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sakon76Made Perfect
by K. Stonham
released 23rd June 2011
//And when you find your beloved
and wait with them before the temple door
you shall make yourself perfect
and your bond will be rewarded.//
The meeting was devoid of anything Jazz found interesting. No strategic reports on what the 'Cons were up to (they'd been laying quiet for a while, probably doing repairs and recovery, after getting so soundly trounced last month in Hong Kong), the situation with the humans was more of the same as always, scheduled shift changes had nothing to do with him or his team....
The meeting was, basically, domestic housekeeping at its worst.
Out of desperation and boredom, he switched on iTunes and started rifling through his music, looking for anything to keep him from either (a) falling into recharge, (b) running screaming from the room, or (c) making wild propositions that Prowl would surely get him back for later.
He settled on some classic hard rock and within astroseconds had Metallica screaming their lyrics within the privacy of his own audials.
Prowl merely favored him with a passing glance as he sent the updated work shifts to download to all the officers' datapads. Jazz kept his grin internalized, having gotten away with it this time.
::Am I boring you?:: his mate asked him silently across their bond.
Jazz didn't quite freeze--he was too good an Ops agent to give away an obvious tell like that--but he knew he'd been caught out. Slag, he cursed to himself.
::Because if I am, Jazz,:: Prowl told him, outwardly paying no attention, ::I can make things more interesting. Just for you.::
::Prowl...:: Jazz's whine was useless and unheeded, as his sensor webs hummed inevitably, unheard, to life. Prowl had all his codes, full access, and no particular inclinations to mercy when it came to teaching Jazz a lesson.
He would've thought Prowl was being kind, setting the webs only to the lowest setting, a mere thread of sensation, but Jazz had been bound to his lover for far too long to mistake patience for mercy. The warm trickle of pleasure spread from his spark throughout his body like an unseen caress. It wasn't long at all, just moments, before Jazz's systems synchronized and the pulses of warmth were throbbing through him to the beat of Enter Sandman. They weren't hard, they weren't overwhelming... but they were there, everywhere, and there was no getting away from them.
Jazz didn't squirm, didn't show his discomfort, as the subject of discussion turned to the upcoming Fourth of July holiday and what Autobot participation would be in the festivities. He would ordinarily be more interested--after all, parties were the Jazz-man's thing!--but Prowl's damnable little display of possessiveness made caring about the subject... particularly hard.
Primus, he did not just think that!
Jazz did not squirm in his seat as he mentioned that Sunstreaker and Tracks had, of course, volunteered for PR duties in the local parade. Prowl confirmed that both of them had been relatively well-behaved recently. Optimus, taking this into consideration, was willing to let them participate as a reward for that good behavior. Other Autobots, however....
Jazz almost lost himself in the debate about whether or not to let Wheeljack and Cliffjumper anywhere near the fireworks displays, but when that discussion ended he realized his very spark had started pulsing to the same beat as the rest of his body.
He bit back a whimper.
::Prowl...::
::You no longer appear to be bored. Good.:: Without word or motion, the slagger kicked it up a notch, making Jazz's wires hum and buzz, the throbbing of his spark suddenly hot in his chest.
::Hate... you...:: Jazz gritted out, holding on to control for all he was worth. Felt too slagging good. His valve was lubricating itself, aching, anticipating, the same way it did whenever he caught sight of his love's spike.
Prowl favored him with a glance, and that calm almost-smirk on his lips made Jazz's spark pulse all the harder. ::No you don't,:: he said as he looked back to Ratchet, asking for his requisition form to restock the medbay. ::You love me.::
The meeting could not end fast enough.
It lasted another half hour.
By that time, Jazz was within a nanoklik of dropping the whole stupid professional demeanor and jumping across the table, begging his bondmate to take him already and frag him good right there on the conference table, Primes and other officers be damned.
Prowl took a moment to organize his files and notes. He turned his datapad off and slipped it into subspace before rising, turning to his mate. "Jazz, will you get a cube with me?" he asked.
Bastard was even being charming.
"Sure," Jazz managed to say, sounding entirely like himself and not at all like a horny petrorabbit who planned to jump his bondmate as soon as he was allowed to. He'd had plenty of practice, after all.
And people thought he was the wild one in their relationship.
He even managed to walk evenly out of the meeting room, following Prowl back to his office without betraying just how much he wanted.
The door was barely closed behind them before he dropped the facade. "Prowl..." he begged, whining.
His bondmate pressed him back up against that same door. "Open for me," he breathed, one hand barely brushing Jazz's interface plating.
It opened, unfolding away instantly at the command. Jazz whimpered, spreading his legs wider as pale fingers circled his sealed valve, teasing the sensors around its rim, then brushed against the cover to his spike. It irised open at Prowl's desire, the silvery column jutting into the air between their bodies. "So beautiful," Prowl murmured, and brushed a kiss against Jazz's open mouth. "So responsive...."
The tactician folded down to his knees and took the spike in his mouth, oral lubricants slicking its dermal sensors. One hand braced against the door. The other never stopped its teasing ministrations of Jazz's unopened valve.
Jazz let his head drop back against the door, gasping for air to cool his systems. Prowl's mouth was so hot and wet, his wicked tongue scribing glyphs on Jazz's spike. Bastard. The sensors in his spike were enough to tease, to torment... but never enough to set him off. Not without Prowl's permission. He trembled, wanting so bad.
Prowl let the spike slip from his mouth with an audible, almost theatrical pop. He looked up at Jazz with glowing optics as he sent the command that irised the valve seal open. He immediately buried two fingers knuckle-deep into Jazz's valve. They scissored and twisted, setting off every node they touched. "You're so wet," Prowl said. "So tight. For me."
"For you," Jazz gasped in agreement. He mewled as Prowl's fingers worked inside him, slipping, teasing, pressing. Stirring things up. "Let me come," he pleaded. Almost begged.
"Not yet." Prowl stood, fingers still buried inside Jazz, driving him up the wall with unsatisfied need. "You're so beautiful, Jazz," he murmured. The fingers of his other hand circled Jazz's audial, caressed a horn. "So beautiful," he repeated. "Why you chose me...."
Jazz mashed his lips against his lover's, cutting off the self-doubt even as he hitched a leg over Prowl's hip, opening himself wider, subtly pressing the maddening fingers deeper. "Love you," he breathed wildly. "My Prowl. Mine. So beautiful, so smart--" He cut off his own whimper with another desperate kiss.
There was a click, Prowl's interface panel opening, his own spike extending. At the sound, knowing what it was, Jazz's body produced a new wash of lubrication in his valve. As it had been programmed to. The lining clenched unbidden around Prowl's fingers, making them both moan in anticipation as the implanted sensor spheres made their presence felt.
"Please," Jazz begged. "Please, please, please..."
Prowl withdrew his fingers and presented them to Jazz. Jazz took them in his mouth, suckling his own lubricants off them, swirling his tongue around them, a subtle promise of how good it would be for Prowl if he would just concede to take Jazz....
Prowl hissed and pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his tongue even as he finally, finally lined up his spike with Jazz's valve and sunk home.
Jazz's fingers scrabbled at the surface of the door behind him. Prowl felt so big, so thick, filling him completely. Prowl's length pressed eternally inward until he was finally seated, head of his spike firmly pressed against the end of Jazz's valve, setting off every sensor cluster Jazz had. He mewled into the kiss, wanting this, wanting more, harder, never stop--!
He was wordless, head tipped back against the door as Prowl mouthed his neck cables, moving slowly, inexorably inside him, igniting fire. Jazz's chest felt like it was about to explode with how fast, how hot his spark was whirling, engorged, sensitized. All he could do was whimper and endlessly keen Prowl's name, begging for more. He didn't care who might hear through the door.
Prowl growled and hefted Jazz, whirling, slamming his bondmate down onto his desk. Firm hands grasped Jazz's hips as the rhythm of Prowl's thrusts sped up, sharper, faster, setting off every module in Jazz's valve, near-blinding him with stars as the tide rose higher and higher--
Prowl gasped and stilled, barely moving as shocks vibrated his hips. Jazz gasped, feeling his lover's transfluid pulsing inside him, jetting from Prowl's body into his. No! No, he was so close...!
Trembling, Jazz barely vented as Prowl eased out. His whole body was humming, ripe, ready, waiting to overload, needing it... and that was it?!
One of Prowl's hands trailed down Jazz's abdomen. Jazz didn't look at his bondmate, not trusting himself not to do violence.
"I'm not that cruel," Prowl murmured, responding to Jazz's unspoken thought, and dropped to his knees. White hands spread Jazz's white thighs wide, and a clever, wicked glossa circled the slick entrance to the valve once before delving inside, making love orally to his bondmate. Prowl dragged it out for long moments, fanning the flames even higher until Jazz gasped and whimpered and begged again, trembling. And then Prowl finally, finally, released the coded restraint that kept Jazz from overload.
Prowl's tongue deep within him, his body thrumming, spark pulsing hot, there was no way Jazz could not have come. He shouted, fingers gouging furrows into the surface of his lover's desk, valve clenching tight, thighs trapping Prowl's head between them as Jazz sobbed, swamped, overwhelmed by the wave of release.
Prowl's hands ran soothingly up and down the outside of his thighs as Jazz panted, following the ripples and echoes in his body, trying to summon some kind of voluntary control back. He felt weak, like all his controls had been overridden. He was too heavy for motion. Too light for thought. Something. All he could do was lie there, feeling every millimeter as Prowl's tongue slowly withdrew, his lover's exhalations at once hot and cooling between Jazz's legs.
Eventually the dizzying world stabilized. Jazz slowly figured out how to move again, one servo at a time. He released his lover, spreading his legs wider so his bondmate could stand. Prowl's spike, he noted distantly, was already neatly tucked away, though there were smears of lubricant and transfluid on his lover's normally pristine face plating.
Prowl leaned forward for a kiss. "Better?" he asked, one hand cupping over Jazz's spike and valve. Not sure he was up to words just yet, Jazz nodded. "You should trust me more," Prowl chided with another kiss. "I'll never leave you like that."
"I know," Jazz murmured, raising a hand and rubbing a smear of silver off his lover's cheek. He put the finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. His taste and his bondmate's, together. "I love you."
Prowl smiled, a soft, shy thing that few ever saw. Jazz knew he was lucky to be one of them. "I love you," he said, sending the commands that irised Jazz's valve closed, hid his spike away, closed his interface plating. Even the code that shut off the now-soothing pulses from the saboteur's sensor web. Prowl sealed them all with another kiss. "My beautiful, perfect mate."
Author's Note: This is first of a series of probably three, and is largely inspired by the fic Genital Modification on the Transformers kink meme... which is slaggin' hot and right at the very edge of what I can stand as far as dubcon... and an older dubcon/noncon Soundwave/Jazz fic I can no longer find wherein Jazz is a prisoner and Soundwave hacks him to always and only respond sexually to himself. Not knowing who the authors are, I can only hope they won't be offended at what I've done with their concepts. Which is, basically, pretending that this is a G1ish universe (Jazz refused to give up his iTunes reference) wherein the Covenant of Primus has a section akin to the Song of Solomon, the relevant bit of which is at the top of this fic. The idea of making yourself perfect for your bondmate includes, as some interpret it, making yourself into their perfect lover, giving up sexual control to them, trusting them that implicitly. In this matter, Prowl and Jazz, long-bonded in this story, are very much traditionalists.
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Date: 2011-06-24 06:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-24 06:45 am (UTC)Damn damn damn damn woman this was SO HOT!!! When I realized that Prowl had absolute control - that Jazz couldn't even open his valve seal without Prowl sending the signal, I just about died.
Then Jazz begging guh!!!
And the meeting. And that patience is not mercy!
ETA And Prowl tracing glyphs on Jazz's spike with his tongue *dies*
And Cybertronian Song of Solomon! Oh good lord, the next two chapters can't come fast enough.
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Date: 2011-06-24 06:55 am (UTC)need shower nao
Neat idea! Traditionalists indeed! ::leers::
Seconding femme4 re patience =/= mercy. DO LIKE!!! And people think Jazz is the wild one. MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
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Date: 2011-06-24 06:57 am (UTC)Lots and lots of love for this decadently wicked and lovable piece.
Re: Guh...
Date: 2011-06-24 07:40 pm (UTC)Re: Guh...
Date: 2011-06-25 04:18 am (UTC)And I get inspiration from everywhere. Inspiration can run cold after all. I love learning from what and how other people write. What words they use, how they use the words. It's all very educational.
So yes...you did give me inspiration ;)
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Date: 2011-06-24 07:07 am (UTC)now...if you excuse me...I have to go draw a few of those scenes O_O;
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Date: 2011-06-24 07:31 am (UTC)I was totally hoping this would get drawn while reading *thuds*
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Date: 2011-06-24 02:49 pm (UTC)*wait in hopeful anticipation*
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Date: 2011-06-24 07:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-24 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-24 07:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-24 12:34 pm (UTC)*faints*
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Date: 2011-06-24 02:46 pm (UTC)The next chapter will be kind of what you're asking for, but about a different couple arriving at that moment of agreement in their relationship. The PxJ pairing is, perhaps sadly, the focus of only this first chapter; each one will be centered on a different couple, working through the verb tenses of "to make perfect." This one is past; the next will be present; the third will be future, if I can make it work. (The third one is being the most difficult in my head ATM.)
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Date: 2011-06-24 03:40 pm (UTC)GIRL!
This was awesomely hot. And the d/s part of this with some dirtytalk and positively scorching descriptions....
GUH...
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Date: 2011-06-24 05:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-25 08:55 pm (UTC)So does it work both ways?