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Name of series : Numquam Desistas Chapter 5
Rating : M
Series : Bayverse
Summary : Follow the lives of Prowl and Jazz. Just because they are the Autobots SIC and TIC and traveled millions of worlds and galaxies, doesn't mean they wanted to. Because before the war...they had a life.
Disclaimer: Still not mine
Previous chapter : one, two, three and four
Beta'd by the wonderful gracesolo
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Smokescreen looked at the package in Prowl’s arms that was neatly packed. It was an elegant silver wrapping with a blue bow around it.
“Didn't our creators used to have one of these?” He asked Prowl, who appeared to be deep in though.
“On the contrary, yes. You were away in the academy at the time our sire presented it to carrier.” He motioned the package in his hands.
“Well I'm sure Jazz will love it.”
“I hope so”
They reached the apartment building and transformed. At this point Prowl regarded his brother.
“What part of 'I need you to leave for tonight' didn't you understand?” Annoyance dripped from each word.
Smokescreen grinned “Well if your kicking me our for the night at least let me get some credits, dear brother of mine”
“You could have said that at the shop” Prowl sighed, “Here, these should be enough” He data-bursted him some credits.
“Aww, but I wanted to get my cards as well! Me and the boys were gonna play tonight!” He looked at Prowl, then at the apartment building, then back at Prowl. “On second thought, that bond mate of yours probably made a love nest of your home. I am not prepared for the horrors that lurk there” He greened at Prowl’s unamused expression.
“I am going to count back from five, five, four, three, two-”
“Oh would you look at the time! I better leave my brother to frag his mate otherwise I'll be fragged.” Smokescreen dashed as soon as those words left his vocalizer. “Happy Anniversary!” He yelled just around the corner and disappeared. Prowl just stood there, wings twitching. That is until he heard his name.
“Oi, lover!” He looked up to see Jazz leaning on the ledge of their apartment. “Just gonna stand there all night? Or are ye gonna come up ta cuddle with meh?” Jazz grinned when a couple of passing Praxians gave Prowl weird looks. The black and white mech glared at him mate.
“Did you have your laugh?”
“Nope,” Jazz smiled lovingly at him and sent as much as possible love at him. “But Ah'm about to...”
Prowl returned the emotions and needed no further prompting to enter the building. Once inside his and Jazz's home, Prowl was tackled by a silver blur. Before he had the chance to say anything, he was being kissed passionately by his mate.
“Mmm, missed ya lover,” Jazz tried to deepen the kiss, but a chuckling Prowl pulled away.
“Easy there, beloved. The desert is served after the main course,” he teased a sensor horn.
“Ya know the rules are made so Ah can break 'em,” purred Jazz as he led Prowl to their living room.
Prowl surveyed in awe the transformation of their home. He would never admit it but Smokescreen wasn't joking when he said Jazz had turned the room in to a love nest.
The crystals that glowed dimly in the room projected enough light so bots could see each other, but were dark enough to make everything else look deeper, more enchanted and romantic. The doorwinger observed the table containing a fine batch of high-grade along with Jazz's mild grade and additives, while energon goodies, still warm, produced a homey aroma. The last thing he to noticed was the sofa. A soft fabric was laid there covering the furniture. He could almost feel the material against his warm metal skin.
“A credit for yer thoughts, lover,” purred Jazz as he led him to their table.
“How are you?” He asked, smiling as he placed a hand over Jazz's spark.
“Better than Ah expected actually,” Jazz placed his own hand over Prowl’s “Our little bitlet was more active today.” More active meant tiring, but Jazz didn't mention that.
“Perhaps he knows the occasion,” Prowl leaned and kissed Jazz over the table. The silver mech hummed and cupped Prowl’s left cheek.
After the romantic kiss, they poured themselves energon, fed each other energon goodies and talked about everything in particular, but mostly about what would change when their sparkling would arrive.
“Well Ah know what I'm gonna miss,” grinned Jazz. “Gropin' ya freely in our home.”
“We have a berthroom for that love,” said an amused Prowl, feeding Jazz energon candy. He was drinking his third glass of Vosnian high grade and it was starting to take effect on him.
“I have something for you,” Prowl gently handed him the wrapped package and watched Jazz's expression.
“Oh, it's beautiful Prowler...” purred Jazz as he looked at the three crystals, two small, one big.
Prowl knelt beside him, “This one is yours,” he handed a small crystal, “It goes around your neck and can be placed under the plating when you don't what it to be shown.” He placed it around Jazz's neck, It complimented his frame perfectly. “This one is mine. It's identical to yours.”
Jazz placed it around Prowl’s neck only to notice the small engraving the crystal had. It stated :Jazz. He looked down at his own crystal and saw the same thing, only it said :Prowl.
“You are such a romantic lover,” Jazz kissed him deeply
“The rest. Of the crystal. Is to produce for our creations. That way. Every. One. Will know they are ours.” Prowl pulled away from Jazz who interrupted his sentence more times than he can count, while kissing him.
“And once they grow up and find a mate of their own, they can engrave their name on the crystal,”
“A little early for that, dont'cha think?” Laughed Jazz and proceeded to kiss Prowl senseless. That is until he remembered he hand given Prowl his gift.
He seated the Praxian on the sofa and went next to the music equipment Prowl had presented to him a couple of vorns before they even bonded. It was old but it still did it's job. Jazz refused to get himself a new one, stating this one had to many memories in it.
The music slowly started to play and Jazz went next to Prowl and slowly started to sing in his audio.
What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time
Prowl instantly recognized that song. Jazz had only sung it on their bonding night, but he would never forget it. Oh, how he cherished his bondmate’s voice. Jazz loved to sing, but loved being an enforcer, helping others, doing good. But most of all, he loved Prowl.
'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you
The song progressed and Jazz was now settled in his lap, gently caressing his face while singing, Their bond was filled with all the love they could muster. The active sparkling was for once quiet, giving both of it's creators the privacy they needed.
What day is it?
And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
After the song came to an end, Prowl can't remember how Jazz kissed him senseless. The silver mech was brushing every part of his frame over Prowl leaving silver streaks all over it, along with Prowl leaving his black and white one, as if the two mechs marked each other.
While Jazz was kissing Prowl, his hands had cupped his face. Their glossas were in an endless dance with each other, mapping over and over again the familiar mouth. Soft music was played in the background but neither paid attention to it.
Prowl’s hands weren't still, either - they traced all over Jazz, taking special attention to his hot spots. Jazz moaned into their kiss making Prowl smirk. The smaller mech realizing that he was getting far more aroused than his lover, quickly changed that by leaving Prowl’s mouth and tracing his jaw line, while his hands sent gentle pulses over the wings on his lovers back, knowing well the effect it had on him.
Prowl growled and started placing kisses on Jazz chassis. He murmured words of love for his mate and future child. He used his glossa to brush the wires that were hidden behind the plating making Jazz mew in pleasure. He worked his way up, passing Jazz main line and reaching one on his horns. He used his glossa to trace it from the tip to the bottom, leaving a wet line over the small appendage. Jazz full out hissed and tried to equal the pleasure by ravishing Prowl’s chestplates.
That allowed the perfect angle for Prowl to devour the entire horn with his deep mouth, glossa brushing it inside. Jazz went rigid on the lap of the black and white and when Prowl started caressing his other horn, Jazz brushed their interface covers, signaling Prowl that perhaps it was time to move onto the next stage.
Jazz traced kisses all over Prowl body, passing his pelvic region and traced his glossa over the heated interface panel until he heard the clicking noise. Right now, that was the sweetest sound he herd.
Correction. The way Prowl moaned when his spike pressurized was even better.
Jazz used his glossa to trace it from bottom to it's top, lingering there and teasing his mate. He used his hand and slowly started rubbing it up and down. He herd his mate growl but when Jazz started using his pulses, he full out screamed in delight.
The silver form decided to slow things down and used his mouth, Prowl’s spike deep in his throat. He used his hand as his head went up and down in an all too familiar pattern. At some point after sucking and rubbing, one of Prowl’s servos traveled over Jazz's helm and started caressing the smaller form harder. Jazz knew then that his mate was about to climax and stopped at the tip. He sucked hard on it and used his free hand to send a magnetic pulse over it. And was all Prowl needed. He overloaded hard, spilling his transfluid in Jazz's mouth, who didn't mind at all. This was taster than the sweetest of energon.
Jazz rose from between of Prowl’s legs and went to kiss him passionately over the mouth. Prowl moaned in the kiss, tasting his own bodily fluids. He pressed Jazz helm closer only to feel how hot his lover was. Jazz hadn't overload yet and Prowl was about remedy that.
In a swift move, Jazz was now lying in underneath him. Prowl went strait for his interface cover and removed it without asking Jazz for permission, because he needed none. Jazz's spike didn't pressurize. That appendage had been offline for vorns, as was Prowl’s valve. They didn't need them. Not when the sensations they felt by Prowl spiking Jazz felt ten times better. That small and tight valve around Prowl’s hard spike was more than addicting.
Prowl traced kisses around Jazz wanting valve. It looked incredibly small and tight at the moment and even in his aroused state Prowl knew he had to relax it in order to delve in it.
Jazz mewed in pleasure as Prowl used his glossa. He started panting fast, fans kicking in full at now. He couldn't help but yell when Prowl inserted one finger in his still tight valve and started to slowing pushing in and out. He arched his head back when Prowl started using his glossa as well.
Transfluid started to slid all over Jazz’s thighs as he was getting incredibly aroused. Prowl deemed it time to insert a second finger and not long after the second was in, a third invaded as well. Jazz moaned deeply as Prowl started thrusting in with his fingers, at certain times spreading them, trying to loosen the incredibly tight valve.
He quickened his pace and secured Jazz legs over his shoulders so the smaller mech didn't hurt him. And at one strong stretch of his deeply buried fingers Jazz climaxed just as hard as Prowl did.
“P-Primus” Whispered Jazz. Prowl chucked and leaned over to kiss Jazz over the mouth.
“Designation’s Prowl and maybe Prowler, but Primus works, too,” Prowl grinned and started to devour his mouth again, their glossas fighting for dominance.
“Are you ready?” Heatedly asked Prowl, barely containing himself.
“Ah was sparked ready,” smirked Jazz. Prowl kissed him hard and looked down, using his hand to navigate his spike in to Jazz. The tip was barely in and it still oh so very tight. If this was some one he didn't knew, he would have hesitated, not wanting to hurt them, but he had done this many times with Jazz and knew if done gently it could be painless, and Prowl was very gentle when he wanted to be.
He slowly started to push in, watching Jazz closely for the smallest of sign of pain. But he showed none and within a few moments, Prowl was fully buried in him. Both hissed in pleasure as the Praxian started to pull out and then press back in, his pace steadily growing.
Soon both were captured in the magnificent dance that was interfacing. Jazz's legs were wrapped around Prowl’s midsection, opening himself even more.
All the while, Prowl mapped Jazz's chest plates and the silver form used his magnetic pulses to stimulate Prowl’s wings. Once Prowl felt he was about to overload along with Jazz, he ordered the smaller mech to opened up his chest plates for one last time before the sparkling would be delivered and pushed his spark into Jazz, becoming one with his mate.
They screamed as they both climaxed, Prowl spilling his transfluid in Jazz all the while the pleasure doubled over the bond. Prowl slumped over Jazz. He didn't even had the energy to stand up. But he willed his tired servos to move, knowing he was crushing Jazz.
“I hope I didn't tire you, love. I have planned this night to be quite long,” mumbled Prowl as Jazz regained consignees. He looked down and saw that Prowl's spike was still in him, even their sparks where still linked, but Prowl's weight wasn't on him.
“Tired? Ha! Lover, this night ain't long enough,” Jazz grinned and brought his bondmate into a deep kiss and it quickly grew into something more....something much more......
Rating : M
Series : Bayverse
Summary : Follow the lives of Prowl and Jazz. Just because they are the Autobots SIC and TIC and traveled millions of worlds and galaxies, doesn't mean they wanted to. Because before the war...they had a life.
Disclaimer: Still not mine
Previous chapter : one, two, three and four
Beta'd by the wonderful gracesolo
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Smokescreen looked at the package in Prowl’s arms that was neatly packed. It was an elegant silver wrapping with a blue bow around it.
“Didn't our creators used to have one of these?” He asked Prowl, who appeared to be deep in though.
“On the contrary, yes. You were away in the academy at the time our sire presented it to carrier.” He motioned the package in his hands.
“Well I'm sure Jazz will love it.”
“I hope so”
They reached the apartment building and transformed. At this point Prowl regarded his brother.
“What part of 'I need you to leave for tonight' didn't you understand?” Annoyance dripped from each word.
Smokescreen grinned “Well if your kicking me our for the night at least let me get some credits, dear brother of mine”
“You could have said that at the shop” Prowl sighed, “Here, these should be enough” He data-bursted him some credits.
“Aww, but I wanted to get my cards as well! Me and the boys were gonna play tonight!” He looked at Prowl, then at the apartment building, then back at Prowl. “On second thought, that bond mate of yours probably made a love nest of your home. I am not prepared for the horrors that lurk there” He greened at Prowl’s unamused expression.
“I am going to count back from five, five, four, three, two-”
“Oh would you look at the time! I better leave my brother to frag his mate otherwise I'll be fragged.” Smokescreen dashed as soon as those words left his vocalizer. “Happy Anniversary!” He yelled just around the corner and disappeared. Prowl just stood there, wings twitching. That is until he heard his name.
“Oi, lover!” He looked up to see Jazz leaning on the ledge of their apartment. “Just gonna stand there all night? Or are ye gonna come up ta cuddle with meh?” Jazz grinned when a couple of passing Praxians gave Prowl weird looks. The black and white mech glared at him mate.
“Did you have your laugh?”
“Nope,” Jazz smiled lovingly at him and sent as much as possible love at him. “But Ah'm about to...”
Prowl returned the emotions and needed no further prompting to enter the building. Once inside his and Jazz's home, Prowl was tackled by a silver blur. Before he had the chance to say anything, he was being kissed passionately by his mate.
“Mmm, missed ya lover,” Jazz tried to deepen the kiss, but a chuckling Prowl pulled away.
“Easy there, beloved. The desert is served after the main course,” he teased a sensor horn.
“Ya know the rules are made so Ah can break 'em,” purred Jazz as he led Prowl to their living room.
Prowl surveyed in awe the transformation of their home. He would never admit it but Smokescreen wasn't joking when he said Jazz had turned the room in to a love nest.
The crystals that glowed dimly in the room projected enough light so bots could see each other, but were dark enough to make everything else look deeper, more enchanted and romantic. The doorwinger observed the table containing a fine batch of high-grade along with Jazz's mild grade and additives, while energon goodies, still warm, produced a homey aroma. The last thing he to noticed was the sofa. A soft fabric was laid there covering the furniture. He could almost feel the material against his warm metal skin.
“A credit for yer thoughts, lover,” purred Jazz as he led him to their table.
“How are you?” He asked, smiling as he placed a hand over Jazz's spark.
“Better than Ah expected actually,” Jazz placed his own hand over Prowl’s “Our little bitlet was more active today.” More active meant tiring, but Jazz didn't mention that.
“Perhaps he knows the occasion,” Prowl leaned and kissed Jazz over the table. The silver mech hummed and cupped Prowl’s left cheek.
After the romantic kiss, they poured themselves energon, fed each other energon goodies and talked about everything in particular, but mostly about what would change when their sparkling would arrive.
“Well Ah know what I'm gonna miss,” grinned Jazz. “Gropin' ya freely in our home.”
“We have a berthroom for that love,” said an amused Prowl, feeding Jazz energon candy. He was drinking his third glass of Vosnian high grade and it was starting to take effect on him.
“I have something for you,” Prowl gently handed him the wrapped package and watched Jazz's expression.
“Oh, it's beautiful Prowler...” purred Jazz as he looked at the three crystals, two small, one big.
Prowl knelt beside him, “This one is yours,” he handed a small crystal, “It goes around your neck and can be placed under the plating when you don't what it to be shown.” He placed it around Jazz's neck, It complimented his frame perfectly. “This one is mine. It's identical to yours.”
Jazz placed it around Prowl’s neck only to notice the small engraving the crystal had. It stated :Jazz. He looked down at his own crystal and saw the same thing, only it said :Prowl.
“You are such a romantic lover,” Jazz kissed him deeply
“The rest. Of the crystal. Is to produce for our creations. That way. Every. One. Will know they are ours.” Prowl pulled away from Jazz who interrupted his sentence more times than he can count, while kissing him.
“And once they grow up and find a mate of their own, they can engrave their name on the crystal,”
“A little early for that, dont'cha think?” Laughed Jazz and proceeded to kiss Prowl senseless. That is until he remembered he hand given Prowl his gift.
He seated the Praxian on the sofa and went next to the music equipment Prowl had presented to him a couple of vorns before they even bonded. It was old but it still did it's job. Jazz refused to get himself a new one, stating this one had to many memories in it.
The music slowly started to play and Jazz went next to Prowl and slowly started to sing in his audio.
What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time
Prowl instantly recognized that song. Jazz had only sung it on their bonding night, but he would never forget it. Oh, how he cherished his bondmate’s voice. Jazz loved to sing, but loved being an enforcer, helping others, doing good. But most of all, he loved Prowl.
'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you
The song progressed and Jazz was now settled in his lap, gently caressing his face while singing, Their bond was filled with all the love they could muster. The active sparkling was for once quiet, giving both of it's creators the privacy they needed.
What day is it?
And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
After the song came to an end, Prowl can't remember how Jazz kissed him senseless. The silver mech was brushing every part of his frame over Prowl leaving silver streaks all over it, along with Prowl leaving his black and white one, as if the two mechs marked each other.
While Jazz was kissing Prowl, his hands had cupped his face. Their glossas were in an endless dance with each other, mapping over and over again the familiar mouth. Soft music was played in the background but neither paid attention to it.
Prowl’s hands weren't still, either - they traced all over Jazz, taking special attention to his hot spots. Jazz moaned into their kiss making Prowl smirk. The smaller mech realizing that he was getting far more aroused than his lover, quickly changed that by leaving Prowl’s mouth and tracing his jaw line, while his hands sent gentle pulses over the wings on his lovers back, knowing well the effect it had on him.
Prowl growled and started placing kisses on Jazz chassis. He murmured words of love for his mate and future child. He used his glossa to brush the wires that were hidden behind the plating making Jazz mew in pleasure. He worked his way up, passing Jazz main line and reaching one on his horns. He used his glossa to trace it from the tip to the bottom, leaving a wet line over the small appendage. Jazz full out hissed and tried to equal the pleasure by ravishing Prowl’s chestplates.
That allowed the perfect angle for Prowl to devour the entire horn with his deep mouth, glossa brushing it inside. Jazz went rigid on the lap of the black and white and when Prowl started caressing his other horn, Jazz brushed their interface covers, signaling Prowl that perhaps it was time to move onto the next stage.
Jazz traced kisses all over Prowl body, passing his pelvic region and traced his glossa over the heated interface panel until he heard the clicking noise. Right now, that was the sweetest sound he herd.
Correction. The way Prowl moaned when his spike pressurized was even better.
Jazz used his glossa to trace it from bottom to it's top, lingering there and teasing his mate. He used his hand and slowly started rubbing it up and down. He herd his mate growl but when Jazz started using his pulses, he full out screamed in delight.
The silver form decided to slow things down and used his mouth, Prowl’s spike deep in his throat. He used his hand as his head went up and down in an all too familiar pattern. At some point after sucking and rubbing, one of Prowl’s servos traveled over Jazz's helm and started caressing the smaller form harder. Jazz knew then that his mate was about to climax and stopped at the tip. He sucked hard on it and used his free hand to send a magnetic pulse over it. And was all Prowl needed. He overloaded hard, spilling his transfluid in Jazz's mouth, who didn't mind at all. This was taster than the sweetest of energon.
Jazz rose from between of Prowl’s legs and went to kiss him passionately over the mouth. Prowl moaned in the kiss, tasting his own bodily fluids. He pressed Jazz helm closer only to feel how hot his lover was. Jazz hadn't overload yet and Prowl was about remedy that.
In a swift move, Jazz was now lying in underneath him. Prowl went strait for his interface cover and removed it without asking Jazz for permission, because he needed none. Jazz's spike didn't pressurize. That appendage had been offline for vorns, as was Prowl’s valve. They didn't need them. Not when the sensations they felt by Prowl spiking Jazz felt ten times better. That small and tight valve around Prowl’s hard spike was more than addicting.
Prowl traced kisses around Jazz wanting valve. It looked incredibly small and tight at the moment and even in his aroused state Prowl knew he had to relax it in order to delve in it.
Jazz mewed in pleasure as Prowl used his glossa. He started panting fast, fans kicking in full at now. He couldn't help but yell when Prowl inserted one finger in his still tight valve and started to slowing pushing in and out. He arched his head back when Prowl started using his glossa as well.
Transfluid started to slid all over Jazz’s thighs as he was getting incredibly aroused. Prowl deemed it time to insert a second finger and not long after the second was in, a third invaded as well. Jazz moaned deeply as Prowl started thrusting in with his fingers, at certain times spreading them, trying to loosen the incredibly tight valve.
He quickened his pace and secured Jazz legs over his shoulders so the smaller mech didn't hurt him. And at one strong stretch of his deeply buried fingers Jazz climaxed just as hard as Prowl did.
“P-Primus” Whispered Jazz. Prowl chucked and leaned over to kiss Jazz over the mouth.
“Designation’s Prowl and maybe Prowler, but Primus works, too,” Prowl grinned and started to devour his mouth again, their glossas fighting for dominance.
“Are you ready?” Heatedly asked Prowl, barely containing himself.
“Ah was sparked ready,” smirked Jazz. Prowl kissed him hard and looked down, using his hand to navigate his spike in to Jazz. The tip was barely in and it still oh so very tight. If this was some one he didn't knew, he would have hesitated, not wanting to hurt them, but he had done this many times with Jazz and knew if done gently it could be painless, and Prowl was very gentle when he wanted to be.
He slowly started to push in, watching Jazz closely for the smallest of sign of pain. But he showed none and within a few moments, Prowl was fully buried in him. Both hissed in pleasure as the Praxian started to pull out and then press back in, his pace steadily growing.
Soon both were captured in the magnificent dance that was interfacing. Jazz's legs were wrapped around Prowl’s midsection, opening himself even more.
All the while, Prowl mapped Jazz's chest plates and the silver form used his magnetic pulses to stimulate Prowl’s wings. Once Prowl felt he was about to overload along with Jazz, he ordered the smaller mech to opened up his chest plates for one last time before the sparkling would be delivered and pushed his spark into Jazz, becoming one with his mate.
They screamed as they both climaxed, Prowl spilling his transfluid in Jazz all the while the pleasure doubled over the bond. Prowl slumped over Jazz. He didn't even had the energy to stand up. But he willed his tired servos to move, knowing he was crushing Jazz.
“I hope I didn't tire you, love. I have planned this night to be quite long,” mumbled Prowl as Jazz regained consignees. He looked down and saw that Prowl's spike was still in him, even their sparks where still linked, but Prowl's weight wasn't on him.
“Tired? Ha! Lover, this night ain't long enough,” Jazz grinned and brought his bondmate into a deep kiss and it quickly grew into something more....something much more......