Warning: Non-consensual touching/coercion.
A myraid of disgust, anger, hate all coursed through Jack, but right now fear was stronger than anything else. His spark was pulsing so quickly Jack worried it would explode out of his chest. Honestly, he'd rather that happen just to put this off. His frame tensed, feeling the tips of Megatron's claws find the thin seam line where his panel must have opened up from.
"I-I don't know how to open it! How could I know how to do anything?" Jack snarled.
Megatron was unimpressed by his answer. "You transformed."
"It doesn't mean anything, Shockwave kept shocking me until I did it!" Jack retorted. His not-stomach dropped when a calculating look appeared in the mech's optics.
"Perhaps you need some incentive now too then." Megatron's digits dug into the seam, and Jack winced as they curled under the plating. His whole body tensed up as his pelvis was tugged, seemingly in warning than pain. "The longer you hesitate, the slower-and more painful-this will be."
Jack looked from Megatron down to the servo between his legs. "I-I don't know how!"
"You'd better figure it out quickly then." Megatron replied, and his digits dug in deeper, the metal tearing a fraction.
A burst of pain erupted from Jack's groin, a stab of agony which had him screaming. "Stop-stop-okay-I'll figure it ouuut!" he sucked in sharp breaths, using all vents to cycle in the air and cool his frame. He'd figured out how to transform, he could figure this out too. You bastard, Jack thought scathingly, we both know this isn't a choice-just a decision if I want this to hurt more.
Jack wanted to hold out, to believe he could with stand the pressure like holding out against his hunger-but he couldn't. He couldn't even close his legs. Jack gritted his denta and squeezed his optics shut. This isn't surrender, this is being able to close the panel later. And Jack hated Megatron even more for this.
He searched through himself, a feeling, a sensor, something to command his panel to open. A pronounced ache started in his groin, and beneath his initial thought of Megatron going back on his 'word', Jack realized his panel was reacting to his thought.
Jack vented deeply, revulsion swelling in his spark. He pushed away the no, don't open and made himself think open, it hast to open. A snick gave way, and the panel was tugged out of Megatron's grasp, but the talons grazing along the edges still made him cringe. Jack winced as the panel clanged against its closing point, due to the angle the metal was pulled at.
It made him uncomfortable, but what made him terrified was how Megatron just stared at him. He didn't know what the mech was thinking, and it left him cold.
Slowly, Megatron raised his servo to rest his palm against the metal-holding it open. A sudden flick against something small and soft made Jack jump, pinpricks of a sensation too horrifying to name jolting along his frame. Jack tried to close his panel, but the palm kept it from budging.
"You-you've seen it, let go." he said hoarsely.
Megatron narrowed his optics, and a smirk curled along his lips. "Oh, and did I merely lick your lip?" his expression twisted in disgust. "A wretched tradition organics have, this 'kissing'." His optics glanced back down at Jack's groin. "Shockwave informed me of the...unique interfacing equipment Predacons possessed, but I must say, I doubt even he would have known how...soft you are."
Jack gritted his teeth. "Shut up." he hissed. He didn't want to be talked about like he-he was just some thing. A shudder ran through his body as the silver mech rubbed the flat side of his thumb against his nub once more. Jack didn't want to give a name to the sensation, to believe body could betray him.
"Why? Don't you want to know how you've regained some of your organic origins, Jack?" Megatron said his name like a curse, but what made Jack terrified was how he knew his name in the first place. "It's not as though it were particularly difficult to out who you are-were." he puntuated it with a flick against the nub.
Jack flinched. A new sensation of discomfort began to pool in his lower abdomen, a heat rising along his frame that Jack didn't want to acknowledge. Keep calm, don't let him break you. He bit down on his lip as the thumb rested against the top of the nub, and rubbed down on it.
A whine built in the back of his throat, slipping out despite his attempts to smother it.
Megatron gave him a shark-like grin, and he pressed his thumb further into the nub. "Such sensitivity you have-to think I was going to have you scraped along with the rest of the Predacons."
Jack's optics widened, his mind bringing up the memory of Predaking's angry ranting against the Autobots. "Y-you had the clones killed?" he glared, using it to take his mind off the unwanted pleasure curling inside of him. "It's your fault Predaking turned me into this?"
Megatron scoffed at him. "Don't be so naive; Predaking changed you on his own. True, he sped up the process, but you were always going to be this." he said, voice harsh and rough. Jack didn't want to know what it was from.
His optics squeezed shut again, clenching his jaw shut hard enough for his denta to ache. The thumb swirled around his nub, and rubbed it once more before the thumb slid down the slit between the lips abruptly. Jack's optics snapped open, the electical circle cycling wide.
He had the unfortunate experience of seeing Megatron's cruel grin, sharp and unpleasant. A malicious light glinted in his optics. "I do wonder, your insides are Predacon, but what about your outside?" he asked, and the rope holding Jack's legs down was released, causing the limbs to kick back and sent a throbbing through the calves.
Jack eyed the silver mech warily. "You already touched."
Megatron chuckled, low and sinister. "Oh, I have only begun too explore you, my pet." his free servo gripped the berth edge beside Jack's waist, and hoisted himself onto the slab.
Jack's venting picked up, panic pulsing wildly in his spark. He kicked at the berth, heels digging into the slab to push himself away-away from the large figure that began to loom over him. His panel edge crumpled slightly, the palm closing over the angled metal, but at least his anterior node was released.
Though it was hardly a consolation as he stared into Megatron's gleaming red optics.
Jack vents hitched sharply. His optics cycled open wider as cold, hard, steel pressed against his valve. Unwillingly, Jack glanced down in horror, seeing Megatron settle his groin against Jack's, sliding under the angled plating before his other servo released his interface panel. It still wouldn't be able to close.
Servos grabbed his thighs, and Jack struggled, but it did nothing except cause the joints to throb painfully as they were pulled taut once more. Jack's frame tensed as his thighs were made to rest on Megatron's waist. "S-stop! What are you d-doing?!"
Megatron chuckled. "I'm doing as I please."
Jack hissed as the silver mech leaned over him. "Get off me!" his spark was going to explode from pounding so hard in his chest. Megatron ignored him as he ran his servos along Jack's side, who tried to shy away but found it impossible. "Let go!"
"Have you not yet grown tired of such useless begging?" Megatron questioned, but he had an unsettling smile on his lips. "Though by all means, continue. It fills me with a certain delight to hear you plead, to see you writhe and know you're resolve is weakening," he slid his servos underneath Jack's back, one arching him up, the other sliding down to grip his aft. He leaned towards his audio, "to see how much your body wants this, how it quivers under my touch."
Jack gritted his denta as talons dug into a seam on his aft, but his optics widened in disbelief as his valve was grounded into the other mech's panel. "Wha-ahhh!" To his shame, the friction sent sparks of pleasure through him, from his groin all the way to the tips of his servos. "Stop, stop!"
Megatron's optics were focused on a spot next to Jack's head, and narrowed as he gritted his own denta. "Such redundancy-perhaps I'll have to train that out of you." he said, his voice rough and heavy. His vents were cycling loudly, warm air blowing hard over Jack's frame, enough to cause condensation to begin to appear. "Though how does it feel? To grind against me and wish for something to fill you? Say the word and it's yours."
Jack snarled, his optics narrowed into slits. "You sick fuck!"
Megatron snarled, his optics hard. His patience was thinning, but he vented with long deep huffs. He slid off Jack's valve though, who wasted no time in snapping it shut, ignoring the feel of the edge still torn. Megatron brought his servos back up Jack's sides before placing his palms on either side of Jack's raised arms.
Jack met the angry red glare, his own blue optics burning. He held himself firm, even as Megatron leaned in so close to his face their foreheads touched, a mockery of a lover's intimacy.
"I'll never want it," Jack whispered, "I'll never want you."
Megatron leaned back, and a sneer curled at his lip. "We shall see."