Title: You're Mine
Characters: Jazz, Starscream
Universe: Shattered Glass
Content/Warnings: SG Jazz is a very nasty character, so I'm warning for mindfuckery.
Prompt: SG: Jazz/Starscream: Staking claim
Written for tf_rare_pairing's Resurrection Sunday weekly prompts
Jazz stalked down the corridor to the interrogation rooms. The hallways were spattered with dried energon; the rooms were worse. They were never cleaned, Optimus understanding the psychological power of leaving traces of what had happened before on the base programming of the cowardly Decepticons.
Except this room. Jazz's domain, kept to his exacting specifications. Jazz rarely got to indulge himself in the interrogation rooms the way he wanted; Optimus Prime kept him on a tight leash, since Jazz tended to destroy mechs in fits of rage, tearing into them until they off-lined. Optimus beat him every time, but Jazz still tended to do as he wished.
This time, however, he'd been given free rein. This particular prisoner had already been through Ratchet's tender care, Ironhide's vulgar brutality, and Optimus' poisonous torture. Now he was Jazz's, with no restrictions.
He opened the door. The prisoner was in a corner and started at Jazz, wide-optic'd and trembling.
"You can do better than that, Starscream," Jazz purred. "I know you're a loyal Decepticon, capable of resisting the worst the Autobots can throw at you."
"I am!" Starscream snarled.
"Oh, of course," Jazz said, pulling out one of the chairs and seating himself on it. He propped his feet up on the table and pulled a datapad out of his subspace, paging through it and ignoring Starscream.
After a long time, the other chair scraped across the floor and Starscream eased into the other chair.
"I won't tell you anything." Starscream told him proudly.
"I know you won't." Jazz agreed.
Another long silence followed, then Starscream fidgeted. Jazz glanced up.
"C'n I help you?"
Starscream burst out, "Aren't you going to torture me for any information? Try to find out what Megatron is planning?"
"You already said you wouldn't tell me anything, so I'd be wasting my time. I've got better things to do." Jazz went back to his datapad.
"So, we just sit here?" Starscream asked, bewildered.
Jazz subspaced the datapad and dropped his feet to the floor, standing and stretching.
"Yup, unless you want to move past that and to the main event." He said, smirking down at Starscream.
"Main event?" Starscream wanted to know.
Jazz was across the table and had his fingers buried in Starscream's throat before the flyer could unshutter his optics. Jazz also managed to slip cuffs onto one of Starscream's hands and by dint of thrusting his knee into Starscream's elbow, got the other hand over and clipped into the cuffs, also.
Jazz leaned over the Decepticon and purred, "Main event. You're mine, now, Starscream, and no one's going to come for you, ever."
Starscream shuddered as Jazz bent down and kissed him before pulling his lower lip between his denta and biting down hard enough to draw energon.
"Oh, yeah, this is going to be fun." Jazz leered. "So much fun."
The End?
