Disclaimer: still not mine (namless Seeker femme might be mine, but I don't want her) and not making a cent for this

Warnings: slash(duh), attempted rape and a nameless character's death

Possessive

After their first meeting, Jazz could not help but think back on the kiss he had started. It kept him online during his recharge time. It danced around his mind to the beat of his music during his free time. And it kept distracting him during his work hours. It was beginning to drive the mech mad. How could he fight in a war when he was lusting after the enemy? Only it wasn't entire lust, but also a desire to understand the mysterious mech behind the facemask. Jazz believed he had caught a glimpse of him, and he had liked what he found there.

Soundwave was an intelligent mech, with a voice that made him dizzy in both his real tone and his indifferent monotone, and accompanied by a face that made him look back into his memory banks just for a glimpse of it. And to top it all, he had looked pleased by him using his internal radio. Not many Cybertronians had given him a chance once they knew that thing existed. They claimed he wasn't giving them his full attention, as if they knew how his systems worked.

The second time they met, Jazz was in a hurry. He had just placed a bomb and had approximately thirty-six breems to get out. He was so busy hurrying to get out; he didn't hear the Officer walking down that hallway. He collided into him and fell on top of the Decepticon.

"Soundwave?" – He had said, stupidly, after looking up and finding the visor and facemask that kept his memory banks busy.

"Autobot Jazz." – Replied the Communication's Officer, recognizing the Bot despite him having yet another form and paintjob.

Suddenly remembering there was a bomb about to explode, Jazz got to his feet, pulling the Decepticon with him and went back to running towards the exit. Making sure to not let Soundwave out of his grasp; he figured the Con had checked inside his mind and assessed the situation, because he offered no resistance.

They got out, just in their last breem and, as the place exploded, he once again kissed the blue mech; this time tearing the mask off and attacking him hungrily. Placing all his pent up feelings on that kiss. Only after he had left did he realized Soundwave had kissed him back with the same urgency.

On their third meeting, Jazz killed someone. He had infiltrated a Decepticon's warehouse. All he had to do was get the inventory and leave without getting caught after having rerouted the next shipments to the Autobots. He had been able to do the first task easily, and would've performed the second, if not for the discussion happening near him.

He could only hear one person arguing, but his sensors got two robots sighted. He felt a tingling on his sensors, but it didn't feel alarming, instead it felt nice. It was then he saw who the two arguing Decepticons were: Soundwave and a femme Seeker. He watched as she got closer to him.

"I've seen you watching me, Soundwave. I know this is what you want." – Purred the femme and Jazz felt his fuel pump accelerate.

"Misunderstanding." – was all the Officer said and the femme laughed. Jazz wanted to rip her vocalizer out.

The femme only got closer, too close for Jazz's liking, and he watched as Soundwave didn't do anything. He felt his spark growing cold as the femme took out his facemask and kissed the blue mech, but then he caught Soundwave's visor looking at him.

He looked defeated, as if he was being forced into this and he couldn't fight back. Jazz felt his systems go numb while at the same time a sensation of urgency, outrage and sheer panic washed over him and clouded his sensors. He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. When he got his bearings, he noticed the femme had stopped kissing Soundwave and was now getting all the necessary interface cables out. Jazz watched in morbid fascination, as Soundwave still did nothing, except look at him. He wanted to run away and leave them alone, but his legs weren't cooperating. Until the femme laughed and said, - "What do you think about my little invention now, Soundwave?"

The Autobot watched as she got a funny looking device from behind Soundwave. – "All I had to do was to lace your energon with my special formula and this device completed the trick." – She kissed him again and slapped the mech hard. – "This will teach you to never again mock me! You will be mine today and tomorrow I'll show Megatron himself how pathetic and weak he is against my inventions."

She moved, ready to begin interfacing, when she suddenly slumped forward and fell to the floor with a pained cry. Behind her, Jazz stood, gun in hand and visor shinning a dark blue. The femme began to get up, but the saboteur kicked her back to the floor and pointed the gun at her head.

"How do I make him move again?" – Asked Jazz, voice devoid of all emotion.

"Take a dive in the smelting pits, Autobot!" – Cried the injured femme, gaining another kick from the black and white mech.

"You better tell me, before I kill you." – The saboteur replied, visor flashing dangerously and his usual smile turned into an angry snarl. The femme realized the Bot's threat was serious and her face became clouded with fear.

"Just push that button on the right." – She cried again, looking for any way out.

"You better not be telling lies or I'll make you suffer." – The cold voice told her, as Jazz pushed the button and Soundwave slumped to the ground.

The Decepticon Officer shuddered before composing himself and getting back to his feet. The femme smiled at Jazz, thinking he was going to let her go, when Jazz smiled at her and said. – "You touched what is mine. Now you die." – And he pulled the trigger. Both mechs watched as the femme's head exploded. Soundwave gave Jazz as questioning look, but the Bot ignored him. Instead, Jazz reached with his hand and caressed his face.

"You are mine." – The white and black mech said, his vocalizer making it sound like a growl. – "No one else touches you. No one hurts you."

Soundwave just stood there, a slight almost unnoticeable tremor going through his frame, probably due to the ordeal. But then Decepticon looked into his visor and smiled. This time it was him that reached forward and kissed the saboteur. Jazz almost lost himself to the sensations, but everything turned black. When he came online again, the warehouse was empty save for the femme's corpse.

It took Jazz three meetings to understand that Soundwave belonged to him since the first time they saw each other. It took only one to make him realize that nothing stood between him and what he considered his.