Of Bindings - A Bonding and an Epilogue (End)
Title: Of Bindings - A Bonding and an Epilogue (End)
'Verse: 2007 Transformers
Characters: Jazz. Prowl. Red Alert. Optimus
Rating: M
Warnings: TF cussing.
Two cars left the base, driving away until the city was reduced to a mere gleam of a backdrop and the stars above them shone unhindered by artificial lighting. Transforming, they reached the isolated spot they’d previously found while escaping the chaos that was the base in full party planning mode and immediately fell into each other’s arms for a long, fervent kiss.
Slowly at first, then more assuredly, their hands roamed each other’s frames, finally given free reign to do so. A soft gasp, followed by a moan as Jazz discovered a sensitive seam along Prowl’s side. A whimper as the tactician circled one of the Solstice’s headlights with a thumb, muffled as Prowl devoured Jazz’s lips in another kiss. A visor flaring as its owner was pulled to the ground, sprawled atop another mech whose optics were also glowing brightly in the darkness.
The saboteur kissed Prowl slowly, and the chevroned mech ran his hands over the silver mech’s back languidly, their initial passion banking to a measured burn that would last the rest of the night as they slowly worked each other over, exploring, touching and loving, building towards overload and holding back, again and again until they couldn’t stand it any more.
A whispered plea and the lightest trace of fingertips against silver chestplates had them parting, and Prowl looked up at Jazz’s spark, marvelling at the dazzling glimmer of the Ops mech’s core, strong and bright. Jazz smiled at the tactician’s awestruck expression, reaching for his exposed spark and trailing a finger through its light, mewling when Prowl joined in, caressing his spark and chamber with an exquisite care that made the silver mech shudder in bliss, visor going dark for a moment.
“Prowler!”
“Jazz.”
Jazz onlined his optics to see the tactician looking steadfastly at him, love plain in the doorwinged mech’s expression. He smiled, leaning forward to brush his lips against the other bot’s, tapping against the SIC’s chestplates in a silent request for Prowl to open up. The tactician did so, and Jazz thought that the sight of his lover illuminated by light both heavenly and sparkborn had to be the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen. Stroking the chevroned mech’s cheek, Jazz murmured, almost to himself.
“Beautiful.”
“You are. Very much so.”
Prowl drew the Ops mech’s hand over for a kiss, and Jazz chirred in amusement, running his other one over the tactician’s helm lovingly. “I’m going to drive you crazy.”
“You’ll never be as bad as Sideswipe. I can be overbearing and stubborn.” Prowl countered his statement, as expected.
“You’ve met Ratchet and Ironhide, right? Ah!” Jazz fought back with a grin that morphed into an open mouthed expression when the tactician’s fingers slid under plating to tweak the wiring there. Panting, he continued. “I cause explosions and destruction.”
“I’ve shared a base with Wheeljack. I’ll fixate on minutiae.”
“I can handle Red Alert. I play music. Constantly.”
“Blaster. I get caught up in my analyses, with no consideration for the ones listening to my explanation.”
“Perceptor. I’ll love you to distraction.” They were almost pressed against each other now, having drawn closer with each exchange until their sparks were almost leaping out of their casings to complete the merge currently being denied them. Prowl smiled, then kissed the saboteur briefly before murmuring against Jazz’s lips.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Jazz pulled him close, and their sparks made contact.
= = =
It was different this time. The same in some ways, but also different. This joining was welcome, and this time they delighted in their merged self instead of shying away futilely from each other’s thoughts.
A thrill of giddy joy at having found each other.
Amusement at the round about way they’d accomplished it.
Love, all encompassing love for each other.
Their lips met in another kiss, and one of them trailed a hand over a doorwing while the other traced the edge of an audial fin and both felt the sensations rippling through them, making them cry out in pleasure. Their combined spark spun faster and faster until they overloaded, whole at long last.
= = =
Jazz onlined to the sound of quiet murmuring, and it took him a moment to realise that the words were not registering in his audios, but were instead coming over a once weak and then shattered connection that was now strong and bright and golden between him and Prowl.
:: -thou… beside me singing in the wilderness. Oh, wilderness were paradise- ::
Blue optics met his, and the tactician stopped to press lips to his helm tenderly.
::Good morning Jazz.::
::Mmm. Mornin’.:: Processors still waking up, Jazz stretched against the doorwinged mech, nuzzling his neck cables affectionately before gathering the wits to attempt the greeting out loud. Communicating with his sparkmate (and how he liked the sound of that, Prowl, his sparkmate, forever his, and for real this time) over the bond always took a little pushing on the Solstice’s part to get things across clearly, so Jazz usually preferred to just talk when possible.
A flicker of surprise stopped him, and Jazz tilted his helm in puzzlement, even as he kept his amusement at Prowl’s stunned expression off his faceplates. His bonded’s presence twined about his own, radiating wonder. ::You’re… there. I can feel you, you’re confused and you’re laughing at me but I don’t care. Is this how it was for you before?::
Understanding dawned. Of course, their bond was complete now. The visored mech chuckled, content to converse over it. ::Yeah. You were always like this, intense and brilliant, a constant star in my universe, and about as easy to talk to. But it looks like that's changed. I can speak to you over the bond more easily now.::
::I was always wondering how you were, sometimes it got so difficult to sense you that I feared I was shouting into the void.::
One of the benefits of being bonded (and possibly the best part), Jazz thought, was that they could talk and kiss at the same time. Prowl’s amused agreement curled around him, and then the chevroned mech twisted so that Jazz found himself pinned to the ground. Shortly after that, conversation, even over the bond, became rather impossible.
= = =
“If you’re quite finished?”
Prowl turned away from his bondmate to spot Red Alert, back turned resolutely towards them. Sharing a rueful look, the pair stood, walking over to the mech who’d insisted on standing watch for them (after failing to persuade them to carry out their bonding in the confines of the base like sane mechs). From a civilized distance, of course.
“Hey Red. What’s up?”
Red Alert glanced over, and satisfied that they weren’t still entangled with each other he turned to face them properly. “I’ve just received news that the group we’ve been tracking will land today.”
Jazz perked. “Elita’s group is here? That’s great! But what does that have to do with us?”
“Their projected landfall was determined to be a few dozen miles out from here. The Prime is already on his way, and being the nearest, we’re to join him as back up.” The mech was already heading for the road and Prowl and Jazz hurried to catch up.
“How fast are we going to have to drive?” The saboteur asked as they shifted to alt form and started for the coordinates the security director had sent over. Red Alert was about to answer when a loud truck horn blasted from somewhere behind them. Swerving aside instantly, the three Autobots observed as a red and blue Peterbilt thundered down the motorway, then as one they sighed and fell into position behind their Prime, Jazz commenting to no one in particular.
“… Pretty fast, it looks like.”
= = =
Watching the joyful reunion taking place, Jazz found his bonded wrapping his arms about him and leant into the mech with a slow cycle of air.
“It’s been a good day.”
Prowl hummed an agreeing note as the Solstice’s contentment filtered over to him, leaning over obligingly for a kiss. Not too far away, a certain femme peeked around the mech holding her close and blinked, then reached up to turn the Prime’s helm so that he could see what she saw.
“Optimus? What’s going on?”
The large mech smiled at Elita-1’s mystified tone. “Oh, they’re bonded.”
“What?! When did that happen?”
“The first time or the second?”
Elita sputtered, Optimus chuckled and Red Alert frantically tried to keep the rest of the newcomers from crashing as Prowl and Jazz, lost in their own little world, kissed on.
= = = EndFic = = =
'Verse: 2007 Transformers
Characters: Jazz. Prowl. Red Alert. Optimus
Rating: M
Warnings: TF cussing.
Two cars left the base, driving away until the city was reduced to a mere gleam of a backdrop and the stars above them shone unhindered by artificial lighting. Transforming, they reached the isolated spot they’d previously found while escaping the chaos that was the base in full party planning mode and immediately fell into each other’s arms for a long, fervent kiss.
Slowly at first, then more assuredly, their hands roamed each other’s frames, finally given free reign to do so. A soft gasp, followed by a moan as Jazz discovered a sensitive seam along Prowl’s side. A whimper as the tactician circled one of the Solstice’s headlights with a thumb, muffled as Prowl devoured Jazz’s lips in another kiss. A visor flaring as its owner was pulled to the ground, sprawled atop another mech whose optics were also glowing brightly in the darkness.
The saboteur kissed Prowl slowly, and the chevroned mech ran his hands over the silver mech’s back languidly, their initial passion banking to a measured burn that would last the rest of the night as they slowly worked each other over, exploring, touching and loving, building towards overload and holding back, again and again until they couldn’t stand it any more.
A whispered plea and the lightest trace of fingertips against silver chestplates had them parting, and Prowl looked up at Jazz’s spark, marvelling at the dazzling glimmer of the Ops mech’s core, strong and bright. Jazz smiled at the tactician’s awestruck expression, reaching for his exposed spark and trailing a finger through its light, mewling when Prowl joined in, caressing his spark and chamber with an exquisite care that made the silver mech shudder in bliss, visor going dark for a moment.
“Prowler!”
“Jazz.”
Jazz onlined his optics to see the tactician looking steadfastly at him, love plain in the doorwinged mech’s expression. He smiled, leaning forward to brush his lips against the other bot’s, tapping against the SIC’s chestplates in a silent request for Prowl to open up. The tactician did so, and Jazz thought that the sight of his lover illuminated by light both heavenly and sparkborn had to be the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen. Stroking the chevroned mech’s cheek, Jazz murmured, almost to himself.
“Beautiful.”
“You are. Very much so.”
Prowl drew the Ops mech’s hand over for a kiss, and Jazz chirred in amusement, running his other one over the tactician’s helm lovingly. “I’m going to drive you crazy.”
“You’ll never be as bad as Sideswipe. I can be overbearing and stubborn.” Prowl countered his statement, as expected.
“You’ve met Ratchet and Ironhide, right? Ah!” Jazz fought back with a grin that morphed into an open mouthed expression when the tactician’s fingers slid under plating to tweak the wiring there. Panting, he continued. “I cause explosions and destruction.”
“I’ve shared a base with Wheeljack. I’ll fixate on minutiae.”
“I can handle Red Alert. I play music. Constantly.”
“Blaster. I get caught up in my analyses, with no consideration for the ones listening to my explanation.”
“Perceptor. I’ll love you to distraction.” They were almost pressed against each other now, having drawn closer with each exchange until their sparks were almost leaping out of their casings to complete the merge currently being denied them. Prowl smiled, then kissed the saboteur briefly before murmuring against Jazz’s lips.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Jazz pulled him close, and their sparks made contact.
= = =
It was different this time. The same in some ways, but also different. This joining was welcome, and this time they delighted in their merged self instead of shying away futilely from each other’s thoughts.
A thrill of giddy joy at having found each other.
Amusement at the round about way they’d accomplished it.
Love, all encompassing love for each other.
Their lips met in another kiss, and one of them trailed a hand over a doorwing while the other traced the edge of an audial fin and both felt the sensations rippling through them, making them cry out in pleasure. Their combined spark spun faster and faster until they overloaded, whole at long last.
= = =
Jazz onlined to the sound of quiet murmuring, and it took him a moment to realise that the words were not registering in his audios, but were instead coming over a once weak and then shattered connection that was now strong and bright and golden between him and Prowl.
:: -thou… beside me singing in the wilderness. Oh, wilderness were paradise- ::
Blue optics met his, and the tactician stopped to press lips to his helm tenderly.
::Good morning Jazz.::
::Mmm. Mornin’.:: Processors still waking up, Jazz stretched against the doorwinged mech, nuzzling his neck cables affectionately before gathering the wits to attempt the greeting out loud. Communicating with his sparkmate (and how he liked the sound of that, Prowl, his sparkmate, forever his, and for real this time) over the bond always took a little pushing on the Solstice’s part to get things across clearly, so Jazz usually preferred to just talk when possible.
A flicker of surprise stopped him, and Jazz tilted his helm in puzzlement, even as he kept his amusement at Prowl’s stunned expression off his faceplates. His bonded’s presence twined about his own, radiating wonder. ::You’re… there. I can feel you, you’re confused and you’re laughing at me but I don’t care. Is this how it was for you before?::
Understanding dawned. Of course, their bond was complete now. The visored mech chuckled, content to converse over it. ::Yeah. You were always like this, intense and brilliant, a constant star in my universe, and about as easy to talk to. But it looks like that's changed. I can speak to you over the bond more easily now.::
::I was always wondering how you were, sometimes it got so difficult to sense you that I feared I was shouting into the void.::
One of the benefits of being bonded (and possibly the best part), Jazz thought, was that they could talk and kiss at the same time. Prowl’s amused agreement curled around him, and then the chevroned mech twisted so that Jazz found himself pinned to the ground. Shortly after that, conversation, even over the bond, became rather impossible.
= = =
“If you’re quite finished?”
Prowl turned away from his bondmate to spot Red Alert, back turned resolutely towards them. Sharing a rueful look, the pair stood, walking over to the mech who’d insisted on standing watch for them (after failing to persuade them to carry out their bonding in the confines of the base like sane mechs). From a civilized distance, of course.
“Hey Red. What’s up?”
Red Alert glanced over, and satisfied that they weren’t still entangled with each other he turned to face them properly. “I’ve just received news that the group we’ve been tracking will land today.”
Jazz perked. “Elita’s group is here? That’s great! But what does that have to do with us?”
“Their projected landfall was determined to be a few dozen miles out from here. The Prime is already on his way, and being the nearest, we’re to join him as back up.” The mech was already heading for the road and Prowl and Jazz hurried to catch up.
“How fast are we going to have to drive?” The saboteur asked as they shifted to alt form and started for the coordinates the security director had sent over. Red Alert was about to answer when a loud truck horn blasted from somewhere behind them. Swerving aside instantly, the three Autobots observed as a red and blue Peterbilt thundered down the motorway, then as one they sighed and fell into position behind their Prime, Jazz commenting to no one in particular.
“… Pretty fast, it looks like.”
= = =
Watching the joyful reunion taking place, Jazz found his bonded wrapping his arms about him and leant into the mech with a slow cycle of air.
“It’s been a good day.”
Prowl hummed an agreeing note as the Solstice’s contentment filtered over to him, leaning over obligingly for a kiss. Not too far away, a certain femme peeked around the mech holding her close and blinked, then reached up to turn the Prime’s helm so that he could see what she saw.
“Optimus? What’s going on?”
The large mech smiled at Elita-1’s mystified tone. “Oh, they’re bonded.”
“What?! When did that happen?”
“The first time or the second?”
Elita sputtered, Optimus chuckled and Red Alert frantically tried to keep the rest of the newcomers from crashing as Prowl and Jazz, lost in their own little world, kissed on.
= = = EndFic = = =