Fandom: Transformers G1/Bayverse
Author: gatekat and starshield on LJ
Pairing: Jazz/Prowl/Soundwave, Ratchet/Skyfire/Wheeljack
Rating: Nc-17 mech/mech
Codes: Slash, Sparklings, Sticky, Tactile, Spark
Summary:
Disclaimer: The authors are only playing with their own twisted muses. Transformers belong to Hasbro. Fandom-side, check the inspirations page (gatekat-fics .livejournal .com/290 .html ) We draw from a ton of amazing stories and authors you should read.
Notes: klik = 1 minute; breem = 8.3 minutes; joor = 6.3 hours; orn = day/32 joor; metacycle = 6 (5.9285) years; vorn = 83 years/14 metacycles
~text~ bond/hardline talk
::text:: comm chatter

At All Costs 46: Epilogue

Ratchet looked out over the joyful scene and couldn't help but smile. It wasn't a terribly large party, mostly close friends of the triad, but that was how it should be when one was introducing the newest members of ones family.

Long gone was the apprehension and fear that had settled on the medic when Skyfire had announced that he was indeed carrying. The stress and cautious happiness had resulted in the creation of three perfectly healthy sparklings, now old enough to be introduced to their Prime and the friends that Ratchet was certain would have a hand in raising them.

A supervised hand, the medic amended as his optics passed over the silver mech currently snuggled against an attractive Praxian frame, but involved. Prowl had been right about his mate at least being willing to be in the same room as Ratchet again, given enough time. Jazz had not even tried to get out of the invitation to attend the party, and looking at him now Ratchet finally believed that Prowl had not had to coax or manipulate his mate into attending.

Ratchet spared another moment to study Prowl, checking him over again for his own satisfaction. The hub bond had taken time and stressed all three of the mechs involved, but now that it had fully settled the change in Prowl was amazing. There was an honest light and joy in the Praxian now, balanced between his two mates as he was and finally at peace. He laughed more, and more easily, and while his work was as punctual and complete as always, he no longer seemed to function merely to fulfill his programming.

His gaze slid over to the third member of the unusual bond, who was currently talking in quiet tones with Optimus. Soundwave's state was much improved as well, though it took a knowing optic to pick it up. The longing he'd had since Prowl came on line was finally and completely settled and his Prime approved of his work. It was good seeing an old friend doing so well.

The symbiots, those that had been permitted to attend, were quietly keeping to shadows. Ravage and Laserbeak had promised to behave, and had the self-control to keep that promise. Buzzsaw was not likely to cause problems even when he was newly sparked unless Soundwave was attacked. Rumble and Frenzy had been left to their own devices at home with the warning that any destruction or trouble would result in the loss of privileges that they would rather not risk.

Prowl had actually been good for them as well, providing a stern but fair hand when their creator could not discipline, and Jazz made sure that they got away with nothing he didn't approve of.

Ironhide was shadowing his Prime, looking stern even though everyone knew he was having a good time.

There were others scatted around, socializing and creating a friendly scene and atmosphere. Friends and coworkers, mechs that had bonded through a dark time in Cyberton's history and emerged stronger on the other side, together.

Even Mirage, normally either silent or stuck up, had an easy manner about him as he stepped up to chat with Jazz over Prowl's shoulder. Probably about Jazz's part time duties in Intel from the flick of Prowl's sensor wing.

The Praxian settled quickly enough when Jazz laughed playfully at his irritation. With a small huff Prowl nuzzled affectionately at his mate before untangling their frames skillfully and rising to mingle some with the other guests, stopping to talk with Optimus and be wrapped in Soundwave's embrace.

Jazz looked their way, but smiled and turned back to chatting his Mirage as Fireflight came up to them to join into a less business-like conversation. It was all enough to bring a smile to Ratchet's face.

It went on for a little longer, the guests moving among themselves and socializing, but the looks being cast at the hosts and the anticipation of the reason for gathering was only rising.

~Are they ready, Skyfire?~ Ratchet asked his mate, who was the one really nervous about this. It marked the end of his sole possession of the sparklings as caretaker and he was understandably reluctant.

~They are ready.~ Skyfire replied, taking a moment to pull himself together. These were trusted friends, mechs who would look out for his creations as if they were their own.

~I just need to convince myself that I am ready to let go of them.~

~I know, love,~ Ratchet sent gentle reassurance and felt Wheeljack do the same. ~You know we won't ask you to leave them with others until you're ready.~

~Then you are going to be waiting a long time.~ Came the reply, but calm now and full of teasing. ~Let me know when everything is ready and I will bring them out.~

~We're ready,~ Ratchet chuckled. Truth was, none of them were ready to leave them alone with anyone anytime soon. But this was a first step, a needed step with kindled sparklings.

~Coming.~ Skyfire responded, emerging into the party with three small frames balanced easily in large, strong arms. He stopped as all optics settled on him and the curious but compliant creations in his arms. He smiled as his mates came to join him for the presentation and had to steel his nerves once more, getting a firm hold on the carrier protocols that wanted to keep his creations near and safe.

~You'll do fine,~ Ratchet assured Skyfire. He smiled up at the deep red form of Trimo staring down at him, delighted that one of them seemed to take after him already.

"Friends and kin," Skyfire began, his voice low and rough as he struggled with the words that would officially present his littlest ones to the world. "My clutch of three are ready to see those outside their creator's nest. The optic blinding one is Shimmerfire," he allowed Wheeljack to take the squirming little femme that was already half her creator's height.

Wheeljack got her turned around so that everyone could get a proper view, finally setting her on her pedes and supporting her with a gentle hand between her wings as she starred at the gathered mechs. Her optics found Prime and remained there, her wings twitching in curiosity and attraction to the powerful aura.

Optics took her in welcomingly before traveling back to the waiting sparklings and their carrier.

"The dark red one is Trimo," the shuttle smiled and allowed the calmest of their creations to jump into Ratchet's arms and be settled on his pedes to face the gathering with a trill and click of welcome to the strangers.

Smiles all around and polite answering clicks greeted the sparkling, then eager attention on the last sparkling, waiting for the final introduction.

~That one's going to be trouble,~ Jazz grinned at the tiny, lithe black sparkling even as he commented to Prowl. ~Got Ops written all over'em.~

The black sparkling growled back, flaring a wingspan that was smaller than Jazz's arm span from her carrier's arms.

~I trust your judgment on the matter.~ Prowl murmured as he wrapped an arm around the smaller mech. Though he had to agree with his mate's assessment. ~Interesting, considering who her creators are.~

~She's heavy on the Seeker from Skyfire, and you know Ratchet's got a temper,~ Jazz continued to check out the small black flier. ~She sure looks like she's pure Seeker. Acts like it too. An Action in the making.~

~Hush, little one,~ Skyfire soothed her until she settled her wings back in place.

"The feisty one is Nightshade," Skyfire introduced her. "She's more rumble than fire for now."

Greetings and congratulations were being offered all around to new sparklings and their proud creators. None of the youngsters were shy in the least, though Shimmerfire was difficult to distract from Prime for long and Nightshade continued to flare and growl at anyone she did not approve of coming near her or her siblings.

::You know you aren't recruiting anymore,:: Mirage's amusement was clear over the private comm.

::I can still look,:: Jazz shock back with a grin. ::You know she'd raise up to be a first rate sniper and shadow guard.::

::Yes, she would. However, we are not going to raise her,:: Mirage reminded him firmly. ::Her creators would not tolerate such an approach.::

::Yes, yes, I know,:: Jazz flashed him a grin.

~We don't need to raise sparklings like that anymore.~ Prowl commented, silently wishing his friends the best of luck with raising their little one. ~By the grace of Primus we will never have to again.~

The Praxian was still, hiding how much it troubled him, the numbers and scenarios his battle computer presented him with, looking at the three sparklings. Shimmerfire was safe enough in his processor, but the other two...

If the war was not over their futures would have been far different and far darker than the bright road that stretched out before them now.

~Stop it Prowl,~ Jazz said firmly with Soundwave's silent backing. ~The war is over. We'll be old mechs before it can build up again even if Prime fails.~

~I'd really rather you not even suggest that.~ Prowl grumbled, but there was good humor under the seriousness of his comment. ~I know. It just still hasn't set in yet.~

It might never set in to the point that his battle and tactical computers would stop spitting out the numbers and scenarios to him. But someday it might reach the point where Prowl would be able to stop paying attention to them like this.

~And I'll stop. This is their orn. It should be a happy one.~

~It will be,~ Jazz leaned in to kiss Prowl's side as they stepped forward to greet the future; the first creations of their circle since the war.

Prowl stood on the lift with his mates, arm and a sensor wing folded around Jazz while he leaned back against Soundwave's strong frame. They were all content after a long orn. It had been a good orn, welcoming the creations of some of his closest friends into functioning and society. It had been a good orn for Prowl especially, because it had been evidence, tangible before him, of what he had fought for. He had fought so that his friends could live in a world where it was safe for them to create, and where they could raise their creations in peace.

"You're unusually happy," Jazz purred as the lift stopped and opened to their penthouse suite.

"It was a good orn." Prowl responded, nuzzling at Jazz affectionately before stealing a kiss. "Is my mood a bad thing?" he teased.

"It's a good thing," Jazz chuckled before reaching up for another kiss as they stepped into their home. "Have you ever wanted some of your own?"

"Sparklings?" Prowl asked, considering. "I would not object to having a creation or two to care for, if we all agree and are ready to rearrange our functionings again."

~What about you?~ He murmured, blatantly curious.

"We still have two of Sounder's," Jazz snickered. ~Like you, wouldn't mind it, but not that inclined towards it.~

"Rumble and Frenzy: as mature as they will become." Soundwave offered with amusement. "Soundwave: would like one more."

"Another symbiot?" Prowl asked, optics traveling around the room following Ravage as she made her usual inspection after being gone.

"Affirmative. Soundwave: desires a proper number. Resources: now available to support six."

~We do have the resources now, and the time.~ Prowl murmured in agreement, arms wrapped around Jazz as he surveyed the loft and already began planning the changes to accommodate one more.

"New symbiots: always sparked in full frames. Personality matrix development: comparable to Skyfire's clutch."

Sensor wings flicked gently into waiting, stroking hands. "I see no reason to not expand, now or whenever you are ready."

"New symbiot: soon then. In six vorns?"

"I'm game," Jazz trilled as his fingers found the gaps in Prowl's hip armor. "What will it be?"

"Design: quadruped distance runner."

"A nice compliment to the others, and to Ravage?" Prowl managed around the distraction that they were so skillfully providing.

"Affirmative," Soundwave rumbled. "Enough taking. Interface desired by all." He pointed out as he leaned down to kiss the side of Prowl neck while Jazz nuzzled Prowl's spike cover.

Prowl could only moan in agreement, caught between his bondmates and with no desire to escape as he tilted his head to allow Soundwave better access. His field spread out, weaving easily with his lovers. They replied in turn, all three fields soon entwined with pleasure flowing freely between them.

"Open up, love," Jazz moaned against Prowl's spike cover, his desire to envelope the length in his mouth bright and clear across both bond and field.

Prowl had long ago given up trying to figure out how Jazz found so much pleasure in doing this, and simply retracted the cover of his spike. It was hard not to, when giving into his bonded felt so good. His spike quickly began to pressurize into Jazz's mouth, encouraged by a skilled glossa and long familiarity with the bliss this would bring.

At the same time one of Soundwave's tentacles curled around to stroke Prowl's valve cover to request entrance while large hands stroked the Praxian's sensor wings in long, slow sweeps of tingling pleasure.

Soft whimpers escaped from Prowl, the designations of his bonded falling from him easily, pleading as his entire frame started to quiver. He was sure he'd have dropped to his knees if they weren't both supporting him.

Valve cover retracted as Prowl pushed the bonds wide open, all of the pleasure he was feeling flowing back to his lovers, his bondeds, the sparks that made his own complete. They returned his love, his joy in their respective bonds, their pleasure and joy at making him feel so good.

Jazz sucked on his spike, glossa, lips and intake lighting off pleasure sensors while Jazz's field and spark pulsed with the intense pleasure-gratification he gained from the feeling of a hard spike sliding along the sensors in his mouth.

Behind Prowl, Soundwave knelt. With his hands still caressing Prowl's sensor wings and strong tentacles holding him against Soundwave's chest, the host withdrew the tentacle from Prowl's valve and gently pressed his spike into it with a deep, resonant moan.

Desire-pleasure-wonder from Prowl as he stopped thinking, keening softly in encouragement. His hands moved over Jazz, tweaking gently his smaller mate's helm as his sensor wings pressed back into Soundwave's touch.

His bondmates knew him so well, knew everything that drove Prowl to bliss and pleasure, and gave without reservation, and Prowl reveled shameless in their giving.

~Love you.~

~Love ya too.~

~Soundwave: loves Prowl,~ came the replies, as much emotion as words as the pair put their full efforts into driving Prowl over the edge.

It was, without question, the activity Jazz and Soundwave agreed the most on, and the inevitable result in a very short span of time was energy crackling over Prowl's plating as his frame shuddered, driven by excess energy and pure bliss into an overload that could only be brought on by his bondmates.

Behind him Soundwave groaned and shifted his grip to Prowl's hips, holding them relatively still as he drove in deep and hard into the quivering, energy-rich valve a handful of times before the sensations and the duel overloads against his telepathy drove him over the edge to pump a thick load of transfluid into his bonded.

With a moan and shudder of his own, Jazz eagerly swallowed everything Prowl offered up before snapping his helm back with a keen, his frame crackling and shuddering in an overload driven by bond, overflow and his own nature.

Prowl purred softly, entirely content as he came down from his high to relax back against Soundwave while they all sank to the floor. Gentle hands pulled Jazz against him, Prowl nuzzling affectionately at his helm as clear adoration of his mates sang across the bonds.

"Relocate to berth?" Soundwave suggested, only half reluctant as he pulled his spike from Prowl's valve as he caught what Jazz had in mind.

"If you want." Prowl grumbled good naturedly, stealing one last kiss from Jazz before releasing him so they both could rise from the floor.

"I think you'll want," Jazz purred with a wink towards Soundwave as they guided the relaxed and compliant Praxian towards their berth room. "You'll want a nice place to relax and watch us get each other all worked up for a three way merge."

A soft whimper of eager anticipation escaped the Praxian, revealing how much he did want the feeling of sharing both his bondmates so intimately at the same time. That they intended to enjoy each other just before made it all the hotter. It was so much more than he'd dared to hope for, much less this soon after he'd bonding with Soundwave.

With a grin and shared rumbled, Jazz and Soundwave situated Prowl at the head of the gigantic berth, one large enough for two mechs Soundwave's size, before turning to share a long, passionate kiss.

Loving optics locked on the two forms, sensor wings fluttering as he watched and felt and loved. The warmth of pleasure from both sides of his hub-bonds made his engine rev as they pair began to touch, caress and silently work out what they were going to do.

Gradually they shifted so Soundwave was sitting on his pedes while Jazz stood to continue kissing him.

Silent encouragement and second hand gratification radiated from Prowl. As much as he loved being between the two of them, watching them together was an entirely different kind of pleasure to his spark. They may never love each other, but in moments like this when they made each other moan in pleasure, Prowl knew it was close enough.

His spark sang to watch his bondeds together.

His frame shivered with the building charge as Jazz gently pulled away and turned towards Prowl before prostrating himself, his aft in the air and arms stretched before him. Without a word Soundwave covered him, leaning forward to pin Jazz's wrists to the berth with one hand with two thick tentacles wrapped around Jazz's hips to support him against the powerful thrust that seated Soundwave's spike deep inside his eager valve.

Prowl whimpered at the erotic scene playing out before him, squirming slightly in place. Even without the bonds the sheer pleasure rolling off both mechs would have had him struggling to be obedient and stay where he had been placed.

~Come're babe,~ Jazz reached out as Soundwave began to pound into him just the way Jazz liked it most. ~Met me lick your valve.~

~You said I was supposed to be watching.~ Prowl argued, despite the fact that he wanted to be over there in the middle of it all.

~Then watch,~ Jazz trembled and keened his pleasure as his valve was stretched nearly to its limits, Soundwave's long, thick spike rubbing against every sensor in the slick passage.

An answering keen came from Prowl, the pleasure washing over the bonds pushing his self-control to the limit and breaking it. He moved closer, stopping just shy of touching the rocking, thrusting pair all but lost in their own bliss.

It was only a few more moments before Soundwave roared his overload, the rush of his pleasure and transfluid into Jazz's valve setting off the smaller mech, who keened and trembled as he lost control of his frame to the overload.

A shudder ran through Prowl, the need for some form of release only growing stronger. His field stretched out, thick with the need to be held and loved, to feel his lovers in the way that mattered most.

Soundwave responded first, pulling out of Jazz with a slick slide that made the silver mech shudder. Without hesitation Prowl was pulled between them, the pair easily rearranging their frames so all three of their chests were angled for a three-mech spark merge.

~Love you both.~ Prowl murmured, chest plates sliding away as he settled between Soundwave and Jazz.

Their chests opened in response, the buzz of their overload still tingling between them even as they took in Prowl's intense charge.

Jazz and Soundwave's sparks reached for Prowl's first, reaching along the existing bonds to wrap the Praxian in all each couple was.

Prowl moaned, welcoming each touch with love and complete acceptance.

The connection between his spark and Soundwave's, bright and shining still in its newness and blazing as their sparks touched once more.

Then the bond with Jazz, softer, but strong and solid. Sparks that had been joined so long that it was more a reconnection of two parts than an actual merging of individuals.

It was the next connection, the one between Jazz and Soundwave, that truly made Prowl's spark tremble in bliss. All three of them together, as one spark, one desire, one being.

For that brief, endless moment between full merge and overload, Prowl's universe was perfect.