I promise to finish the other fanfics I have, but i figured I'd let you all read a slight love triangle. Heh. I will have two endings: One in the Autobot favor and the other in the Decepticon favor.

Roles:

Jazz: A pet (a type of submissive); slave and submissive concubine. Carrier Mech; Carrier mech turned Host Carrier

Soundwave: The possessive/abusive master; Host Carrier and Sire Mech

Prowl: The gentle/stern master; a slave and dominating concubine. Sire Mech

Definitions:

Sire Mech: A mech that sparks a carrier; has only a spike

Host Carrier: A mech/femme that creates Cassetticons/symbionts. Can either have both spike and valve, a valve, or just a spike

Carrier Mech: A mech that has both spike and valve, and can get sparked by either a Sire mech or Host Carrier.

I realized that most (if not all of you) may be wondering what time units I use, so here it is. I got them from the Time units TF wiki, and cherry picked the ones i liked.

Breem: 8.3 minutes

Vorn: 83 years

Cycle: 2 hours

Groon: 1 hour

Nano-klik: 1 second

Deca-cycle: 30 days

Deci-vorn: 8.3 years

Klik: 1.2 minutes

Mega-cycle: 93 hours

Meta-cycle: 13 months

Stellar cycle: 7.5 monts

Astrosecond: .5 seconds

Solar cycle: 1 day

Lunar cycle: 1 night

Romance is marked, safe to proceed.

Ch. 21

Jazz stood beside Soundwave with his servos folded in front of him with his helm bent. He had Soundwave's cube in his servos, holding it for him while he worked. The Polyhexian kept his back straight and legs together, and stood there like a piece of furniture. Soundwave said nothing to him while he tried to locate a good place to gather energy from. Jazz wondered why he was being punished, he had made sure that Optimus was one of the first mechs to use the recharge chambers.

On Jazz's face a black muzzle that prevented him from opening his mouth to talk. It was strapped to the back of his helm and was locked that Soundwave had the only key for. Around his neck was a collar that was almost like a choker that the humans would wear, it was also locked in place. The Host mech glanced at his pet and saw him flinch from the vibrator that was locked inside his valve. Looking further down, he saw the small trails of fluid trickling down his legs.

"Pet, go tend to Lord Megatron's pleasure. Be sure to thank him for letting you keep the Praxian after the war." Soundwave finally said after some thought. He knew Jazz was curious to know about the sparkling inside of him, but he wasn't going to tell him what it really was. Jazz bowed his helm, still holding the cube, and walked over to Megatron before kneeling in front of him.

Megatron hummed as he looked down at the kneeling mech. His helm was bowed, and he 'accidently' kicked the cube out of the Polyhexian's servos. "Clean it up with your face, and enjoy it." The Decepticon ordered and Jazz rubbed the muzzle in the spilt energon. He purred his engines while he continued to rub his face in it.

Back at the Autobot base, Prowl was on the hunt for the medic. With the war and trying to get thee crew settled after the quick recharge chamber incident, it slipped everyone's mind about Jazz's current predicament. He went to the med bay, and spotted the medic looking at a file. "Ratchet, do you have Jazz's scans?" The Praxian knew that the sparkling wasn't his, but Jazz was getting excited at the thought. Those that had younger siblings, like himself, knew it wasn't going to take long before Jazz's Carrier programs kicked in and he was going to act different. He watched Ratchet turn to face him with a very deep frown on his face. "What? Is something wrong? Is the sparkling okay?"

"There's nothing wrong, but there isn't a sparkling." Ratchet said while handing the datapad to Prowl to look at. There staring right at the puzzled mech's face was a big red 'x' with a scan of Jazz's spark chamber with only his spark. Prowl looked at the medic for clarification, "it's not unheard for about twenty-five to forty percent of Carriers to get a false sparking. For it to happen, a Carrier's processor sends the signals to the rest of their systems to show they are carrying without actually physically changing. So, Jazz's spark changed to show he was carrying and he mentioned early cycle purging. Were there any other signs?"

"Does suddenly craving chromium-rich energon jells count as a sign? What about the movements, Jazz always talked about feeling them?" Prowl said with a bit of sarcasm before looking back down at the results. He sighed with disappointment, his wings flicked down as he thought of how he was going to tell Jazz. "How am I going to tell Jazz? You've seen how excited Jazz was."

Ratchet nodded in understanding of the struggle the strategist would have to go through. "Phantom kicks or pulsing are common in false carrying, it's just the Carrier's protoform going along with the false sparking. You're going to have to tell him gently, but be a bit emotionally involved. Jazz is going to be emotionally hurt when he finds out."

Primus be with me when I tell Jazz. Prowl nodded before gesturing with the datapad. "Can I take this with me? I'll be sure to take Jazz off the roster for fourteen solar cycles." Ratchet nodded, and that was the end of that disappointed conversation. The Praxian was staring at the screen while he was going to the energon station to get his energon, and then go wait in Jazz's quarters. As he grabbed his cube, someone tapped his shoulder and the datapad was taken from his servo. "Huh? Sunstreaker, Sideswipe give that back. That is not for you!" He snatched it away from them after the stared at Jazz's results.

The entire room all stared at the three mechs after Prowl rose his voice. Prowl's wings were flared and his engines roared, out of instinct to protect his family. It was a common thing for Sire mech Praxians to act out protectively when it came to a Carrier's safety. "W-Woah there Prowl, we didn't mean any harm." Sideswipe said with his servos going up in the air as he backed up slowly.

"Yeah, we didn't know it was going to be about Jazz having a false sparking." Sunstreaker blurted out as he backed up with his brother. Whatever Autobots were in the rec room all stopped when the yellow twin spoke out. There was the sound of something falling to the ground that drew everyone's attention. The twins winced and they both whispered when all optics la nded on the mech of topic was standing in the doorway. "Uh oh."

Jazz was returning from his recon mission to the Nemesis when he heard Sunstreaker talked bout his sparking. He looked at Prowl with a frown and a tilt of his helm. "Prowler, what's Sunny talkin' about? False sparkin'?"

The Praxian walked in front of the Polyhexian, and handed the results over. The visored mech looked at it and then up at Prowl, he started shaking his helm. "I'm sorry Jazz, why don't we go somewhere a bit more private to talk?" Jazz covered his mouth as he nodded. Prowl wrapped an arm around his lover's shoulders, glaring over his shoulder at the twins, and then led the multicolored mech to his quarters.

Prowl sat on Jazz's berth with the stunned Polyhexian sitting beside him. He didn't get a chance to get another cube of energon, so he gave the mech his. "Ratchet figured I should talk to you first. Your processor caused your spark and your other systems to react as if you were sparked."

"But Ah've been purgin'! Ah don't understand Prowler. Ya saw my spark and so did Hatch' ya both said Ah was sparked." Jazz put a servo on his chest while waving the datapad in the air. He dropped the pad on the ground as he cried into his servos. Prowl wrapped an arm around the mech and rubbed his digits gently against his arm.

The Praxian wasn't good at pep talks and didn't know what to say. He moved them to the middle of the berth with Jazz in his arms. Jazz cries muffled in the white chest plate; his EM field was stressed and confused. "Ratchet said that Carrier processors send out false signals to your body and spark that you are carrying. I'm sorry that I can't be much emotional help, but I'll be here for you."

Jazz sniffled and nodded before looking at the black and white mech with streams tears that peaked out from under his visors. "B-But Ah was so excited tah have a sparklin'." He whimpered and hugged Prowl tightly. "Ah'm sorry Prowler."

"You have nothing to be sorry for Jazz, I'm sorry that it wasn't real. But maybe it's a good thing this was a false carrying. We won't have to worry about the Decepticons targeting it." Prowl massaged the bases of the black horns before gently kissing the tips of them. "I've removed you from the roster for two Earth weeks to recover, so that means no missions."

I don't understand what is happening. I was sparked, Master even showed me a spark inside my spark chamber. Unless… what if I did something to extinguish it? Jazz started getting riled up again and Prowl started playing the ballad. "What if Ah was sparked, but Ah did somethin' tah extinguish it?" He sat up quickly and looked at Prowl with a small bit of hope. The mech wasn't sure what he wanted to be hopeful for, but he just wanted to know that he wasn't being tricked by his body and he was really carrying.

"Jazz, if you were really sparked then you'd feel it extinguish. My Carrier had it happen before she was sparked with Smokescreen." Prowl said softly in hopes to not disturb the music. Jazz sighed heavily and listened to the notes quietly. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Hold meh until Ah go into stasis?" The saboteur asked quizzically to which the strategist nodded. They pulled apart just long enough to get under the thermal blankets. The two mechs spooned each other with Prowl's back to the door and music playing softly. Jazz sighed softly as his EM field slowly started to relax into the endless repeat of the same song.

Five days had pass, and Prowl was on a drive by himself while Jazz remained on the base to rest. Prowl had a lot to think of, he usually planned a route and how long he would be on the drive, but he wasn't sure his battle computer could handle a planned route so he just blindly drove. He wanted to cheer up Jazz, but he didn't know what to do and if Jazz would perceive it as him courting the mech.

Don't be foolish Prowl, Jazz said it himself, he wouldn't know you were courting him if you did do it. He wouldn't understand how Praxian courtships worked, but it would be amusing to see how he would react to being courted. The ex-enforcer thought to himself before his scanners picked up a signal, and commed base. ::Prowl to base, picked up a signal. I'm going to go check it out, I'm sure it's nothing.::

::10-4.:: Brawn replied.

Prowl went to the signal and transformed when the signal led him to a small cave. Not suspicious at all. He pulled his blaster out and took his time going inside. The mech turned his headlights on as soon as the sun's light was no longer visible. ::Prowl to base, the signal took me to a cave.:: Static filled his audio receptors and he tapped his comlink again. ::Prowl to base, can you hear me?::

There was more static and Prowl sighed, "it appears I am on my own on this." He went further inside until the narrow cave opened up to a large open cavern. Prowl looked around tried his comlink one last time before truly giving up. The Praxian saw a small flashing red light coming from the center of the room, and cautiously walked to it. He knelt down in front of it and picked it up. "An enforcer beacon? How did this get on Earth?"

While he was examining the beacon, his wings flared and twitched when they sensed another presence. He turned quickly with his blaster aimed in the direction of the movement. "Who's there, show yourself." There was a deep chuckle that came from every inch of the cave that Prowl's wings weren't helpful in narrowing the exact location. "I repeat, show yourself."

"Prowl, Prowl, Prowl you should have commed for back up the second you picked up my little decoy." Prowl pointed his blaster in any direction he picked up the location of the voice. He knew this voice from the few visits in his recharge. "Very good Prowl, I am so glad that you remember me. I wanted to discuss a few things with you in regards of Jazz. And of course, I have somethings to test on you."

Prowl's wings twitched and his blaster lowered at the mention of Jazz. "I am not going to hurt Jazz just because you have a sick fetish. I am an enforcer and I protect those that cannot protect themselves." He gripped the weapon in his servo and his wings vibrated as his anger rose.

"If I remember your foolish enforcer beliefs your mantra is 'to protect and serve', and what do you know I will have you doing both. Protecting Jazz and serving… me." The voice came from behind the mech, and Prowl got knocked to the ground. His blaster got kicked away from him and he was pinned to the ground. "Now, we are both very busy mechs, so why don't I get to talking and you be a good mech and listen to me. Got it?"

-M rated-

The Autobot struggled some more before keeping still. "What do you want to talk about Kaonion?" I need to keep myself together, and not let my emotions get the best of me. Prowl told himself and he felt the mech's servo run along his neck. His helm was being lifted up and he felt something being pressed against his neck. The winged mech knew exactly what it was, and he started struggling even more before a knee was pressed firmly into his rotary nub. Prowl arched his back with a pained shout, and he heard the inevitable click of a lock. "Get this thing off of me."

The mech tilted Prowl's neck back to get a good view of it, hearing the small hitch in the pinned mech's intake. "Will have to loosen it, but not too much. I rather like the choker look is rather attractive on you, maybe I should change Jazz's to this style. And the color is appealing, can't have ugly collars on my pets, now can I? Don't worry Prowl, it'll come off until I've gotten back my pet. But why don't we have a bit of fun together? And it'll be our little secret, unless of course you wish to share your experience with Jazz."

"I will not give into you nor will I allow the Autobots to lose. Get this ridiculous contraption off of me or I will rip it off." Prowl managed to free an arm, and tried to pull the collar off, but when he touched it he shouted out in surprise. "It shocked me!"

"Very good Prowl, now we can't have you seeing me yet, so we're just going to do this." He grabbed a blind fold from within his subspace, and covered Prowl's optics. The mech grabbed each of his limbs while Prowl continued to struggle, and hog-tied him. The Praxian was laying on his front with his limbs achingly pinned in an angle they were not used to. Soundwave circled the restrained and collared tactician, he folded his arms behind his back as he thought of where to start. "I know you are a Sire mech, which sadly means I can't use a valve, but you do have a perfectly good mouth and aft I could use."

The black and white Praxian flinched violently when he felt digits touch his wings. Soundwave chuckled again before snapping his digits, and Ravage walked over. Do I have to? The feline didn't mind sharing lovers with Soundwave nor did he mind fragging Jazz, but this was Prowl and he didn't know what to do. Soundwave nodded before moving Prowl's legs at an angle Ravage could reach his port. "Stop it!" The Autobot tried to break free of the bonds, but he couldn't get much movement.

"Why don't I give you something better to focus on?" Soundwave said as he sent Prowl images and memories of him fragging Jazz. Prowl stiffened when he was seeing the memories. The Host Carrier purred and started caressing Prowl as he replayed his memories more slowly. "That's right Prowl, focus on Jazz's moans. Focus on his expressions, him begging for more, and his eagerness to be filled and covered in lubricant."

Jazz was collared and was sitting on his lap with his arms folded behind his back. His legs were curled up on the sides of Soundwave's legs, and used them to ride Soundwave's spike. Soundwave was sitting at his desk having a conversation with another lord of Kaon, but the conversation wasn't interesting enough and he wanted entertainment. "Go harder pet, I want to feel your wall."

"Y-Yes master." Jazz lifted himself all the way to the tip of the large spike with shivers and whines before letting himself almost drop back down. His chest puffed out as he moaned out loudly. "Frag!"

Prowl moaned as if it was his spike that the Polyhexian just slammed onto. Soundwave manually overrode Prowl's aft plating for Ravage and changed the memory to a memory of him taking Jazz in the aft. Ravage started licking the port, feeling the Autobot shiver under his rough glossa. "Has he called you master in the berth? Has he been so submissive and obedient that you just want to show off to everyone how good he is?"

The Praxian shifted uncomfortably as his spike pressed against his plating. He was focused on the memory of Jazz's port being played with, his wings were twitching as he could hear the visored mech moaning out. Ravage felt Soundwave open up the bond more to let him feel his growing arousal. The feline extended out his spike and pressed the tip against the tight area, and slowly pushed himself inside. He gave a grunt once he was able to start moving, the cave echoed with the Praxian's moan.

Jazz looked over his shoulder, his face was heated up and he was biting his digit to keep quiet. He whimpered in arousal as the both looked at his port stretch out for the false spike. Soundwave was groping his aft as he moved the spike. "You are so good pet, should we test out the next size up? It would be the size of a medium-sized Predacon." The Polyhexian nodded as he moaned out more as the toy was slowly being pulled out of him. "What did I say about noises my pet?" The visored mech bit down harder on his digit when he felt another moan coming on.

Prowl started heating up and was panting softly. He felt the spike in his aft start moving. "Wh-Who else is here? F-Frag." The Praxian has never been on the receiving end of pleasure, and it showed from Ravage continuously grunting as he tried to stretch the mech out. Soundwave crouched down in front of Prowl and lifted his helm up with his digits curling around his chin. Prowl was seeing his own memories of him with Jazz messing around. "J-Jazz."

Fragging Primus he is so tight. Doubt the twins could even fit in together. Ravage dug his claws into Prowl's protoform, getting him to buck with a small yelp. Soundwave felt the mech tremble from the spike of arousal. "Not as expressive as Jazz, but that's okay I can see that you are enjoying it. So many ideas to modify you." Prowl tensed at the word modify, and the Decepticon started stroking the mech's wings. "Oh, don't worry I won't modify you to the extent I have with Jazz, but I will be adding a few things."

Prowl's battle computer started bringing up numbers and calculated the chances of him breaking free. He turned his helm away as his face twisted in pain. Don't crash, don't crash. Soundwave didn't know what was causing the Praxian to reach a glitch, but he wasn't going to let him injure himself. The mech snapped his digits beside his helm as he spoke.

"Focus on my voice and the pleasure." Soundwave instructed as he looked at Ravage, and he knew that the spurs that lined his spike had activated. The Praxian shook his helm, not about to be tricked into letting himself fall into the forced pleasure. "If you don't do as I say, you're going to crash. And you don't want to have to explain to your medic why you crashed."

I hate that he's right, how do I even begin to tell Ratchet that Jazz's master has been toying with me since we started interfacing? Prowl questioned himself. His wings were no longer stiff and started twitching slowly. He wasn't about to let himself get lost into the present, and focused on Jazz. His entire frame started relaxing as he got into a past memory.

Prowl wrapped his arms around Jazz's waist as he pressed against his back. Jazz laughed lightly while the two stood under the hot water. "Can I ask why you shower in such hot water? This is almost too much for me." The Praxian teased before lining the side of Jazz's neck with light pecks. The Polyhexian pressed into the mech behind him.

"Ah hate dah cold." Jazz said before turning around to wrap his arms around his lover. He pressed the top of his helm under Prowl's chin, purring softly. "Prowler, Ah need ya so badly." The Polyhexian pulled back just enough to lick from his neck to the tip of Prowl's chin. Prowl groaned at the exciting feeling, loving how arousing Jazz could be when he wanted to.

"We have a meeting in a breem Jazz." Prowl said and saw the sudden pout on the mech's face, and he pushed him against the wall. He pinned his arms above his helm before kissing the mech's lips. "So, I hope you can overload in half a breem."

Ravage started getting into a rhythm and Soundwave was watching Prowl leaving the dangers of a crash. He watched the blindfolded mech relax even further as he moaned softly. Soundwave knew that training a fully grown mech was going to be a challenge, but he now had a few things that would make it easier to train him. I'll have to come up with a good trigger for him, but I don't want him to be a pet. Hmmm… perhaps use his enforcer background to my advantage. The Host reached behind Prowl, and massaged the wings. Will have to do a bit of different training on him.

The Praxian moaned as he was imaging Jazz rubbing his wings. "Jazz." Soundwave was going to let the name slip, but once he was his, Prowl will know to scream his name. He saw Ravage overload into Prowl, and staid still panting slightly before pulling out. Prowl was moving around from the sudden strange feeling and his spike was wanting to be free.

-end M rated-

"Mmm, I would love to make you beg for me, but it appears our time is up. Take as much time as you want, we'll be gone by the time you have the strength to move." Soundwave opened his cassette deck to let Ravage recover from the overload. He cut the restraints off and removed the collar before leaving him. Good job Ravage, I'll be sure to let you take your frustration out on me.

You better, he's too tight for my liking. Ravage grumbled through the bond before slipping into recharge. Back in the cave Prowl managed to get control of his frame, and when he ripped the blind fold off he couldn't see anyone. He groaned in pain as he touched his aft, feeling the transfluid from whoever had fragged him escape his port. The Praxian was agitated and in pain, he didn't want to be around anyone after what he just went through.

Jazz was humming through the halls as he made his way to Prowl's office. He never bothered knocking out of habit, and as soon as the door slid open and he walked through he was hit with a death glare. "Will you knock before just prancing in here like you own the place!?" Jazz was a bit taken aback from the anger that his lover was projecting onto him. The Praxian's wings were flared and he was trying to distract himself from the pain in his port.

What climbed up his tailpipe? Jazz held onto the cubes and walked over to set the cube down in front of his lover. "Sorry, didn't realize it bothered ya so much. Well can Ah sit with ya and chat, or do Ah need tah set up an appointment for dat?" He looked at the mech that was sitting down with a scowl on his face. "Look, if yer mad about yesterday, Ah was really overcharged. Ah didn't know Ah had been swappin' paint with Air Raid."

"I'm not mad about that Jazz, just leave me alone okay? I really don't want to be around anyone right now." Prowl didn't mean to yell at Jazz, but he was still in pain after the incident in the cave. He didn't tell anyone about it and he had been avoiding interfacing with Jazz. The Praxian glanced up to see Jazz set a cube on the desk, and left him alone. Prowl shouted and threw a datapad across the room, outside the closed door Jazz flinched from the sounds.

Did I do something to make him mad? Jazz frowned with confusion before going to the one mech he could think of to get some answers. ::Hey Blue, can we talk?::