"Flashback"

"Present"

The owner of a bar was closing up for the night do to little business .He wore a blue visor and had the number four on his chest. He started to walk down the darkened street but little did he know that there was a bot hiding in the shadows whiting for him. The bar owner desisted to take a short cut down an ally but he didn't expect to be shoved into the wall and have a gun pushed to the back of his hem.

"You and a sound and your good as dead," the bot whispered into the bar owners audio horn.

That was all the bar owner herd before a needle was ignited into his main energon line and everything went dark.

Jazz sat in the rec. room playing cards with smokescreen. He was losing epically but he loved to play the game ether way. It was a good thing they desisted to not play for credits or Jazz would have been out an hour ago. Jazz finally gave up and through the cards down in defeat.

"I give up," Jazz said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I told you Jazz that you can't beat me at this game," Smokescreen replied as Blaster plopped down next to his friends.

"Hay guys I have a great idea that might drive Prowl insane," Blaster said as he took a sip of his energon cube.

"What is it," Jazz asked with a devilish smile.

"Well we through a high-grade party next week," Blaster replied and the three bots smiled.

"How about tomorrow night," Jazz said as he looked at his friends.

"It would be tricky but if I got the twins to help then it would be possible," Blaster replied.

"I'll get Blue and Tracks to help to," Smokescreen replied.

"Then it's settled we have a party tomorrow," Jazz replied.

Jazz slowly onlined to a dimly lit room to find himself on a berth. There was a small table with an energon cube with some crystalized energon goodies. He quickly checked the door to only find out that it was locked. He swore under his breath. Jazz quickly looked around to find some sort of weapon but there was none to be found. The door opened with a whoosh to revile the bot that had kidnaped him.

"Who are you," Jazz asked as he backed up to the farthest wall.

"The names Silverstreek," the bot said as he slammed the smaller mech ageist the wall pining him. "And now your all mine Jazz," he said as he slowly creased Jazz's aft.

"No," Jazz whispered. "NONONO," he started to yell as he was thrown on the berth and raped repeatedly.

When Jazz had awoken to Silverstreek holding him around the waist like a lover would do. He did not dare stir just in case Silverstreek wakened up and rape him again. Jazz laded there hoping that one of his employs' would know something was wrong when he didn't come to the bar in the morning to open up. Then to his horror Silverstreek had wakened up and sat up. He started to stroke Jazz's horns and then out of nowhere he picked Jazz and through him over his shoulder. Silverstreek opened the door and headed to a med. Bay. Jazz was thrown on to a med. berth and strapped down by another bot.

"Are you section you want me to do this presage because once it's done it can't be undone," the bot said.

"Yes and don't ask me again or I will offline you," Silverstreek said as he left.

Jazz walked to Prime's office to tell him about the party that was going to happen tomorrow night. He knows Optimus would be pissed if he didn't know that there would be a party and seeing his solders parting around and acting stupid. He reached the door and knocked.

"Come in," came Optimus' voice from the other side of the door and Jazz stepped in.

"Hay Op. I have a question for you," Jazz said with a grin.

"Yes you can have your party," Optimus replied before Jazz got to ask the question.

"How did you…"

"Sunstreaker came by earlier and asked," Optimus replied not even looking up from his data pad.

"Cool I guess I'll see you later then."

"Yep and one thing don't make Prowl crash."

"No promises Op.," Jazz said as he left.

Jazz reawaken to Silverstreek yelling at the bot that he seen before he went out. Then he heard a gunshot and a cry of pain then a body fall to the ground.

"Now that takes care of him," Silverstreek said with a dark voice. "Ah your awake now let me get a good look at you," he said as he picked Jazz up.

"What did you do ta me," Jazz asked as he tried to focus.

"I just made you more fertile so I can make you have my sparklings," He replied as he slammed Jazz back on the med. berth.

"What," Jazz asked in disbelief.

"All I have to do is 'face you once and you'll be sparked," Silverstreek said as he pinned Jazz's hands to the table.

Just then some enforcers broke down the door and Silverstreek got up and ran. Jazz laid there unable to move and just let himself fall into a deep sleep.

Jazz had lost track at how many high-grade he had after ten. Everything became a blur as somehow he ended up in his quarters with some bot interfacing him but he didn't care all he wanted was for the bot to do him harder. It had been so long since he last interfaced and this time he was willing to let this bot take him over and over. Than the blissful sensation of overload over took him and he passed out satisfied.

Jazz awoken to seeing a white chest and an arm draped over his side. Jazz could already feel the new spark starting to form. Jazz looked up to see who had 'faced and his spark nearly stopped. It was none other than Prowl. Prowl started to stir and Jazz went stiff. Prowl slowly woke up and looked at Jazz with a small smile. Jazz placed his head on Prowl's chest and started to cry. Prowl not knowing what was wrong with the saboteur could only hold him in a tight embrace.