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
M-rated is marked; safe to proceed.
Ch. 25
"No, no, no Prowl helm up and wings out at a forty-five angle." Soundwave pulled on the thin cables that were looped through the rings in the Praxian's wings. Prowl clenched his jaw as he tried to resist the pull on his sensitive appendages. Jazz was kneeling on the ground near the two mechs, his helm was holding up proudly and his servos were folded behind his back. The Polyhexian looked up at Soundwave with a smile on his face. "Good job my pet, you make me so proud."
Soundwave praised Jazz before focusing back on Prowl. He walked around the kneeling mech. Prowl kept his helm down and refused to look at the mech. The blue mech stopped in front of him, he grabbed his face to force him to look up at him. "Look at me Prowl. You're going to be with me for a very long time. Wings down… down… good leave them there. Jazz come here please." Jazz crawled over to Soundwave before going back into his kneeling position. "Good pet, now open up your mouth for me."
Prowl watched Jazz tilt his helm back slightly with his mouth opening wide. The blue mech removed his mask with a smile on his face as he gently pulled out his glossa. The Praxian wanted to talk, but the mouth guard on his face prevented him from doing much but sounds and he saw no point in making sounds. Soundwave smirked and Jazz looked at Prowl, his EM field was pulsing with an uncomfortable vibe. The Polyhexian frowned before crawling to Prowl, and licked the mask slowly and then backed off.
Prowl shivered from just the licking on the mask. He moved back with his optics narrowing up at Soundwave, which angered the Host a lot. "Are you disgusted by my lovely pet?" Hearing that made Prowl agitated, because he knew that Soundwave knew that Prowl couldn't be disgusted with Jazz. "Pet, maybe our new family member isn't ready to join our little games. Would you like to play with just us?"
What about him? He isn't going to be in here, is he? Jazz asked Soundwave before looking at Prowl with a disturbed glance. Soundwave snapped his digits, immediately getting Jazz's attention and Prowl could feel Jazz's EM field change. The Praxian watched Soundwave point to the berth, and Jazz crawled onto the berth with his master looking at him. "You will stay there quietly, and think about your attitude Prowl."
I'm not watching you take Jazz! Prowl squirmed around while making sounds of distress. Soundwave went over to Jazz, bending the startled Polyhexian over, and his servo came down on Jazz's aft. The Polyhexian gave a small cry as he got spanked almost a dozen times. He started begging for Soundwave to stop, but he wasn't going to listen. Prowl didn't like seeing Jazz crying, and he stopped moving completely. Stop, stop please Jazz doesn't deserve being punished.
-M rated-
Soundwave stopped spanking Jazz and started rubbing the sore area. He leaned over the black and white frame underneath him. Jazz didn't know what he did to get punished, but he was milking the comfort he was getting. The blue mech removed his mask and started kissing his neck. "Good mech, are you ready to play? It has been a long time since we played; where to even begin with you."
The Polyhexian's EM field spiked with happiness at finally being with Soundwave. He turned to face Soundwave with a smile on his face, completely forgetting about the third mech in the room. Jazz moved closer to Soundwave's pelvic plating, and slowly dragged his glossa up the plating. Prowl shifted as he watched Jazz continuously lick the plating with a smile on his face. The Praxian's wings were twitching as he watched Jazz pull away with a smile.
Jazz looked into Soundwave's visors as he laid on his back. The Decepticon hummed with an aroused purr of his engines. Soundwave looked over his shoulder, smirking when he saw the struggle on Prowl's face, and then looked back at Jazz. "Open your plating pet. Don't get too loud, we wouldn't want to online the sparklings."
"O-Okay. Can I call you master?" He asked with hope in his voice. Soundwave nodded while Jazz's plating opened, and he slid his spike out. Please go hard master.
He lifted one of Jazz's legs up to his chest plate and ordered the Polyhexian to hold it there. Jazz whined as Soundwave teased three digits into his valve, instantly getting the valve to tighten around the digits. The Polyhexian dug his digits into his leg with a whine, feeling the digits start flexing and curling upwards. Jazz closed his optics with a moan escaping his lips. "Pet, you're so lubricated. You have missed Master a lot if digits are arousing you this much. Release your hold of my servos and I'll give you what you want."
Prowl was leaning against his peds with his wings twitching in arousal. His intakes were getting heavy and he could feel the mask getting wet from his heavy intake. The Praxian felt his spike pressing hard against his plating, getting him to mentally groan with need. Soundwave pulled out his digits, he hummed in pleasure when his digits were coated in the iridescent blue liquid. The two mechs were watching the blue mech contemplate on what to do with the fluids. Soundwave stood up and went over to Prowl with the Praxian trying to pull away from him.
The blue mech grabbed Prowl's wing, getting him to stop moving, and he drew a glyph on the cover. He pulled away with a smirk on his face before going back to Jazz with a possessive purr. Jazz went to beg for Soundwave, but the mech above him stopped the visored mech by thrusting inside of him. He thrusted hard into Jazz, getting him to arch his back with a loud moan. "F-Frag!"
"Quiet pet or I'll have to get some toys." Soundwave leaned down and kissed Jazz roughly while thrusting harder. The Polyhexian rolled his hips with a heated groan. Prowl watched his enemy frag the mech that he loved more than anything. Are you enjoying the show Prowl? Would you like to behave? I might let you get some release. The lord pulled away long enough to sit them both up, both moaning loudly with their servos roaming their frames. Jazz shivered with his intakes hitching when Soundwave's digits played with the small bead on his valve.
Prowl snapped and looked away, not wanting to give into Soundwave for relief. His moment of resistance was short-lived when he heard a gagging coming from in front of him. Jazz was sucking on the blue mech's digits with a moan. The Praxian was getting more frustrated as he watched Soundwave take Jazz, and Jazz pretending he wasn't there. What did you put on my face?
I will tell you if you accept your position, that you belong to me, and mean it. Soundwave knew that Prowl wasn't going to be able to do this task. Prowl revved his engines with a glare on his optics. The Praxian pressed his lips together, not letting himself lose. The Host smirked against Jazz's neck before spanking the Carrier's aft. "Pet, I have a new toy I want to try on you. Stay here like this until I return, and keep your valve lubricated."
"Yes master." Jazz whimpered as he replaced Soundwave's spike with his digits. The lord got off the berth and closed himself off from Jazz, and gripped his servos tightly on Prowl's shoulders. The Polyhexian kept facing the wall flinching and moaning as his digits touched sensitive nodes.
You're a lot more strong-willed than anticipated, but how strong is it when he starts reaching his climax and begs for relief? Soundwave asked before leaving the two alone. Prowl watched Jazz tease himself with small moans, and he was digging his digits into his palms to distract himself. He watched him buck his hips with another loud moan. The Praxian bit his lip with a deep groan when he watched Jazz fall forward with his frame shaking. Prowl was hitting his limit on daily strength, and thankfully Soundwave returned with a small and narrow box.
"M-Master please, n-need to overload." Jazz begged as Soundwave opened the box and pulled out a long silver tail with a small oval shaped object on the end. Prowl watched Soundwave reach between Jazz's legs with the oval end of the toy, pressing it against his valve, and then slid it inside his aft when Jazz got the hint to open it up. The Host mech spiked the Carrier mech's valve, getting his back to curve as a needy moan escape him.
Prowl was rocking back and forth on his knees, subconsciously mirroring Soundwave's thrusts. His spike was becoming extremely painful and couldn't activate it, which meant he had to give what the mech what he wanted. Please let me release my spike… Sir. Prowl moved his wings into the position that Soundwave had been training them into. The Praxian watched Soundwave move his hips, getting Jazz to cry out in pleasure. "Pet, it seems we're going to get a new playmate. Should he join us?"
Jazz looked over his shoulder looking at Soundwave with a smile on his face. "Will it make you happy?" The blue mech purred and gently pinched some hip wiring, getting him to whine slightly. "He isn't going to hurt me, is he?"
"No, I made him unable to hurt you. Because I love you, I made sure the evil Autobot couldn't harm you or the Cassettes." Soundwave knew that Prowl wasn't going to like that Jazz called him evil, but he wasn't going to say anything thanks to the mouth guard preventing him from talking. Jazz looked over at Prowl with a fearful pulse of his field. "Do you want to help me train him? To ease your nerves. Can't have a wild animal around our creations, especially if you don't trust him."
No, no way am I going to let you torture Jazz by torturing me. The Praxian shook his helm and his wings were shaking when he noticed Jazz continuing to stare at him. The Polyhexian looked at Soundwave with a smile. "How can I help you?"
"By being my training tool." Soundwave said before snapping his digits, and per his training Jazz snapped into his pet mindset. The blue mech pointed to the floor in front of Prowl, Jazz crawled to where he was ordered to be, and Prowl watched Soundwave look very thoughtful as he started into his optics. "What should your trigger be? It can't be snapping because that will confuse poor Jazz. What do you think pet? What should his trigger be?"
The multicolored mech crawled behind Prowl, and started rapping his digits against the backsides of them three times. Prowl flinched and pulled away from him with a small growl. It was more aimed at Soundwave than at Jazz, but it was Jazz who reacted by the growl and pulled away from him. No, Jazz don't leave. Prowl tried to look at the mech, but Soundwave backhanded him to the ground with Jazz scrambling backwards.
"You are being very uncooperative, what will it take for you to start listening to me?" Soundwave went to hit Prowl again, but a pair of black arms wrapped around his. He looked down at the frowning Jazz. "Jazz, release me now."
The Polyhexian shook his helm and whimpered. He's family and you told me to care for family. I can get him to listen, please let me try. Jazz felt Soundwave pull away, taking that as a silent way of granting him permission to do what he needed. He went to the Autobot on the ground and tapped his digits on the wings three times before giving his chest a quick peck. Prowl flinched from the contact, his frame familiar to the touch. Soundwave was going to let Jazz have his moment, but when he had Prowl alone it was going to be a whole other story.
Four groons had gone by and Jazz was now tapping Prowl's wings before grinding against him. The mech underneath him was groaning at the feeling of relief from the intense pressure on his plating. Jazz felt Prowl roll his hips with him, and he moaned with his artificial tail swaying behind him when he moved with him. Soundwave stood up and started pacing the two mechs on the floor. Prowl was pulled out of his trance and followed Soundwave, but that was corrected by Jazz giving one of the rings a small flick. He gave a muffled shout and looked at Jazz with a hidden frown. The visored mech tapped his digits before massaging his wings and kissing his neck.
"Pet turn and face his panel. He deserves a reward for being so good." Soundwave was back in his calm and collected mindset, and was ready to get back to his original task. Jazz didn't look up at Soundwave as he turned, scooting back slightly and started using the trigger before licking the heated panel slowly. Prowl bucked his hips with a heated moan and his wings quivering behind him. "Do you want to overload Prowl? All you have to do is ask politely."
He removed the mask, chuckling at how much condensation had built up since it was put on. Jazz didn't stop doing the tap and lick action, making it hard for Prowl to say what he wanted to say. The mech looked Soundwave in the visors as he did what he was ordered to do. "Please Sir, I need to overload." Soundwave grabbed Prowl's servos and placed them on Jazz's hips, pushing the black hips closer to the Praxian's face, and stepped back to admire the scene. Prowl didn't need to be told what Soundwave wanted him to do, and the ministrations on his panel was too much for him to ignore his primal instinct.
He started copying the other's motions and they both arched into each other with moans. Prowl moved the tail out of his way as he licked from Jazz's valve to the exterior of his port. The pressure on Jazz's interface unit was enough to get him to start squirming and begging. Prowl held the Carrier mech's hips in place, losing himself in the moment of being with his lover. This is Jazz, my Jazz. My seventy percent.
"Please I need more." Jazz cried out with his frame rubbing against the other beneath him. Prowl's plating slid open and Jazz stared at it with surprise and curiosity. He started stroking it with his glossa licking the tip of it, being gentle of the tiny ring that pierced through the tip of the Praxian's spike. Prowl squeezed his hips hard with an aroused moan. Jazz slid his mouth over the entire length only twice before Prowl overloaded into his mouth.
-end M rated-
Prowl collapsed with his fans kicking in and he stared up at the ceiling with heavy panting. Jazz wasn't too far behind with his overload, getting it all over Prowl's chest plate and on the exterior of his valve. "Go clean up pet. I have to tend to Prowl."
But you're dirty too. Jazz said through the bond before standing up and gave Soundwave a gentle kiss on the cheek before going into the washroom. When they were alone, the blue mech knelt beside Prowl, and made him look down at his spike. Prowl saw the piercing on his spike and strange ridges on the sides. "All of that agonizing pain and stress could have been avoided if you just did as you were told. What do you think about your new additions? Don't worry about the ring, no one will touch it besides me and Jazz. And the ridges, they'll activate when you enter Jazz's valve. Are you going to behave Prowl, or do you want to continue this defiant streak?"
"You didn't need to hurt Jazz. And I demand that you remove these from my body, but I know that you will tell me that I don't get a choice. Why did you let Jazz do that to me? He wouldn't have done that to me by himself." Prowl looked away with his wings twitching when he got a small flick on the tips. "Sir."
"You're right I didn't, but you corrected yourself. I realized that you will allow yourself to be punished, so Jazz will carry out your punishments." Soundwave manually closed Prowl's pelvic plating before wrapping his servos around the Praxian's face. "I will do anything to see that Jazz is happy and behaved. He wanted to be relieved of his overload and you wanted relief also, so why not let you both take care of each other? Now will you behave or will I have to take you back to the isolation room?"
The Praxian turned his helm to the side with a frown. "As much as I love Jazz, I will not let you win my freedom. Not without a fight."
Soundwave chuckled as he stood straight. "Good. And I won't have to worry about anyone begging me not to hurt you."
I hope you all enjoyed! I wanted to give you guys an update on TWOS before the holidays. So think of it as a Christmas gift from me to you! Haha. Picture of the isolation room is in AO3!