Fandom: Transformers G1
Author: gatekat, flybystardancer on LJ
Pairing: Jazz/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Codes: Slash, Sticky, Bonding
Summary: The war has done many cruel things, but perhaps worst among them was what it did to the young, those who were not fully mature when the stress of combat was introduced to them. Many of those mecha never matured enough for their interfacing protocols to come on line, at least not until a period of peace came with their arrival on Earth.
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:
::text:: comm chatter
~text~ hardline/bond chatter

Passion Unchosen 4: Finally an Adult

Prowl, of course, had taken note of the gradual decrease in Sirenis' inclination to interface with others over the past eight vorns and was eagerly awaiting the moment when his lover said it was finally over for good. It had been half a vorn since he'd strayed, and Prowl had to admit that it felt good to have his lover to himself. It was especially true in moments like this, early in the morning when he had booted up but his lover had not, and would not, for several joors yet.

Sirenis made such a lovely sight in recharge. Relaxed, generally smeared with transfluid, lubricant and Prowl's black and white paint and content to be right where he was.

And Prowl was content to remain there, watching over his lover. Many of those that knew him during the war would not believe such of the workaholic SIC, but moments like these were well worth the stress he had endured during the war.

Prowl nuzzled his lover's helm, watching his recharge-lax face.

The contact was enough to begin to rouse Sirenis, though only slightly. Then he sank back down, giving Prowl that much more hope it was finally over. A decaorn ago he would have roused completely, driven by protocols to indulge in the offered affection.

Prowl smiled at that, wrapping his lover in his contented field and settled in to enjoy a morning of simply laying next to Sirenis. It was more than a full joor later than he felt him begin to rouse more naturally, the slow default boot cycle of a civilian so different than what they had both known nearly their entire existences.

"Good morning," Prowl murmured as Sirenis finished booting.

"Morning lover," Sirenis smiled warmly, turning his helm for a kiss.

"How was your recharge?" Prowl asked, kissing him affectionately.

"Good," he purred into the light kiss, drawing back a bit before leaning into the kiss once more. "I think it might be over."

"That is something to celebrate," Prowl replied, keeping the kisses light and affectionate, an arm pulling the lighter mech closer. Desire flared in Sirenis' field, bright, clean and very directed as he pushed Prowl to his back and rolled on top of him.

"Perhaps with finding out what interfacing is like without those damn protocols running it?" Sirenis crooned, reaching for Prowl's doorwings.

"That sounds like a solid plan," the black and white mech replied with a rumble, his own hands finding his lover's doorwings. They pressed into the touch as Sirenis moaned, but even at this stage they could both feel the difference.

There was pleasure, and intense desire, but after a century at the mercy of protocols demanding that he try new ways to interface, new partners, and do so quickly, that pressure to overload wasn't there. Sirenis was finally free to take some time and savor the experience.

"Mmm, goood," Prowl moaned, slowly working his lover's doorwings.

Sirenis cut any further words off as he found Prowl's mouth with his own and delved his glossa deep. His entire frame undulated above his lover, rubbing and pressing into each contact that sent exquisite jolts of pleasure through his frame.

Prowl kissed him back, glossa stroking the other, savoring the slow pace they hadn't had an opportunity to indulge in before. He could feel that his lover's patience wouldn't last long, but that was from a lack of experience, not unwanted protocols.

With a shuddering moan Sirenis spread his legs, his valve cover sliding open as he rubbed his groin against Prowl's, his hands still on Prowl's doorwings and his mouth occupied with his lover's.

The elder Praxian groaned, but didn't allow his spike to pressurize. Instead his hands left his lover's doorwings to stroke the seams along his sides and around his abdomen. The shivers he felt were well worth it, but even sweeter was the lack of desperation from his lover. Oh, there was no missing what Sirenis wanted, but the desperation that move would have generated only a few orns ago was distinctly missing.

"Relax," Prowl said into his lover's mouth. His hands continued their exploration of the other's frame, wanting to show him how good a slow build-up could be.

A desperate whine escaped Sirenis. He trembled and stroked Prowl's doorwings and tried to comply. Prowl groaned and rolled them over, kissing Sirenis as he pressed the younger mech into the berth and felt him relax. It was submission to Prowl's will, done out of pure trust.

Sirenis still rocked his hips upwards, his spike escaping to pressurize in a silent plea for more contact. In response, Prowl kissed his way down his lover's form, his hands stroking the hip joints.

"Yesss ... Prowler," Sirenis moaned, pressing into the contact. As badly as he wanted more, he trusted this mech to deny him and make it worth it. Almost blindly his hands found Prowl's helm, then chevron to stroke, sharing the affection and desire he had for Prowl alone.

Prowl moaned at the feeling, the emotions rousing him as much as his lover's desire. He nuzzled and stroked each hip before turning his attention to his lover's spike, glossa reaching out to lick around the base.

Sirenis nearly lost himself right then. His voice rose to a sharp keen as his spike twitched and valve contracted, both objecting to the lack of attention despite his best efforts to silence the cries of his frame for more.

Prowl paid close attention to his lover's responses, pulling back every time his lover was about to go over the edge, denying him, only to move in to lick and kiss again.

"Prowwwllll!" Sirenis keened, his helm thrashing back and forth as his charge teetered on the edge of pain so good he wanted it to last forever.

The elder mech pushed his lover as far as he dared, then suddenly sank his mouth over the spike, swallowing around the head as transfluid rushed down his intake and Sirenis drove his hips up as his helm fell back with a scream of release. Prowl eagerly accepted his lover's overload, slowing his movements as the energy eased down.

Under him Sirenis panted, gasping for cooling air and some way to stabilize himself as the last of the lose energy careened through his systems. Yet he still rocked his hips, albeit lightly and a bit uncoordinated.

Prowl pulled his mouth off of the spike, moving up to press his frame against his lover's. He nuzzled the blue and red mech into a slow kiss as arms came up to wrap around him, petting his doorwings.

When Sirenis found enough coordination he drew his legs up to wrap around Prowl's, his valve beyond slick and desperate to be filled. Prowl allowed his spike to pressurize, easing it into the eager valve as he deepened the kiss. Calipers rippled along his length, pressing and stroking as sensor nodes lit up for them both and Sirenis moaned in bliss.

The elder mech groaned with him, beginning to leisurely rock his hips, relishing in the sweet, slow build of his lover's second overload.

Talented, knowing fingers worked into Prowl's doorwing joints as their mouths met again. Sirenis' field flared as the pleasure did, along with the distinctive click and sounds of the complex transformation sequence to display his rich purple spark.

Purple leaders stretched out, seeking to connect with the blue spark above it. Tendrils danced along Prowl's armor, internals and spark chamber, drawing a deep groan from him. Prowl's spark chamber opened, blue tendrils reaching out and entwining with his lover's as they both shuddered in pleasure.

With all the impatience of the youth he had never truly been, Sirenis' spark tried to rush the merge, pulling at Prowl's spark as his own rushed upwards.

Prowl held back, forcibly slowed the merge, drawing it out to show his lover what could be. He felt Sirenis respond, try to follow suit, but the best he could do was let go of Prowl's frame and grab onto the berth cover to anchor himself, offering as much control to Prowl as his spark would tolerate.

With a tender kissed Prowl eased their sparks together. Spark-deep awareness of the other came slowly as the pleasure rose in soft waves. A gradual coming together that highlighted how well they fit in a way that a faster merge would overshadow.

Sirenis reveled in it, in knowing something new, and his spark eased its struggles to force the merge faster as it reveled in the belonging.

Prowl moaned, in awe of how right this felt. It was both forever and far too soon when he felt his lover's consciousness brushing his own.

~Never want to let this go,~ Sirenis whispered, though it was not a truly conscious thought.

~Never want to let you go,~ Prowl replied softly, love welling over the connection between their sparks that caused Sirenis to curl and melt into the emotion and contact. Flickering up was a willingness to do just that; to never let go.

It was met by a matching desire in Prowl as they sank into each other, the elder mech open as always to his lover and Sirenis nearly as open. The sense of each other tumbling over and flowing around themselves unhindered was even better than the direct pleasure it caused. For two mecha who had been alone much of their existence, in a crowd but never part of it, this was a bliss far beyond any physical desire.

~How?~ Sirenis trembled in desperate hope of that possibility despite the warnings his entire existence had provided that no such connection was possible, that everyone and everything was transitory.

~Bonding is permanent,~ Prowl replied softly, almost a bit hesitant at the possibility that his lover would react negatively.

~Nothing is permanent,~ came the reflexive reply, but the sheer sadness associated with the statement made Prowl ache for his friend and lover.

~Bonding is,~ he said again. ~It changes one's spark, and that can't be undone. Not even by death.~

Sirenis stilled at that, trying, somewhat in vain, to grasp the concept of not ending. From deep in his spark and processors there was a terrible welling of desire for that anchor, an intensity that made him shy away sharply, nearly backing fully out of the merge as he grappled with this desire he could barely control.

~Do you want to think about it?~ Prowl asked, wanting, but not wanting to force.

~I want it,~ his very spark cried out, wanting so desperately to have that he was willing to give anything for it.

~Want it too,~ Prowl replied, surrounding his lover with all his love and desire.

~Then we bond,~ the complex, fragmented mecha responded as a single entity, every corner of him agreeing that it was something he desired. With it though, was a tendril of uncertainty on the how.

In response, Prowl offered up his memories of what was taught to him as a young mechling, that intent and desire during a merge were needed. Sirenis nodded and opened himself fully, pushing his fears aside with a conscious decision to trust Prowl and focused on his desire to make this connection a permanent one.

Prowl's desire to be one with this mech forever also rose as their very selves began to merge, blurring together more completely than they had ever before. The pleasure rose, a bright star at the core of their fully merged sparks that began to unwind part of what was Sirenis and part of what was Prowl to exchange them, sealing the pair's fate and future with the other.

They cried out in unison as they overloaded, the excess energy crackling across their frames before crashing into their sparks once more to seal the bond and knock them off line and still merged until it stabilized.

Prowl drifted his way to coherency first, distantly aware of a contented, joyful purring thrum from his spark that wasn't from him.

Prowl blinked in confusion, then hummed in pleasure as memories came back. Sirenis waking without the protocols, them merging, the hazy decision to bond.

Bond.

The elder mech smiled down at the lover in his arms, love unconsciously pouring over the connection between their sparks. It was enough to rouse Sirenis, slow and leisurely, to the same startled moment when he realized that not everything he was feeling was him.

Systems booted fast from there, the golden optic band snapping on to full power even before the processors behind it were fully functional.

"Prowl?"

"Yes, my love?" Prowl asked softly.

"Just checking," a tendril of love-awe crept along the fledgling bond. "We really did it. We're bonded."

Prowl nuzzled him, and attempted to speak over the bond. ~We did. Love you.~

Sirenis jerked slightly in surprise, then laughed in absolute delight at the ability. ~Way cool. Love ya too.~

Prowl chuckled, kissing him softly. ~Bluestreak mentioned this ability after he bonded to the twins.~

~Useful, now I can tease you from anywhere,~ mischievous playfulness echoed in the bond and Siren's optic band as he shifted to draw Prowl in for a kiss. ~What else can we do with it?~

~We will likely have to build up to speaking over a distance, though I'm sure you'll enjoy practicing. We can tell each other's emotions and some sensations... We will be able to find each other, even without needing a comm ping,~ Prowl replied, continuing to kiss his mate as they spoke and very much enjoying the perk.

~Oh yes, lots of practice, lots of merging to make sure the bond is good and strong,~ Sirenis grinned, not caring in the least if his second statement was fact or not. It was fun.

Prowl hummed in agreement, kissing him again. ~And we can start as soon as we've had some energon.~