Furrowing his optic ridges, Jack wondered why his optics were shut. A startled jolt ran down his spinal strut as realization set in. Oh scrap, I fell alseep! That woke him back up, cursing himself for allowing a moment of weakness. It hadn't mattered Megatron was too smug in this situation to fall into recharge sooner-or merely pretended to, but Jack was frustrated to find he couldn't be certain-but he wasn't going to let him catch him asleep.
Jack refused to give him even that satisfaction.
And not too long after, Megatron began to stir, his systems moving from a light hum to a more pronounced thrum which made Jack cringe as he could feel it through his plating. The tyrant caught his angry gaze, and he smirked. "Did you really spend all night awake?" he scoffed. "If you did then you're more foolish than I realized."
Jack's jaw clenched, his glare searing.
Megatron ignored him as he got up from the berth, but did not hide his smirk when Jack couldn't stop the moment of relief from showing through on his face when the other mech's weight was gone.
The nook was opened again, and though Jack couldn't see what else was inside it, the glowing cube extracted told him it was time for round two. Jack's frame tensed, his joints coiled tight despite the painful sensations it brought. "No."
Megatron raised an optic ridge, but then his lips curled into a sharp smile. "You should not be so quick to refuse. Your pride is one thing, but what about your life?" his smile widened when Jack flinched, but stubbornly refused to answer. The silver mech vented as though he were dealing with some unruly child. "Very well, as a show of good faith, I'll let you drink-no strings attached."
Jack's optics widened as the cube was offered to him, the seal cracked to allow him to scent the energon. His optics narrowed just as quickly. There's no way he's telling the truth. He would not be entrapped by this 'kindness'. He would not fall for it. "No."
"Do not be so quick to reply," Megatron dipped a digit into the cube, and Jack froze as it dropped onto his chest plate before the digit swiped it along Jack's collar, "why not have a taste at least?"
Jack's denta grounded, the scent of the energon beckoning him and his aching not-stomach urged to him to give in, but his processor held firm. He eyed the energon, tense as he saw the distance was too far to reach just by bending his head, but would be well within reach of his glossa. He wants me to lick myself-you fucker. "No."
"Oh?" And Jack hated Megatron all the more when the mech raised his optic ridge again, this time openly derisive. "Then perhaps you need more incentive." he dipped his digit into the cube once more, and the energon went drip drip drip along Jack's collar.
It didn't stop there though. Jack tensed up, his lips pressing into a tight line as the energon dripped into his chin, and the digit ran along his bottom lip. The smell was tantalizing, the ache and urge to drink almost overpowering him.
Almost. Jack's remaining willpower was spent fighting down the impulse to bite Megatron's digit again. He wouldn't put it past the mech to know Jack wouldn't risk 'drinking' even a speck of energon for that to be taken as consent.
It smells so good though, but Jack forced himself to push that thought away, along with the hungry, empty feeling inside of him. He waited until Megatron pulled his digit away before spitting through his teeth a, "No."
Megatron still did not look disappointed, nor as though he were growing impatient. It scared Jack to imagine just what the breaking point was goingt to be. "No matter, there is still plenty of time left." he set the opened cube onto the trolley, a thing which was always causing worry in the back of Jack's mind, before Megatron reached into the nook against and pulled out a mesh cloth and a strangely round rectangular cube with a spivot on the end.
Jack gave him a suspicous glare. "What's that?" he asked grudgingly as he was careful to keep the energon still on his lip from spilling into his mouth.
"It's for cleaning." Megatron gave him a deadpan stare. "Knock Out might take personal grooming to an extreme, but I do expect my troops to maintain themselves."
"Not your trooper." Jack gritted out.
Megatron chuckled darkly, and gestured to the room as a whole. "Look around you, there is not a single thing out of place or that disgusting dust in the air. I keep this room in top shape, just as with all my possessions." Very pointedly, he aimed the nozzle at Jack's collar and pressed down on the spivot.
Jack flinched as a yellow substance which smelled strongly like a disefectant mixed in with soap left his head reeling. It coated the energon and drove away its scent, but did not distract him though from the dig. "Not yours at all."
"You say that now, but with each passing moment it loses its conviction." Megatron said, raising his other servo to wipe the substance, slowly washing off the yellow cleaner and blue energon. "And would carrying my sparkling truly be so terrible? Any one of my troops would gladly volunteer."
Jack growled, twitching as the spray was applied to his stomach. "Then make one of them do it."
"Ah, but there in lies the problem. No doubt when Shockwave was explaining your purpose he also mentioned how we modern Cybertronians do not have the emergence chamber to carry a sparkling anymore." Megatron said, rubbing the cloth over Jack's adomen. He spent an extra moment to run the run along the seam of where his stomach plating was supposed to naturally open. "Ergo, you are the only viable option. I will use you to secure my legacy." his lips curled into a cruel smirk. "The fact the emergence will cause you pain is merely an added bonus."
Jack narrowed his optics into slits, no longer could they burn green, but it still felt like they were. "Nothing good will ever come from you, or from your spawn."
Megatron stared at him with a measured gaze. He leaned towards Jack, while his clothed servo snaked between his thighs. "Ours." Jack jumped as the mesh cloth landed on his interface panel, the digits pressing through it; the action sent a creeping sensation up his spine just as much as the declaration did.
It made Jack also come to the unpleasant realization it was true-if not in the strictest genetic sense. It had been easier to ignore that fact before, but now as Megatron continued speaking, he certainly wasn't going to leave it alone.
"The thought also fills me revulsion, for you are are a mere pest who's survived by sheer luck and those you have ensnared while here." Megatron growed, but Jack's spark curled in disgust and anger.
Ensnared? You- "I didnt want to die." Jack snapped.
Megatron snorted. "And look where you are now." Jack glared at him fiercely, but the mech only traced the cloth along his panel. Jack winced as it brushed against a seam. "Though not only would I have my revenge against you, but the Autobots as well-for them to know their pet is now my pet," he let the cloth fall onto the berth as his digits traced up Jack's body, each step he took making Jack's spark hammer away in his chest, "and carrying my heir-the thought of seeing their reactions-to see Optimus' face, well, it is certainly not going to be unpleasant."
Jack scowled at the tyrant. "Anyone tell you that you're kinda obsessed with Optimus?"
Megatron narrowed his optics. "Given your own attitude, I would say the same."
Tensing his shoulders, Jack glared defiantly back at Megatron even as the mech leaned in uncomfortably close to his faceplate. "We're nothing alike."
The silver mech didn't reply. Jack would have taken it as a sign he hit a nerve, but he knew better than that. Megatron was plann-
Without warning, the mech's glossa slipped out and ran along Jack's bottom lip, taking the energon with it.
Jack sputtered, shock and horror racing through him. "You son of a- let go of me!" Servos gripped his forehead and chin, holding them tightly in place. His jaw was forced open, and he could only make hapless sounds as Megatron sealed his lips over his, glossa sliding in as Jack tried to scream, his profanity muffled.
Disgust was too weak a word to describe the glossa running along the top of his mouth, the appendage curling to the back of his throat, and Jack wished so much he could bite down. He didn't care what it would cost him, he just wanted to fight back so hard than to-to be degraded like this.
A ping registered on his sensors, loud and harsh. Jack's spark pulsed wildly; his systems picked up a small energon intake-Megatron just forced him to swallow the energon he'd swiped off Jack's lip. It did not lessen the ache of his hunger.
When Megatron pulled back, he smiled again, but his optics were hard. It was deeply unsettling. "You accepted a speck of energon from me, therefore as per our agreement-I may sample a speck of you in turn."
"A-agreement?!" Jack snarled, gagging as he tried to spit out the taste of the mech from his mouth. "We had no agreement!"
His words fell on deaf audios, as Megatron moved back down his body until he stood in front of him at the bottom of the berth. He reached underneath, and jerked his arm back-the energon ropes on Jack's legs pulled taut and he yelped as his legs were stretched out.
It left him exposed. Terror set in more sharply as Megatron's other servo touched his interface panel, the actual steel cold and biting against his.
"Now," Megatron smiled again, but there was an underlining of warning to it, "will you open up, or will this need to be painful?"