I promise to finish the other fanfics I have, but i figured I'd let you all read a slight love triangle. Heh
Mentions romance, no M rated content yet. You are safe to proceed.
Ch. 2
"Jazz come in here now!" Soundwave called for Jazz while in the dining hall with himself and his Cassetticons were sitting with a few of his friends. There was Megatron, a mech with a single optic, and a trine of Seekers sitting at the table. The door from the prepping area opened to reveal a teen Jazz walked in with a thick black collar around his neck, two small cuffs around the bases of his horns that had a chain connecting them to his collar.
He was carrying a silver tray with a vase of energon and empty glasses. The mech sat the glasses down and filled each half full. "I'm sorry for being late, Master. I was mixing it to the way you like." Jazz stood to his master's left and saw that he was on the wrong side and quickly moved to the right side of Soundwave.
Soundwave grabbed his slave's left arm and saw small marks on his arms. "Have you been gambling again?" Jazz looked away with a shamed nod of his helm. "What did you gamble with?"
Jazz looked up at the others at the table before looking back at the other visored mech. "A…A blowjob, Master." He looked down quickly, knowing what he did was wrong, but Soundwave wasn't going to let it slide. Soundwave pointed to the spot on the ground before turning to his guests.
The Polyhexian dropped to his knees and kept quiet, knowing that it was best to be silent. Soundwave sipped on his energon while their meeting finally commenced. "Soundwave, have you gathered anymore followers for our cause?" Megatron, a mech that Jazz had seen plenty of times, was a mech you didn't want to anger. Soundwave nodded as he handed three datapads with a list of names of mechs and femmes that sworn to follow Megatron. "Shockwave how are the drones coming along?"
"They are currently at eighty-five percent completion, Lord Megatron. Soundwave, how are his visors working? Any adjustments you would liked made?" The purple mech, Shockwave asked as he sipped his energon. Soundwave grabbed Jazz's chin and made him look up at him.
"Do you have anything to say? Anything you'd like, or would you like to continue giving your body?" His visor darkened, and Jazz looked down obediently. "Will think about it, advise to focus on the meeting."
Jazz looked back down quietly but kept his hearing amped up for anything that required his attention. One of the Seekers looked down at Jazz with a sneering glare. "How can we trust that thing from going to the enemy? Maybe we should have him go be a good little house maid and clean a floor."
Jazz wanted to tell him off, but he wasn't about to risk the paddle from Soundwave, so he kept his lips sealed and helm down. Soundwave started petting the Polyhexian at his obedience. "Jazz is loyal to me, he would never betray me."
"My glass seems to be empty." Megatron hinted at his half empty glass. The young mech quickly stood up and grabbed the vase of energon, and poured it till it was full. "At least the help can do what he's told, what have you done Starscream?" The Seeker scoffed at the question.
A knock came to the door and the ones at the table all froze. Soundwave stood up and unlocked the collar and chains off Jazz. "Answer and tell off." He ordered while the knocking continued.
"Yes Master." Jazz bowed his helm and hurried to the front door. He opened it just enough to see two mechs, both giving off a certain leadership vibe, and their optics were bright blue. "Y-yes?"
"We were hoping to speak to the head of the house?" One of them asked Jazz as he stepped outside the door. He hated how short he was and wasn't going to get bigger height wise and had to look up at them.
Jazz shook his helm with a nervous smile, "the head of the house has fallen under a virus. So, I would kindly suggest leaving so he can rest?" He could feel optics watching him from inside the house.
"Son are you okay?" The larger mech asked Jazz and put a servo on his shoulder. There was a concerned look in his optics, obviously trying to get Jazz to crack.
Jazz was going to prove to his master and that slagging Seeker that he was going to continue to be loyal to Soundwave. He stood straight, shrugging the servo off his shoulder and crossed his arms. "You have ten nanoseconds to leave before I call the enforcers to remove you from here forcefully. The master of the house needs his rest."
"Sentinel Prime, I think we should come back another time." One of the mechs looked at the other, which was dubbed Sentinel Prime. "We apologize for disturbing you, have a wonderful cycle." Jazz staid in front of the door until he was sure they were gone before going back inside.
When returned to Soundwave's side, Jazz dropped down before his master clicked the collar back on. Soundwave pointed to the ground and Jazz got down on all fours. The mechs continued their meeting while Jazz went to his silent pet mode. There were a set of rules for Jazz that he had to follow when he is ordered to be a pet as opposed to being a servant.
- No speaking, using only sounds
- Remain on all fours
- Stay next Soundwave's side
- Consume only energon sweets after begging
- Not allowed on the furniture without permission
- Obey only Soundwave and anyone master allows permission
- Tell Soundwave when heat cycle starts
Jazz sat on his aft with his servos between his legs and looked up at Soundwave silently. What did I do, Master? Did I not do something with the mechs at the door? He didn't respond as they talked about rallies and collecting weaponry for the upcoming ends of the Golden Age. Master, m-maybe I can be helpful?
Silent. We will talk to Shockwave about things. Soundwave glanced down at him before speaking to Megatron. "Suggestion send Ravage and Laserbeak to spy on the Primes."
Megatron rubbed his chin in thought before a grin appeared on his face as he looked at his only trusted and loyal friend. "I have a much better idea, we'll use your little pet as our spy. Jazz come here." The Polyhexian crawled slowly around the corner of the table. The much older mech lifted his servos onto the arm of his chair. "You're loyal to Soundwave, the mech who saved you and gave you vision. You'd do anything to see your master succeed. Right?"
Jazz nodded, keeping to the no talking rule, and looked back at Soundwave before looking at Megatron. The silver mech chuckled before touching the edge of the mech's visors. "Would you be willing to surround yourself around Iaconians, your brethren that have given up on you, for our success and freedom for those that Primus turned his back too?" Jazz looked down with a quiet thought before looking up and nodded firmly.
Anything for you, I owe you my life. I'll do anything for you. Jazz knew that Soundwave was listening to him. Megatron waved his servo, signaling Jazz he no longer wanted to speak to him. Jazz moved back to Soundwave and pressed his frame against Soundwave's leg. A servo dropped and started petting his helm, which got the mech really excited, but he contained his excitement with small purrs. I love you.
Across Cybertron were the Prime council as they were trying to calm the public, while the Resistance were trying to come up with a new plan. A young, fully grown but young compared to his fellow Primes, blue and red mech was looking at his brothers. "Optimus, enough gawking at them we need to get your weapon systems onlined." A medic nudged the mech towards the med bay.
"Ratchet why do you think that Megatron would want the council to be gone? It just doesn't make sense." Optimus followed Ratchet while watching recruits being led to be branded and equipped with weapons.
"Who knows, from the speeches it sounds like he's missing a few bolts. And his personal followers; Shockwave, Starscream and his trine, and that creep Soundwave. It's obvious that they are his chain of command, but we do have to consider on making your own chain of command."
"I suppose you are right my friend, but you and Ironhide would both turn down be my lieutenants. So, who would I have to fill those spots?" Optimus asked the medic while he was tinkering with his systems.
"Hey Ratchet, we have a couple kickers!" A red mech was pushing things out of the way as soldiers were dragging in two Praxians. Following behind them was a recruit and was very worried. "Recruit return to your squad!"
The Praxian flared his wings as he helped the gray and steel blue Praxian on a repair table. They were both leaking energon from several areas. "These are my brothers and I will not allow them to die! They are not part of our cause, and yet Praxus is getting swarmed by those… those Kaonions!"
"That is enough from you punk, you will go back to your squad or I will have you speaking to the council!" The mech jabbed a digit in the Praxian's chest.
"Ironhide, enough Ratchet get these two civilians repaired. Cadet walk with me." Optimus looked at the mech and gestured for him to follow as they went for a walk. "What's your name friend?"
The Praxian folded his arms behind his back. "Cadet Prowl, Sir."
I hope you enjoyed :)
