reluctantly the Praxian pulled back a bit and offered Jazz the energon. "You'll need your energy tonight. Bonding takes a great deal out of one, I have been told."
Jazz shifted around into a more upright position, accepting the energon and snuggling against Prowl as he took a drink, visor flashing at the smooth quality as it slid down his intake.
With a sigh he nuzzled against Prowl and offered his intended some as well.
Prowl nuzzled him and accepted the cube, drinking some before put it on the side table. "Have you read the files on how to bond?"
"The ones the medic gave when they did the check." Jazz didn't add in all the cryptic comments that had been made as well, since very little of what had been said on other issues had proven to be true where Prowl was concerned.
With a thoughtful nod Prowl considered him. "To my understanding, we merge far deeper than a pleasure merge, sharing memories and feelings. We must focus on the desire to bond and taking in the full depth of the sharing. If it works, when the overload fades we will share a connection between our sparks."
Jazz nodded, since that lined up with what the files had told him when he had read over them, even if he didn't fully comprehend what they were saying.
"If you don't mind, I would prefer to merge for pleasure first," Prowl leaned forward to kiss him once more, a hand gently stroking down Jazz's chest. "It must be for the bond soon, but not tonight."
"Seeing as how we are back to the place where I have no idea what I'm doing, I don't think I'm in any position to object." Jazz pointed out, humor covering his own nerves but also revealing once again just how much faith and trust he had in his intended.
A small smile crossed Prowl's face before he kissed Jazz again, slow and sensuously, his glossa exploring the well-known territory in an effort to help them both relax.
It worked, the mech in his arms relaxing into the familiar pleasure as he was eased back on the berth. Hands reached up in response to trace over Prowl's frame, the firm, knowing touches gliding over plating and dipping into seams in a way that shared both pleasure and comfort. Soft moans were swallowed as their frames began to heat from familiar touches and the familiar, trusted field.
With a light kiss Prowl pulled away, his hands moving down Jazz's chest, exploring much as he had the first time, with his lips and glossa trailing.
Jazz quivered at the touches, gaze centered on his intended, feeling the touches and the gentle encouragement. There was a soft click, reluctance evident in the fact that the plates remained closed.
"Shu, shu," Prowl cooed, his field trying to reassure his mate. "I'd like your valve first, love."
The smaller mech relaxed at reassurance, valve cover slipping away and eagerness for that familiar and very welcome pleasure flaring in his field and reflected in the eagerness of Jazz's hands over his lover's frame.
A warm smile and caress of Prowl's field rewarded him as the Praxian moved lower, feathering kisses and caresses over Jazz's sensitive abdominal plates and causing Jazz to quiver and moan.
Prowl knew him well, knew which touches made his frame burn with need. "Want you, please."
A soft sound of desire escaped Prowl. He allowed his spike to escape and pressurize even as scooted further down and lifted Jazz's legs to his shoulders and pressed his lips over the platelets surrounding the valve. His glossa slid out to slick around the rim and lap up the lubricant oozing from it.
Jazz whined at the touch, hands dropping from Prowl's frame to dig into the berth as a too-talented glossa darted into his valve to taste the lining and flick against the nodes Prowl found there. A soft hum came from Prowl's vocalizer to vibrate everything in contact with his mate while his engine revved for a deeper counterpoint.
"Prowl..." Jazz pleaded softly, his intended just out of reach and pleasuring him so.
That was enough. Prowl gave one last lick and drew himself up before leaning forward to kiss Jazz as he sank into that hot, slick embrace with a slow, indulgent slide.
Jazz moaned into the kiss, shivering at the initial slide of the spike in his valve, managing to keep his hips still as his valve rippled around Prowl's spike. His mate, his lover...soon his bonded.
Feelings deeper than mere affection filtered through his field, trust and hope and belief as Prowl seated himself fully. With a flare of promise Jazz's hands came up to find Prowl's wings, offering in return. They pressed eagerly into the touch, desire, affection, relief and exhilaration flowed from Prowl as he broke the kiss to press his face against Jazz's neck and drew his hips back.
It felt so good. The slide against lubricant-coated sensor nodes, the touch of knowing hands on his wings, the warmth of an eager lover against him, the sensations and emotions across their fields, the trust that allowed him to bury his face against his intended and be vulnerable as he lost himself in the sensations coming at him from all angles.
An affectionate purr resonated between them as Jazz homed in on the helm and chevron now in his reach, nuzzling gently at first as his fingers traced along the wings, then more firmly when he pulled a ragged sound of pleasure from Prowl. A slight increase in the pace Prowl set with their hips and licking nibbles at his neck cables came as a secondary reward.
"Yes." Jazz moaned softly as his hips rolled into each thrust, adjusting to the pace Prowl set easily and savoring each slide of Prowl's spike in his valve. Pleasure that he had never even imagined was possible, but that Prowl taught him and shared with him because Prowl cared about him, and now for him. Three metacycles ago he couldn't have imagined this was possible, any of yet. Yet here he was, on his bonding night, eagerly anticipating every touch and movement of his intended, every sound the larger mech made.
The pleasure built, electricity dancing through their circuits. Prowl's intakes came in ragged gasps. His back arched slightly, driving him deeper into his lover, his bonded, and picking up the pace. Strong hands caressed his wings as Jazz moaned in pleasure and encouragement, air cycling through his intakes to combat the charged heat building in his frame as each drive of his lover's spike pushed him closer to the edge and over.
With a cry of bliss he arched against Prowl, keening long and loud. It was a sound that increased in volume as hot, charged transfluid exploded into his valve, lighting up every sensor along with the intense rush that came when Prowl roared his overload, every cable taunt and pleasure rippling through them both.
Jazz rode the rush of pleasure with his mate until the overload released him and his frame went limp, falling back on the berth as his vents cycled to cool his frame and they simply enjoyed the hazy glow of post overload contentment with Prowl sprawled on top of him.
"You always feel amazing," Prowl murmured, more than content to remain where he was for the time being.
Jazz made a soft sound, somewhere between pleasure and pride. He had been afraid once, that he wouldn't be enough to please his vastly more experienced mate. But there was no denying the true pleasure in Prowl's field or the content way the other mech was sprawled over him.
Gradually they settled, their systems normalizing enough for Prowl to lift himself and shift to kiss Jazz again, softly and tenderly.
The kiss was met and returned, Jazz simply basking in the warmth and sharing. A gentle, sure hand slipped between them, teasing the invisible seam along Jazz's chest plates.
The hesitation of before was missing in this response, the plates sliding away under the gentle touch as Jazz drew strength and confidence from his mate, his trust in Prowl firm. The reward came first in the flare of pleasure-awe from Prowl as rich forest green-blue light caressed his features for the first time.
"Beautiful," he whispered, unwilling to do more than appreciate the sight before him for a long moment.
Pride and a moment of shyness was his answer. It was certainly not the first time that someone had seen his spark, but it was the first time that Prowl had seen it. And Prowl approved.
For some reason that was important to Jazz.
Prowl leaned down and placed a feather-light kiss on the crystalline chamber before lifting himself up so Jazz could see his spark as chest armor, much thicker and more finely crafted, parted to display the brilliant ice blue light.
Jazz shivered as the strong light washed over him, hand shifting without thought with the desire to touch, fingers running across Prowl's frame to brush lightly over the spark chamber. His mate shivered at the touch, a soft sound of pleasure escaping him. His field encouraged Jazz, welcoming the touch and curiosity.
Jazz continued to touch and feel, amazed at the energy that was already tingling across his palm before shifting his frame a little, offering his spark to Prowl's inspection, wanting to feel a touch there again.
With a smile Prowl reached down, skimming his fingers very lightly around the edge of the iris that would spiral open to expose the spark within. Jazz moaned at the touch, eagerness flaring in his field as he focused on Prowl, searching for direction, wanting to know what to do next.
Prowl commanded his chamber to open, slowly, allowing the first searching tendrils to dance across the black fingers still touching it.
Reactions swirled from Jazz in a tumble. Awe and wonder were dominant, but with them was a desire to feel and experience and possess.
Lingering edges of fear faded as ice blue whispers of energy wrapped around his fingers, caressing and pulling him deeper until Jazz's spark reacted, the chamber starting to spiral open, only to be stopped by the soft clear rubber seal over it, marking him as untouched.
A low, resonant moan of anticipation escaped Prowl as he gently caught the edge of the seal and pulled it off. Each little bit that separated sent a tingle jolting through Jazz's systems.
Jazz whimpered at the small jolts- not pain but small surges that only fueled his desire and promised something good at the end as the protective barrier was stripped away.
A final tug and the chamber opened, exposing his spark to his intended and the open for the first time in Jazz's functioning. Shivers ran through his frame as it was assaulted with new input.
The temperature of the surrounding environment, the caress of air from the vents of the mech on top of him, the almost overpowering nearness of Prowl's own spark, and the calling he felt for it.
"Just pleasure, unless you want more," Prowl managed to keep his voice steady as he shifted, bringing his chest down so the first tendrils of their sparks found each other with a gasp.
The sound of wonder from his lover wasn't very coherent, but the way the green spark reacted to Prowl's spoke volumes, reaching out to Prowl's after the initial touch with a need and a want reflecting the desires of its' owner.
Prowl shivered, his spark responding eagerly to send out dozens of leaders, seeking the eager one below until Prowl submitted and brought them closer, though still not close enough to do more than mingle their coronas.
They were both flooded with intense pleasure and the intimate sense of exactly who that pleasure was from.
Jazz's processor tried to keep up with the information his spark was providing, the intimate sense of Prowl and what that meant on this level. The care and the pleasure that was for him, unsheilded and uncorrupted by outside influence and all Prowl's.
His first taste of the very essence of his mate, the small things that he had been able to observe and learn distilled to their purest form and just barely revealed to him at this level of sharing. In his desire for more, he offered Prowl more of himself than the surface with complete trust, if not understanding. Green spark tendrils almost danced against the strong ice blue ones, playfully teasing and enticing.
They both began to loose touch with their physical selves as all attention focused inward, to their individual sparks and to the foreign spark now mingling with their very essence. Slow, with infinite care and precision, Prowl lowered himself a little more, drawing them closer together.
~Are you sure?~ Prowl spark-voice caressed Jazz, full of care and determination that this be done right, no matter the pressures of the outside world.
~Why not?~ Was the almost instant response. Playful innocence touched Prowl's spark, a whisper of the bright core of his intended, and layered with a calm acceptance of the merge, of touching Prowl's spark and what was there, of feeling and wanting to feel more.
~I do not wish to push you,~ Prowl's response was a caress of pure care mingled with the utter delight that Jazz wanted to bond on this level. He lowered himself a bit more, giving Jazz a taste of just how deep a merge could go as the younger mech was welcomed into the intensely ordered being that was Prowl. With it came the first real understanding of how much the Praxian was influenced and shaped by the specialized hardware he had been upgraded with as a mid-stage mechling. In there too, though, was the truth that Prowl had been a reserved, focused and highly logical being even as a sparkling.
There was a pause this time as Jazz explored all of that, welcoming Prowl's presence and the deeper sharing, and accepted it with just a hint of amusement.
~You aren't.~ Jazz promised him, but with that was the first hint of reservation as Jazz stepped aside, offering Prowl clear insight to the mecha touching him. Passion and stubbornness. A deep love for those he cared about. A drive to explore and learn that bordered on reckless sometimes.
Offered as well there was the spark deep trust that Jazz had for very few individuals.
Prowl's shudder at that trust was a movement of unshakable awe and deep honor. He trusted every mecha under him with his honor as a General and his spark on the battlefield, trusted his fellow political kin to put the good of the House first, but this ... there were precious few that Prowl trusted to know him. He understood fully how special it was to be offered, and he was deeply moved that he had earned that trust in a scant three metacycles.
They drew a little closer, deepening that connection as Prowl offered up his memories, the very way he processed and stored data, the very core of his sense of self and value.
Mutual understanding and acceptance came with the deepening, memory for memory and trust for trust. Pride and honor from Jazz at who the mech with him was, and humbleness that Prowl was willing to be with him.
The last bits of fear from Jazz. Fear that he might still be rejected as he had been in the past by those he had only hoped would love him, and how deeply that still hurt. The promise that even if he failed he would try.
And with every little bit of more that Prowl offered how much Jazz needed and wanted it, and was willing to give all of himself in return.
~All I ask for is your best,~ Prowl's thought swirled around them, pure in a place beyond words or misunderstanding. ~For that I offer you my all.~
A shudder came through the connection as Jazz's control began to slip, steadied only by Prowl's support and guidance for this long and pushed beyond the breaking point now with desire and want and emotion that was beyond his ability to contain.
Desire for Prowl and a wordless desire for the connection between them, strengthened by the knowing that it could be permanent pushed at the Praxian.
A gentle caress went all the way through Jazz as his bonded in law lowered himself the rest of the way to bring their sparks fully in contact, allowing the very cores to touch. Intent to merge fully, to lose themselves in the other and bond filtered freely.
~Yes. Please.~ Was the last bit of coherency Jazz had as his spark melted into his bonded's, making what was in the optics of the law true in the optics of Primus as well as they lost themselves, the lines between them blurring and vanishing as the two sparks wove into one, never to separate completely in this frame or beyond.
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Awareness came slowly, Jazz's processor a little fuzzy as he came out of a recharge he didn't remember falling into. His energy level was low, a priority warning informed him, but not so low that Jazz couldn't dismiss it as he tried to focus on other things through a sense of warm absolute contentment. His internal chronometer informed him that it was late in the morning. His frame informed him even before his optics came online that he was on a berth. The rest of him was informing him that Prowl was still there holding him. Which just wasn't adding up, since Prowl never recharged in this late.
"You're still here." He pointed out, definitely not complaining as he turned to face his lover and bonded.
~Of course,~ came the relaxed, content and very much not verbal reply.
The confusion held out a moment longer before the events of the night before crashing back, how startled Jazz was at the delivery of the answer evident in the sudden tension of his frame.
Tension that eased as a bright gaze settled on Prowl but attention turned inward, to the new but familiar presence in his own spark. Slow, cautious feeling crept along the connection, curious.
Prowl returned it with warmth, welcome, affection and desire, while still giving Jazz time to explore and become accustomed to their new reality.
The rest of the tension drained away as Jazz snuggled against his bonded, truly bonded, and explored the connection. Joy and peace traveled across it, along with a sense of excitement and almost laughter.
~That was fun.~
~We can do so often, for fun,~ Prowl's sense of humor flickered back, along with his desire to do so, as he shifted to kiss his bonded. ~Hungry?~
Jazz purred at the idea of merging again as their lips met.
~Yes.~ He finally admitted as the energy warning popped up again, more insistent than before.
Prowl smile and pulled away from the kiss. "Then let us fix that, then we can indulge in each other some more."
"I like the sound of that." Jazz answered with a playful flare of eagerness along the new bond as he stole a quick kiss before slipping out of Prowl's arms and rolling from the berth.
~Back here,~ Prowl growled playful and reached to grab his mate around the waist. "On the side table."
Jazz laughed, stretching out to snag a solid from the table as he was dragged back on the berth and against his mate by his waist. Twisting in the hold he held up the confection, offering it to his mate. It was accepted with a delicate kiss of lips and a smooth glossa.
With a purr and flare of energy Prowl nuzzled him, his hand creeping up to Jazz's abdominals, stroking them with a desire that had little to do with interfacing. A shiver ran through Jazz at with the brush of energy and the hand over his armor plates, stopping him mid stretch as he reached for another confection.
"Go ahead," Prowl purred, deep and resonant and full of desire as he kissed along Jazz's neck. "I never thought I'd want to kindle for anything other than the good of the House," he murmured. "But you ... I believe I want to create with."
Jazz shivered at the attention to his neck, silently contemplating Prowl's words as he pulled several more confections from the tray that had been left for them. With a nuzzle he offered another one to Prowl as he spoke softly. "I am glad to hear that."
Prowl hummed, accepting a connection from his mate's fingers. ~As I am, to feel it. We will make strong, smart, attractive mecha, my love. You complete me well.~
Jazz sighed softly, the praise meaning a great deal to him. ~We can be have a family.~ He said quietly, the layers of meaning in the bond giving the word so much more meaning as he soothed the warning pings of his systems with a couple confections.
~Yes, a family,~ Prowl agreed, offering a slightly more realistic but no less hopeful version. Yes, he would have several bonded by the time they were old, but Jazz would always be first, and the harmony was what Prowl had seen in his own life, and Jazz had seen in his brother's. ~More than anything, I wish my chambers to be a place of peace.~
Thankfulness flowed along the new bond, and a willing surrender, offering Prowl the last confection he had picked up. ~You wish to begin attempting to kindle.~ Jazz deduced.
~Yes,~ Prowl murmured, a thin tendril of surprise still there at his own desire for this. ~I wish you to be ready more.~
Doubt rippled across the bond, Jazz not sure that he would ever personally be ready to be a creator, even though the House demanded it of him.
~Then for pleasure only this orn,~ Prowl continued to kiss along his neck, one hand stroking Jazz's abdominals while the other moved up to stroke along his chest seam.
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Eleven orns later, Prowl was snuggled against his mate, his bonded in every way, only to feel uneasy. After a moment of prodding at the sensation he realized it wasn't his.
"Jazz?" he murmured softly. "Talk to me."
"Never going to be ready." Jazz admitted, cringing a little in Prowl's arms with a small ripple of shame over the bond. By now Prowl was able to recognize the disjointed speak that meant Jazz was uncomfortable or upset.
A gentle embrace over their bond, warmth and acceptance that was Prowl's stock and trade with Jazz, tried to sooth the negative feelings. ~What is your fear?~
~I won't be a good creator.~ Jazz answered instantly, slipping into the bond speak that was becoming more natural with each passing orn. There was a long pause before the rest of it came out. ~That I will fail you. That somehow our creation won't be good enough.~
~It will be. You won't,~ Prowl said firmly, all his belief, his faith in his tactical computer and its numbers, behind the statement. ~No one knows how to be a creator when they have their first one,~ he stroked Jazz gently. ~We won't be alone in raising it. You are not alone in the House. There are mecha who genuinely like you and have raised fine sparklings to help.~
Jazz's reluctance was still clear as he nuzzled against Prowl, doubts and fears only partially soothed as he dug into the heart of the problem. ~Either way, we are running out of time.~
~Yes,~ Prowl admitted. ~We still have some time, if it will help.~
Jazz shook his helm, knowing the truth. He wouldn't be any more ready a decaorn from now, or even two. A full vorn probably wasn't long enough to convince him that he would be a good creator.
But Prowl needed him now.
~You will be a fine creator,~ Prowl assured him as he shifted to reach for a cube on the side table and lifted it to Jazz's lips. ~Drink, my love.~
A familiar command after a decaorn of sharing the berth, and Jazz obeyed without question, the energon sliding as smoothly down his intake now as it had the first night for their bonding. He quickly felt stronger as the energon fueled his systems and turned to his bonded once he was finished to kiss him. He knew in his spark that the effort to kindle began now.
Just a flicker of that throught the bond was enough to fire Prowl's arousal as he kissed back, his hands running down Jazz's frame in a very deliberate effort to draw the foreplay out as long as he could stand.
Glossa teased and explored as hands moved in a familiar dance over frames, seeking to bring and to share pleasure that would eventually result in overload, but an overload where that pleasure was no longer the sole purpose.
It was Prowl who lost his will first, unlocking and parting his chest plates with a needful whine into a kiss as fierce as any he'd given before. The bond was absolutely alive with his desire, to merge, to create a new life, to finish the path he had long been chosen for and finalize his claim on his creator's title, to have it be with Jazz.
The feel of his bonded's spark and desire so close to his had Jazz's exposing his spark without much conscious thought. The answering desire was more for his bonded than for any need of Jazz's to create, but it was willing and wanting all the same.
He had Prowl's promise of love and support, given on a level where there was no misunderstanding the meaning, and he had given Prowl his trust completely.
~Yours.~ Jazz offered as their sparks reached to touch with driving intent.
Gratitude and affection flowed through the bond, highlighted and intensified the moment their coronas touched. The merge came fast and deep, completely at odds with the slow, gentle touching that had led up to it.
Jazz keened at the familiar but different sense of merging as their sparks wove together with the intent to create not just a single entity, but a separate, new one. The intensity of Prowl's desire washed through him, over him, encompassed him completely until the overload crashed into them both, wild and strong as a tsunami, demanding their all and leaving both deep in an exhausted recharge.
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Their metacycle in seclusion in the bonding suite was over, and Jazz had to admit he had never been happier in his existence to be out of a room. It had been fun, and pleasurable, and all things good, but it was a long time to do nothing but interface, recharge and talk.
All that was before you added in Prowl getting twitchy about so long away from his duties and training.
Just the change, and the change of scenery, was good as he followed Prowl through the compound to the House' small peace-time medical suite. Both for the peace of mind of the Lord of the House and the for the official records the House medic would do scans to confirm their bond and the good health of both mecha.
And in Prowl and Jazz's case she would also be performing a scan to confirm the good news they hoped to announce at the next formal family breakfast.
Ready to be a creator or not, Jazz was in full agreement that he hoped he was carrying. Beyond the issues if he wasn't, it meant their love life could get back to something sane. He liked interfacing as much as the next mecha, but three to five times an orn, every orn, with little variation was more than slightly numbing, even if it did explain Prowl's earlier certainty that they would kindle. Even if the odds were low for a given interface, the sheer number of times they tried was bound to have results.
Prowl opened the door to the medical suite and nodded politely to the House healer. "Keepsafe, I believe you have met Jazz."
"Yes, Lord Prowl," she smiled warmly at the pair, and especially at Jazz. "I preformed his examination shortly after he arrived. Please, come and relax on the berth, Lord Jazz," she motioned them into a smaller side room where they could have privacy.
Jazz nodded agreeably, having found Keepsafe to be both professional and personable during their initial meeting, and far better than what he was accustomed to have to deal with. He settled on the soft berth, at ease with Prowl nearby, and prepared for the inevitable poking and prodding that always came before the annoying tickle of the in depth scans he would have to endure.
Scans that would continue either way once they had results from this set, since if he was not carrying it meant continuing efforts to kindle and scans to check, and if he was already carrying all parties were going to want the health and progress of the developing sparkling closely tracked.
Jazz suddenly realized he was probably going to be very sick of seeing the inside of the medical suite before it was all over.
~It is for a good cause,~ Prowl smiled at him and rested a hand on his shoulder before squeezing lightly. His side of the bond was buzzing with hope, excitement and no small amount of anxiety as the examination progressed. It was far too early to see the new spark, even if they'd kindled on that very first try. Only medical scans could detect it, if it was there.
Eventually Keepsafe smiled at the pair. "Jazz's side of the bond is strong and stable, and he is definitely carrying a strong new spark roughly three decaorn old."
A sharp sigh of relief escaped the young mech, tension that had been building in his frame releasing as he fell back on the berth. The next instant he was looking to his bonded, feeling over the bond for Prowl's reaction to the news. Relief, joy, anticipation ... but largely relief rushed towards him as Prowl's features broke into a warm, pleased smile.
He leaned down and kissed Jazz gently. ~We did it.~
~So we did.~ Jazz agreed, just as relieved as his bonded that they had managed to overcome at least two hurdles in the series laid out before them.
"You may get up, Jazz. I must check Prowl's side of the bond," Keepsafe said politely.
Jazz snuck another kiss from his mate before sliding gracefully from the berth, clearing the space for Prowl, who took it with equal grace, if a bit more reluctance. The mental grimace Jazz felt from him spoke volumes of his typical experience in this room.
"Any error messages?" Keepsafe began as she tapped a medical dataport for entry, something Prowl granted without question but with reservations.
"Nothing unexpected," he informed her stiffly.
The replay had Jazz's instant attention, concern slipping across the bond before he could catch it. Not wanting to be in medical was a sentiment he could understand and respect, but the idea that Prowl expected error messages was enough to make him worry.
~Minor strains only,~ Prowl reassured him. ~I took more care with you than myself. We have been extremely active.~
Keepsafe huffed but didn't chastise him, at least not verbally.
"Now that the new spark is confirmed, I will take it easy for three orns for self-repair to do the work," Prowl said in a mixture of promise and insistence.
She let another huff out but nodded acceptance and looked at Jazz. "See to it that he does. Your bonded is as bad as any sparked warrior in insisting that self-repair handle all minor damage."
Jazz nodded quickly in agreement, unwilling to tell her that he was just as bad. It was one of the few things that the medic in his creator's House had gotten after him for every check-up. ~No reason for you to not take it easy for a little while now.~ Jazz pushed gently, letting a little of his own displeasure at Prowl having pushed himself that hard show through.
~I look forward to it,~ Prowl admitted, just a flicker of shame in the thought. ~Until the sparkling separates, you must be a pampered city noble,~ he teased, for all he was serious about it. ~All strains go to the medic.~
Jazz wasn't particularly pleased at the thought, but agreement slipped back over the bond. He wasn't about to do anything to endanger the sparkling that their very future rested on.
And he certainly wasn't going to object to being the center of Prowl's attention for a little while, very aware of how rare it was going to happen.
"Very well, you may both go," Keepsafe told them, unplugging from Prowl so he could get up. "Jazz, I will see you every six orns to check on the new spark and any progress on the protoform."
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