When Shockwave came to him requesting to speak with him privately, Megatron had not expected for his request to have been fulfilled. Not only had Shockwave achieved Synth-En stablelization, but had found the pest's perfected sample of unstable energon now fused with his in a fifty percent chance of conception.

Shockwave hadn't hesitated to add that 'preparation' would increase it to eighty-five percent. Nor had he wasted any time in explaining just how to do it. Megatron was not blind to see what Shockwave could not -would not- acknowledge, but he held his glossa. The scientist's 'fascination' with the pest did not impede his judgement, unlike Knock Out's or Predaking's obsession.

Megatron knew what he wanted from the pest, and he would not be ensnared as they were. Although, he thought, having just issued his proclamation to the pest, noting how he struggled to get away, I admit it will give me pleasure to watch him squirm.

He'd told Soundwave to keep the Nemesis in constant ground bridge jumps, and to issue an order to the crew he wasn't to be disturbed for five days. Shockwave said with the right preparation the conception could occur in three, but Megatron wanted those two extra days just to torment this creature which caused him such strife.

He was going to break him.

Jack didn't want to believe anything this tyrant told him, but his mind kept whirling with no, no, no making it so hard to concentrate. He wasn't sure he'd want to think though. His wrists hardly budged as he tried to move them, only creating a stress on his joints he didn't need. But in the haze of do not want, Jack's body froze before his mind caught up.

He vented in short, rapid breaths, his spark hammering wildly in his chest as his optics were drawn to the servo resting on his thigh. It was cold, a nauseating contrast to the remnants of the searing heat which had coursed through Jack's frame. "Don-touch-me."

Megatron chuckled darkly. "Did you not hear me? You're mine to do with as I please." his claws were almost gentle, merely ghosting along Jack's thigh to his stomach.

But Jack would not be fooled. He had no doubt things could turn on a dime. "Not-yours."

"If you wish to fight, by all means go ahead," Megatron smirked viciously down at him, "but don't think by the end of this you will not be pregnant with my sparkling."

Jack shuddered, disgust curling in his spark. It was hard to remember some things, still hidden behind a fog, but it was not hard to remember why he hated this mech. "Won't let you." he rasped, his voice growing stronger.

"Such naivety, or is this your pathetic attempt to reassure yourself?" Megatron questioned. A single digit traced along the faint scarring in the plating. A white contrast to the light blue-not quite off-white his protoform had turned. Jack could hazard a guess that energon did something more than just send him into the throes of pain.

Megatron's other servo traced over the cut on Jack's cheek, and his head snapped to the side, jaws closing on air. Megatron unfortunately had the reflexes to pull back before Jack could bite him.

The silver mech met Jack's furious blue optics with the same smug self-confidence. "Such an animalistic display. Still, if you insist."

"Wha-uk!" Jack's optics went wide as two digits were shoved into his mouth, right up to the knuckle. There was no gag reflex, and his jaw couldn't even bite down due to the thumb pressing down on his chin.

It was disgusting, his mouth stretched wide and his head held in place. Jack's mouth couldn't water, leaving him tasting everything as his sensors took it in against his will. The knuckles pressed against the top row of his denta, the tip of the digits resting along the slope which led down his throat. The cold steel, the grit and dirt, everything.

Jack's optics squeezed shut. He hated it, hated him.

"Why so shy? Is this not what you wanted?" There was a taunting edge in Megatron's voice. Jack opened his optics enough to send him a scalding glare he hoped conveyed this wasn't what I wanted and you know it, but the mech only smirked at him again. "So fickle; you wanted something in your mouth and you are still ungrateful. No matter, I will merely need to try again, won't I?"

Jack didn't reply. When the digits pulled out of his mouth, Jack sucked in all the fresh air he could, his vents working in over time to cycle in the air as well. The silver mech's scent clinging to everything made him choke, but he had to push through it. The only relief was the servo leaving his stomach. His optics were locked onto the ceiling, but from the corner of his vision he saw Megatron open the nook along the wall, and pulled out a glowing blue cube.

Jack's not-stomach ached, hollow and painfully aware it had been hours since Shockwave fed him.

Megatron grinned sharply. He knew it too. "The perfected Synth-En stablelizing your body's CNA must have been tiring." he held the cube right in front of Jack's face, just a hairsbreath away. The cube was sealed, but Jack could swear he smelt the undescribable scent of it anyway.

"This need not be unpleasant," the mech's tone was almost considerate, gentle. A stark contrast from before, and it put Jack on edge, "one cube of energon, surely that is worth your pride."

Jack glared at the mech over the edge of the cube, wishing so much he could burn a hole through him. Wished for it so much it hurt. If my throat wasn't likely to give out completely I'd tell you where to shove it. "No."

Megatron didn't look surprised or disappointed; if anything, he seemed amused. "Then I await the moment your will crumbles." he cracked open an edge on the cube, and began to drink it right in front of him.

Jack's not-stomach ached, and he looked away. His optics closed and he tried to focus on something else, something other than the emptiness within him. He stiffened and his optics snapped open as a scraping rang beside him, before a form slid onto the berth. "Wha-wha-?"

"Did you honestly expect me to recharge on the floor?" Megatron asked, his voice low and mocking in Jack's audio. The waft of the energon drifted into his olfactory, and Jack grimaced, the hollowness of his not-stomach making itself known again.

"And," one of Megatron's servos snaked under Jack's back, the other wrapping itself around his waist to grip his hip, "I have a feeling we're going to be spending quite a bit of time together."

Jack gritted his denta, his optics narrowed as he focused on the ceiling, and not the weight curled around him. I will not break, I will not break!