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Losing Control	By : GabrielC Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 4231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N Another de-anoned kink request integrated into the whole story. No flames or harsh comments please. Warnings are in the summary.

This is a long one.

Solar Cycle – 1 day

Cycle – 1 hour

Stellar Cycle – 1 year

Astrosecond – 1 second

Deca-cycle – 2 weeks

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Autobot Base

Prowl was concerned. Attacks had started coming more frequently and at much more regular intervals, usually during shift change or when most of the ‘bots were supposed to be in recharge. The Decepticons seemed to be aware of every step of his defences, his contingencies and it was starting to wear thin with his troubled psyche.

“So you have suspicions we may have a spy?” Optimus asked grimly. Prowl stood on the other side of his desk, formal stance, respectful attitude even though his duty shift finished over a cycle ago. Optimus quirked an optic ridge at him, his discomfort noticeable for a change.

“It is the only conclusion I can come to given the evidence. I suspect possibly Soundwave is responsible.”

“Or one of his cassetticons?”

Prowl gave a small nod. “Indeed.”

“Suggestions?”

“We need to find out how they’re gathering so much information. I suggest using our own subversive methods.”

Optimus didn’t like the idea of sending in a spy, but he had no choice given the circumstances. “Send Jazz, make sure Ratchet prepares him well, the Decepticons will be prepared for intruders, if they suspect anything...”

“I understand, I will be discreet.”

“I know you will Prowl.” Optimus met his steady optics, the unspoken question hovering in the air. They both felt it, Prowl shifted slightly and avoided his leader’s gaze.

“If that’s all Prime?”

Optimus frowned. “Prowl when are you going to let me in?” He asked softly, almost hesitantly, gauging the other mech’s reactions. Prowl opened his mouth to respond, dropping his gaze to the floor.

“I know I’m not being very fair to you. Maybe it is for the best that we don't at the moment?” His voice was meek. He didn’t lift his optics from the floor, his door wings drooped his whole stance was weary. Optimus knew he’d been struggling to recharge and despite the hurt that trickled its way into his senses, he nodded.

“If that’s what you want Prowl.”

His SIC forced himself to straighten and look him in the optic. “It is.”

Optimus nodded sadly detecting the faint tremor in Prowl’s voice. “Dismissed.”

Prowl gave him a curt nod and briskly exited the room. Once in the hallway the black and white mech stopped in his tracks. His fists clenched, he fought the urge to go back and tell Optimus what he really wanted but, he had a responsibility and that took precedence. He activated his comm. and summoned Jazz to his office as a matter of urgency.

****

Decepticon Base (half a deca cycle later)

Jazz didn’t mind being undercover so much, his mission: find out how the ‘cons were getting their information and get back safely. His conversation with Prowl had been a brief one, Jazz knew his friend well enough to know when he was troubled and had decided to confront him about it when he returned, if he had to lock them both in Prowl’s office to get it out of him, he would one way or another.

When being undercover he particularly relished times like this when he could stick it to Megatron and not have the dumb ‘con leader be any the wiser as to how. It always tickled him how Starscream tended to get the blame when things like this went wrong. Jazz grabbed the component after cutting it out quietly with the laser scalpel, with a slight chuckle he adjusted the electricity flow breaker and replaced the component back into the latest device that Megatron had come up with to wipe out the Autobots. He sealed the panel and stood up admiring his handiwork. He turned to leave and froze.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Starscream snarled at him, eyeing the panel on the weapon.

Jazz smiled and shrugged. “Just routine maintenance, Starscream… Megatron’s orders. We don’t want the device to blow up like the last one do we?” He snickered as he walked away, that last one had also been his doing and Starscream had gotten the blame for it then too.

The ‘cons all stood around waiting for the unveiling of Megatron’s new device, built with supposed inside knowledge to attack the Autobot base directly. Jazz kept himself at the back, just close enough to see the fireworks. Megatron gloated loudly as Starscream pushed out the weapon. The ‘cons held their cheers until after the demonstration. Megatron activated the weapon. A loud whirring and whining filled their camp. Megatron frowned. “What is happening…? It’s not supposed to make that noise…” He looked around for Starscream who had disappeared.

A high pitched whining caused their audios to feedback with static. Then an almighty explosion filled the air with a blinding flash. Jazz smiled to himself and started slipping out amidst the chaos. His head was greeted with the muzzle of a null ray. Starscream glared down at him coldly.

“You are going to pay for that.” He ripped off the fake coloured visor and helm revealing Jazz’s own helm and piercing blue visor underneath. “AUTOBOT!!”

****

Starscream shrieked in rage as Megatron screamed at him and flung the stunned Jazz at his leader’s feet having bound his wrists together.

“Starscream what is this?” Megatron snarled.

“That is your saboteur. This wouldn’t have happened if I had been in command!” He shrieked at his leader who waved him off dismissively.

“Sooo… Optimus Prime has his very own spy does he?”

Jazz laughed defiantly. “Yeah… old news Megatron… I have been able to sneak in here on more than one occasion and destroy your pathetic weapons… Some great leader you are…” Jazz laughed in his face showing him no fear. This enraged Megatron as ‘cons murmured around him at the knowledge that a spy had been working amongst them.

“Silence! You insolent piece of scrap metal!” Megatron’s arm belted into Jazz’s helm sending him sprawling on the floor with a grunt. He spat energon onto the ground from the blow and pushed himself up.

“Hey Megatron… how does it feel to have an Autobot right under your optics this whole time and the almighty Megatron missed it… you got to be pretty dumb right?” Jazz taunted him refusing to obey the ‘con leader.

Megatron screamed in rage and spun round, his weapon arming merely inches from Jazz’s face. The saboteur stuck his chin up defiantly and waited for the killing shot. It never came.

“No. I have a better use for you.” Megatron seemed altogether suddenly too calm. “Soundwave, deal with him.” He leant in to the large blue mech as he crossed his path and whispered something into his audio, Soundwave nodded and grabbed Jazz. The black and white mech cried out as a sharp pain punctured his neck. A strange muggy feeling took over his sensors and clouded his CPU. He couldn’t think straight and his vision blurred. Static kept filling his audio as he felt himself being dragged into the Decepticon base. He heard Megatron giving the order to gather in the main bridge before he blacked out completely.

****

Jazz came too in pain. He gasped as he tried to move. He recognised the bridge through blurry vision. He was strung up his arms stretched above his head, his feet scraped along the metal floor. Starscream stood in front of him with a smug sneer on his face.

“Not so cocky now are you Autobot?” He spat at him.

“Cut me down… and I will wipe that smirk off your face.” Jazz growled quietly. Megatron sat on his chair looking equally as pleased with himself.

“You see Autobot; you have become a rather annoying problem and one that we are all going to rectify.”

“Why don’t you deal with me yourself… coward… need all your ‘cons round you?”

Megatron chuckled darkly at Jazz’s defiant tone. “Oh don’t worry yourself that will come later… right now my mechs are tired of having their hard work destroyed… so you are their reward.” Jazz did not like the sound of this at all. The ‘cons around the room murmured and chuckled in response.

Jazz cried out in pain as Starscream slapped him hard across the face. “You are going to be our new toy, although we much prefer our other one.” He cackled menacingly as his sharp fingers scraped across his fake Decepticon armour, they started digging into seams and before Jazz could pull away he started to rip off panels, exposing Jazz’s own armour beneath it. Jazz winced and thrashed as the fake armour tore at his real armour, taking some of the plating with it. Starscream slapped him again, causing his head to snap to the side. Jazz hissed through clenched dentals. Refusing to cry out for these ‘cons.

Starscream continued to rip off the armour with violent ferocity, getting increasingly worked up at the lack of reaction from the saboteur.

“Now, now Starscream…I want him still functional and in one piece when you’ve finished.” Megatron rumbled as he watched.

The seeker growled in response and let someone else take up the job of torturing the Autobot. Jazz flinched as he felt cold hands pawing at him, touching him intimately. He thrashed and tried to pull away a hand grabbed his helm and brought his audio close to his mouth. A deep gravelly voice reverberated into his audio, he recognised the speaker as Hook. “You are ours Autobot… I advise you to not struggle… too much…”

Another voice piped up in front of him. Dead End. “We don’t mind if you struggle a little though.”

“Oh and don’t forget to scream.” Spoke Thundercracker from behind him. Jazz was surrounded by a number of Decepticons, all of them pawing at him, digging into his own armour, ripping parts of it. He bit down hard to stop himself from crying out; he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction.

Another Decepticon spoke up. “Lord Megatron… with your permission…?” It was Brawl; his voice came from behind him. Jazz squinted to try and see through the blur, he watched as Megatron gave a flick of his wrist and a slight nod. Next thing he knew was rough hands were grabbing between his legs. He kicked out and struggled.

“Nggaahh… get your filthy hands off me!” He yelled out as he felt fingers trying to pry his interface cover off. Hook leaned in close. “Make us.” He leered at the saboteur who felt a tinge of fear as his interface cover was forcibly retracted. His air intakes hitched and he clenched his jaw glaring at his assailants.

Jazz jolted sharply as he felt rough penetration of his valve. He bit his lower lip and grunted into his mouth quietly as one of them grabbed his hips and forced themselves inside. He felt another grab his spike and tug it hard. His mouth parted in a silent scream, having off lined his vocal processors. He thrashed and kicked out managing to catch one of the ‘cons who snarled angrily. Jazz instantly regretted it as his valve was pounded from behind. He couldn’t see who it was. His anger grew as he tensed against the violation. Clenching his jaw tightly he endured the pain as the attacker overloaded hard inside him. He offlined his optics, wincing as he felt the transfluid fill his valve and seep down his legs. His valve was released and he couldn’t help but gasp as the spike was removed roughly.

Jazz didn’t allow himself to relax; they were still around him, molesting him roughly. He felt another approach his back and heard Thundercracker’s deep chuckle. Another spike was forced into his sore valve, sliding in much easier against the transfluid. Jazz however couldn’t help but whimper in protest.

“Ooohh he makes a noise, doesn’t scream half as loud as his dear Prowl though.” Starscream goaded as he ran a finger up the inside of his leg and wiped the transfluid across Jazz’s cheek.

“Go frag yourself…” Jazz spat angrily, wincing as Thundercracker thrust into him.

“We’d rather frag you.” Starscream smirked, “And we’re going to until you scream for us.”

“No… not going to hear me…aahh…that all you got….? Nngghh...” Jazz glared at Starscream, refusing to give in. His private internal distress signal was active, help would come for him, he could survive this. He offlined his optics and tried to block out the pounding and the pain. Tried to think of his friends, the last time they’d all had high grade together, it had been such a laugh… Jazz forced himself inside his head, ignoring the laughter of the ‘cons. He would survive.

The ‘cons toyed with Jazz for a while, it had taken four ‘cons to have their way with him before he had screamed and begged them to stop. Shortly afterward the mech had passed out due to the strain on his systems from forced overloads and internal damage.

Megatron had ordered him to be cleaned up and no longer to be touched by anyone but him. Much to Starscream’s displeasure. Soundwave was given custody of the prisoner and saw to it that he was taken to the med bay and any severe injuries repaired.

****

Jazz was still groggy when he came back online. His wrists were bound and his weapons had been removed, his armour had been more or less stripped to its bare minimum and his visor had been switched off as had his internal distress signal. He took in deep intakes of air to calm his rising panic. He was on his own.

He felt someone lift him to standing and with a chain on his wrists pulled him forward. He felt stiff and sore, but not in as nearly as much pain as he should have been considering how many times the ‘cons had violated him. They had repaired him. He frowned why would they do that, why not just kill him? He pulled up the memory of the ship’s layout, from what he could gather he was not being led to the interrogation room.

“Hey… ‘con… I know you’re not going to interrogate me. Don’t you think I know this ship well enough by now? Even though I’m blind, so whatever you have in store for me you might as well forget it. I aint telling you nothin’ about the Autobots!”

The captor didn’t respond at first. Jazz didn’t know where he was being led, this was a part of the ship he hadn’t been before. He stumbled and fell. His captor hauled him to his feet roughly. “Information is not required from second rate spy.”

“Oh second rate am I? What the frag do you want then hmm? Why not just kill me now.” He stopped in his tracks. Soundwave uttered the faintest of sighs. “Megatron has a use for you. Be silent and walk. Or be dragged.”

Jazz shuffled forward at the tug of the chain at his wrists. He frowned, what possible use could Megatron have for him if it weren’t information? He tensed as a number of possible answers flooded his cortex each more unpleasant than the last. A door opened in front of them and he was guided inside a room. He felt himself being pressed against a cold wall. His arms were raised above his head and bolted into position. A tight brace was fastened around his waist and his feet were shackled to the floor. He couldn’t move. He heard the door once more and realised he’d been left alone.

Trapped, unarmed and blind Jazz for the first time since his capture, felt strong surges of panic deep in his tanks. He fought the urge to off load. He had to escape, there was always a way out… always.

****

Jazz jerked awake after falling into an uneasy recharge. He heard voices outside the room and the door opened. Megatron’s voice was distinctive and the other could only be Soundwave. Jazz tried to make out what they were saying but it was too muffled.

He felt Megatron approaching him, his sense heightened.

“So how’s my guest doing?”

“Peachy, can’t say much for the service though.” Jazz snarled, maintaining his cocky defiance there was no way he was going to bow down to a ‘con especially not Megatron. He heard something in the room, the clicking of equipment and the slight whine of a data track recorder.

“What do you want Megatron?”

Megatron leaned closer, forcing Jazz to pull his head away as he ran his finger down his cheek. “I bet you get a lot of attention don’t you? Attractive mech like you.” He murmured against his audio. Jazz didn’t dignify him with an answer, resisting the urge to shout profanities as he felt Megatron’s glossa trail up his cheek.

“You’re mine now, don’t you forget it.” Megatron snarled. Turning back to Soundwave he gestured impatiently. “Well?”

“It is ready.”

Megatron leered at his prisoner. “Good, start recording.”

Recording, Jazz mouthed the words. “What the frag?”

A sharp slap bit into his cheek. “Watch your language you’re on camera, say hi to your friends Jazz.”

“You twisted son of Unicron! Let me go and fight me like a real mech!!”

To his surprise he felt the bonds around his waist loosen and his arms were lowered from above his head. He rotated his shoulders stiffly, without warning Megatron grabbed the back of his helm and slammed him into the floor. His visor being offline, Jazz had very little balance.

“Don’t miss anything Soundwave.” Megatron drawled. He grabbed the back of Jazz’s collar fairing and hauled him onto his knees, digging his knee into his back and arching him painfully. He whispered into his audio. “You’re going to scream for me now Jazz and beg for my mercy.”

“Over my dead spark.” He spat wincing as Megatron yanked him back.

“That can be arranged.”

Jazz struggled viciously as he felt Megatron’s large hand reach between his legs and rip away his interface cover violently.

“No! Get the frag off me you disgusting ‘con!” Jazz thrashed and twisted in Megatron’s grip, unable to land a firm blow in his blind state. He cried out in rage as Megatron landed a sharp elbow onto the middle of his back, he landed on the floor on all fours. His air intakes had become rapid, shallow. He felt a weight press down on his back, he tried to crawl away but Megatron had a tight hold of his collar and dragged him back with a snarl. Jazz clawed at the floor his fingers scraping dents along the floor.

Megatron unsheathed his thick, hard spike. He was ready; he knew for certain Jazz wasn’t. With one harsh movement he thrust his length all the way into Jazz’s unprepared valve. Jazz couldn’t help but scream as the force tore at circuits and sensor nodes. His collar fairing was yanked hard bringing him back up to his knees.

Megatron gripped his throat tightly and leaned over his shoulder nipping at his audio. “I want them to see your face as you scream for me.” He pulled back almost all the way, causing Jazz to gasp and thrust himself in once again, hard.

“GaaAAAHHH!!” Jazz cried out his voice catching in his throat as Megatron squeezed it. He picked up the pace.

“You disgust me… all of you… Unngghh...” Jazz cried out once more as Megatron drove deep inside and began pumping rapidly into his raw un-lubricated valve.

“You want this; I can feel you remember, your valve getting wet from having me inside you…Ooohh yes!!” Megatron grunted loudly as he forcefully pounded into Jazz’s body.

“Nooo… I don’t want this!... Frag… Stop… please… AAAarrgghh!! You slagger… I’m going to kill… you …gaahh… I swear to Primus I am…!!” Jazz’s protests and pleads went ignored as Megatron thrust into him harder and faster, Jazz cried out and struggled violently. “Let me go!!” He screamed as Megatron got tired of holding him up and forced him back onto his hands, using his hips as leverage Jazz choked on a sob as Megatron violated him ruthlessly, enjoying every cry of pain from the Autobot.

Despite himself Jazz felt the crackling tell tale signs of overload building. “Nooo… please nooo… Oh Primus…” He moaned trying as hard as he could to fight the overload, which was riddling his sensor net with sharp stabbings of agony. Megatron roared out behind him, his transfluid bursting into his ruined valve.

“GAAAHH!!... Stop please… stop this…” Jazz whimpered as Megatron continued to thrust into him determined to make him overload. Jazz tensed and arched his back painfully as the energy crackled through him. He sobbed through his own overload as his sensors felt like they were lit on fire through the pain. Megatron shoved him onto the floor.

“Get up!” He commanded loudly. Jazz was shaking, through anger and pain. Defiantly he struggled to right himself; Megatron placed a heavy hand on his shoulders stopping him from standing. He could feel the heat from his spike in front of his face and tried to pull away.

“Make use of that cocky mouth of yours, clean it.” Jazz clamped his mouth shut and refused. Megatron landed a heavy punch to his head and repeatedly reigned blows on his already battered frame. Jazz could only curl up against the attack, grunting with each blow. He felt himself being pushed onto his back and Megatron’s heavy frame straddling him.

“No get off me…!!” He shouted and clawed at Megatron who laughed haughtily. He thrust his spike into Jazz’s mouth who gagged violently at the force and pressure penetrating his mouth, forcing its way down his throat.

“I said clean it like the bottom feeder of an Autobot that you are.” Jazz choked and groaned against the spike, wanting this to end he did as he was told, Megatron wasn’t satisfied and grabbed his helm, and thrust into his mouth moaning loudly.

Jazz could feel the crackling energy building up around the spike. He kicked his legs out and thrashed beneath Megatron as the ‘con leader overloaded into his mouth. Jazz was forced to swallow the transfluid, as it filled his mouth, dribbled from the corners as Megatron gave one last thrust and dropped him onto the floor.

Jazz turned onto his side, spitting out what was left in his mouth, before retching painfully and off loading on the floor. Megatron laughed coldly and crouched near his conquest.

“Let’s see that pretty face of yours.”

“Go slag yourself.” Jazz whispered his voice hoarse. He got his face rubbed in his waste energon, staining the floor before being hauled to his feet. His knees buckled from the strain and Megatron supported his weight. “There, there pet.” He cooed patronisingly stroking his helm.

“Soundwave if you please.”

The blue mech came forward and took hold of Jazz’s arms pinning them behind him painfully. Jazz struggled weakly, his energy reserves running dangerously low from the strain. He hung his head limply, transfluid and energon dripping from his mouth, down his chin. Megatron leaned in and wiped it roughly before planting a rough kiss on his mouth, biting down on his lip harshly. Energon beaded where he’d been bitten. Jazz struggled with renewed vigour, his anger giving him strength. Soundwave held him fast.

Megatron held a blade in front of the recording device and drawled smugly. “Let this be a warning to all you Autobots, you cannot defeat me. Look at your beloved Jazz, he is but a shell. He belongs to me now.” With that Megatron spun round and making sure that Jazz was completely visible to the camera he lifted his arm and plunged the blade deep into Jazz’s chest.

Jazz’s mouth parted in shock, his air intakes stalled and his body convulsed as the blade plunged through his armour. Bright blue energon seeped from his mouth from ruptured lines. He let out a sob of surprise as electricity and energy crackled loudly and then dissipated with a bright flash. Jazz went limp in Soundwave’s arms, energon pouring from his chest as Megatron yanked the blade out, it’s stained metal still crackling with energy. He gave a slight subtle nod to Soundwave not visible to the camera and Soundwave using his mental abilities entered Jazz’s off lined cortex.

Jazz’s black and white paintwork faded slowly to a dull lifeless grey. Megatron smirked and turned back to the camera.

“His death is on your head Autobot Prowl, we are coming for you. All of you.” He laughed manically and shut off the recorder.

****

Autobot base (2 solar cycles later)

The Autobots roared at the blank screen. Bumblebee sat heavily onto the floor his head in his hands as he sobbed. Blaster could only shake his head in shock.

“It can’t be true…”

Ironhide punched the console with a roar of anger before storming from the bridge as Prowl collapsed to his knees his cortex on the verge of crashing as his mind was filled with the images of humiliation and the death of his closest friend, guilt and shame engulfing his thought processors, he'd sent him there, it was his tactics, he'd gotten Jazz killed. Megatron had even blamed him. In his grief the direct address from the 'con leader didn't flare up any warning signals in his cortex as it should have done, he was consumed. Ratchet laid a gentle hand on his shoulder as the tactician let out a cry of anguish that silenced the already shocked bridge. The medic glanced at Optimus Prime who stood staring at the monitor, his optics hard, angry, his fists clenched and he was virtually shaking with rage.

“He won’t get away with this… I promise you all that…he will pay…” He growled his baritone voice more menacing than they’d ever heard it.

****

Decepticon Base

Megatron sat on his berth waiting patiently. His fingers absently trailing a path across the black helm, circling the horns. The mech groaned and his visor flickered blue. Jazz jerked but was held firmly by Megatron who smiled at him.

“W…what… I’m alive…?” Jazz stared at himself in disbelief.

“Mmmhhmm, very much so, your friends however, think otherwise so I wouldn’t hope for a rescue anytime soon.”

“What is this Megatron?! Why…why have you done this?” Jazz was angry and confused and now totally alone, the thought frightened him.

“Isn’t it obvious? I have claimed you for myself. Optimus isn’t going to need you when we take over his base with our acquired inside information.” Jazz tensed, he knew how the ‘cons were getting their information, he had to reach Prowl, Optimus warn them at any cost. “Besides I don’t see why he has to keep all the pretty ones to himself.” He chuckled darkly.

“You are my new pet, toy whatever I choose you to be.” He grinned and stroked Jazz’s face tenderly. “If you behave, you get treated well, you don’t… well I can just hand you back to the rest of the Decepticons the choice is yours. You’ll find that I can be easily pleased and easily angered.”

Jazz frowned, refusing to feel resigned to his fate but not wanting to ruin the seemingly good mood Megatron was in. “How did you do it?”

“Energon blade. Soundwave modified it so when it pierced your armour it would give off sparks acting the same way as if your spark had been pierced.” He laughed. “It only grazed your spark chamber and Soundwave managed to convince your cortex that you were offline and it caused subsequent temporary colour degradation once he left your mind your colour returned.”

Jazz sat in shocked silence, his hands and feet were still shackled, his injuries had been repaired but he still ached. He shook his head in disbelief as Megatron took hold of him. The unexpected embrace from the ‘con leader was disconcerting to say the least.

“You belong to me now Jazz, the sooner you face that… the easier things will be for you.” Megatron pressed a kiss on the top of his helm. Jazz shuddered slightly, his thoughts rushing to his friends, what they must be feeling. He let out a faint sob of defeat at Megatron held him close.

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