(Fic) Forced Hand (2/2)
Title: Forced Hand (2/2)
Verse: G1 AU
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst, fluff, intimacy, and a very possessive Jazz
Characters/pairing: Prowl/Jazz
This is part of To Love a Stranger. Timeline is somewhere just before Someone Once Who Cared. Not sure I am entirely satisfied with this so there may be a re-write somewhere down the road. Please shred or enjoy as you will.
Jazz guided Prowl back to their quarters, most of his attention focused on his mate and the shame and fear he was reading from the mech. Shame he could understand after what had happened, it was the fear that was confusing him.
No one was angry with Prowl. No one blamed him for what had happened. Jazz was very concerned when Ratchet informed them that what had happened to Prowl was caused by a glitch in his base coding. The medic had run some tests once Prowl was stable, leaving strict orders that the Praxian was not to be exposed to any social situation until some research could be conducted.
Now Jazz understood what had happened to Prowl during the clan gathering. Jazz had simply recognized that something was wrong before Prowl crashed, and as he pointed out to Ratchet, a full crash could be prevented so long as someone was paying attention.
In the safety if their quarters Jazz paused just long enough to make sure the door was locked. Not that anyone with a functioning processor would disturb them right now, insuring the extra peace of mind also gave him a minute to focus himself. When he turned around Prowl was standing in the center of the room, lost.
"Prowl?"
The mech began to tremble where he stood. "I understand. I-, you can petition for another bondmate. No one will blame you, and Streetwise can't protest the petition. I-."
Prowl stopped there. He had no idea what he would do. Streetwise had no use for him, the mech had made that quiet clear many times, supposed creation of his sister or not. It was unlikely that any Enforcer or military unit would be willing to take him take a glitched mech into their ranks.
He was truly worthless now. He had brought shame to mech he loved, committed a sin that could never be forgiven. Image was everything in this world, a fact that had been driven into him at a young age. Jazz deserved better than the trash he had been given, the reject-.
A low growl was all the warning he was given before possessive lips captured his own.
"What would make you think I want another bondmate?" Jazz demanded.
"Shameful."
"Bold." Jazz declared, running a thumb along Prowl's chevron.
"Beautiful." Jazz continued, palms sliding over quivering doorwings as he slid behind Prowl.
"Strong." The hands glided across Prowls shoulders as Jazz moved to the front again, catching Prowl's face and looking into his optics. "Brilliant."
He leaned in for another kiss. "Mine."
Prowl whimpered, leaning into that kiss and wanting to believe. "Jazz-."
The smaller mech pulled back just far enough to study Prowl, then grabbed his hand firmly and drug the Praxian in the direction of the berthroom. Leaving Prowl at the edge of the berth Jazz leapt on to the platform, turning to kneel in the middle and face his lover.
"Prowl."
When Prowl looked at him Jazz held out his hand. "Proof." He whispered as his chest plates parted, baring his spark and offering a quick prayer to Primus that this was the right thing to do.
Prowl stared, trying to wrap his processor around what he was seeing.
"Prowl, I believe in ya. Now trust in me." Jazz held out his other hand, pleading. "Please."
Prowl tore his optics from the brilliant spark lighting up the berthroom. Slowly he reached out, joining the other mech on the berth as their hands met.
"I trust you." He whispered as their fingers wove together, Prowl's optics going dark as he focused. "I trust you." He repeated as his own armor parted another spark lit the room.
---
It was only a first merge, a base for the bond that could exist between them.
But it was enough.
Their sparks had tasted and shared, and now they wanted no other. Prowl knew in his spark he had found a mech that loved him despite, or perhapes because, of what he was. A mech who believed in him, and only asked in return that Prowl trust him.
Prowl could feel him now, that part of his spark that was now Jazz. And for someone who had spent so much of their existence starved for attention and love it was frightening. Frightening to be loved and wanted and cherished so possessively, so unconditionally.
It shook Prowl to his spark and gave birth to new fear. Jazz was giving so much that Prowl was not entirely sure he would ever be able to give enough in return. How would he ever prove to the mech beside him how much Prowl did value the gift he was being given?
Jazz grumbled, optics coming online as he wiggled in the arms of his mate. "Prowl."
The mech shrank away from him, guilt flowing across the link between them. "Jazz, I'm sorry."
"Shhhh, love." Jazz nuzzled at Prowl's neck as he tasted the new warmth in his spark. He accepted the fear flowing across it, allowing love to wash back in it's place. "Nothin' ta be sorry for. Yur upset though. Regrets?"
Prowl shook his head. He had no regrets, only fear that he would somehow fail Jazz in some way, unable to shake that fear of being alone again just yet.
~Never.~
Prowl twitched, optics flashing in surprise as he heard Jazz in his spark.
"Mine, always." Jazz spoke, voice firm. "An’ sorry. That’ll fade by mornin, love."
"That is sad." Prowl whispered, leaning into Jazz. He rather liked the new level of communication between them.
Jazz grinned. "Well, on tha note, I certainly wouldn' object ta firing it up again. And again." He paused to kiss Prowl. "And again."
Verse: G1 AU
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst, fluff, intimacy, and a very possessive Jazz
Characters/pairing: Prowl/Jazz
This is part of To Love a Stranger. Timeline is somewhere just before Someone Once Who Cared. Not sure I am entirely satisfied with this so there may be a re-write somewhere down the road. Please shred or enjoy as you will.
Jazz guided Prowl back to their quarters, most of his attention focused on his mate and the shame and fear he was reading from the mech. Shame he could understand after what had happened, it was the fear that was confusing him.
No one was angry with Prowl. No one blamed him for what had happened. Jazz was very concerned when Ratchet informed them that what had happened to Prowl was caused by a glitch in his base coding. The medic had run some tests once Prowl was stable, leaving strict orders that the Praxian was not to be exposed to any social situation until some research could be conducted.
Now Jazz understood what had happened to Prowl during the clan gathering. Jazz had simply recognized that something was wrong before Prowl crashed, and as he pointed out to Ratchet, a full crash could be prevented so long as someone was paying attention.
In the safety if their quarters Jazz paused just long enough to make sure the door was locked. Not that anyone with a functioning processor would disturb them right now, insuring the extra peace of mind also gave him a minute to focus himself. When he turned around Prowl was standing in the center of the room, lost.
"Prowl?"
The mech began to tremble where he stood. "I understand. I-, you can petition for another bondmate. No one will blame you, and Streetwise can't protest the petition. I-."
Prowl stopped there. He had no idea what he would do. Streetwise had no use for him, the mech had made that quiet clear many times, supposed creation of his sister or not. It was unlikely that any Enforcer or military unit would be willing to take him take a glitched mech into their ranks.
He was truly worthless now. He had brought shame to mech he loved, committed a sin that could never be forgiven. Image was everything in this world, a fact that had been driven into him at a young age. Jazz deserved better than the trash he had been given, the reject-.
A low growl was all the warning he was given before possessive lips captured his own.
"What would make you think I want another bondmate?" Jazz demanded.
"Shameful."
"Bold." Jazz declared, running a thumb along Prowl's chevron.
"Beautiful." Jazz continued, palms sliding over quivering doorwings as he slid behind Prowl.
"Strong." The hands glided across Prowls shoulders as Jazz moved to the front again, catching Prowl's face and looking into his optics. "Brilliant."
He leaned in for another kiss. "Mine."
Prowl whimpered, leaning into that kiss and wanting to believe. "Jazz-."
The smaller mech pulled back just far enough to study Prowl, then grabbed his hand firmly and drug the Praxian in the direction of the berthroom. Leaving Prowl at the edge of the berth Jazz leapt on to the platform, turning to kneel in the middle and face his lover.
"Prowl."
When Prowl looked at him Jazz held out his hand. "Proof." He whispered as his chest plates parted, baring his spark and offering a quick prayer to Primus that this was the right thing to do.
Prowl stared, trying to wrap his processor around what he was seeing.
"Prowl, I believe in ya. Now trust in me." Jazz held out his other hand, pleading. "Please."
Prowl tore his optics from the brilliant spark lighting up the berthroom. Slowly he reached out, joining the other mech on the berth as their hands met.
"I trust you." He whispered as their fingers wove together, Prowl's optics going dark as he focused. "I trust you." He repeated as his own armor parted another spark lit the room.
---
It was only a first merge, a base for the bond that could exist between them.
But it was enough.
Their sparks had tasted and shared, and now they wanted no other. Prowl knew in his spark he had found a mech that loved him despite, or perhapes because, of what he was. A mech who believed in him, and only asked in return that Prowl trust him.
Prowl could feel him now, that part of his spark that was now Jazz. And for someone who had spent so much of their existence starved for attention and love it was frightening. Frightening to be loved and wanted and cherished so possessively, so unconditionally.
It shook Prowl to his spark and gave birth to new fear. Jazz was giving so much that Prowl was not entirely sure he would ever be able to give enough in return. How would he ever prove to the mech beside him how much Prowl did value the gift he was being given?
Jazz grumbled, optics coming online as he wiggled in the arms of his mate. "Prowl."
The mech shrank away from him, guilt flowing across the link between them. "Jazz, I'm sorry."
"Shhhh, love." Jazz nuzzled at Prowl's neck as he tasted the new warmth in his spark. He accepted the fear flowing across it, allowing love to wash back in it's place. "Nothin' ta be sorry for. Yur upset though. Regrets?"
Prowl shook his head. He had no regrets, only fear that he would somehow fail Jazz in some way, unable to shake that fear of being alone again just yet.
~Never.~
Prowl twitched, optics flashing in surprise as he heard Jazz in his spark.
"Mine, always." Jazz spoke, voice firm. "An’ sorry. That’ll fade by mornin, love."
"That is sad." Prowl whispered, leaning into Jazz. He rather liked the new level of communication between them.
Jazz grinned. "Well, on tha note, I certainly wouldn' object ta firing it up again. And again." He paused to kiss Prowl. "And again."