I promise to finish the other fanfics I have, but i figured I'd let you all read a slight love triangle. Heh

M-Rated is indicated along with other mentions, safe to proceed.


Ch. 7

Again. The message appeared several times on Jazz's visors when he tried to strike Black light. He was getting tired of reading it, and it was fueling his rage. The mech ran towards the calmly standing black mech before pushing himself in the air with one ped and went to do a spinning kick. Black light grabbed Jazz's ped with ease before spinning the other and sending him to the floor of the training hall. Again.

"Enough! Ah am clearly never goin' tah ever get it down." Jazz punched the ground in anger. They have been at it for groons, training Jazz to perfect the move and so far, it wasn't working. The Polyhexian stared at the other mech with his cooling fans on. That's because you are thinking too much. If you just let your body go with the flow, then you would get it sooner. Jazz it isn't hard to see that you want to show the others in Ops as well as the Autobots that you can fight, but have you ever fought for something you wanted?

Jazz gasped silently and looked down with defeat. What I want? "Fight for what Ah want? What if Ah don't have anythin' worth fightin' for?" What do I want to fight for? I'm fighting for Master still, right?

Do you not have a family to fight for? A future for a place to raise sparklings? Black light asked and saw that he had hit a nerve. Jazz turned his helm to the side as he thought about where his family was. He shook his helm and clenched his fists. "Never had one, mine apparently didn't care about meh. 'Sides who wants tah be seen raisin' a sparklin' dat can't see slag?"

Black light frowned behind his mask at the other mech just laughing it off. The taller mech activated the holographic training dummy. Jazz looked at the hologram, observing it to get an idea of where it's weak points would be at. You're dead.

"Wha- what do ya mean!? Ah didn't even attack it yet!" Jazz looked at his commander with a confused anger. "Ya always said tah observe yer target."

Yes, in the span of three kliks. Jazz do you know why I am being hard on you? Black light asked Jazz as the hologram vanished. He gestured for Jazz to follow him, and the two started walking out of the base. "Tah torture meh?" Jazz answered with sarcastically and was punished with a kick to his shin. He grabbed his leg and grinded his denta together as he grumbled under his intake.

No, it's because I believe in you. It's also because you remind me of my mate Torch. She was taken from me prematurely. Black light looked down at Jazz's surprised face. They went to the top of the base where a sniper's nest was located. The black mech leaned against the small wall with his arms resting on the wall. Jazz leaned his back against it with a soft expression hidden away from view.

"Ah'm sorry for yer loss. Can… Can Ah ask what happened?" Jazz asked while kept looking at the other mech that was staring at the horizon. "Ah know how ya communicate with meh, but what about dah others?" The Polyhexian was always curious, and the Special Forces commander knew that curiosity was an important trait to have in order to learn from mistakes and grow.

I transmit it like a comlink, but it's a message. After my… unfortunate accident, I had to relearn how to live in a world where words and language was a necessity. My mate and I had… lost our creation long before the war, the event was so traumatic that her spark gave out only mega cycles after the enforcers gave up the search.

The commander looked down at Jazz to observe his reaction. Jazz touched his visors with thought before looking at him with amazement. "Is dat why ya fight? Because of yer family?" Black light nodded in silence, remaining quiet as if expecting Jazz to continue and the younger mech seem to catch on. "Ah really don't know what Ah would consider worth fightin' for. Ah haven't… Dah only mech dat was in my life told meh dat love and seekin' out friends is a pointless effort. Ah guess dah only thing dat made meh get through my day is music."

Oh? Do you enjoy music? Black light was interested in knowing more about the mech. He wasn't going to tell Jazz that Optimus wanted information on him, but he also wanted to get to know about the visored mech personally. Jazz shrugged and looked at his servo with a sigh, "when Ah couldn't see before Ah got my visors, dah only thing Ah could see was music. It's hard tah explain, but Ah can see these waves of color. When Ah hear music, Ah can see every note being played. But-"

But what? Black light asked before a loud whistle from down below drew their attention. Down below them was First Aid. "Jazz, it's the mech we found in Helix! We need your help!"

Jazz nodded with a small grunt before giving Black light an apologetic smile, and then rushed off to the med bay with the Protectobot. When they got there, the Minibot was backed into a corner with Ratchet and the twins, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. The yellow mech had clearly never strayed from Helix as he wasn't being understood by the others.

"Hey now back off, yer scarin' dah poor kid." Jazz pushed the twins away before kneeling in front of the mech. A gentle smile slid on the black and white mech as he started clicking his transformation gears. It was a pretty old practice, but what Jazz had seen and read was that Polyhexians were taught at a very young age to use their transformation gears as a foundation of speaking. "My name is Jazz, what's yours?"

The yellow Polyhexian started smiling excitedly when he understood the mech and was feeling more relaxed around another of his kind. He started clicking his gears back excitedly. "Bumblebee. Where am I?"

Jazz didn't need his name but felt it would give him a chance of calming him down if he didn't tell Bumblebee that he knew his name. "Yer at Autobot headquarters. Can ya tell us what ya were doin' in a war zone? Were ya not escorted off world?"

"I ran away from my family because they are too scared to fight!" Bumblebee's gears clicked angrily. Jazz chuckled and took his servo.

"Well Bumblebee dat's what we're doin'. Can our medic look over ya, Ah promise he won't hurt ya." Jazz put the other mech's servo on one of his horns. The Minibot knew what the visored mech was doing. He looked at the mech that was looming over him earlier, and then looked back at Jazz with a smile. Bumblebee put one of Jazz's servos on his horns as a sign of trust.

"What did he say? You're going to have to teach him Iaconian, I hope you know that." Ratchet said and hooked everything back up into Bumblebee. "You two are free to go."

"Got it." Sunstreaker answered for them both before the left with synchronized steps.

Jazz helped Bumblebee up on the repair bench. "Ah'll stay here tah make sure nothin' happens." He switched to an understandable dialect for the medic. "He's all yers Doc." He looked at Ratchet with a smile, while the smaller mech continued to click. Jazz stifled a laugh at what the mech had said. He looked at Ratchet with a smile before looking at the smaller Polyhexian and said that he was going to be leaving for a bit but promised to return soon.

Master, do you have anything you wish of me? The black and white mech walked down the hall with the wall staying within reach of him. Jazz was humming the song that he had sung back at the market, finding himself actually liking it. "Jazz, we need to talk." Prowl walked over to him with datapads in his servo, a common object that Jazz had seen his friend with.

I will retrieve you when you go on a solo scouting mission in Crystal City. Soundwave answered with that tone that Jazz knew was a warning that the mech wasn't going to be able to walk straight. "Yeah Prowl?" Yes Master. Jazz touched his neck, often finding himself wondering why he had that collar. It was always in the way, not to mention it was heavy and was a pain to clean around because of how tight it was.

"Not here, come on." Prowl took his arm and pulled the surprised mech down to an empty hall. He looked around before speaking, seeming excitable about whatever was on his mind. "Jazz, why do you think it's wise to take a solo mission to Crystal City? Have you ever been to Crystal City?"

I got it because of my master. Jazz thought to himself before folding his arms over his chest with a strained smile. "Ah'll be fine Prowl, if Ah wasn't sure dat Ah could handle it then Ah wouldn't have accepted it. Do ya really still doubt my ability tah defend myself?" He frowned as he felt offended that his friend didn't believe him.

"That's not fair Jazz, it's not that I don't believe you but you were nearly blown up. Is it really the smartest idea go out and risk yourself?" Prowl gestured with his servo gesturing at him. Jazz put his servos to his hips with a small frown as he tried to come up with an answer.

The special forces cadet poked the tip of Prowl's wing, getting an annoyed look from the Praxian. "It'll be fine my friend, Ah can do it Prowl." It'll be all okay once the Decepticons win the war. An idea came to the young Polyhexian's mind to calm the Praxian and get him off his back. He dragged him over to the wall, sitting them both on the ground. Jazz looked up at the ceiling with a soft smile, hoping that his little act would work. "Ah don't blame ya for bein' scared for meh. A mech dat is blind, almost no social skills, and has never travelled outside of Kaon plannin' tah go tah dah second biggest Iaconian populated city for dah first time. Dat is dah reason Ah signed up for it; not because of dah challenge but because Ah feel like Ah'm obligated tah prove dat Ah am just as capable tah get dah job done as anyone else."

Prowl sat there quietly listening to Jazz talk. He knew Jazz was capable of keeping himself safe, as proven by his rapid succession in training and when Blaster was teaching the new recruits that would focus on hacking and block hackers, Jazz was able to keep Blaster out of his helm and the program he was defending longer and faster than the others. Prowl wasn't sure what it was about the visored mech that filled him with this need to keep safe, but he was going to find out. "I know you are capable Jazz, everyone knows that but are we still not permitted to be worried for you?"

"It's weird tah have someone worried about meh. I can get in, get what we need, and get out before anyone can see meh." Jazz offered a reassuring smile.

Prowl's wings flicked gently with a nod, "You've really grown awfully confident since we first met." He was speaking honestly, but Jazz couldn't resist a chuckle. The white and black mech tilted his helm in confusion. "What is so funny?"

Jazz shook his helm with an even bigger smile. "Nothing."

Later that day, Jazz was getting a last bit of orders from Optimus before saluting and transformed. He arrived to Crystal City by the time the moons rose, he was looking around as he tried to visualize the city's beauty pre-war. Jazz had been told minimal radio contact, only use it when he believes he's been compromised. The mech transformed and looked around for anything that was worth further investigating. While moving rubble, Rumble and Frenzy landed on top of a nearby pile of rubble and looked down at the Autobot.

"Hey slave, Soundwave wants to see you!" Frenzy shouted to get the Polyhexian's attention. Jazz looked up with a large chunk of rubble in his servos. He sat it down slowly before walking to the Cassetticons and kept quiet as the twins flew over to Jazz and sat on his shoulders. Jazz couldn't tell them off in fear of angering Soundwave, and the twins started teasing the mech by touching his horns. "The boss has a lot of surprises for you."

"Yeah, he also has information that your little Autobot friends are wanting. He wanted us to tell you that if you obey him, he'll give you what they want." Rumble said while continuously rubbing the horn in his grasp.

Jazz had to stop himself from making any sounds. He was taken to an empty nightclub that had furniture moved around towards where a dance floor would have been. Sitting diagonally from the stage was a red velvety couch and sitting on the couch was Soundwave with his Cassetticons surrounding him. The two bipedal twins jumped down and ran over to their creator, leaving Jazz to stand nervously in front of the entrance. Soundwave waved his slave over with just a digit. The other mech scrambled over and knelt down in front of him.

Upon further inspection, Jazz saw a vase filled with energon, a shallow silver bowl and a glass sitting beside the vase, his collar sitting on Soundwave's knee, and beside his master's leg was a trunk. He kept very quiet as Soundwave opened the collar and secured it around the kneeling mech. "What information do you have for me, Jazz?"

"The Prime and Black light have been trying to find more about my past. I've made friends with the weapon specialist and the three Praxians. I managed to sneak into the war room before they were put under lockdown. They are planning on sending in scouts to Kaon to shut down the drone line but distract the Decepticons with an all front assault." Jazz heard the sound of the locks engaging and watched Soundwave reach out for his face. He started petting him, getting a smile and purr from him. "Master, can I ask about my mods?"

"No, is that all you were capable of getting?" Soundwave wanted to focus on the task before them and didn't want his pet to be distracted by mods that he had installed. Jazz nodded calmly, honestly not able to think of anything else. The blue mech grabbed the dish and sat it between his peds, and then poured some energon in it. "You must be thirsty pet. Would you like some energon?"

Jazz looked at the scenario in front of him, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. He knew he was going to have to be on all fours to be able to drink it, but something wasn't right. The horned mech looked at the base and glass before looking at Soundwave. "Would you like me to pour you some energon, master?"

Soundwave shook his helm slowly. "I have already had energon. This is not a test, I need you at hundred percent for what I have planned." The mech admitted to the other. Jazz moved back slightly and got on all fours, slowly lowering his face to the bowl before Soundwave spoke again. "Actually, do it between my legs, I want to see your aft."

"Yes master." Jazz moves himself and the bowl around before starting to drink the energon. He felt Soundwave start petting his aft softly, getting him to relax. The mech purred as he started licking the energon happily. Once he was finished and made sure there was not a single drop left in the bowl, Jazz picked it up with his mouth and turned to face Soundwave.

Soundwave took the bowl from his pet's mouth before wrapping his digits around his chin. "You are a very good pet, what would you like as a reward?" Jazz looked at the trunk and then at Soundwave. The Decepticon didn't need another hint to know what his slave wanted, and chuckled. "You want to see what I brought, didn't you?"

(M-Rated)

Jazz nodded with a quiet whimper. The blue mech opened his subspace and pulled out a small card. He held it in front of the multicolored mech. Jazz took it cautiously before moving to the trunk and waved the card in front of the lock. Inside were a bunch of toys, all of which Jazz was very much familiar with. He looked up with a surprised look. "You went home, Master?"

Soundwave's visors darkened, "what is rule number one when you're my pet?" Jazz went to open his mouth and verbally reply, but he quickly bit his glossa and ducked down. "I will not remind you of your rules again, break them again and I'll punish you. Do you understand." The mech nodded and watched Soundwave reach inside the trunk, pulling out a metal bar with a cufflink on the ends of the pole and then two more cuffs that were five inches apart.

Soundwave moved behind Jazz, cuffing his wrists to the two ends, and then just stood there contemplating on what part of Jazz to cuff. His knees would give me full view of his aft, but his ankles would give me access to his valve. Also, will have to make adjustments to all of his restraints and collar with all this extra muscular weight. While Soundwave was thinking Jazz was staring up at him quietly waiting for him to continue. The blue mech finally decided to cuff his ankles.

Jazz sat on the ground in a kneeling position with his back bowed slightly, his arms at their full length, and his knees only able to touch before he had to open his legs to get comfortable. The mech looked at Soundwave shyly, it being a very long time since he's done anything like this or shown off for his master. The restrained mech followed his master as he paced him hungrily. Jazz knew that his treatment and the duration of interface that he received from Soundwave, all depended on how submissive and ready he looked. But Jazz also knew that if he tried to fake his arousal, then it would only anger his master.

Master am I being punished for not giving you enough of a show at night? Jazz asked while looking up at the circling mech. The blue mech went back to the box and pulled out large spike that had a black covering on the back of it and straps on the sides. He knelt down in front of the shivering mech as he opened Jazz's valve cover and pushed the false spike inside before clasping the straps around his legs. Jazz arched his back with a loud moan which Soundwave chuckled to.

"Do you want master to treat you like the delicate mech you are, or would you like master to be rough like you were a prisoner of war?" Soundwave ran his servos down the horned mech's chest. His open valve was covered by the back of the toy, but Soundwave knew that his pet was expecting more from it. "You know that there is more to the little toy, don't you?"

Jazz whimpered as he nodded before opening his mouth. Soundwave smiled as he slipped a digit in his pet's mouth. His glossa wrapped the digits and moved his hips as best as he could without falling backwards. The blue mech gently laid the mech down, with the bar attached to Jazz causing his legs to curl beside him. Soundwave grabbed a ring-shaped object that had magnetic clasps on the end of two black straps. Soundwave put the ring inside the multicolored mech's mouth and placed the magnets on his helm. Master, please I want you.

Soundwave tapped the sides of Jazz's visors to look into his optics. His digits hovered over the blind optics with admiration, knowing that they will always belong to him. "You are truly a sight to see, a sign of a mech of what long cycles of training does. Do you think Master is pleased with what his training has done to you?"

Jazz moaned with a nod, his valve was leaking lubricants slightly from the sound of Soundwave's spike sliding out from its housing. The blind mech was forming images of what Soundwave was doing to him as servos slid down his chest, and all the way down to his valve. Soundwave's servo grazed carefully over the button panels that were on the backside of the toy. It was the first of many toys that he introduced Jazz to followed by this parasite that was used to halt overloads until Soundwave activated the kill switch.

Master, my valve it's calling for you. Jazz shifted his hips in hopes to get into an angle that would be more appealing to his master, but not being able to see his reactions he had to guess. The visored mech pressed a button on the toy and watched his pet give a loud muffled shout as he fell to his side, squeezing the pulsating toy with his legs and valve. Soundwave picked the whiny mech and carried him to the stage before releasing one leg and secured a long pole behind the bar and restrained his ankle once more.

Soundwave then released his pet's servos and pulled Jazz onto his peds. Jazz was crying for more; his chin and neck were getting wet from him salivating. The Decepticon wrapped Jazz's servos around the pole before leaving and returned with large band and a thin wire cable that two clips on both ends. "Who's my good pet?" Soundwave asked teasingly as he lifted the Polyhexian's arms above his helm and secured his wrists with the large brace around the pole, and then clipped the cable between the back of Jazz's collar and the brace.

Jazz moaned and revved his engines weakly in response. He couldn't look down without gagging. Soundwave decided to give the entire Decepticon chain of command a show and show them what a good pet gets for obeying their master's orders. The communications officer turned on large holoscreens that gave the Decepticons a three-sixty view of the stage. He looked at Starscream, Megatron, and Shockwave with all of their optics shining brightly at the show. "I can't hear you, who's my good pet?"

The Autobot nodded his helm up and down with even louder moans. Soundwave slid a servo down his chest, feeling the mech at his mercy shiver as he pressed the button once more. The toy thrusted deeper inside Jazz and the audience was rewarded to hear the mech scream. He pulled hard against his restraints, arching his back with pleading whines, and revved his engines louder. The Decepticon tyrant was clearly enjoying the show and wanted more. Starscream wasn't going to be persuaded so quickly. As for Shockwave, it was hard for Soundwave to read how he enjoyed it.

"That's right, you are. Do you want Master's spike?" The blue mech asked while the restrained mech stomped his ped with grunts. He may not have been able to see what he looked like, but he looked incredibly delicious to Soundwave. Jazz was too lost in the fun to mentally beg or ask, which was why he resorted to sounds and any physical sign to tell the other what he wanted. Soundwave wasn't going to give the blind mech what he wanted so easily and grabbed a very large false spike from the box and went back to his pet that was shaking from the buildup.

The blue mech ran a digit down the black and white mech's spinal strut, getting a violent shiver and a heated groan. Soundwave glanced up and saw that all three mechs were now leaning forward in their seats to see if the Autobot would actually fit it in his port. Jazz opened his aft plating when he felt something touch it, and thinking it was Soundwave's spike he wasn't mentally prepared for the amount of spike that managed to push inside before clenched up with a cry of pain.

"Now that isn't a good pet to clench up like that. Relax or I'll have to punish you." Soundwave pushed it in further when he felt slack just before Jazz clenched up once again. The spike was barely a quarter in and Jazz was whimpering and his optics teared up from the pain. Jazz felt Soundwave reach for his valve, and another button was pressed. The spike in his heavily filled and heavily leaking valve, stopped moving and instead started growing. "Relax."

Jazz relaxed more and felt the two spikes rub against the wall that was separating his port and valve. He felt the gag removed from his mouth, allowing him to give proper intakes. The mech was panting hard with arousal in his face. Soundwave pushed his aft against the pole to get the spike to go in all the way. The blind mech looked up as his soft moans soon grew into loud moans. "What do you tell master for pleasing you?"

"Th-thank you Master." Jazz wanted the real deal but knew that Soundwave wanted a show and was going to give him a show worthy of spiking him. He tilted his helm down to the side, running his face up his extended arm with heavy intakes while giving that look of playful and innocent. "Master, my valve feels like it's going to burst."

Soundwave grabbed a short metal rod that had a thin strip of leather, so it was imperative that Jazz stood still as to avoid being hit with the rod. The blue mech stalked the blind mech while running the leather strip across his body. Jazz shivered with a groan as he got excited and Soundwave knew that it was arousing his pet. Soundwave wanted to have some fun with Jazz, part of him wanted to show that annoying Seeker what obedience looked like. "I'll let you overload my pet, if you can be obedient as I give you ten sets of instructions. For every fail you'll be punished."

The Decepticon decided to demonstrate with a whack of the flog, using only half of his strength. Jazz curled in as much as he could with a pained cry of pain. He wondered why his master was so keen on keeping his visors off. "I understand master." Soundwave smirked behind his mask before turning off the toy inside Jazz's valve, and slowly pulled it out. Lubricant covered the toy as well as sliding down the black legs. Jazz whined from the pressure of the toy disappear, his lower half shook as he struggled to stand on his peds.

Soundwave looked at the screen that had Megatron on it, and he was wanting to see more. He may be a rough master but he loved Jazz and didn't want him uncomfortable or stressed. Are you comfortable my pet?

Yes master. Jazz purred and nuzzled the servo that was rubbing his horns. Soundwave took the toy that was in his servo and started antagonizing the black and white mech. "You are getting my things dirty with your transfluid. Open your mouth my pet." The mech clicked his glossa before opening his mouth with glossa hanging out. The Decepticon slid the toy across the smaller mech's mouth. "How do you taste my pet?"

"Like a good pet, master." He whimpered as Soundwave was slowly becoming aroused by the display Jazz was giving him. Seeing him restrained, being extremely well behaved, and leaking lubricants was a major turn on for him. Soundwave was feeling his spike press against his plating at the sight of Jazz sliding his glossa underneath the toy. Master, please frag me.

Before Soundwave could respond, Jazz's comlink beeped and the leader of the Decepticons slowly started smirking. Soundwave could tell what his leader wanted him to do, and he wasn't going to disappoint him. "Answer it." He said before tapping his slave's comlink and sliding his spike plating over.

::Jazz here.:: He answered before he could prepare for the spike that slid into his valve. Jazz yelped and was trying to not make too many sounds but was struggling.

::Uh, Jazz are you okay? Need assistance already?:: Jazz recognized that voice. His name was Brawn, right? If I open my mouth I'll make a sound that'll blow my cover. He was trying to figure out how to respond while keeping his voice in control.

::No, there was a sc-scraplet onlining. Ah'm fine. Thought…we were supposed tah be radio silent?:: Jazz asked before biting his lip hard when Soundwave started slowly thrusting into him. His face twisted when the spike inside him pushed deeper inside his valve.

::Optimus wanted me to inform you that you'll be stuck there for the lunar cycle. Storm's rolling in.:: Brawn said, unaware of the fact that Jazz was trying to keep his whimpers inaudible. ::Do you copy?::

Jazz nodded, there was a moment of awkward silence before realizing it wasn't from Soundwave but from is comlink. ::Uh, yeah copy.:: If I could face palm right now, I would. So, embarrassed right now. He was pulled from his thoughts by Soundwave reaching behind his back and pull the false spike out of his aft and replaced by three of Soundwave's digits teasing his port. He shouted from the invasion of the digits.

::Jazz, are you okay?!:: Brawn got worried from the shout that came from his teammate.

::Ah'm fine, just forgot tah turn my lights on! Jazz out.:: Jazz looked at his master, begging him to turn his comlink off. Soundwave decided to be nice to his pet and turned his comlink off. "Master, please can I overload?"

Soundwave leaned into his receptor and whispered softly. "Scream out my name." He thrusted hard inside Jazz, feeling him tense around his spike and digits, and the restrained mech was venting hard as he was getting closer to overload again. The chains were clinging against each other, the bar secured to his ankles was hitting the bar he was hanging from, and his entire frame jerked upwards as he shouted.

"Soundwave!" Jazz screamed louder as the blue mech slowly pulled out to watch the mech's fluids spill out. He cried out one last time before his body went limp and his cooling fans clicked in. The Autobot was about to thank Soundwave, but when he heard a group of deep chuckling his entire body froze. S-someone was watching!? I-I just overloaded in front of someone besides master!?

(End of M-Rated)

Soundwave activated Jazz's visors and could feel the panic filling his pet. He ran a digit down his face to comfort the shaking mech, but the Decepticon could see that he was trying to look unphased. "What do you say, my pet?"

"Th-Thank you master." Jazz bowed his helm as Soundwave turned off the monitors. He released the Polyhexian from his shackles and caught him before he fell to the ground. Soundwave lifted his pet in his arms, looking over his shoulders at his Cassetticons.

"Go to the berth and wait for me there." He went to the back of the bar, through a swinging door, and sat Jazz on a counter with his pet looking down with his servos in his lap. Soundwave lifted Jazz's chin to make him look at him and started petting his helm to give his pet into a comforting state of mind. "You did well today my pet, very well mannered, and you made beautiful faces while we played."

Jazz looked at Soundwave with a small smile on his face. He still felt embarrassed for being seen like that by Decepticons. "Thank you for the compliment, master. Was I being punished for not being useful enough?" He looked at the mech while he was searching the room for some items. There was no response from the blue mech, which made Jazz feel that his assumption was correct. The Polyhexian curled his digits into his knee joints as he fought off the tears. "I'm sorry for failing you, master."

Soundwave looked at the depressed slave with an annoyed look behind his visors. He stood up with an empty bucket and rag hanging from it. "Quit with that foolish thought, I was rewarding you and showing them how good you were. Quit with these foolish emotions, it will only get in the way of our plan."

Jazz shook his helm and sat up straighter and pushed his emotions down just as he was instructed. "As you wish master." He kept still while Soundwave cleaned the lubricant off of Jazz. The Polyhexian purred softly as the cloth rubbed over his frame. Jazz wasn't used to this type of treatment from his master, but he wasn't going to complain on how good it felt. "Master, what sort of information are you going to give the Autobots?"

"You will find out when I give it to you. For now, I will clean you up, and then we will prepare for the next round of fun." Soundwave explained while drying him off. He stepped away to further examine his pet's condition before pulling him on his peds. "You are going to sit quietly while I do work. Your lack of patience is what we will work on." He left the room with Jazz hot on his trail, he made sure that he kept a good foot away from the blue mech as they returned to the larger room.

The black and white mech walked onto the stage and got into a kneeling position with his servos resting on his legs. He kept still while Soundwave walked from one side of the room to the other, grabbing datapads and a transportable terminal. The Autobot had grown so used to the chattiness of his teammates that he was getting restless from just moments of sitting. The Decepticon ignored the kneeling mech, at least he was trying to ignore the restless thoughts of Jazz. Will have to retrain his mind some more. So, restless.

"Silence your thoughts. You are distracting me from my work, and you know how I feel when I am distracted from my work." Soundwave narrowed his optics behind his visors at the startled mech. Jazz whined at the threat before bowing his helm and letting his thoughts calm before looking at the ground, staring at Soundwave's peds. The Decepticon grunted with a firm nod of his helm before furiously typing away on the terminal. "Bow."

Jazz bent forward with his arms bent and servos palm side down just beside his helm. He peeked up out of his peripheral vision to look at Soundwave as he worked. The Decepticon ignored him as he started hacking into the Autobot database, it wasn't long before the communications officer was attacked with counter attacks from Blaster. Jazz lifted his helm slightly to get a reading on Soundwave's expression. Soundwave showed no signs of emotions or any want to show any expression. Master, maybe I can assist you?

"Silence. I do not require your assistance." Soundwave snapped at him, shocking Jazz back into his position. He was pushing buttons that were not meant to be pushed. The Cassetticons all glared at Jazz, they didn't like the fact the idiotic slave was causing unnecessary stress to their creator. He will relearn, do not harm the mech. We will rest once I have what we need. Soundwave said through the bond while attacking his brother heavily. He glanced up and saw his bowing servant there quietly. "Pet, beg for a treat."

Jazz sat up on his knees with his servos in the air and started whimpering while crawling to the front of the stage. He pawed at the air as he whined loudly. Soundwave wasn't enjoying the show in the slightest, not feeling that his pet was into it. Jazz could sense the other's boredom but didn't know what else to give him in the form of begging. I have to please him, but how?

The Polyhexian crawled back to the pole and started spinning and dancing on it. He could see that he had gotten Soundwave's attention by the way he was taking his visors off and staring intently at him while his servos typed away. Jazz climbed the pole before wrapping his left his leg around it and spun all the down the pole. He got back down on his servos and knees and crawled all the way to Soundwave while keeping optic contact with him. When he was beside his master, Jazz leaned over his lap and tapped a single button before the Autobot database appeared on his screen. Soundwave looked at his terminal and his pet in hidden surprise, not remembering teaching him that. "Explain."

"B-Blaster showed all us a backdoor into the Autobot main terminal. He said that he put it under a file that wouldn't attract your attention." Jazz said before ducking his helm when he realized that he had talked. He whimpered and backed away in fear of being punished. Soundwave smirked behind his mask at the sight of Jazz being scared but decided to play nice for now and started petting him. The Polyhexian crawled back over and purred while nuzzling Soundwave.

Soundwave was thinking of how beautiful Jazz was when he acted like this. He was thinking of what to do with him before they recharge. "My pet, I am going to recharge but I want you to make a choice. Either attend to my spike while I am recharging, or you will be suspended in the air while parasites are in your valve. I will allow you to choose with no wrong answer."

Jazz looked down in thought before climbing off the couch and digging through the chest. He pulled out a long wire cable and placed it in his mouth before crawling back to Soundwave. The grown mech had always enjoyed not having to worry about life as a mech, all he had to do was crawl around and do what he was told. He remembered the first time Soundwave had ordered him to be a pet, Jazz had thought it was an odd request but did it anyways. For solar cycles he was not allowed to do anything as an intelligent mech, but just an intelligent animal.

Jazz, Soundwave, and the Cassetticons were all in the lounge during a slow cycle. Soundwave was in his own mental space while tinkering around with the security system. The Cassetticons were all watching a movie and Jazz was laying on the floor, curled up as best as he could besides Soundwave's peds. He was in a light stasis while listening to the movie that was playing. When Jazz wanted to do anything, he had to make noises or ask through thoughts. He was often told to told to trigger his heat cycle protocols, because 'it gave him the authenticity of a needy animal' as Soundwave told him once.

When Soundwave was improving his security system, his home was at risk of being broken into but outsiders didn't risk going near even when it was up. There was a sound upstairs that caught Jazz's attention and he sat up with a curious tilt of his helm. There were more sounds, all very subtle which was probably why not even Ravage reacted, but Jazz didn't like it. He wanted to get Soundwave's attention but didn't want to disturb him so he crawled upstairs by himself quietly to not get caught.

Jazz knew he wasn't supposed to stand up without permission, but he wasn't going to be intimidating looking while on the floor. He slowly stood up as he heard drawers being opened and shut while there were whispering. The Polyhexian opened the door slowly to the room that he was never allowed to go into. On the other side of the door were to cloaked figures, one mech and the other a femme. He tilted his helm as the femme looked strangely familiar but couldn't place where he would have seen her. The mech was the same way, his voice even when it was a whisper was familiar to his receptors.

Jazz pushed the door open even further to get the pair's attention. They both quickly turned around with gasps of fear when they were caught. The femme's optics widened when Jazz stepped in the room all the way. "Jazz?"

He went to ask how she had known his name, but his voice box had been turned off. Jazz put a servo to his collar and saw Soundwave walk in front of him slightly. The visored mech backed up slightly with fear when Soundwave showed him what he was going to do to him for breaking a lot of rules. The black and white mech was going to leave the forbidden room, but Soundwave pulled him to the ground. "Not welcomed here."

A snap next to Jazz's receptor pulled him out of his thoughts. He whined and shook his helm from the ringing. The mech saw that soundwave was holding onto the cable, waiting for Jazz to release it. Jazz gave a nervous chuckle as he dropped the item in his servo. He watched it be clipped to his collar before they walked over to the berth. After the blue mech was on the berth, Jazz climbed on beside him and moved between his legs. Soundwave knew Jazz wasn't going to go anywhere, so he trusted him enough to just let the leash sit beside the Autobot. While the other Cassetticons were recharging, Ravage was only faking it and Soundwave knew it. What will you do with the mech when Decepticons have won? The feline asked through their bond while Jazz started licking Soundwave's spike.

I will erase his memory banks of the Autobots and continue keeping him. And then possibly have him produce me a sparkling. Soundwave took his visors off and let himself go into stasis. Unbeknownst to the group, there was a golden lion watching from a small peephole that was in one of the boarded windows. No one but the lion and his group were aware of the secret mission, they weren't going to tell the Primes in hopes to save the Polyhexian that was moving his helm slowly.

Tell me again why you don't want to tell anyone on the council about this? The lion asked his partner as he continued to watch the Autobot.

Cause Steeljaw, maybe Ah can get Jazz away from Soundwave. The Autobot communications officer was in the communications room, rebuilding the system walls while being mentally fed what his creation was seeing. Blaster was aware of Jazz when he had seen how he would react at the mention of Soundwave or one of his symbionts. He also caught a glimpse of his thoughts, and they were all about Soundwave.

By morning, Jazz was exhausted but pushed through the last few cycles before being released back to the Autobots with the information that he was needing to get. Soundwave had strapped Jazz's helm to his waist, making it impossible for the Autobot to move away. Jazz was forced to stay kneeling in front of Soundwave and suck his spike while he was talking to Megatron. One of the many things that Soundwave was good at doing was making his overload unobvious to everyone.

"Soundwave, I hope your pet isn't going to distract you from your job." Megatron crossed his arms while Jazz was holding Soundwave's legs as he struggled to swallow the overload filling his mouth.

"Negative Lord Megatron, Jazz is simply giving his master a proper farewell. Isn't that right my pet?" Soundwave started petting the Polyhexian, getting heated moans from him. He looked back at the monitor that Megatron was on. "I have given him the information he was needing to get and he will return to the Autobots soon."

"Slave, I know you can hear me. Do not fail your master or you will have to deal with me." Megatron said before disconnecting. Soundwave released Jazz and cleaned him up once more before releasing him. Jazz touched his collarless neck in thought, blocking Soundwave from his thoughts as he started talking to himself.

A slave playing soldier, faking friendships and emotions to fit in. Jazz shook his helm and transformed before driving off to the Autobot base. When the visored mech returned, he was congratulated by the others when he returned to the base. The mech dropped the information with the Primes before leaving to get a medical look over.

Jazz was heading to the med bay before he was met with Prowl walking up beside him. "Welcome back Jazz, I'm glad you are back safe." Jazz nodded quietly nodded while looking straight ahead. Prowl saw how drained his friend looked which confused the Praxian. "Jazz, what is wrong?"

The Polyhexian had been up for twenty-four cycles and had to be up for even longer, but he wasn't able to answer before falling to the floor with Prowl just barely able to catch. Jazz groaned and when his systems scared themselves online, he stood up straight with a shake of his helm. "Ah'm okay, just… tired." Prowl looked at him with concern in his optics as he followed the black and white mech to the special forces barracks.

"Do you want me to have Ratchet look you over?" The Praxian asked as the other sat on the bottom cot with a wince. Prowl watched Jazz lay down with a heavy sigh. He didn't respond to him as he flipped onto his front. Prowl tried again and went to online him, but when he saw the Polyhexian bury his face in his arms Prowl couldn't stop staring at him. The young strategist tech decided to leave his friend alone and left.

Later on, Prowl went to find Jazz and had looked in his friend's every known hiding spots on the base. He gave up on finding the visored mech and went to go refuel with his brothers and noticed that there were a few bots missing. He went over to his commander to ask him where he was. "Stride sir, where is Ratchet at?"

"Ratchet is putting Black light's recruit through psych evaluation." Stride looked up with his servos folded neatly on the table. Prowl flicked his wings with a frown. "You wish to discuss something further Prowl?"

Prowl shook his helm and left to go find Ratchet. Psych evaluation? He walked down to the medbay as it was a place that he figured the medic would be at. When the door slid open to reveal only all the other medics and patients were in the room. The Praxian left and was still confused on where Ratchet be at. After what felt like forever, Prowl found Ratchet return with a datapad. "Ratchet, Stride has said you were giving someone a psych evaluation. Can I ask you who it was on?"

"Patient-medic confidentiality Prowl, I cannot reveal that information to you." Ratchet said to the other mech confidently before throwing his digit over his shoulder. "By the way Jazz is outside if you're looking for him."

"Thank you Ratchet." Prowl tipped his helm slightly before heading outside to find the Polyhexian. When he made it outside, Prowl found Jazz jogging around the track. He noticed that again was alone while the others that were outside jogging with other bots. The Polyhexian didn't notice that his friend run up beside him. "Jazz, are you alright?"

Jazz was in his own world, thinking about the test that Ratchet had him take. It wasn't until a tap of his shoulder drew his attention; he tapped the side of his helm. "Prowl, ah didn't see ya." He pulled a smile as they slowed down to a walk.

"You okay Jazz? You crashed hard when we walked to Special Forces barracks." Prowl asked while Jazz slowed down to a walk. They continued to walk around the track as they chatted.

"Just was tired Prowler, Ah'm really okay." The Polyhexian stopped with his cooling fans slowly kicking in. To the Praxian, his friend physically seemed okay but he couldn't tell how he felt emotionally. Jazz pulled a smile out from his magical bag of tricks, and just let his friend think he was good. "Hey Prowl, can Ah be honest with ya?"

Prowl nodded slowly with a flick of his wings. "Of course, Jazz, I prefer honesty." Jazz looked up at the sky and then at his friend's chest, nervously.

"Ah-" Do I tell him that I am a slave? No, what am I saying Prowl doesn't even like me as a friend! Jazz laughed lightly as he rubbed the back of his helm. "Ah just wanted tah say dat Ah am as bad at makin' friends than ya. But dat just means Ah get ya all tah myself." He touched his wings playfully before stepping away with playful glint in his optics.

This personality chip is making me feel things I've never felt before. I wonder why master doesn't trust me. Jazz looked up at the sky with a smile, thinking of what kind of reward he'd get if the Decepticons won. A frown slowly took its place as he thought of what would happen if the Autobots were victorious. The Praxian noticed the sudden mood change, which confused him and encouraged him to find out what him and Ratchet had talked about.

"Jazz, can I ask what you and Ratchet had discussed?" He noticed the sudden defensive stance his friend took when he asked. Why does he still wish to be so secretive with me? Prowl decided to be more tactful with getting the special forces recruit to open up to at least him. "Okay, I won't ask about it but how about we get some energon?"

Jazz dropped his arms and nodded with a small smile. "Ah would like dat."


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