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He’d meant to tell Jazz. Really. But as the war waged on and as their relationship bloomed. He never found the right time to tell him.
Who is he kidding? Prowl never found the right time to say anything . He wasn’t good with words. Not like Jazz. He smiles at the thought of him. He never would have thought he would find someone. Someone he could trust, someone he could love. Not after everything he’d been through. But maybe Primus was smiling down on him, just this once.
There was never a reason to tell Jazz before, during the war. Their planet was destroyed. There was no abnormal crystal growth for him to explain. No vines suddenly sprouting, no moss starting to glow. Most of Cybertrons flora hadn’t survived. There was no reason for him to tell Jazz he was crystal-touched. Crystal touched mechs were supposed to be a myth. Anyway.
But Prowl was real. Very real. He’d come online in the middle of the great crystal forest. Him being cold-constructed was nothing more than a blatant lie. A lie he told when mechs asked. And it had worked for him. Enrolling in the enforcer program in Praxus had kept him under the radar. He just had to be careful to keep the sudden blooms of crystals and cyberflora away from prying optics. The way crystals bloomed in reaction to his emotions. Flowers growing from his joints when he was happy. Vines growing from the ground trying to carry him as he slowly bled out on the battlefield. Stopping the bleeding and dragging him to safety.
Thorns growing from his back as Chromedome pressed his helm down and forced his needles into his neck–
It’s a wonder that Jazz, wonderful, clever and observant Jazz. Hadn’t picked up on the way the small crystal garden on the ship had nearly threatened to take over the entire room in reaction to Prowl's spark energy yet. The pure
love
radiating from him was enough to force him to scramble to cover up the sudden growth. Thorn covered vines snaked along the ceiling, moving in tandem to Prowl's steady sparkbeat. He’d barricaded the door. The pitiful ‘garden’ had been nothing more than a few trays of random assortments of crystals. Placed neatly on a table in the center of the room. A room that Prowl had made sure to avoid. Until now.
The table wasn’t visible anymore. Dozens of crystals and flowers covered the floor, metal moss glowing under his pedes as he ran his tactical computer at full power, his back braced against the door. Trying to come up with a solution for the problem at hand.
A problem that had first started when Jazz had asked him to bond with him. His spark flutters at the thought. And the crystals grow higher in response to the pure happiness radiating from his EM field. The vines snaking along to wrap around the lighting fixture on the ceiling. Casting leaf shaped shadows throughout the entire room. He’d been so happy. Overjoyed at the concept of conjunxing Jazz. He’d felt flowers starting to bloom on his frame and had quickly agreed before he’d kissed Jazz goodbye before fleeing down the hall. Turning into the nearest room with a lock.
Which had been a mistake. Because the nearest room had been the aforementioned garden. Which had started sprouting as soon as Prowl set foot into the room. The flowers on his palms had bloomed, growing tall as he put them down on the table. Allowing their roots to plug into the metal of the table instead of his servos.
He returns his servos to his side and takes a deep vent. Letting the cool air cycle through his systems. He’d always felt more at ease surrounded by cyberflora. The gentle chiming of metal against metal as the vines and leaves swayed with the ship's ventilation systems had always felt like home. Prowl frowns. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed this. How much he’d missed letting crystals and plants surround him.
//Heyy Prowler. Where'd Ya go?//
Scrap. Bolts. Rustheap. Shit .
Ice blue optics scan around the room frantically. Tactical unit running full power trying to find a way to explain this to Jazz. He hadn’t had time to plan anything. Ideally, he’d have had time to properly analyze everything related to myths and stories Jazz had told him over the countless vorns they’d been at war. He’d have time to form a proper idea of what Jazz thought of it and what he believed. But he didn’t have the time. He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t have time to make a plan. He throws the door open and steps out of the garden. Locking the door behind him. Making sure no-one but him can get in. Not even Optimus’ access key can grant him access.
//We have things we need to discuss, Jazz. Meet me in our habsuite?//
Jazz responds in the affirmative and Prowl starts walking. He doesn’t have anything to be anxious about. Hopefully. The thought doesn’t stop the seed of doubt from growing in his spark. Figurarely.
Jazz is pacing the room when he enters. The mech throws up his servos in a placating gesture as Prowl all but storms into their shared habsuite. A frown firmly on his faceplates.
“Hey, love. I don’t mind waiting. You don’t have to give an answer right away. If you don’t want to bond with me that's fine . I’m happy just as we are.”
Prowls frown deepened as the saboteur smiled softly at him. Meaning every word. Primus, Jazz was the best thing to ever happen to him. He does his best to smile back. Knowing it looks forced. He’d never been able to fake facial expressions.
“No. I’d love to bond with you. But Jazz, there’s… Something you need to know before you decide if you want to bond with me .”
Jazz nods before sitting back on their berth and laying down, opening his arms. Prowl gratefully crosses the remaining distance between them and lays down by Jazz’ side. Carefully tucking his bumper under Jazz’ as he flicks his doorwings, smiling softly at the soft chuckle it earns him.
“Tell me love. I’m all audials.”
The frown returned to Prowls faceplates as he contemplated the best way to go about explaining. It isn’t like explaining his glitch. People, well most people, believe glitches exist and know they affect some mechs. But crystal touched mechs… Not so much.
“Do you know the legend of crystal touched mechs?” He traced absentminded patterns against Jazz’ abdominal plating as the speedster hums. Resting his helm against his shoulder tire.
“The ones believed to have been sparked from crystals themselves?” Prowl hums and starts spelling out ‘I love you’ against Jazz's stomach plating. He stays quiet for a while before finally gathering the courage to bite the bullet.
“I’m crystal touched.”
He feels Jazz systems stall at the thought. He waits for the laughter, the mockery, the accusations. But they never come. Even after all these vorns with Jazz, his processor won’t allow him to simply believe that Jazz loves him. Instead Jazz simply lifts his own servo and places it on top of Prowls, gently pinning it against his abdominal plating.
“Is that why you disappeared after I asked you to bond?” There’s a faint smile in Jazz’ voice. And prowl huffs before responding that yes, that was indeed why.
“I think I remember reading something about cyber flora reacting to crystal touched mechs’ spark and emotions?”
Prowl smiles and nuzzles further against Jazz. A weight lifting from his shoulders as he’s finally able to relax, completely. He shuddered his optics before responding, his systems slowly idling down in tune with the frame beside him.
“Yes. Sudden crystal and cyberflora growth can be caused by strong emotions, but even subtle emotions have an effect.” Jazz hums and draws a pattern on his servo. “How come I haven’t seen anything? Or anyone else for that matter?”
“The war killed off 99.38% of Cybertrons natural flora. There was nothing left to react to my presence. And I was in no place to create any form of it. It would have compromised my position in the army.” Or I would have been called crazy.
“Ah.” There’s genuine surprise in Jazz’ field now. Prowl's optic ridges furrow and he onlines his optics. Looking questionably at his lover. He watches as a smile grows on his faceplates. A short giggle floating out of his voice box as he stares past Prowls doorwings.
Confused, Prowl turns to look over his shoulder. Only for his faceplates to flush bright with energon as he stared at their previous bare room.
Vines and crystals sprout from their berth, covering the walls and floor in cyber flora. He looks back at Jazz briefly, sitting back up on his haunches before averting his gaze again. “Crystals reflect the way you feel, right? So what does this mean?”
Jazz grins at him in a way that tells him he already knows. He just wants to hear him say it.
“Sudden intense growth can be attributed to a crystal-touched mech's positive emotions” Jazz snorts and Prowl glares at him, it’s a playful glare. And Jazz only wiggles his visor at him in response. The enforcers look softened and he laid back down against Jazz. Tucking his face against his neck cables. “Cyberflora acts as an extension of a crystal touched mechs’ frame. Moving as they move. Reacting to their emotions and spark pulse.-” The phantom sensation of needles forcing their way into his frame makes him itch.”- As well as reacting, and even growing from my frame to try and protect me when I am in danger.”
He trails off. Jazz knows what he’s talking about. Who he’s talking about.
Jazz turns and presses a kiss to his helm. Throwing an arm over his waist and pulling him close. “Of course this doesn’t matter. I still want to spend the rest of my functioning with you, love.”
The pure relief that filled Prowl was enough for everything in the room to bloom. Crystals start glowing, the flowers on the vines unfurl in beautifully simple transformations as they snake down from the ceiling to dangle above the intertwined pair.
“So pretty…”
Prowl hums and looks up at the blossoms hanging above them. Smiling in agreement as he sits up again. He’s restless. The relief that Jazz still loves him, that Jazz believes him, leaves his processor racing. Building and combining processor threads left and right as his doorwings flicker.
“Hmm… Would you like me to distract that racing processor of yours?”
He doesn’t need to look at him to see the smug smile slowly creeping across Jazz’s faceplates. He makes a show of considering it before swinging a leg over Jazz’s hips. Straddling his lover and leaning down to kiss him. Doorwings fluttering happily as Jazz eagerly opens his intake for him to explore.
They continue to kiss. Servos stroking and petting the others plating as Prowl slowly grinds his hips against his prone lover’s. Their charge builds slowly. Jumping from their frames as they move. Prowl loses his composure first. And his valve panel snaps back. Jazz immediately moves his servo down to palm at his leaking valve.
“No spike today?” Prowl smirks and shakes his helm. Making a show of pushing down against his servo and fluttering his doorwings seductively. Reveling in the way it makes Jazz engine rev sharply.
Jazz sighs in content and angles his servo, giving Prowl more resistance to grind against. His own panels snapping back. His spike pressurizing lazily. Transfluid dribbles from the tip as he watches his lover take his pleasure.
Prowl huffs, hips stilling as he frowns down at Jazz. “Hurry up and get in me.”
Jazz snorts and helps Prowl lift his hips. Lining his spike up with his dripping valve and letting him sink down.
Prowl sighs and shifts his hips as Jazz spreads him open. Letting the aching sensation in his valve slowly wash away as he grows accustomed to the stretch. Doorwings fluttering happily behind him as he starts to move. Slowly rising off his spike before sinking back down. Moaning softly and wiggling his hips. Valve lips grinding against Jazz’ spike sheath in an intimate kiss as he leans down to steal a kiss for himself.
He pats his partner's hips as he nips and licks at his intake. Urging him to thrust up into him, moaning against him at the new angle. Prowl leans back up and arches his back. Steadying himself before starting to move in tandem with Jazz’ thrusts. The sound of their coupling filling the room. Squelching and clanking as their hips meet. Drowning out all other noise. And Jazz wouldn't have it any other way. Nothing gets him off like listening to Prowl moan and mewl above him, with those doorwings flaring so prettily behind him.
And now. With his Prowler framed by crystals and cyberflora. He looks ethereal.
Prowl moans long and low as an overload finally washes over him. Jerking and grinding against Jazz as his valve ripples and grasps as his spike. Gasping as Jazz thrusts up into him. Chasing how own overload. His doorwings flicker as he falls to the side, keeping his thighs clamped around Jazz’s hips and taking him with him. Keeping his spike inside him as they settle on their sides. It’s a practiced move. Prowl smiles when Jazz retracts his visor.
He throws a leg over Jazz’s waist. “Go on. Take your pleasure.” He pulls Jazz down into a kiss, cradling his face in his servos as he starts to gently thrust. Sighing sweetly into Prowls' intake. It doesn’t take long for him to reach his own overload. But long enough for Prowls valve calipers to grow pleasantly sore from the intense pounding.
He sighs in satisfaction at the feeling of transfluid flooding his gestation tank. Throwing his arms around Jazz’ waist and pulling him impossibly close. Jazz hums and hugs him back. Jerking in surprise when something touches his pede. Prowl chuckles as Jazz’ helm whips up.
It’s a vine. Growing from Prowls pede. Jazz watches in fascination as the cyber flora snakes its way around his legs before wrapping back around to Prowl. Weaving them together.
He smiles as he feels more vines wrapping around his frame. Physically pulling him closer to Prowl.
The overhead light grows dim as giant flowers bloom all around them. He strokes the back of his Prowler's helm. “You happy? ‘S that why this ‘s happening?” Giggling at the pleased rumble of the others engine. He shutters his optics and lets his servo still on the back of Prowl's neck. Smiling against his helm as he feels tense cables relax.
He feels Prowl trading glyphs against the small of his back. He can’t make it out, but that doesn’t matter. Jazz is content to simply bask in the feeling as more vines and flowers grow from Prowls frame. Wrapping themselves around Jazz and blooming. And soon, he follows his lover into recharge. Feeling safe and protected in their little cocoon of love and cyberflora.