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Megatron's Dream World	By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 2864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jazz
Prowl was captured…
That was the only thing that stayed on the Saboteur's mind as he was running to hide with the few remaining Autobots still on Earth. His mate was captured by Megatron along with Optimus and held prisoner on Cybertron… Enduring who knows what kind of tortures and humiliations… Being forced to watch as the Autobots were slowly but steadily defeated. And it was his fault… He was Third in Command after Optimus and Prowl, and should've been able to lead the Autobots even with the higher officers gone! It was his job, he was trained to do this, and always thought, before all this happens, that he will be able to do so if the situations was ever getting to this point.
But he was wrong. He wasn't, and had never been, a Leader like Optimus and Prowl are. He fooled himself all those millenias, being the cheerful, happy and easy-going mech, carefree and reckless, thinking that he would never have to lead the Autobots as they were pushed into their last trenches. What a stupid, unconscious fragger he was… Without his bondmate by his side, he was nothing. Only a poor wretch trying to be a leader. And the only thing he leaded the Autobots to was their complete defeat.
Now he was one of the few remaining, with Bumblebee, Bluestreak, red Alert and the Twins. Sunny and Sides. It was all that remained of the Autobot army on Earth and Cybertron… Six mech, lost and hiding because they were hunted like animals. And Jazz was feeling more and more depressed, the urge to give in and surrender drowning him, making him hesitate as decisions were needed.
And what was bond to happen happens maybe a month after the last defeat of the Autobot forces. They were discovered and cornered by a squad of Decepticons, forced to surrender and taken to Cybertron as prisoners. But the younger bots, and the twins, put quite a fight, refusing to go down without fighting it to the last bit of strength they had. Jazz didn't even put a fight, then, depressed and tired as he was, and was almost happy that this was all over. Maybe he would see Prowl again, now, who knows… His spark was calling for the one it was bonded to desperately, like it was his last lifeline.
He was indeed led to Cybertron and thrown into a cell, stripped of his armour and chained like a beast. He didn,t knew what happens to the other that were with him in the ends, and didn't really care at that stage. He couldn't bring himself to care… It was like he didn't even care if they lost or not… All he did as he was throen in that cell was curl in a corner. He didn't move or look up as sometime, a mech entered to give him an energon cube so he won't starve, and didn't touch the cubes that were let ther for him to take. After the fourth cube let untouched, and as the little saboteur was obviously starving himself to deactivation, he was dragged forcefully out of the cell and to the med bay, restrained to the berth and force-fed. He fought a little, angered that they wouldn't even let him deactivate in peace, and trashed to get free.
But soon, he was well fed and returning to his depressed behaviour. He may be only a prisoner, meant to become a slave by the new Emperor decree, but a depressed and slightly suicidal slave was no good at all, and that behaviour worried the Decepticon medic little. After month of being forced to regularly force-feed the little saboteur, he finally called on higher authorities that may be able to do something to rectify the situation. And at his Surprise, Soundwave himself came and took the little Saboteur in, saying he will take care of the small mech for now on.
He brought the saboteur to his own estate, and Jazz wondered why in Primus name the Decepticon now Second in Command wanted HIM of all mechs… There was now plenty of slaves he could've choose to satisfy him, but he got for the depressed, torn and helpless Jazz… Why? He never before let him think he had some sort of attraction towards him… So why now? Because he was a slave and easy to get his servos on? Or because he really had something for the little black and white mech?
Whichever the reason was, soon the saboteur was locked in a room, far more comfortable than the least he got, and left alone for a while. He sat on the berth, back to the wall, and locked his optics on the door, waiting. He could barely feel the bond he still had with Prowl, so the other mech was alive and well… for now! He leaned on the feeling, a little better now that he took time to make sure his mate was there somewhere, and that maybe he could see him again someday.
It was maybe three days before his host came to see him again, and at that time, the monochrome mech was in recharge, exhausted mentally and physically. He was curled into a ball on the berth, his bare dermaplating making him a little cold, and hugging himself, his knees lifted up to his chestplates. He slowly woke when he felt someone tugging at his shoulder… and his mind! He jerked awake and sat upright a little too quickly.
"What the…?"
His optics focussed and he then saw who was there… And remembered where he was. Ho right, he was at Soundwave's place, owned by the mech since he came and got him from the cell he was rotting on. The telepath was looking at him with his helm tilted and what could be seen as a curious expression. The saboteur tensed slightly, Soundwave was one of the worst cons he knew. What did the telepath had in mind for him? Why did he took him here? He glared at the navy blue mech and wrapped his arms around himself to cover his bared body.
"Go 'way, Soundwave! I don't wanna have nothin' ta do with ya!" Spat the little mech as the Decepticon TIC was still staring at him in silence.
Finally, the telepath shook his helm and spoke, in his usual monotone voice, cold and sending shivers ran down the little mech's spinal unit. He grabbed his arm and lifted him off the berth like he was a toy and weighted nothing, and ragged him out of the room. Jazz tried to fight it, to break free, he was afraid of what that mech could do to him, and trashed wildly all the way to another room. This one was filled with electronic and informatics equipment, computer terminals and other stuff filling the room, apart from a berth in the middle of it. Jazz froze for a click when he saw this and then trashed even more as he was pulled to the berth and bodily lifted into it.
"NO! LET ME GO! SLAGGER, LET EM ALONE!"
The telepath locked optics with his trashing and cussing slave, his gaze unwavering and cold as ice. He was holding him down with a single servo, pinning the mech to the berth with his weight and strength.
"Negative. You need reprogramming to be effective."
Jazz glared him down and whimpered when he felt wired and connectors hooked to his CPU, invading his consciousness. He whimpered as pain and weird feelings washed through him as Soundwave started whatever he was doing to his poor mind. The telepath, however, was incredibly gentle and kind, trying to avoid hurting his slave as much as possible, but some of the procedures he did were very painful, and Jazz couldn't help but scream in sheer agony.
"P-please… Stop… I-it hurts…"
"Procedure: almost finished. Hold on."
And soon, it was indeed over, and Jazz's body and CPU were transformed in a way he could not yet foresee. He felt funny, strange feelings and thoughts running through his CPU and body, and he sat up slowly, carefully. He looked down at himself to see that he was indeed a little different. Thin armour was added, not battle-grade, far from it, but still it was unexpected. And as he twist his wrist a long, thin blade came out, deadly and sharp, and he lifted an optic ridge. A weapon? For a slave? What was Soundwave planning for him? He looked up at his Master and tilted his helm, weird feelings floding him again.
"I want my slave able to defend himself." Was the explanation Soundwave gives.
Jazz had an intense and scrutinizing look, but the new programming made him accept what he was told without questions. He got to his pedes and to his master, bowing to his pedes in a submissive and vulnerable pose. He felt a strange warmth rise in his circuits as he does it, like if he wanted to not only show his submission to his master but also seduce him, in a way. If that thought disgusts and made a still unscathered part of his mind cringe, he could not stop this to happen. His body wasn't his to control anymore and he shivered in need and want as he felt his Master's hand lightly caress his exposed neck cables, oddly gentle. He made him get up and led him out of the room. The little saboteur wondered where they were going until he entered what looks like personal quarters. His master's quarters, no doubts.
He wanted to trash and fight, but he couldn't. He was bonded to Prowl! He couldn't betray him this way! It was WRONG! Part of his mind was screaming and trashing but the programming Soundwave uploaded into his CPU was stronger than his will. It took precedence and his body did as the programming told it to do. He was led to the berth and he laid down without questions, splaying in a very arousing and suggestive way. Soundwave tilted his helm and let out a sound that sent shivers run down the little spy'S spinal unit.
He chuckled… A dry, cold and emotionless chuckle that sounds more like a cold wind on dried leafs then something alive.
Jazz felt the urge to run and hide as far as he could, but his body wans't obeying any of his orders anymore, and part of his CPU was even – hos was that disgusting and totally WRON! – aroused by that! By that… that mech that was more like a machine than a sentient being than any other bots he ever encountered. Even that logical freak Shockwave was more emotive than Soundwave! And now the mech seems to like what he was seeing, Jazz spread out in the large berth like some two-credits whore in Kaon! That made the part of Jazz that was still his cringe and scream in disgust.
Soon, he was pinned down into the berth and then, with a dreaded chill, heard the characteristic clicks of a mask and visor sliding off, revealing the faceplates beneath. For a moment, jazz just froze and stares in complete awe. He always thought than Soundwave either didn't have a face or if he did, it was ugly or disfigured, but he never anticipated this! He shyly lifted a servo to touch the revealed faceplates, the most handsome and appealing thing he ever saw… He was like enthralled in the sheer feelings it caused him to feel, and he noticed that he was slightly aroused by this alone.
But Primus! Did Soundwave have a beautiful face! The most perfect features he ever encountered! And soon, those handsome lips captured his own and he was lost in the kiss, his body answering in a way that was programmed into his CPU, but he still felt like he was betraying Prowl by doing this. And as the time goes by and he felt his body do things that made the part that still was his scream in sheer disgust, rage and angst, Jazz sank into an even deeper pit of depression that he was before. Not that it had been a horrible experience, because, surprisingly, the telepath was very good at that. Managing to make him squirm and beg for more, he coaxed the offered, open body into a powerful, mind-blowing overload as their Sparks merged, entwining their essences. But all Jazz could think of during all this time was Prowl. He was betraying his Bondmate in a way he would've never imagined ever doing, being raped willingly by someone else…
When it was over, he wanted to curl into a ball and whimpers like a beaten puppy, but his body did otherwise, purring and snuggling contentedly into the other chassis. That disgusted him to no ends, but he couldn't prevent himself for acting like this. And then he felt Soundwave's presence into his mind. And he whispered something that made him shiver and dread…
'I know you hate me. You will come to like me in the ends, Jazz. This I promise…'
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A year later
The saboteur was miserable.
He was still hating everything that was Soundwave, still fighting him with all his might, still trying to beat the powerful programming the telepath implanted in his CPU, but his mind and body were too tired, drained by both his still lingering depression and the sparkling he was now carrying. He was four months along and quite swollen. He was expecting triplets… And hated every minutes of it! Ho, he couldn't get himself to try to auto-abort the little infants, not that he COULD anyway, and his body wasn't allowing him to do anything to harm him or the sparklings, but they weren't Prowl's… And the only one he would've let him be impregnate by was his beloved Bondmate Prowl, and nobody else.
But Prowl was Primus knows where and he was stuck here with Soundwave in a Golden Cage… He was now sitting on a bunk, looking outside to the City of Kaon, and stroking absent0mindedly his swollen belly. But he could feel that his mate was still alive in his spark. It was the only thing that made him go on. The warm feeling on his spark, nested there comfortably… For some reason, Soundwave didn't block it, even if Jazz was quite sure he could if he wanted. So why was it? Some kind of cruel and slow torture to weakens and breaks him? Maybe… It wouldn't have been surprising from a mech as calculating and cold as Soundwave.
Anyway, his attention was suddenly turned to the gates of the estate, as some mechs were going in. Megatron, and he wasn't alone. He brought another mech with him bounded and in chains. Another slave… but not any slave…
"Starscream…?" Whispered the saboteur to himself. "I thought he was deactivated…"
They got inside and he lost sight of them. Soundwave must have been waiting for them. It was a couple of hours before they got away, and Starscream wasn't wearing chains anymore. He was following Megatron like a good little puppy his master and was even looking like he enjoyed the company of the Decepticon Emperor… Not too long after, Soundwave entered the room and took him with him to another computer-filled room. The Saboteur, even if he was following him obediently like his programming told him, only wanted to run and hide away. He was in deep distress, and he could feel the sparklings reacting to this, moving and squirming in discomfort and pain. He was laid on a berth very similar to the one he laid on last time he got through programming, but this time it was different. Soundwave opened his spark casing, overriding the firewalls like they weren't even there, and hooked to his very life-force, putting a block over the unborn babies to prevent them being hurt by the process.
Even if he didn't struggle or fight, Jazz was trashing wildly in the part of his mind that was still his and his alone. He managed to look at Soundwave pleadingly, begging him to stop, but Soundwave didn't even acknowledge him, like he was only one of his experiments and nothing more. When the machine started, Jazz understood what the telepath was doing and scream as loud as he could, but it comes out only as a faint whimper, and his spark tried his best to fight the invasion, the unholy tainting. But it was no use, and soon, with a desperate keen of pure anguish, Jazz felt his bond with Prowl lessen and weakens until it was severed, and what was left was a gaping hole in his spark, aching and deep.
"W-why?..." Was all Jazz was capable to say as he was curling and shaking like a leaf, tears streaming down his white face.
"Bond: useless and a nuisance. Needed to be removed to get the better effiency from Slave Jazz."
Soundwave tilted his helm and watched as his mate cried and shook like a leaf, in a shock. He then reached and offline him temporarily so he could now work on his new programming better. When he's brought back online, Jazz feel awkward, different, and he wonder why he don't feel as he did before. The depressed, dark thoughts and feelings are gone, and he doesn't feel like being Soundwave's slave is a bad thing anymore.
He turned and sees his Master waiting for him, arms crossed and helm tilted to the side in expectation. And Jazz, surprisingly, have a large, warm smile for him, got down the table in a slow and sensual motion, and put a loving servo on top of his swollen belly. He felt like he's where he's supposed to be. He approached Soundwave and the telepath lift a servo in an invitation to come even closer. Jazz, still surprised and fuzzy, complied and his pulled to Soundwave's side, flush against his chassis. Awkwardly, I felt like he shouldn't be that passive, and fight a little more, but he don't find why he should do that… He frown a little and search for a specific file, by instinct, not really knowing what he's searching, and after a while he shrugged, pushing those thought aside. It mustn't have been that important… He only snuggled closer to his Master's frame and relaxed even more, feeling like he was right where he belongs. The arm around his wait tightens a little in a possessive display and he felt himself being kissed on the side of his horned helm. And he shivered a bit when he identifies the sound coming from Soundwave.
Soundwave let out a spark-freezing laugher then, cold and emotionless, but with a hint of triumph underneath it. He managed to sever the bond with Prowl and erase all memories that it ever existed! It was genius from his part. Now his little slave was truly his to enjoy! He led his little slave out of the room and to another one, his own quarters, to be able to properly enjoy his now submissive and willingly obeying little Jazz. He was always very careful of his pregnant slave's swollen belly, though, as he interfaced with him, making him do all sort of wonderful and sensual things he wouldn't do before. And the whole time, all was perfect and he was finally satisfied with his slave…
Later, as the little saboteur was recharging peacefully after not only one, or two, but three mind-blowing overloads, Soundwave got up and to the command room of his estate, and then, he contacted someone working for him in a specific area of Cybertron. In one of the main energon mining sites, the one where Prowl was settled, two Decepticons working for the telepath got to work in framing the former Autobot SIC to be accused of being the sole responsible of a rebellion that, in fact, never happened…
A couple of days later, Jazz woke up with a start, an odd pain in his spark, and in 'cold sweat' as the human said, his frame shaking madly and tense.
Something was missing… Something just got tore off his spark and lost forever… Something important and dear to him! He didn't knew where this idea got from, but it was a strong, hard feeling in his spark, a painful and deep wound opening all of a sudden. Like if someone dear, close to him, just died…
"P-Prowl…"
The name escaped his vocaliser and he frowned, knowing that it was important, but not why it was so. His spark was aching and feeling empty, void, for some reason that he couldn't find in his Processor, but it was linked to Prowl. It was linked to Prowl… And he was dead… the thought alone made him cringe and keen in distress, for a reason unknown to him. He felt like the world collapse around him, though, and curled on a ball into the berth, whimpering and keening more. He could feel the little infants he was carrying getting distressed by his own turmoil and he keened more in pain as they moved around in his gestation chamber.
It wasn't long before Soundwave entered the slave's quarters and sat beside him, gathering the weeping, whimpering mech into his embrace. Jazz instinctively curled into the other's warm, inviting arms, seeking the comfort of his spark underneath the plating of his broad chest. He strokes the swollen belly to calm the unborn sparklings down, bathing them with warmth and comfort as he linked with the immature minds. As the sparklings settled, Jazz slowly calmed down but was still sobbing and whimpering for a loss he didn't even understood.
"Shhh…All is fine, Jazz. Everything is in perfect order, now. Don't worry yourself with unneeded concerns."
Jazz didn't answer but stayed curl and shaking into his master's frame, in pain and distressed from his spark, as he didn't even knew why… His memory bank was thinkered with and it was a blank where the memories about what his spark was feeling where… Soon, his overtaxed systems, sent him right back into recharge, and Soundwave was smiling a little cold, satisfied smile under his mask, still stroking his little slave. His little pregnant and submissive Jazz… All was for the better!
Some months later
Jazz was nestled in Soundwave's embrace, as he woke up with a start.
The little saboteur was still unstable, distressed by his bondmate's loss and the erased memories that Soundwave performed on him to make him forget he was ever bonded to the former Autobot SIC, and because of it, he was having horrible nightmares quite often. The first thing jazz thought was that he had yet another nightmare, but he was quickly proven wrong as a new wave of pain washed through his abdomen. He was about ot give birth to the little infants he was carrying… As if sensing his sudden pain and distress, and that were probably the case, Soundwave woke and then gathered the little mech into his arms after he got to his pedes.
"Birth is imminent. Recommendation: relax and all will be fine."
Jazz nodded but clenched his dentals as pain raised again, clinging to his Master's chestplates and whimpering. Soon, he was carried into a room Soundwave's prepared especially for this occasion, and laid on the berth in the center of the birthing room. Jazz was panting and cursing under the pain, arching almost off of the berth with a new contraction.
"F-frag!...That…That h-hurts!..."
Soundwave didn't call anyone else there, so he intended to birth the triplets himself… That both relieved and scared Jazz a little, and he clung to the berth tighter. He didn't know Soundwave had medical knowledge. But he must, and the little mech was programmed to trust his master's judgement. And he did, putting his and his sparklings fate into his servos.
Hours later, he was exhausted as Soundwave finally stated that he was ready to gibe birth now, and he moved between his legs to prepare to catch the incoming sparklings.
"Instruction: push when the next contraction hit." Soundwave said to him as he was lying in the berth and panting between two of those horrible waves of pain.
Soon, he was yet again in pain and then, as Soundwave told him to, he pushed as hard as he could. It took three more deep pushes to get the little head out, and then only two more to have the first sparkling slip out of the slick port and into the telepath's waiting servos. He cut the energon line and cleaned the wailing sparkling up before wrapping him snugly in a soft blanket and than handed him to Jazz. It was a little mech, black and dark blue, with a red visor and little horns on his helm. He looked like a sport car, small and sleek, and had doorwingsAs soon as he was settled in jazz's arms; he stopped wailing to click and chirp, grabbing his mommy's digit tightly. The saboteur smiled and caressed his tiny cheek, content to see him at last.
"Heya lil buddy… Soundblast… Yeah, that's your name…"
The infant cooed and clung to his digit tighter. Soon, though, pain was rising again, and he was taken by Soundwave, whom put him in a crib next to the berth. The second one was a little bigger and took more time to come out. But after maybe five more breems, he was out and wailing loudly as Soundwave cleaned and wrapped him up. He was handed to Jazz, whom saw he was a white, blue and black helicopter mech, with golden optics and a temper like the Pit. He was wailing so hard the room was resonating like a drum. Jazz finally managed to soothe him down and the infant was now cooing and clicking as he watched his mommy intensely, his tune now soft and low.
"Eh… Ya're loud, aren't ya? Frequency, ya, that sounds good…"
As the third was getting ready to come out, Jazz handed the little one to Soundwave and then settled to pushing yet again. This time it felt awkward, and Jazz wonder what it was that he just birthed, until Soundwave handed him the little wrapped package. It was a femme, and a dragon… A beautiful white dragon femme with blue trims along her back and head, and black wings. He looked at her in aw for some times before caressing the little wings and spiked back, the little dragon purring and cooing in his arms.
"She's so beautiful… Harmony, yeah, that's your name. Beautiful Harmony…"
He was feeling drained and soon, still cradling the little femme dragon, he fell into recharge. When he woke, he was back into his own berth and the little infants were gone. Soundwave probably move them to the Nursery… Jazz sighed, knowing that one of his babies was bound to be a slave and the two other Decepticons. He wondered what was to be Harmony… The little femme dragon was a marvel to behold… She was probably sent to the Decepticon Nursery and the little helicopter… he had the temper of a Decepticon, so he must have been sent there too. So that left Soundblast for the Slave Nursery… He sighed again and leaned into the berth, sad but yet glad that he brought those sparklings into the world.
It was his duty to do so, as well as to be the perfect slave for his Master. Fighting it was useless, and will only hurt himself in the ends. With a little smile, he got back into recharge…
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