Prompts! Five fics written :)
Five drabbles.
Title: G1 Drabbles
Pairing/Characters: Jazz/Prowl; Others
Rating: M (just in case, because the third one has mature stuff)
Verse: G1
Words: 2, 600 (all of them)
Warnings: Violence, Mature (mentions of sticky)
Summary: A little while back I was growing restless, with the desire to write something - anything - but I just couldn't get my mind into gear and do it, so I asked for prompts and was kindly responded to. Thank you all! I had a blast writing these! :D I hope you like them.
ps: Sorry for the late reply!
Disclaimer: Do not own anything.
1. Prompt, PG13: Growing - by silberstreif
Prowl pressed him hard against the wall, his hold choking. Another hit, he couldn't stop. He wanted to tear the mech apart. He wanted to destroy him, to feel his energon all over him, to see him crumble and fall to pieces.
He wanted to taste his death.
With a snarl he threw the mech on the ground and started clawing, ripping, destroying and killing him. He wanted the mech to feel what he was feeling. This wasn't simple revenge - this was justice. He couldn't even make the difference any more between the two. It didn't matter really. All he wanted to do was kill this murderer under him.
Prowl haltered, his energon covered body ceasing. No. Not like this. He refused to fall down to his level. He refused to destroy what little of him was still pure. He refused to become him.
"Go… on." Jazz wheezed, "Finish it."
Prowl glared hard and used all of his strength not to do just that. He stood up.
"I am not like you." The Praxian snarled.
"Good…that's good." He watched as the puddle of energon continued to grow under Jazz.
Prowl used a clawed hand to cover his face, not wanting to stare at the piece of trash before him, "Damn it."
"Ah know…"
"Damn it!" Prowl said louder. His hand fell lifelessly next to his body. "I hate you so much."
"Ah know…" The visor dimmed completely. Primus, did Prowl truly hated that mech. Hated his smile, his laugh, his entire being. Hated what that mech made him feel. But most of all he hated that he was in love with him. And how that love keeps on growing every single passing orn. Because if this had happened a mere vorn ago, that mech would be in shreds right about now.
In resignation, Prowl called for a medic. How in the world had he grown to love this mech?
2. Prompt, PG: Cuddles - crnkysnapdragon
Jazz smirked in a drunken haze. Oh yes. His plan was working wonderfully judging by the disapproving angle of Prowl's sensor wings.
"Jazz, may I ask what you are doing?" The Praxian inquired.
"Yes. You may ask." Jazz said politely and cuddled closer the passed out body of Sideswipe who overestimated himself and drank too much, on the couch.
"Which is…?" The spy could feel the annoyed edge in Prowl's voice. He gave a drunken giggle.
"Cuddlin'." He replied sweetly.
"Cuddling?" Prowl said flatly, crossing his arms.
"Yup. Cuz ya didn't wanna cuddle with me. So, I got Siders here for dat part." As he said that, Jazz cuddled Sideswipe closer, unfortunately misbalancing the passed out bot, resulting in half of Sideswipe falling on the ground, the rest being held close by Jazz, the only thing keeping Sideswipe from fully laying on the ground.
Prowl watched this unimpressed, "So, by that logic, if I refused to interface, you would go to another mech for that as well?"
"Nope." Jazz grinned even if he didn't know why, "Only wanna 'face with ya." Suddenly, he dropped Sideswipe and the red bot fell unceremoniously on the ground. In an instant, Jazz was in Prowl's personal space, "Wanna frag now?"
Prowl couldn't help it. He gave a soft laugh. "No, I want to recharge with my mate."
"But why?" Jazz whined as he leaned on Prowl, feeling very dizzy.
"Because I'm pretty certain you have no idea what planet we are on. Let's go rest. You will suffer a huge processor ache in the morning. The sooner you lay down, the better." Prowl started to lead/support Jazz towards their quarters.
"No." Jazz stopped (or stumbled), "I wanna interface with ya. Or cuddle. Or cuddle while we interface."
Prowl gently urged Jazz to move forward, "Move Jazz. And yes, we can cuddle until we fall into recharge."
"Aww, Ah ya liked it!" He threw his fist high up in the air in apparent victory and promptly passed out, Prowl's fast reflexes stopping Jazz from kissing the ground. Prowl sighed while fondly holding the unconscious mech.
3. Prompt, M: Drunken silliness + dirty talk and rough (BUT NOT VIOLENT) interfacing. - pxjloverkyoto
Jazz full out laughed as Prowl tried to enter the code to their shared quarters. He would have done it himself, but he was busy hanging over the Praxian's shoulder, like some sort of a prize. The spy didn't mind one bit - he had the most perfect view of his currently drunken mate's aft.
He did yelp in surprise when Prowl opened (finally!) the door and tripped over his own two pedes, as the two of them promptly fell to the ground in a mess of limbs. Prowl was looking around in a drunken haze.
"…Where did my spy go?"
Jazz untangled himself and grinned at his mate, "Right here love!"
"JAZZ!"
"Gah!"
It was always fun when drunken datsuns pounce you. Prowl grinned blearily at Jazz and used his hands to trace his face. "Pretty…" He muttered in trance, determined to touch every bit of Jazz's face.
"Primus, yer so cute when yer drunk." Jazz giggled and felt Prowl reach for the release of his visor. The Praxian, even this intoxicated, knew his mate's body well, and soon the visor retracted much to the joy of said Praxian, who beamed as if he had found a treasure.
"Shiny…" Prowl leaned down and gave Jazz a sloppy kiss.
The spy felt hands on his throat gently tweaking the wires as they made their way down. He returned the affection by brushing his magnets over the door wings presented to him. They were even more sensitive when Prowl was inebriated like this and his motion was rewarded by a deep moan from the tactician. The moan morphed into a wanton growl and Jazz squeaked when one of Prowl's hands was playing with his head light and the other was already rubbing insistently at his port.
"Prowler…" Jazz moaned, "Let's take this to the berth, hmm? In the morning ya won't be pleased, especially yer door wings, if we recharged on the ground." He reached up to kiss Prowl again but missed when the tactician was already up heaving the spy along.
The world spinned for Jazz as he was literally thrown at their berth, emitting a small 'ooff'ing sound when his head hit the wall.
"Let me make it all better…" Suddenly there was a Praxian on the berth as well, kissing Jazz where his head collided with the wall.
"Hmm, if this is the treatment I get every time I get an ouchy I should get them more often then…" Jazz purred when his mouth was claimed. He tried to tip Prowl over so he could be on top only to have his mate growl and press him more firmly on the berth.
"Well, someone's in a mood." Prowl only got this worked up when Jazz returned from dangerous missions uninjured or when they win difficult battles. It was nice that the reason for this tonight was mere playfulness, so Jazz let himself be thoroughly ravished by Prowl.
Jazz smirked when Prowl pressed more firmly on his port, his frame hot with desire. The spy was quick to oblige as he retracted his cover and moaned when immediately two fingers were dipped inside.
"Oh yes…" Jazz hissed. He was going to enjoy this night.
~Next morning~
Prowl groaned as he onlined. He recalibrated his vision a couple of times and moaned when his head troubled painfully. How much did he drink last night?
"Mmm, someone's up early…" He heard Jazz muttered and realized the noise came from under him. He looked down to see Jazz's sleepy grin. It was then that he felt that he was still buried deep inside the saboteur. There were transfluids everywhere, even on the walls. What in the world did they do last night? Point and shoot?
"How's yer head?" Jazz asked sleepily.
"Jazz," Prowl eyed his mate, "Why is there a huge dent on your helm?"
Jazz had the nerve to lick his lips seductively. "Let's just say that I like it when ya play rough."
"…I did that?"
"Among other things." Jazz placed his hands behind Prowl's head to bring him close for another kiss, "And I suggest we do a repeat tonight, so that this time you can remember."
Prowl broke the kiss only to place a new one on the healing dent. Oh, he was most certainly inclined to do that. Only this time, he'll try not to wreck the room and his mate while at it.
Jazz simply smirked playfully at him and pulled him in for another passionate kiss. What a night indeed.
4. Prompt, K+: Fun (or fun times). - mmouse15
"Bluestreak, why did you call me?" Prowl inquired as he made it outside the Arc. The last couple of days didn't stop snowing so everything was covered in whie. The blizzard was strong, forcing both Autobots and Decepticons to stay at their respectful bases. It was epically hard for a certain saboteur who didn't appreciate being cooped up like this for a long period of time. Even Prowl himself had a hard keep his mate's boredom in check.
"Umm, well you know Jazz and the Aerial bots where cleaning the snow around the Arc. But at one point they got bored and started a snow fight instead, but accidentally hit Sunny which led to a bigger snowball fight as he and Sides also joined. But soon they got bored as well and decided to do something else…"
Prowl held up a hand patiently, "Bluestreak, your point?"
The gunner shifted on his pedes uncertainly; searching for the right words to explain but finding none he simply used his hand and pointed high above the Arc. Prowl turned around and followed his gaze to the roof of the Arc, where apparently the twins were motioning something with their hands (and trying not to slip at the same time) but what caught his attention was even higher.
Fireflight was holding onto Jazz, his brothers flying around him playfully, as he listened to their directions and the ones from the twins. There was a huge stack of snow where the bots have obviously piled up by the looks of things; he was angling to drop Jazz on it. If there was no snow, it would have been a dangerous drop.
"Jazz!" Prowl said sternly and stalked over to where his mate would be dropped, "I know you were bored these last few days but I didn't expect that to cause your insanity to reach new levels!"
"Use fewer words copper!" Sideswipe threw a snowball at Prowl.
"Sideswipe…" Prowl turned to glare at the twin. "Get down from there before either one of you gets hurt!"
"Chillax, cop-bot. Enjoy the show." Sunstreaker smirked. Prowl turned to look at the spy.
"Jazz…" Prowl warned, "You wouldn't."
"Love ya Prowler!"
"Jazz!"
"Now Fireflight!" Jazz laughed as he tumbled to the ground but yelped when he didn't reach it. Just before he fell into the puff of snow, Skydive swooped in and caught him.
"Aww, you ruined my jump, man." Jazz pouted as he was gently plopped in front of Prowl.
"Sorry Jazz! But he's scary!"
"Prowler, you ruined my stunt." Jazz crossed his arms, still sitting on the ground. Just as Prowl was about to answer Sideswipe slipped and collided with Sunstreaker, both of them sliding on the roof of the Arc, landing directly in the pile of snow that was prepared for Jazz.
"See! They're allowed to have fun!" Jazz pointed at the twins.
"Medic!" Sideswipe yelled from under all the snow.
Prowl just shook his helm. "That much fun is detrimental." He patted Jazz's helm affectionately and said, "Try and stay in one piece. I like having a bond mate." He headed inside the Arc, "Come along Bluestreak."
Jazz huffed and threw a snowball at Prowl, who expertly dodged it.
5. Prompt, PG13: Midnight musings - whitefirebird
Prowl sighed heavily as he glanced at the stars that filled the Cybertron sky. They truly were remarkable. And so was the mech resting in his berth room.
What was he going to do? He was a noble, Jazz a servant. It cannot be. Prowl never believed he would find true love. He always pictured himself in an arranged bonding. Not that he wasn't - that was actually the problem. He should expect his future mate to come in a couple of deca-cycles yet he had optics only for Jazz. His fun-loving servant that seemed to know more about him than his own creators.
He never expected things to grow so much between them. It was supposed to be a fling, something to pass his time and run from the cruel reality that he would never bond for love. As his servant Jazz had no right to refuse and thinking about back then, Prowl had never really gave much thought about it, but he was glad he got to know and love his precious silver mech.
Prowl relaxed in the cool air of the Cybertronian night. Everything used to be great - once he got over his bitterness about life with the help of Jazz, Prowl started treating him differently, he opened up - something he had never done before. He vowed to make this mech happy, to make up for his cruel treatment of him. In the end, Jazz was his world, status or no status. His spark screamed to be near him all of the time.
But Fate had other plans. Neither of them expected for Jazz to spark. They had a huge fight about this, the reason why Jazz was sleeping exhausted on his bed. What were they going to do? Prowl feared the worst. This was adultery - if his sire and Lord found out that Jazz carried his creation he would have both Jazz and the sparkling terminated. It was a sin to stain the royal blood like this.
Yet Prowl couldn't help but crave for that sparkling. What would it look like? Would it take after him or Jazz? Will they have a mech or a femme? Such small questions made his spark flutter in excitement.
Suddenly, he felt someone pull him close, "Breathe. We'll get through this."
"Jazz…" Prowl whispered and turned to look at his lover, "I'm sorry I yelled at you."
"Well then, I'm sorry I screamed at you." Jazz grinned, "And threw stuff."
"How can you be so strong?" Prowl shook his head, "I should have seen this coming. It's my fault."
"No, it's no one's fault." Jazz looked away wary, "Stuff like this happens. Primus wanted us to have this sparkling. It could have easily been either one of us. We're just lucky that it was me."
Because if Prowl had sparked, on the first regular check-up scan by their medic they would have discovered it and that would cause more problems they could count.
"We'll get through this." Jazz said more firmly. "We will."
Prowl said nothing but simply held Jazz closer and tried to convince himself the same.
It truly was a sad, beautiful night.
~fins
Title: G1 Drabbles
Pairing/Characters: Jazz/Prowl; Others
Rating: M (just in case, because the third one has mature stuff)
Verse: G1
Words: 2, 600 (all of them)
Warnings: Violence, Mature (mentions of sticky)
Summary: A little while back I was growing restless, with the desire to write something - anything - but I just couldn't get my mind into gear and do it, so I asked for prompts and was kindly responded to. Thank you all! I had a blast writing these! :D I hope you like them.
ps: Sorry for the late reply!
Disclaimer: Do not own anything.
1. Prompt, PG13: Growing - by silberstreif
Prowl pressed him hard against the wall, his hold choking. Another hit, he couldn't stop. He wanted to tear the mech apart. He wanted to destroy him, to feel his energon all over him, to see him crumble and fall to pieces.
He wanted to taste his death.
With a snarl he threw the mech on the ground and started clawing, ripping, destroying and killing him. He wanted the mech to feel what he was feeling. This wasn't simple revenge - this was justice. He couldn't even make the difference any more between the two. It didn't matter really. All he wanted to do was kill this murderer under him.
Prowl haltered, his energon covered body ceasing. No. Not like this. He refused to fall down to his level. He refused to destroy what little of him was still pure. He refused to become him.
"Go… on." Jazz wheezed, "Finish it."
Prowl glared hard and used all of his strength not to do just that. He stood up.
"I am not like you." The Praxian snarled.
"Good…that's good." He watched as the puddle of energon continued to grow under Jazz.
Prowl used a clawed hand to cover his face, not wanting to stare at the piece of trash before him, "Damn it."
"Ah know…"
"Damn it!" Prowl said louder. His hand fell lifelessly next to his body. "I hate you so much."
"Ah know…" The visor dimmed completely. Primus, did Prowl truly hated that mech. Hated his smile, his laugh, his entire being. Hated what that mech made him feel. But most of all he hated that he was in love with him. And how that love keeps on growing every single passing orn. Because if this had happened a mere vorn ago, that mech would be in shreds right about now.
In resignation, Prowl called for a medic. How in the world had he grown to love this mech?
2. Prompt, PG: Cuddles - crnkysnapdragon
Jazz smirked in a drunken haze. Oh yes. His plan was working wonderfully judging by the disapproving angle of Prowl's sensor wings.
"Jazz, may I ask what you are doing?" The Praxian inquired.
"Yes. You may ask." Jazz said politely and cuddled closer the passed out body of Sideswipe who overestimated himself and drank too much, on the couch.
"Which is…?" The spy could feel the annoyed edge in Prowl's voice. He gave a drunken giggle.
"Cuddlin'." He replied sweetly.
"Cuddling?" Prowl said flatly, crossing his arms.
"Yup. Cuz ya didn't wanna cuddle with me. So, I got Siders here for dat part." As he said that, Jazz cuddled Sideswipe closer, unfortunately misbalancing the passed out bot, resulting in half of Sideswipe falling on the ground, the rest being held close by Jazz, the only thing keeping Sideswipe from fully laying on the ground.
Prowl watched this unimpressed, "So, by that logic, if I refused to interface, you would go to another mech for that as well?"
"Nope." Jazz grinned even if he didn't know why, "Only wanna 'face with ya." Suddenly, he dropped Sideswipe and the red bot fell unceremoniously on the ground. In an instant, Jazz was in Prowl's personal space, "Wanna frag now?"
Prowl couldn't help it. He gave a soft laugh. "No, I want to recharge with my mate."
"But why?" Jazz whined as he leaned on Prowl, feeling very dizzy.
"Because I'm pretty certain you have no idea what planet we are on. Let's go rest. You will suffer a huge processor ache in the morning. The sooner you lay down, the better." Prowl started to lead/support Jazz towards their quarters.
"No." Jazz stopped (or stumbled), "I wanna interface with ya. Or cuddle. Or cuddle while we interface."
Prowl gently urged Jazz to move forward, "Move Jazz. And yes, we can cuddle until we fall into recharge."
"Aww, Ah ya liked it!" He threw his fist high up in the air in apparent victory and promptly passed out, Prowl's fast reflexes stopping Jazz from kissing the ground. Prowl sighed while fondly holding the unconscious mech.
3. Prompt, M: Drunken silliness + dirty talk and rough (BUT NOT VIOLENT) interfacing. - pxjloverkyoto
Jazz full out laughed as Prowl tried to enter the code to their shared quarters. He would have done it himself, but he was busy hanging over the Praxian's shoulder, like some sort of a prize. The spy didn't mind one bit - he had the most perfect view of his currently drunken mate's aft.
He did yelp in surprise when Prowl opened (finally!) the door and tripped over his own two pedes, as the two of them promptly fell to the ground in a mess of limbs. Prowl was looking around in a drunken haze.
"…Where did my spy go?"
Jazz untangled himself and grinned at his mate, "Right here love!"
"JAZZ!"
"Gah!"
It was always fun when drunken datsuns pounce you. Prowl grinned blearily at Jazz and used his hands to trace his face. "Pretty…" He muttered in trance, determined to touch every bit of Jazz's face.
"Primus, yer so cute when yer drunk." Jazz giggled and felt Prowl reach for the release of his visor. The Praxian, even this intoxicated, knew his mate's body well, and soon the visor retracted much to the joy of said Praxian, who beamed as if he had found a treasure.
"Shiny…" Prowl leaned down and gave Jazz a sloppy kiss.
The spy felt hands on his throat gently tweaking the wires as they made their way down. He returned the affection by brushing his magnets over the door wings presented to him. They were even more sensitive when Prowl was inebriated like this and his motion was rewarded by a deep moan from the tactician. The moan morphed into a wanton growl and Jazz squeaked when one of Prowl's hands was playing with his head light and the other was already rubbing insistently at his port.
"Prowler…" Jazz moaned, "Let's take this to the berth, hmm? In the morning ya won't be pleased, especially yer door wings, if we recharged on the ground." He reached up to kiss Prowl again but missed when the tactician was already up heaving the spy along.
The world spinned for Jazz as he was literally thrown at their berth, emitting a small 'ooff'ing sound when his head hit the wall.
"Let me make it all better…" Suddenly there was a Praxian on the berth as well, kissing Jazz where his head collided with the wall.
"Hmm, if this is the treatment I get every time I get an ouchy I should get them more often then…" Jazz purred when his mouth was claimed. He tried to tip Prowl over so he could be on top only to have his mate growl and press him more firmly on the berth.
"Well, someone's in a mood." Prowl only got this worked up when Jazz returned from dangerous missions uninjured or when they win difficult battles. It was nice that the reason for this tonight was mere playfulness, so Jazz let himself be thoroughly ravished by Prowl.
Jazz smirked when Prowl pressed more firmly on his port, his frame hot with desire. The spy was quick to oblige as he retracted his cover and moaned when immediately two fingers were dipped inside.
"Oh yes…" Jazz hissed. He was going to enjoy this night.
~Next morning~
Prowl groaned as he onlined. He recalibrated his vision a couple of times and moaned when his head troubled painfully. How much did he drink last night?
"Mmm, someone's up early…" He heard Jazz muttered and realized the noise came from under him. He looked down to see Jazz's sleepy grin. It was then that he felt that he was still buried deep inside the saboteur. There were transfluids everywhere, even on the walls. What in the world did they do last night? Point and shoot?
"How's yer head?" Jazz asked sleepily.
"Jazz," Prowl eyed his mate, "Why is there a huge dent on your helm?"
Jazz had the nerve to lick his lips seductively. "Let's just say that I like it when ya play rough."
"…I did that?"
"Among other things." Jazz placed his hands behind Prowl's head to bring him close for another kiss, "And I suggest we do a repeat tonight, so that this time you can remember."
Prowl broke the kiss only to place a new one on the healing dent. Oh, he was most certainly inclined to do that. Only this time, he'll try not to wreck the room and his mate while at it.
Jazz simply smirked playfully at him and pulled him in for another passionate kiss. What a night indeed.
4. Prompt, K+: Fun (or fun times). - mmouse15
"Bluestreak, why did you call me?" Prowl inquired as he made it outside the Arc. The last couple of days didn't stop snowing so everything was covered in whie. The blizzard was strong, forcing both Autobots and Decepticons to stay at their respectful bases. It was epically hard for a certain saboteur who didn't appreciate being cooped up like this for a long period of time. Even Prowl himself had a hard keep his mate's boredom in check.
"Umm, well you know Jazz and the Aerial bots where cleaning the snow around the Arc. But at one point they got bored and started a snow fight instead, but accidentally hit Sunny which led to a bigger snowball fight as he and Sides also joined. But soon they got bored as well and decided to do something else…"
Prowl held up a hand patiently, "Bluestreak, your point?"
The gunner shifted on his pedes uncertainly; searching for the right words to explain but finding none he simply used his hand and pointed high above the Arc. Prowl turned around and followed his gaze to the roof of the Arc, where apparently the twins were motioning something with their hands (and trying not to slip at the same time) but what caught his attention was even higher.
Fireflight was holding onto Jazz, his brothers flying around him playfully, as he listened to their directions and the ones from the twins. There was a huge stack of snow where the bots have obviously piled up by the looks of things; he was angling to drop Jazz on it. If there was no snow, it would have been a dangerous drop.
"Jazz!" Prowl said sternly and stalked over to where his mate would be dropped, "I know you were bored these last few days but I didn't expect that to cause your insanity to reach new levels!"
"Use fewer words copper!" Sideswipe threw a snowball at Prowl.
"Sideswipe…" Prowl turned to glare at the twin. "Get down from there before either one of you gets hurt!"
"Chillax, cop-bot. Enjoy the show." Sunstreaker smirked. Prowl turned to look at the spy.
"Jazz…" Prowl warned, "You wouldn't."
"Love ya Prowler!"
"Jazz!"
"Now Fireflight!" Jazz laughed as he tumbled to the ground but yelped when he didn't reach it. Just before he fell into the puff of snow, Skydive swooped in and caught him.
"Aww, you ruined my jump, man." Jazz pouted as he was gently plopped in front of Prowl.
"Sorry Jazz! But he's scary!"
"Prowler, you ruined my stunt." Jazz crossed his arms, still sitting on the ground. Just as Prowl was about to answer Sideswipe slipped and collided with Sunstreaker, both of them sliding on the roof of the Arc, landing directly in the pile of snow that was prepared for Jazz.
"See! They're allowed to have fun!" Jazz pointed at the twins.
"Medic!" Sideswipe yelled from under all the snow.
Prowl just shook his helm. "That much fun is detrimental." He patted Jazz's helm affectionately and said, "Try and stay in one piece. I like having a bond mate." He headed inside the Arc, "Come along Bluestreak."
Jazz huffed and threw a snowball at Prowl, who expertly dodged it.
5. Prompt, PG13: Midnight musings - whitefirebird
Prowl sighed heavily as he glanced at the stars that filled the Cybertron sky. They truly were remarkable. And so was the mech resting in his berth room.
What was he going to do? He was a noble, Jazz a servant. It cannot be. Prowl never believed he would find true love. He always pictured himself in an arranged bonding. Not that he wasn't - that was actually the problem. He should expect his future mate to come in a couple of deca-cycles yet he had optics only for Jazz. His fun-loving servant that seemed to know more about him than his own creators.
He never expected things to grow so much between them. It was supposed to be a fling, something to pass his time and run from the cruel reality that he would never bond for love. As his servant Jazz had no right to refuse and thinking about back then, Prowl had never really gave much thought about it, but he was glad he got to know and love his precious silver mech.
Prowl relaxed in the cool air of the Cybertronian night. Everything used to be great - once he got over his bitterness about life with the help of Jazz, Prowl started treating him differently, he opened up - something he had never done before. He vowed to make this mech happy, to make up for his cruel treatment of him. In the end, Jazz was his world, status or no status. His spark screamed to be near him all of the time.
But Fate had other plans. Neither of them expected for Jazz to spark. They had a huge fight about this, the reason why Jazz was sleeping exhausted on his bed. What were they going to do? Prowl feared the worst. This was adultery - if his sire and Lord found out that Jazz carried his creation he would have both Jazz and the sparkling terminated. It was a sin to stain the royal blood like this.
Yet Prowl couldn't help but crave for that sparkling. What would it look like? Would it take after him or Jazz? Will they have a mech or a femme? Such small questions made his spark flutter in excitement.
Suddenly, he felt someone pull him close, "Breathe. We'll get through this."
"Jazz…" Prowl whispered and turned to look at his lover, "I'm sorry I yelled at you."
"Well then, I'm sorry I screamed at you." Jazz grinned, "And threw stuff."
"How can you be so strong?" Prowl shook his head, "I should have seen this coming. It's my fault."
"No, it's no one's fault." Jazz looked away wary, "Stuff like this happens. Primus wanted us to have this sparkling. It could have easily been either one of us. We're just lucky that it was me."
Because if Prowl had sparked, on the first regular check-up scan by their medic they would have discovered it and that would cause more problems they could count.
"We'll get through this." Jazz said more firmly. "We will."
Prowl said nothing but simply held Jazz closer and tried to convince himself the same.
It truly was a sad, beautiful night.
~fins