April 2011 Challenge
Title: A Bond of Convenience (Chapter 17 of 18) written for the April 2011 challenge
Verse: G1 AU
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Prowl and Jazz, mention of Optimus
Warnings: interfacing and spark merging
Summary: Prowl and Jazz consummate their bond
(I do not own Transformers.)
"Prowler!" Jazz shouted.
"Yes?" Prowl purred into Jazz's audio component.
"Primus! Stop teasing me!" Jazz cried.
Prowl responded with a hard kiss but did not stop his explorations. He continued to press his servos under plating and rubbed the sensitive wires underneath. Jazz squirmed beneath his lover and tried to reach around to touch those exotic doorwings. He was thwarted when Prowl raised his doorwings high off his back and out of reach. He moaned with a combination of pleasure and frustration.
Jazz marveled at how quickly Prowl had learned in the berth about the pleasures of interfacing. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised as smart as Prowl was, even though he had been so very ignorant about relationships. What had taken much longer was getting Prowl to open up and trust him. Their relationship had changed dramatically from when they had first met. Once Jazz realized he had been bonded to Lord Prowl of Praxus, he wanted to get as far away from the mech as he could. Now, he couldn't get enough of this complex and gorgeous mech.
Once the benefit concert had ended, Prowl took Jazz home and straight to their suite stopping along the way only to pick up two cubes of Vosnian high-grade from a cabinet in his office. Jazz didn't even bother asking about it but guessed that it had been a gift from Optimus. They slowly enjoyed their energon cuddled together on the couch in the sitting area of the suite while they talked about the events of the evening. After they had finished their energon, Prowl took Jazz by the servo and led him to their berthroom where he lowered him to the berth and proceeded to thoroughly kiss him senseless before escalating to mercilessly teasing his musician.
"I thought you wanted romance and interfacing," Prowl purred again.
"Yes!" Jazz moaned.
"Then let me," Prowl murmured.
Jazz allowed Prowl to completely take over and pleasure him. If Jazz had heard the whispers of the crowd at the concert about how he was the luckiest mech on all of Cybertron, he would have agreed because there was nothing hotter than seeing Prowl dominate in the berth, especially after all of the work it took to get there.
Prowl slowly moved his servos across Jazz's frame seeking gaps in plating and flicking his glossa along wires. Jazz had been patient in his teaching and now he was on the receiving end of those lessons. He whimpered at the slow sweet torture. "More," he murmured.
The Lord of Praxus smiled. He reached for Jazz's interface panel which slid open under his touch. He gently stroked the components causing Jazz to hiss at the sensations which were never quite enough to push him into an overload.
Prowl gently reached down and pulled Jazz's interface cable bringing it into contact with his own port and then connected his own to Jazz to complete the loop. He refrained from plunging into Jazz's systems and Jazz looked up with mild disappointment. "Don't want you to overload too quickly," he whispered. "You've told me all along to go slowly. Enjoy while I do this for you."
With patience that even Jazz found astonishing, Prowl slowly worked his way into Jazz's systems. He explored Jazz's frame and systems leaving no doubt of his intent but never with enough intensity to trigger an overload.
"Prowler! I need more!" Jazz groaned.
The Lord of Praxus leaned in close to the frame spread underneath him and whispered, "I'll give you everything if you'll receive my spark."
Jazz became still and his optics snapped to Prowl's. He felt his spark flare wildly within its chamber. He brought a servo to his lover's cheek. "Prowler?" he asked, "are ya sure?"
Prowl looked down at his mech. "I am sure. I want to share everything I am with you, Jazz. You've given me so much; I want to give myself in return."
Jazz nodded and ran his servos over the thin seam along the center of Prowl's chestplates. They began to split underneath his touch to reveal Prowl's sparkchamber. Jazz continued to watch in fascination as the sparkchamber split open bathing him in the soft glow of his lover's spark. Jazz couldn't help gasping at seeing another's spark. He felt his own spark almost leap out of its chamber being in such close proximity to another exposed spark. He took another moment to gaze at the glowing orb then looked up into Prowl's optics. "I'd never force you to do this, Jazz," he whispered, "I want to bond with you, not to produce an heir, but because I love you."
Jazz nodded again and commanded his own chestplates to part. He watched Prowl who was equally fascinated at watching the process occur with Jazz. He sighed as Jazz's sparkchamber split open and the light from their sparks lit the space between them.
The Lord of Praxus slowly lowered his frame onto Jazz's and softly kissed him while bringing their sparks into contact. It was not at all painful because of the interfacing which had preceded it. They continued their exploration of the other's systems and the sensations were amplified by the gradual merging of their sparks. Suddenly it seemed as if they were completely inside of the other and they couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. It was a marvelous experience where one knew the other completely if only for a few moments. Jazz could feel the trust that Prowl had for him. Prowl could feel the determination Jazz had to make their relationship work. Most of all, they felt love which seemed to have limitless depth due to the completely voluntary merge.
The ensuing overload was intense and deeply satisfying. Once the joined orb had split each portion returned to its chamber carrying part of the other with it. Neither Prowl nor Jazz would ever be alone again. As they relaxed from their overloads they shared the same thoughts. They were grateful to Optimus for bringing them together but they wondered just how he knew that they were right for each other.
Verse: G1 AU
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Prowl and Jazz, mention of Optimus
Warnings: interfacing and spark merging
Summary: Prowl and Jazz consummate their bond
(I do not own Transformers.)
"Prowler!" Jazz shouted.
"Yes?" Prowl purred into Jazz's audio component.
"Primus! Stop teasing me!" Jazz cried.
Prowl responded with a hard kiss but did not stop his explorations. He continued to press his servos under plating and rubbed the sensitive wires underneath. Jazz squirmed beneath his lover and tried to reach around to touch those exotic doorwings. He was thwarted when Prowl raised his doorwings high off his back and out of reach. He moaned with a combination of pleasure and frustration.
Jazz marveled at how quickly Prowl had learned in the berth about the pleasures of interfacing. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised as smart as Prowl was, even though he had been so very ignorant about relationships. What had taken much longer was getting Prowl to open up and trust him. Their relationship had changed dramatically from when they had first met. Once Jazz realized he had been bonded to Lord Prowl of Praxus, he wanted to get as far away from the mech as he could. Now, he couldn't get enough of this complex and gorgeous mech.
Once the benefit concert had ended, Prowl took Jazz home and straight to their suite stopping along the way only to pick up two cubes of Vosnian high-grade from a cabinet in his office. Jazz didn't even bother asking about it but guessed that it had been a gift from Optimus. They slowly enjoyed their energon cuddled together on the couch in the sitting area of the suite while they talked about the events of the evening. After they had finished their energon, Prowl took Jazz by the servo and led him to their berthroom where he lowered him to the berth and proceeded to thoroughly kiss him senseless before escalating to mercilessly teasing his musician.
"I thought you wanted romance and interfacing," Prowl purred again.
"Yes!" Jazz moaned.
"Then let me," Prowl murmured.
Jazz allowed Prowl to completely take over and pleasure him. If Jazz had heard the whispers of the crowd at the concert about how he was the luckiest mech on all of Cybertron, he would have agreed because there was nothing hotter than seeing Prowl dominate in the berth, especially after all of the work it took to get there.
Prowl slowly moved his servos across Jazz's frame seeking gaps in plating and flicking his glossa along wires. Jazz had been patient in his teaching and now he was on the receiving end of those lessons. He whimpered at the slow sweet torture. "More," he murmured.
The Lord of Praxus smiled. He reached for Jazz's interface panel which slid open under his touch. He gently stroked the components causing Jazz to hiss at the sensations which were never quite enough to push him into an overload.
Prowl gently reached down and pulled Jazz's interface cable bringing it into contact with his own port and then connected his own to Jazz to complete the loop. He refrained from plunging into Jazz's systems and Jazz looked up with mild disappointment. "Don't want you to overload too quickly," he whispered. "You've told me all along to go slowly. Enjoy while I do this for you."
With patience that even Jazz found astonishing, Prowl slowly worked his way into Jazz's systems. He explored Jazz's frame and systems leaving no doubt of his intent but never with enough intensity to trigger an overload.
"Prowler! I need more!" Jazz groaned.
The Lord of Praxus leaned in close to the frame spread underneath him and whispered, "I'll give you everything if you'll receive my spark."
Jazz became still and his optics snapped to Prowl's. He felt his spark flare wildly within its chamber. He brought a servo to his lover's cheek. "Prowler?" he asked, "are ya sure?"
Prowl looked down at his mech. "I am sure. I want to share everything I am with you, Jazz. You've given me so much; I want to give myself in return."
Jazz nodded and ran his servos over the thin seam along the center of Prowl's chestplates. They began to split underneath his touch to reveal Prowl's sparkchamber. Jazz continued to watch in fascination as the sparkchamber split open bathing him in the soft glow of his lover's spark. Jazz couldn't help gasping at seeing another's spark. He felt his own spark almost leap out of its chamber being in such close proximity to another exposed spark. He took another moment to gaze at the glowing orb then looked up into Prowl's optics. "I'd never force you to do this, Jazz," he whispered, "I want to bond with you, not to produce an heir, but because I love you."
Jazz nodded again and commanded his own chestplates to part. He watched Prowl who was equally fascinated at watching the process occur with Jazz. He sighed as Jazz's sparkchamber split open and the light from their sparks lit the space between them.
The Lord of Praxus slowly lowered his frame onto Jazz's and softly kissed him while bringing their sparks into contact. It was not at all painful because of the interfacing which had preceded it. They continued their exploration of the other's systems and the sensations were amplified by the gradual merging of their sparks. Suddenly it seemed as if they were completely inside of the other and they couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. It was a marvelous experience where one knew the other completely if only for a few moments. Jazz could feel the trust that Prowl had for him. Prowl could feel the determination Jazz had to make their relationship work. Most of all, they felt love which seemed to have limitless depth due to the completely voluntary merge.
The ensuing overload was intense and deeply satisfying. Once the joined orb had split each portion returned to its chamber carrying part of the other with it. Neither Prowl nor Jazz would ever be alone again. As they relaxed from their overloads they shared the same thoughts. They were grateful to Optimus for bringing them together but they wondered just how he knew that they were right for each other.