The Autobots didn't even see them coming.

After they had launched an attack on their base, after which Meister – no, Jazz, had disappeared, Megatron had pushed Prowl to the limit to plan a revenge attack.

It worked magnificently and they had a large supply of Autobot prisoners to prove it. Jazz was one of them.

Soundwave in all of his infinite knowledge instructed Prowl to go down to his cell and take him into an interrogation room and squeeze as much information out of him as possible. Prowl was only too happy to do so, and now Jazz was nicely chained up to a wall in a dim room with rusting, crumbling walls and a distinct smell of rancid energon hanging in the air.

Prowl sat down on a chair facing him and simply stared at him. Jazz stared back through his cracked visor.

And Prowl stared.

And stared.

And stared.

Enough was enough, and Jazz shifted uncomfortably. He felt Prowls optics burning into him as if he were seeing past his armour and inside him, viewing the mechanisms that gave him movement, the ability to transform and life itself. "Ain't ya gonna do somethin'?"

"No."

"Ya just gonna stare me to death?"

"If that were possible, then yes."

Jazz laughed, his chains rattling. "This is gonna be fun, Prowler."

"My name is Prowl." He hissed, doorwings flaring into a 'v' and suddenly standing up with so much force that his chair fell backwards. Jazz pressed back into the wall slightly. He was well aware that he was completely defenceless and he had incredibly limited movement. He wasn't stupid enough to believe that Prowl wouldn't hurt him because of Meister – he would. He most certainly would, if the sounds of absolute fury Prowl made while he was hunting him down after he blew his cover were anything to go by.

There wouldn't be a rescue this time. He hoped Megatron was generous enough to negotiate a release.

Prowl took a deep intake and his doorwings lowered back into their neutral position. He released it slowly, ending it with a small smile that was empty and emotionless, promising a painful experience for Jazz. He slowly walked towards Jazz, and when he was close enough he gently lifted his chin and pushed his head back as far back as it could go, his clawed finger tips scratching and digging into Jazz's throat. Jazz stiffened, unwilling to move lest Prowls fingers lodged themselves inside his throat.

"Let's remember that, shall we?"

Jazz pressed his lips together into a thin line and managed a small nod, Prowls claws pricking his throat and drawing small beads of energon. Prowl glanced down uninterestedly and his smile grew when he saw the energon. "Unfortunately, I've been tasked with getting information out of you. While it would be far, far easier to plug in and take a look around, I fear that you have some interesting firewalls. Am I correct in this assumption?"

"What do ya think?"

"I take that I am correct. Now, this leaves me with very few options. Now, you can save us both the hassle and just tell me, or I'm going to have to move onto some more extreme methods."

"Ah ain't tellin' ya anythin'."

"I thought you'd say that." Prowl replied, moving his hand away from Jazz's throat and instead using it to hold his face, thumb rubbing under a damaged optic. His other hand came up to rest on his shoulder, incredibly close to where there was a long gash running from his shoulder down to his knee. It looked painful and it was already infected, the metal around it discolouring to a shade of green. The energon that had clotted in it was leaking infected fluids and looked wet. Very slowly, he slid his hand along until he came to where it started and slid his fingers inside, making sure to shove them in as harshly as he could. Jazz released a strangled yelp, whimpering at the pain it caused.

Prowl took a small pleasure in the fact he could draw such delicious sounds out of Jazz with pain or pleasure. "I'd like to know why you were first sent here."

"Ah thought that'd be obvious."

"Tell me." Prowl wiggled his fingers, forcing the clotted energon out of the wound and drawing out more energon and infected fluids. Jazz whimpered again, trying to move as far away from Prowl as possible.

"Ta assassinate ya."

"Was failing part of the plan?"

"No"

"Was creating a false identity part of the plan?"

"No"

"What should you have done?"

"Returned to the base"

"And why didn't you?"

Jazz was silent and didn't reply. He looked down as best as he could with Prowls hand keeping his helm firmly in place. Prowl pinched a wire he found harshly. "Why."

"Ah didn't want ta" Jazz gasped, back arching slightly as he hissed in pain.

"Pride?"

"Interest."

Prowls doorwings perked up at that. "With the information?"

"With you."

Prowl immediately tore his hand out of Jazz's shoulder and stepped away from him, breaking all contact. Jazz gave a shout of pain and whimpered when Prowl sat down again. He crossed his legs, rested an elbow on his knee and regarded Jazz with cold optics. "Interesting."

It had been joors since Prowl first went in there and nobody had heard a single thing from him. However, nobody was worried. Prowl held records of being in there for cycles before he emerged, covered in energon, and informing them that they'd have to return a carcass to the Autobots. This track record was also known among the Autobots, however they didn't know it was Prowl who held it. They thought it would be someone like Soundwave.

Jazz was still conscious; however there was energon all over himself and the floor along with parts of his body. Various internal organs were on the floor, however none of them were vital or hard to replace. Prowl knew when to start inflicting potentially fatal punishments for faltering.

He had been mostly stripped of his armour, his limbs almost entirely bare and his stomach plating lay on the other side of the room after being brutally ripped from him. There were coolant tracks on Jazz's face from when he had started to buckle from the pain.

But now, the chains that held Jazz's legs were laying abandoned on the floor around Prowls feet. Prowl himself was sitting in the chair, rubbing his hands with a cleaning rag to clear them of the fluids that covered them. He was watching Jazz with dim optics as the other mech squirmed under the scrutiny, an obvious high charge running through his circuits. The circuits that had been made visible through the loss of armour, and in some cases even the protoform, were clearly sparking.

Jazz tried desperately to press his thighs together to hide the lubricant that was running down them in rivets. He was loath to admit that despite the extreme pain he was in, some sick part of him found themselves enjoying it and it felt good. His panel had been torn away earlier by Prowl not long after he'd discovered the heat there. There was absolutely nothing that could stop Prowl from taking him there and then as brutally as he wished, however he stayed firmly seated in his chair with a predatory look in his optics.

Prowl stood and approached Jazz again, dropping the cleaning rag onto the chair.

Jazz tensed as he saw Prowl approaching. As much as he wanted nothing more than to hook his legs around his hips and beg that he did something to get rid of the painfully high charge that ran rampant through his systems, the last time he did that Prowl saw fit to tear some of his armour off.

So he wouldn't move unless instructed.

As he had learned.

Jazz was so blinded by the agony he was in that he didn't realise Prowl was conditioning him. All he knew was that he wanted the pain to stop.

Prowl stopped when their chassis' were touching, and he gently tilted Jazz's head up so he was forced to look him in the optic. "You've been very naughty, Jazz." He purred into his audial, making Jazz shudder with a fresh rush of lubricant dribbling out of his valve. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Ah'll be good" Jazz whimpered, knowing that if he didn't comply and play along with Prowls sick game, he'd be losing another organ.

"Let me in." Prowl replied, tapping the data port at the top of Jazz's neck where it met his helm. Jazz paused before Prowl harshly nipped his neck, drawing energon, and repeated himself with a growl. The panel protecting it hesitantly slid aside and Prowl licked the wound almost apologetically as he opened a panel on his wrist and slid out a cable, quickly plugging in.

He was met with thick firewalls, however he knew just how to get past them.

"Good mech" Prowl said, the hand that wasn't currently pressed into the wall to keep it close to the data port reaching down and pulling one of Jazz's legs up so it was hooked over his hip plating. Jazz quickly swung his other leg up to join it, ignoring the way his joints protested and wires sparked. He was rewarded with a long line of kisses going down his throat and a rough grind of hip plating against his own. He barely held back a moan.

"Have you been good while you were away?"

"As Ah can be"

Prowl slipped a digit into Jazz's hip, teasing the wires he found. "I hope no one else has touched what is mine. I'll have to punish them." Prowl wasn't going to deny that he had considered Meister as his. If he saw any other Decepticon give him a glance that lingered far too long to be a curious glance he would feel a dark, heavy feeling bubble up inside him and that Decepticon would soon find themselves surrounded by bad fortune. Jazz clutched onto the chains attached to his wrists and whimpered. While he had received offers, he had rejected them. Even from mechs he didn't hesitate to leap into berth with before – it didn't feel right to. No, he had completely and utterly given himself to Prowl as Meister. There was very little he had left to give.

"No" Jazz panted, finding coherent thought more difficult than before with a deft digit in his hip, the feeling of Prowl breathing against his neck and the way his hips ground against his own.

"Good" Prowl growled, suddenly pulling Jazz upwards. There was a faint click of a panel being opened before Jazz was pulled back down again and fully seated on his length. He moaned and buried his face into Prowls neck as best he could, mouthing the metal. Prowl grit his teeth together to stop himself from making any noise.

He had used this tactic many times before on other Decepticons when Megatron suspected they were up to something or hiding information from him – never a prisoner nor an Autobot – and it usually worked. Overload the mech and when the energy is surging through the connection, go against the flow and bypass the firewalls. It always ended up with two crashed bots and it was rather painful , however it got information.

He could feel the crackle of Jazz's charge and he knew that Jazz didn't have long until he was pushed over the edge. Nibbling along Jazz's neck, he set a fast and hard pace that had Jazz scraping against the wall. Jazz was tugging at his chains, desperate to be able to touch the other mech and return the favour, however Prowl wasn't letting him. His visor flickering was the only warning Prowl had that his overload was imminent as his vocal processor had glitched.

As soon as it hit with a garbled burst of static from Jazz, Prowl bypassed his firewalls and quickly stole all of the information he could before crashing.

Prowl onlined again on the floor of the interrogation room. Jazz was still offline, and Prowl knew that he would be until he was repaired. He felt a small shred of guilt that Jazz was in that state; however he quickly crushed it down. Guilt was not something a Decepticon had. He smirked as he Hook. He'd be keeping Jazz, he'd make certain of it.

Originally requested by Lair of the Twisted Muses, who also asked for more!