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A/N: Someone requested the Soundwave/Jazz drabbles. I can’t remember who. I think I might have deleted the request email/comment/note/whatever by accident.

Pairings:
Sentinel/Jetfire/Jetstorm-1
Swindle/Starscream; Swindle/Lockdown-1
Swindle/Lockdown-2
Soundwave/Jazz-6
Wasp/Lockdown-3
Prowl/Grimlock/Swoop/Snarl-1

Title: Abuse of Authority
Pairing: Sentinel/Jetfire/Jetstorm
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, DP, dubious consent, incest, oral, slash, sticky, threesome
Summary: Sentinel isn’t above misusing his authority.

Stepping, into Sentinel Prime’s office, Jetstorm and Jetfire trembled as they approached their commanding officer, who was lounging, legs crossed, on a couch, reading over some datapads.

“You wanted to see us, Mr. Sentinel Prime, sir?” Jetstorm asked.

“Have we done something wrong, Mr. Sentinel Prime, sir?” Jetfire inquired.

Sentinel set aside his datapads and motioned for the twins to come closer. “No…no…I’ve just been in so much stress the last few orbital cycles, and I could use some…relaxation.” He uncrossed his legs and patted his thighs. “Would you be willing to help out your superior officer?”

Both twins gulped and stepped closer, gasping as Sentinel grabbed them and pulled them into his lap, servos groping their afts. Saying no wasn’t an option. Sentinel was their superior, and he could make their lives pleasant or miserable. They preferred the latter and allowed Sentinel to continue groping and kissing wherever he pleased, doing their best not gag when his glossa roughly shoved into their mouths.

“Hmm…such sweet little bots,” Sentinel cooed, giving each twin a slap on the aft. “Slide down and put those cute mouths to work.”

“Yes…Mr. Sentinel Prime, sir,” Jetstorm and Jetfire murmured in unison, kneeling before the Prime.

The plating around Sentinel’s groin retracted, and the twins began licking and sucking on the rigid metal that sprung free.

Sentinel moaned and grabbed the back of Jetstorm’s helm, forcing the aerial bot to take his length deeper as he used his other servo to pull Jetfire back up. “Yeah…ungh…keep sucking me. Deeper. C’mon. Take it.” He then leered at Jetfire. “Get on your servos and knees by the armrest.”

Shivering and giving his brother a frightened glance, Jetfire slowly did as commanded, jolting as Sentinel’s servos prodded his aft.

“Open up, my little Fire,” Sentinel murmured. “Let me see that sweet little port.”

Hesitantly, Jetfire did as ordered, crying out as Sentinel’s glossa shoved into his port. The prime jabbed his glossa inside a few times before abruptly pulling away, giving Jetstorm a rough shove, sending the aerial bot stumbling back. He sat up and rammed his cable into Jetfire’s unprepared port, causing the younger mech to wail and claw at the couch.

Sentinel began to piston his hips against Jetfire’s aft, leaning over the younger mech’s back and growling, “Don’t whine. I know you like it.” He slapped Jetfire’s aft hard, eliciting another pained cry. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I…ngh…like it!” Jetfire sobbed.

Sentinel tilted his helm, gazing over at Jetstorm, smirking as the younger mech scowled, fists clenching and unclenching. “Do you feel left out, little Storm?” He sat back down, pulling Jetfire with him, hooking his servos underneath the younger mech’s knees, drawing back the aerial bot’s legs. “Come and join us. I’m sure your brother wouldn’t mind.”

Jetstorm rose up and straddled Sentinel’s lap, cupping Jetfire’s flushed cheek as he retracted his plating, positioning his cable against his brother’s stretched opening. “B--Brother…”

“It’s all right…b--brother,” Jetfire whimpered. “Kiss me?”

Sentinel rolled his optics as the two sweetly kissed one another. “Enough of this sappy slag.”

Grabbing Jetstorm’s hips, he pulled the aerial bot forward, forcing the mech’s plug to slide into Jetfire’s port alongside his own. A piercing scream ripped through Jetfire’s vocalizer as a tearing sensation spread through his passage. Jetstorm tried to keep the pace slow and gentle, but Sentinel wouldn’t allow it. He continued giving hard, erratic thrusts, lowering his servo to pump Jetfire’s cable while he used the other reach around and finger Jetstorm’s port. The room was soon filled with the sounds grinding metal, grunts, curses, and screams. Sentinel was the first to overload, digging his fingers into both mech’s as he was lost in bliss. Jetfire and Jetstorm overloaded together, clinging to one another as they sobbed and called out each other’s names.

Panting, Sentinel pushed the twins from his lap and grumbled, “Clean me up.” Jetfire and Jetstorm weakly slid down from Sentinel’s lap, lapping away the lubricant splattered over the Prime’s groin. “Hmm…both of you were wonderful. You can leave now.”

Jetstorm helped his brother limp from the room, intense hatred etched over both their faceplates.

Title: At the Mercy of a Gun
Pairing: Starscream/Swindle; Swindle/Lockdown
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, non-con, slash, squick, sticky
Summary: (Sequel to some other drabbles. AU) Swindle finds himself cornered yet again.

“No! No! Please! Don’t!” Swindle screamed, servos clawing at the dirty ground of a back alley. “Let me go!”

He had foolishly let himself be cornered again by Starscream, lulled into a false sense of security by the promise of credits for his merchandise. With Starscream’s treacherous history, he shouldn’t have let his greed get the better of him.

“Calm down, sweetspark,” Starscream cooed, tightening his servo around Swindle’s neck, “I don’t want to harm you…seriously anyway.” He ran his glossa over the back of Swindle’s helm, causing the smaller mech to shudder. “You use to enjoy my touch…before that wretched bounty hunter began meddling in our affairs.” His free servo dipped between the purple and tan mech’s groin, squeezing hard. “This belongs to me.” His voice was laced with lust and venom, and he drew his servo back, groping the smaller mech’s aft. “This too.” He leaned over Swindle’s form, whispering harshly into the mech’s audio. “All of you…belongs to me, and I’ll do with you as I see fit.”

“No!” Swindle growled. “I’m not your property!”

Swindle twisted his arm around, aiming his massive gun at Starscream’s face. The seeker snarled in fury and ducked to the side as a laser blast whipped by him. He snagged the gun and violently tore it from Swindles’ arm, causing the arms dealer to wail in misery as a gaping hole with frayed wires sparked and sizzled.

“Naughty, naughty,” Starscream taunted, shoving Swindle’s face into the ground. “Although…I do have to admit that this is a nice weapon. I wonder if it could have another purpose.”

Swindle’s lavender optics widened in horror as an electric pulse emitted from Starscream’s servo, shooting down to his groin and aft, forcing his protective armor to retract.

“Oh…I’ve missed that cute little port of yours,” Starscream leered. “I’ll be nice and stretch you open before I take you.”

“Wha--!” Swindle snarled, becoming silent as dread seeped over his processor. The butt of his gun was pressing against his port. “N--No! You can’t be serious! You’ll deactivate me! Stop!”

“Stop squirming,” Starscream chided, applying more pressure to the gun. “I promise you’ll enjoy this.”

A pained scream pierced through the night air as a burning, agonizing, stretching sensation filled Swindle’s port. The tip of the gun barrel eased inside, and his internal wiring throbbed against the metal intrusion, starting to tear under the pressure. His entire body seized up, twitching as the agony intensified.

“H--Hurts! Primus! Please! Stop!” Swindle screeched, fighting to escape the seeker’s hold. “Ngh! Ah! Ah!”

“Shh…my pet,” Starscream soothed, pressing his finger on the trigger. “It’ll get better. Trust me.” He smirked as lubricant seeped out the mech’s stretched port. “You’re getting wet. You like it.”

The barrel began to heat up, and Swindle screamed even louder as more of the gun started pushing inside. He was about to purge his fueling tanks when the weight over him was ripped away. The gun plopped out to the ground, and Swindle collapsed in a panting heap, tilting his helm to gaze at the commotion behind him. A relieved smile formed on Swindle’s faceplates when he spotted Lockdown punching and kicking Starscream. The bounty hunter had come to his rescue yet again. He made a mental note to thank Lockdown and then passed out from the pain.

Title: Cast Aside?
Pairing: Lockdown/Swindle
Rating: PG
Warnings: angst, slash
Summary: (AU) Lockdown has had enough…

Even with sedation, Swindle was in severe pain for the next ten orbital cycles. Lockdown cared for him on The Death’s Head, often muttering how he was going to tear Starscream’s wings off the next time he saw the seeker. Lockdown was gentle while caring for Swindle, but the bounty hunter was gruff when speaking to him and spent little time talking at all. On the eleventh orbital cycle, Swindle had regained his strength and could move around without pain. The Death’s Head docked on a neutral planet, and Lockdown gave Swindle a rough shove toward the docking door.

“What’s been eating at you?” Swindle asked. “You’ve barely said anything to me…”

“It doesn’t matter what I say,” Lockdown growled. “You’re just going to do what you want.”

“What are you babbling---” Swindle began.

“I warned you before to stay away from Starscream…and you didn’t listen,” Lockdown mumbled. “I warned you again to stay away…and you didn’t listen. I can’t keep coming to your rescue, Swindle, and I don’t want to run down an alley one cycle and find your lifeless body in the gutter.” He turned away from the arms dealer. “Go on. Do what you want…just…get out.”

As Lockdown’s retreating form disappeared, Swindle couldn’t recall a time his spark ached so much.

Title: Stowaway
Pairing: Swindle/Lockdown
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: fingering, frot, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU) Swindle isn’t going to give up on Lockdown.

Swindle hid out in the cargo bay as The Death’s Head took flight. He knew Lockdown followed a particular routine, and he snuck out during the time the bounty hunter was suppose to be deep in recharge. Sure enough, he found Lockdown laid out on a berth, snoring loudly. He crawled up onto the berth, straddling Lockdown, dipping his face into the curve of the bounty hunter’s neck, licking a few cables. He cried out in shock when he was flipped over, red optics flickering online and staring furiously at him.

“Swindle?!” Lockdown gasped.

“I--I couldn’t leave,” Swindle whimpered. “I want to stay with you. I’m…sorry for not listening to you. Please…don’t throw me out.”

Lockdown’s expression softened, and he rolled onto his side, hugging Swindle tightly to his chassis. “You frustrate the slag out of me…but I like having you around. I shouldn’t have tried to kick you out. I’m just not good at…discussing feelings…”

“Oh?” Swindle chuckled. “Then why don’t you just…show me how you feel?”

Lockdown smirked and cupped Swindle’s cheek, leaning in to give the mech a languid kiss. The kiss lasted a few minutes before Swindle pulled away, grasping Lockdown’s servo, nuzzling the palm before moving in to suckle on the digits. Lockdown’s intakes hitched as Swindle’s warm mouth and glossa laved his fingers. Letting the fingers slip from his mouth, Swindle guided Lockdown’s servo down to his aft, retracting his plating, shuddering as the bounty hunter’s fingers brushed over his port. Lockdown was hesitant in touching Swindle, and he tried to pull away.

“Please?” Swindle begged. “I’m ready.”

“Just my fingers,” Lockdown murmured.

A soft moan passed Swindle’s lips as Lockdown’s fingers gently massaged his port. The plating on Lockdown’s groin slid away, and Swindle gasped as the bounty hunter’s cable rubbed over his plug, eagerly thrusting his hips to get more friction.

“Yeah…let me hear that sexy voice,” Lockdown growled.

Swindle bucked and panted hard as Lockdown’s fingers eased inside, pumping slowly. It only took three more thrusts for Swindle to overload. The erotic sight drove Lockdown wild, and he quickly followed in overload.

“Oohh…I’ve missed your touch,” Swindle moaned, snuggling into the bounty hunter.

“Missed you too,” Lockdown panted.

Swindle nuzzled into Lockdown’s chassis, happy to be warm and safe.

Title: A New Start
Pairing: Soundwave/Jazz
Rating: G
Warnings: angst, slash
Summary: (AU/Crack!--Sometime after Sound and Fury. Jazz has returned to Earth and is stationed alongside the Autobots.) Soundwave stumbles across Jazz.

Soundwave grunted in pain as he trudged through a wooded area on the outskirts of Detroit. Hours earlier, he had reassembled himself and retreated from the city, hoping to find a quiet area to reflect on his disastrous encounter with Bulkhead. He tried numerous times to create a com link with Megatron, but each attempt failed. At first he thought it was a malfunction, but a sad realization eventually dawned on him. He had been abandoned for his failure. Slumping against a tree, Soundwave hung his helm in sorrow. Then, a beautiful voice, singing and humming, caught his attention. He rose back up and followed the noise, stopping when he spotted a white and black mech leaning against a small shuttle, blue visor shimmering in the sunlight, helm swaying back and forth, fingers snapping along to a beat he couldn’t hear. The mech’s lovely smile made his circuitry tingle, and his faceplates heated up. He found this new sensation unnerving and took a step back, freezing up when a twig crunched under his pede.

“Hey! Who’s out there?!” the white and black mech called out.

Soundwave bolted. He had spotted the Autobot symbol on the mech’s chassis. He was certain torture and death would follow if he were captured. In his panicked state, he didn’t pay attention to his surroundings and tripped over a log, rolling hard across the ground.

“Hey, man, you all right?”

Once his vision stopped spinning, Soundwave found the mech kneeling over him. He flinched when the mech’s servo touched his helm.

“Easy…Soundwave.”

Soundwave shuddered. “So…you do know my…designation.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you…from the others,” the mech stated.

“Autobots,” Soundwave hissed. “I have no valuable information, and I have no desire to be a slave. Offline me.”

The mech frowned. “I…have no idea what you’re talking about…but you’ve got the wrong idea about Autobots.” He extended his servo. “My name is Jazz. You’re in bad shape, and you really need a tune up. Come with me to my shuttle. Let me help you. ”

Soundwave snarled and shoved Jazz’s servo away. “I’m not stupid, Autobot.” He tried to stand back up and doubled over in pain. “Please…mercy…just offline me. I have no where else to go. No one will…accept me now.”

Jazz grabbed Soundwave’s arm and placed it over his shoulder, lifting the mech up, helping him walk. “I think there’s a big misunderstanding going on here.” He gave the blue and black mech a warm smile. “I swear…I won’t harm you, and I won’t let anyone else harm you.”

“Why…are you so willing…to help me?” Soundwave asked, digging his pedes into the ground, trying to keep Jazz from carrying him off.

“As I said…there’s a big misunderstanding going on here,” Jazz chuckled. “I think someone gave you some bad info, dig? Besides, no bot deserves to be left alone. Just let me help you…please?”

Sighing, Soundwave stopped dragging his pedes and limped alongside Jazz toward the shuttle.

Title: Consideration
Pairing: Soundwave/Jazz
Rating: G
Warnings: slash
Summary: (AU) Soundwave considers an offer made by Jazz.

Three days passed since Soundwave first met Jazz, and the cyber-ninja hadn’t turned him over to the Autobots. He was fully repaired and allowed to hide out on the shuttle.

“I can’t stay here forever,” Soundwave muttered.

“I…know,” Jazz sighed, sitting beside the blue and black mech. “Would you just consider coming to the base…please? The others…”

“I don’t want to talk about that!” Soundwave snapped. He lowered his voice and let out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry…you’ve done so much for me. I’ll…consider…it.”

“Thank you,” Jazz murmured, giving Soundwave’s servo a gentle squeeze. “There’s something else I’d like you to do for me.” He held up a small disk. “This contains information about Autobots, Decepticons, Neutrals, Cybertron, and plenty of other groovy stuff. Watch it…please?”

“…All right…” Soundwave replied, taking the disk, “but stay with me. I…may want to ask you…some things.”

“Sure,” Jazz stated.

Title: First Taste of Energon
Pairing: Soundwave/Jazz
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: slash
Summary: (AU) Soundwave can’t hold his energon.

The first taste of energon was exhilarating for Soundwave. It made his circuitry tingle and heightened all of his senses. The downside: it made his movements sluggish and made his libido spiral out of control. When Jazz sat next to him on the berth, he wrapped his arms around the cyber-ninja’s waist. Jazz squirmed and blushed as Soundwave nuzzled his neck.

“S--Soundwave?” Jazz asked.

“You’re…so warm…and soft,” Soundwave murmured. “Let me…hold you.”

“Ha…I think you’ve had enough energon for tonight,” Jazz chuckled.

Soundwave’s helm tilted back, and a portion of his mask retracted, revealing a mouth that matched the gold plating. Jazz didn’t understand why Soundwave continued to wear a mask. His lips were perfect, and it was a shame to have them covered up.

“Like…what you see?” Soundwave inquired.

Jazz snapped out of his trance. “Well…ah…look…you’ve had too much to drink. You should lay down…”

Soundwave leaned in and pressed his mouth to Jazz’s lips. Jazz gasped, giving Soundwave a chance to plunge his glossa inside the cyber-ninja’s mouth. Jazz didn’t know to react. The kiss was pleasant, but he knew this was wrong.

Jazz managed to break away. “Soundwave…we…shouldn’t…”

“I want you,” Soundwave cooed. “You’re gorgeous. Please?” He dipped his servo between Jazz’s thighs, trying to fondle the mech’s groin. “Please?”

Jazz’s servo shot up and pinched a cable in Soundwave’s neck. Dizziness swept over Soundwave, and he collapsed to the berth.

“Sorry…but I’d prefer if you were sober,” Jazz muttered.

Title: Siren’s Song
Pairing: Soundwave/Jazz
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, oral, rimming, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU) Jazz is Soundwave’s siren.

“Sing for me…please?” Soundwave asked.

Jazz chuckled, “Is my voice that nice sounding?”

“Your voice isn’t nice…it’s beautiful,” Soundwave replied. “Sing…please?”

Jazz thought for a moment, and he chose to sing something from the old Cybertronian dialect. He snuggled into Soundwave, tracing his lips over the mech’s neck as he hummed.

The soft vibrations made Soundwave shudder, “Oh…that feels…incredible.”

Jazz smirked and slid down, pressing his mouth to Soundwave’s groin and hummed. The plating retracted, and Soundwave’s cable pushed into Jazz’s slick mouth. Soundwave let out a sharp cry and jerked away.

“Sorry…I should have asked before doing that,” Jazz muttered.

“It’s all right,” Soundwave panted. “This is all…so new to me. Please…continue.”

Jazz resumed singing and nuzzled Soundwave’s length. Moaning, Soundwave grabbed the edges of the berth and bucked his hips, processor clouded in pleasure when Jazz licked him.

“Ah…aha!” Soundwave panted. “Jazz!”

Humming low, Jazz swallowed Soundwave’s plug, using his servos to massage the blue and black mech’s thighs.

Soundwave bucked again and cried out, “Jazz! Overload approaching!”

Humming louder, Jazz bobbed his helm, sucking faster, flicking his glossa over the leaking slit of the younger mech’s bonding shaft. After a few more bobs, hot lubricant flooded Jazz’s mouth, and Soundwave screamed above him, falling limply to the berth.

Sitting up, Jazz ran his servo over Soundwave’s damp cheek. “Wow…never made a bot pass out before.”

Soundwave’s visor flickered, and Jazz cried out in shock when he was grabbed by the shoulders and hauled onto the berth. He cried out again when Soundwave’s servo pressed over his chassis and a low sonic wave coursed through his armor straight to his spark.

“Does that feel good?” Soundwave asked.

“Yes! Oh, Primus, yes!” Jazz screamed, writhing as another wave filtered into his spark.

Soundwave’s other servo drifted down to Jazz’s crotch, fondling the heated metal as he let out a stronger sonic wave. Kneeling to the floor, Soundwave retracted his mouth shield and extended his glossa, swiping it over the red arrow on Jazz’s armor. Jazz bucked and whined, sliding back his paneling. Soundwave gaped at Jazz’s exposed cable and port. He couldn’t resist flicking his glossa over the tiny opening, moaning as sweet lubricant spilled out. Slowly, he pushed his glossa inside, teasing and tasting the warm, soft wiring.

“Ah! Please…I…want…” Jazz whimpered.

“That’s it,” Soundwave cooed, giving Jazz’s port a tender kiss. “Tell me what you want.”

“Your…ngh…cable!” Jazz yelled. “I want your cable!”

Soundwave climbed up onto the berth, shivering as Jazz’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. “You…really want me?” Another shiver trailed down his backside as the tip of his stiff cable touched the cyber-ninja’s wet opening. “You’re certain?”

Snaking his arms over Soundwave’s back, Jazz answered by thrusting his hips forward. Both screamed in pleasure as they connected. The hot, silky passage enclosing him nearly made Soundwave swoon. The same nearly happened to Jazz as the younger mech’s massive girth filled him to the point of pain. He had never taken a mech so big, and Soundwave took notice of the pleasure and pain etched across his faceplates. Soundwave kept his hips still, kissing and nuzzling Jazz’s face, eliciting a pleased mewl from the cyber-ninja.

“Move…I’m ready,” Jazz murmured, wiggling his aft.

Rocking his hips, Soundwave growled. “Continue singing. Let me hear your beautiful voice.”

With a shaky voice, Jazz resumed singing, pitch heightening as Soundwave’s slow, gentle pace became faster and rougher. Soundwave emitted more sonic waves, causing Jazz to thrash and buck wildly. His singing reached an even higher peak when Soundwave groped his headlights, fingers dipping behind the glass to scrape over wires. Jazz’s visor glowed bright blue, and he stopped singing to shout out something Soundwave couldn’t translate as a violent overload ripped through him, steam rising from his frame as his circuitry sizzled from the intensity of it. He continued screaming the same phrase over and over until the pleasure ebbed away. The erotic display was too much for Soundwave, and he slammed his lips over Jazz’s mouth in a frenzied kiss as he followed the cyber-ninja in bliss. Chassis heaving and internal fans whirring like crazy to control overheating, Soundwave rolled onto his side.

“What…was that you screamed?” Soundwave inquired.

Blushing, Jazz murmured, “It’s from the ancient Cybertronian language. I screamed…I love you.”

“Did you…mean it?” Soundwave gasped.

“Yes…I did,” Jazz replied, “but…I understand if you don’t feel the same way. I shouldn’t have…”

Soundwave silenced Jazz with a searing kiss. “I love you too, my beautiful siren.”

Jazz smiled warmly. “Siren?”

“Sea nymphs, from human legends,” Soundwave cooed, “that hypnotized sailors with their beautiful singing.” He snuggled into Jazz. “You’ve hypnotized me, pretty siren, and have changed my protocol concerning Autobots…and humans. I love you. I want to stay with you…forever.”

“Soundwave,” Jazz murmured. “I want that too.”

Title: Switching Factions
Pairing: Soundwave/Jazz
Rating: G
Warnings: slash
Summary: (AU) Soundwave switches sides.

The re-introduction to the Autobot base did not go smoothly. The small group of Autobots were angry and mortified that a fellow comrade had brought a former enemy into their home, especially Bulkhead. Soundwave couldn’t blame them for the mistrust shining in their optics. He caused a lot of damage and nearly killed quite a few innocent people, including Sari. It was going to take time for the tension to ebb away and to rebuild trust as well. Jazz remained supportive and stuck close to him during the hard times. With the cyber-ninja at his side, Soundwave didn’t regret giving up on his Decepticon ideals.

Title: Becoming Bondmates
Pairing: Soundwave/Jazz
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU) Bondmates.

Jazz gasped as Soundwave pressed into him with a solid, even stroke, letting out a soft whine. He couldn’t move due having his arms being restrained by the younger mech’s servos. His legs were pushed backwards and held down by the weight of Soundwave’s body, cable gliding in and out of him. Soundwave paused for a moment when he felt Jazz tense.

“Oh…stop teasing me,” Jazz whined.

“Shh…I don’t want you to overload so soon,” Soundwave murmured, pulling the cyber-ninja’s visor off, wanting to see those beautiful azure optics. “I want to draw this out for as long as possible.”

Jazz wrapped his arms around Soundwave’s neck, overwhelmed by the blinding, passionate sensation that set every circuit in him on fire. “Please…ngh…I need more! I need you!” He clawed at Soundwave’s chassis. “All of you…please?”

Soundwave was reluctant to expose his spark chamber, knowing he was different and terrified that Jazz would find him repulsive. “I hope…I’m not a disappointment.”

Jazz gasped as Soundwave’s chestplates split open, revealing a bright white mass that pulsed and shot off tiny sparks. “You’re gorgeous, baby. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

Soundwave’s optics nearly rolled back behind his visor as Jazz’s nimble fingers traced over his spark. “I--I want to merge with you.”

“Yeah…want that too,” Jazz cooed, opening his spark chamber. “I’m all yours, big bot.”

Leering down at Jazz, Soundwave lowered his chassis. Their heated sparks twined and throbbed, pleasure jolting through their circuitry. Soundwave began thrusting into Jazz again, setting up a rhythm of unbearable bliss that seared through him, drawing a moan from him as he felt the cyber-ninja tremble beneath him. Soundwave let himself lose control, and he moved faster, harder, stabbing forward with unbridled passion. Jazz’s soft mewls were music to his sensitive audio. Watching Jazz, his optics closed, brow speckled with beads of dampness, plump lips parting to let out sensuous groans, Soundwave realized he had never seen anything more stunning. He leaned in and kissed Jazz’s parted lips, drowning out the cyber-ninja’s desperate cries. With a final thrust, he climaxed, twined spark bursting with energy, and he heard Jazz follow with a soft cry. Soundwave buckled on top of his lover as rapture flamed through him, which gradually ebbed down to a faint tingling.

“I love you, Soundwave,” Jazz sighed, giving the younger mech a romantic kiss.

“I love you too, Jazz,” Soundwave murmured. “…When do our sparks untwine?”

Jazz gazed down at his chassis and gulped. Their sparks were stuck together. He had never heard of anything like this ever happening before. When both mechs tried to sit up, the movement made their sparks pulsate in pleasure, and they fell back to the berth.

“Ratchet is going to hate us,” Jazz mumbled.

Title: Bad Choice
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Warnings: angst
Summary: (AU) While running from Sentinel, Wasp makes a bad choice.

Wasp panted in exertion as he sped across a massive asteroid, having just jumped from a transdimensional gate with Sentinel on his bumper. There was no sign of the Prime at the moment, but that could quickly change. He needed to find shelter and a way to get to Earth to track down Bumblebee and make the yellow bot pay.

In the distance, he spotted a strange red and gray ship. Desperate for any form of escape, he ignored the little voice in the back of his processor telling him to run away and found a way to sneak aboard the vessel. He hid out behind a set of crates in the cargo bay, tensing when he heard footsteps. Panicking, he opened up one of the crates and crawled inside, peaking out a small crack. Condensation dribbled down his brow as a monstrous green and black spiked mech stepped into view. The mech’s ruby optics gazed over at his hiding place, staring for a few tense moments before turning away. The mech opened up a crate, revealing a huge stock of energon, and then exited the room. The ship began to vibrate, and Wasp guessed they were now taking off.

“What has Wasp gotten himself into?” Wasp whimpered, crawling out.

It was too late to leave. He was trapped. Grabbing a cube of energon from the stockpile, Wasp slumped to the floor.

“Wasp in so much trouble,” Wasp muttered, rubbing his brow as he drank down the cube.

Title: Prisoner to a New Stockade
Pairing: Wasp/Lockdown
Rating: PG
Warnings: slash
Summary: (AU) Wasp has a new prison.

It was hard to keep track of time in deep space, especially since Wasp’s internal clock had started malfunctioning during his stressful incarceration. He guessed two or more days had passed since he snuck onto the strange mech’s ship, most of which he spent sleeping in a cramped crate. He only ventured out to swipe energon, fearful that monstrous mech would catch him. He prayed the ship would land soon so he could sneak off. On the fourth or fifth day, the top of his crate was ripped off, and he was dragged out by the neck.

“Let Wasp go!” Wasp screamed, swiping his charged stingers at the black and green spiked mech.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” the mech growled. “You’ve been stealing my energon, little stowaway. I’ve been watching you on my surveillance system.”

Wasp blinked in confusion. “Why did big bot wait so long to get Wasp?”

Lockdown remained silent and gave Wasp a wicked smirk. Then, it dawned on Wasp. The mech knew right from the beginning that he had boarded the ship. The mech had set him up. He snarled in fury when the mech’s hook scraped down his chassis toward his groin.

“Perverted bot!” Wasp snapped. “Release Wasp!”

The mech gave a few of Wasp’s neck cables a painful squeeze, silencing him. “Better show me some respect, little bot. You chose to trespass on my ship. You chose to steal my energon. You’ve cost me quite a bit of credits, and you need to pay that back.”

“Wasp doesn’t have credits,” Wasp growled.

“There’s another way you can pay,” the mech leered.

Wasp frantically shook his helm. “No! Disgusting bot!”

“Either you cooperate or I’m going to rip off your stingers and toss you out into space,” the mech snarled.

Wasp stopped struggling and offlined his optics. “Please…don’t hurt Wasp.”

“Behave and I promise to be gentle…for a while at least,” the mech murmured. “I’m Lockdown, but you can call me Master…little pet.”

Title: Plaything
Pairing: Wasp/Lockdown
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: oral, non-con, rimming, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU) Nothing but a plaything to a sadistic bounty hunter.

Wasp let out an agitated growl as he was pulled into Lockdown’s lap. The bounty hunter laughed and took a swig of energon. He slammed his lips over Wasp’s mouth, using his glossa to push the liquid into the smaller mech’s mouth. Gagging, Wasp shoved at Lockdown’s shoulders, cursing in fury when the bounty hunter poured energon over his chassis.

“Stop struggling,” Lockdown growled, “or do I need to get rough with you?”

“…Sorry…Master-bot,” Wasp grumbled. “Wasp…will…behave.”

Smirking, Lockdown licked and nuzzled Wasp’s chassis. “That’s better, little pet. Now, open up that plating and let me get a taste of you.”

“P--Please…W--Wasp…n--never…” Wasp began.

Lockdown’s grin grew wide and predatory. “Virgin metal, hmm? Saving yourself for someone special?”

“Wasp not interested in interfacing,” Wasp mumbled. “Wasp has other things on processor.”

“Well, I look forward to changing that,” Lockdown chuckled.

A startled yelp came from Wasp as Lockdown grabbed his hips and flipped him upside down. His helm rested between Lockdown’s thighs, and his legs hooked over the bounty hunter’s shoulders, pedes trapped between the shoulder spikes. Heat pooled to his cheeks when he realized his groin was inches from Lockdown’s mouth. He let out a panicked whimper when Lockdown’s long, thick glossa snaked out and slid over his paneling.

“You know what I expect of you,” Lockdown growled. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

With fear of pain looming over him, Wasp opened his plating and sobbed as Lockdown’s glossa curled over his cable, causing the length to stiffen under the gentle caress. The pleasurable sensation confused Wasp. He shouldn’t have been enjoying this, and he squirmed, whining as Lockdown held him tighter. He screamed and thrashed, clawing at Lockdown’s thighs when the bounty hunter’s glossa trailed down and pierced his port.

“Ah! Master-bot stop! Not there!” Wasp cried. “Hurts!”

“Don’t worry…you’ll enjoy this,” Lockdown stated in between licks.

“No! No!” Wasp wailed. “Wasp is overheating! Wasp doesn’t like this! Stop! Please!”

Lockdown ignored Wasp’s pitiful cries, probing deeper within the green mech’s port.

“Hurts! Hurts! Hurts!” Wasp sobbed.

Lockdown didn’t stop until a painful overload ripped through Wasp.

Title: Claimed
Pairing: Wasp/Lockdown
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, angst, DP, non-con, slash, squick, sticky, toys
Summary: (AU)

Wasp squirmed as chains painfully bit into the metal around his wrists and pedes, cursing in fury as Lockdown fondled his plated groin.

“Hmm…someone’s in a feisty mood,” Lockdown sneered. He flinched when the younger mech spat oil across his faceplates. “My, my, such bad behavior, little pet.” He wiped the oil away and smeared it over Wasp’s chassis. “I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

Searing pain enveloped Wasp as the plating around his groin and aft was slowly peeled off with Lockdown’s hook. After a few more, meticulous, torturous scrapes, Lockdown trailed his hook down to Wasp’s exposed port, jamming the pointed metal weapon as far he could without causing any serious damage. Wasp’s optics widened, and he screamed in misery, struggling to free himself from the binds.

“Say you’re sorry, and maybe I’ll remove my hook,” Lockdown laughed, twisting his hook, tip catching a few sensitive wires. “If not…I’ll just have to tear your internals out.” He would never mortally wound his pretty captive; he just loved the look of fear shining in those bright lavender optics. “What do you say, little pet?”

Tears stinging his optics, Wasp wailed, “Wasp sorry! Please, stop hurting Wasp! Please…Master-bot! Wasp so sorry!”

“Mmm…I love it when you beg,” Lockdown murmured, withdrawing his hook. “I’ll give you a reward.”

A mortified expression formed over Wasp’s faceplates as the hook retracted into Lockdown’s arm, and a gray phallus pushed out. Wasp nearly retched when the tip touched his opening and vibrated.

“No…no…no,” Wasp sobbed.

“Show some gratitude, little pet,” Lockdown chuckled. “I’m going to prepare you for something better.”

Wasp shook his helm as Lockdown’s plating retracted, revealing a huge, twitching cable. “That won’t fit in Wasp!”

Lockdown’s chassis rumbled with laughter. “I’ve had bots smaller than you, and it fit just fine. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you, little pet.”

An agonized scream came from Wasp as the phallus rammed into his virgin port, strong vibrations making his torn, internal wiring sting. He screamed again when Lockdown’s mouth engulfed his limp cable, glossa teasing the length to firmness. Feeling disgusted from his body’s reaction, Wasp sobbed pitifully, dentals gritting as he felt Lockdown’s plug prodding him.

“Let’s see if you can handle two,” Lockdown leered, closing his servo around Wasp’s cable, pumping in time with the toy.

“…Aaahh!” Wasp yelled.

Lockdown’s length crammed inside his port alongside the vibrating phallus. Wasp thought he had experienced horrific pain before. This was unbearable. His optics rolled back, and he let out soft grunts, twitching hard as his body started going into shock. Lockdown continued pumping his cable, thumb swiping over the wet slit, and the stimulation started making his groin tingle. His processor could barely register the fact that he was going to overload from this monster’s sadistic touch. He stopped making any form of noise as overload washed over him, and a blackness overtook his optics. He could hear Lockdown shouting above him and hot fluid spurting inside him before succumbing to darkness completely.

Eventually, Wasp woke to energon being forced into his mouth, gagging as it went down the wrong pipe, shoving at Lockdown’s servo. “Please…let Wasp rest! Wasp so tired…and in so much pain!”

Lockdown pulled away and gave Wasp’s sore aft a tender pat. “I suppose you’ve earned a rest. I put a sedative and a healing agent in the energon you just drank. You should be fine in a few hours.” He kissed the top of Wasp’s helm. “Then, we can start the fun all over again. I’m really eager to play with your spark.”

Wasp thought he had it bad in the stockades. Lockdown was going to prove him wrong with every second of every passing day.

Title: Rutting Season
Pairing: Prowl/Grimlock/Swoop/Snarl
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: hinted MPREG, mild violence, slash
Summary: (AU) Prowl gets caught in between three agitated Dinobots.

“I’ve been hearing some rather disturbing reports of unexplained explosions and loud roaring coming from this island,” Prowl growled. “Now, I recently set up a surveillance system around this island, and I know for a fact that no human or bot has trespassed on your territory. So…what is going on with the three of you?”

Grimlock, Swoop, and Snarl, all in beast mode, stared at Prowl with blank optics.

Prowl sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Look…it’s not a good idea to be making so much racket. It’s going to attract unwanted atten---”

The Dinobots suddenly transformed into their robot modes and tackled Prowl to the ground. Snarl grabbed Prowl’s right arm, pinning it the forest floor, as Swoop snagged the left. Grimlock’s claws enclosed Prowl’s thighs, keeping the ninjabot from flailing.

“W--What are you doing?!” Prowl snapped. “Release me this instant!”

“Bike-bot pretty,” Grimlock cooed. “Me, Grimlock, want bike-bot. Bike-bot will produce many strong sparklings for Grimlock.”

“Bike-bot will have sparklings with me, Snarl!” the triceratops spat.

“No! Bike-bot belongs to Swoop!” the pterodactyl snarled.

Prowl gaped in disbelief at what he was hearing. Something was making the Dinobots want to reproduce. Prowl couldn’t guess why, and it didn’t matter. It was more important to get away. Maybe he could cause a diversion.

“W--Which one of you is the strongest?” Prowl asked. The Dinobots ceased bickering and stared down at him. “Only the strongest…is worthy of mating with me.”

Grimlock laughed and violently shoved Snarl and Swoop away. “Me, Grimlock, the strongest! Others are weaklings!”

Swoop and Snarl scowled, beginning to stalk back over when Grimlock roared, making them quickly shrink back with helms hung low in submission.

Grimlock leered down at Prowl. “See? Me, Grimlock, worthy of being bike-bot’s mate.”

Shuddering, Prowl leered back and rubbed his now freed servos over Grimlock’s claws. “Yes…you are. Let me up…so I can touch you.”

Grimlock hesitated for a moment, but then removed his claws from Prowl’s thighs, shivering as the ninjabot sat up and snuggled into his broad chassis, flames shooting up from his collar when the mech’s warm, soft lips trailed over his armor. Prowl knew what he was about to do next was a risky move, but Grimlock was a tough bot, and it would be impossible to fight him off. He prayed to Primus that this risky move would work.

Pulling away, Prowl turned over and positioned himself on his servos and knees, wiggling his aft around. “Hmm…like what you see?” When Grimlock nodded, starting to froth at the mouth, he tantalizingly ran a servo over his aft. “Take me. I’m yours.”

When Grimlock attempted to mount Prowl, Swoop and Snarl roared in fury, processors clouded over with lust, desperate to claim the ninjabot for their own. Grimlock bellowed in rage as he was attacked, tumbling across the ground with the other two mechs attached to him, punching, kicking, and biting. Prowl quickly raced off and used his jetpacks to escape from the island. He hated leaving the Dinobots behind to wreak havoc on the island, but it was probably the best option at the moment. He would return later, with backup, once they had settled down.

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