Warnings: Non-Con/Dub-Con
Jack had uttered his coerced declaration what could have been hours ago with how slow everything seemed now. Megatron stood over the trolley, his movements lagging in what Jack could only assume was deliberate slowness just to drive Jack further insane than he seemed to be already trying. On the security feed, even Ratchet had slowed his inspection of the cell.
Jack growled low in his throat. His body was tense, minute shakes beginning to overtake him from the sheer silence of everything. His optics darted to Megatron, who was preparing something Jack couldn't see. When he finally saw him lift the thing up, he couldn't help stare.
He'd gotten a brief look at it before the trolley was pushed away, but then it had been deflated. Now though...now though it was being held upside down, and he could clearly see how the thing tapered at the end and was wider at the base, at which there was a metal ring around it. Jack's optics widened as Megatron poured one of the small containers dark gray contents into the-the thing and he watched it pressurize into something Jack couldn't believe.
The inseminator looked a lot like a dick. Jack knew that modern Cybertronians didn't have those, and he hated how he experienced a brief moment of relief at the fact. A turkey baster, I-I can handle a turkey baster. Jack vents stalled, but he forced himself to keep breathing. "You've got it filled, just get it over with." he growled.
Megatron raised an optic ridge, a strange expression crossing his features. "Have I worn you down to genuine consent?"
Jack snarled at him. "No, you bastard! I'm sick and tired of-of everything; just squirt out that turkey baster and let me the fuck alone!"
Megatron furrowed his optic ridges briefly, with genuine confusion in his gaze before it was wiped away, replaced with a sneer. "Ah, it would appear Shockwave had not informed you of everything."
A chill ran down Jack's spinal strut, but he refused to be baited. It had to be. "I know you got nothing between your legs!" he growled, but tensed when Megatron's response was to chuckle. This wasn't good, what was going on?
"I suppose it works out better this way, for me to be the one who tells you this." he replied, skulking up to the end of the berth again. Jack glared at him as the mech lifted the inseminator. "A brief history lesson, before we begin."
"What the-" Jack snapped his mouth shut, optics widening as a snick rang out and he watched in disbelief as Megatron's own panel slid away. He stared, but only because he didn't know what he was looking at. A raised round bump was above the center of the crotch, and inside was clear glass. Underneath was a dark, faded line, as though something used to be there.
Jack didn't ask what, as in the back of his mind he knew what the answer was going to be.
Megatron though, still continued. "In the ancient past pertaining to moder Cybertronians, our ancestors once used the same primitive methods as Predacons to...multiple the populace, shall we say. The Well made such a method slowly absolete for us, evolving out until even using our sparks to merge wouldn't produce a sparkling. The evidence though is this," he gestured to his pelvis, "while Predacons were still able to reproduce under their own power."
"You still don't need me." Jack spat, optics burning bright. "Just get your mad scientist to give someone an emergence chamber! I know you used to have those."
"An emergence chamber would take far too long to accumulate, and there is nothing to suggest such a thing would even be possible anymore. And besides, why go to all that trouble while I have you?" Megatron questioned, lowering his free servo to grip Jack's calf and stroked along the plating.
Jack's not-stomach churned, and he tried to jerk his leg away. His optics caught sight of the camera feed, and he stopped. It's not you on the line, just breathe, and you can get through this. He tensed as the servo continued to rub along his leg, the touch cold and biting. "And this is the better option?" he asked bitterly.
"Our bodies are still capable of feeling the pleasure we once had, because we can be quite sensitive down there, and Shockwave informed me that this ring," Megatron tapped the cirular object attached to the entrance of the inseminator, "will allow me to feel when your body is primed to accept the transfluid."
Jack's vents hitched as the silver mech pressed the ring to the bump on his groin, and the metal ring gave a soft whrrl as it spun in a brief moment to lock on. The inseminator looked too real, and Jack's thighs pressed together.
Megatron only smirked at him, and grabbed the edge of the berth with his other servo to hoist himself on. The servo still on Jack's calf continue trailing as Megatron got further onto the berth, and it gripped his thigh as the mech loomed over him. He raised an optic ridge when Jack didn't part his legs. "Going back on our deal so soon?"
Jack glared viciously at the tyrant. "You got a lot of nerve to say that." he muttered, but forced himself to spread his thighs. He vented deeply, reaching to the point of anger and impatience of just get it over with you bastard that he'd braced himself for when he thought of the inseminator as a turkey baster.
That's still what it is, that's still what it is. Jack repeated the mantra, optics squeezing shut as his panel slid away with a quiet click, and the dented edge made him wince as he'd forgotten in the haze it wouldn't open completely. Jack's jaw clenched as the servo on his thigh slid over top, tracing along the metal and making his plating crawl until it mercifully left.
Only for Jack to jump as a digit swiped unexpectedly up the valve slit to flick at the anterior node.
Jack snarled as his optics shot open and he glared at Megatron's amused expression. "You're already getting what you want," he hissed, "why are you drawing this out?!" he hated how his voice cracked, static spitting with the force of his emotions.
"Do you truly need for him to spell it out so your feeble mind can comprehend it?" Megatron sneered, and leaned in, gripping Jack's hip with his other servo to balance himself. "If you want to save the Autobot, you are going to show me how much you want this. Is that clear enough?"
Jack stared up at him, at the serious glare and hard expression. His optics shifted to the console, where Ratchet was currently glaring at the door from the opposite side of the cell. Megatron gave his word the medic would be safe, so long as Jack 'agreed' to his side of it. What makes this any different, why wouldn't he just go back on it? Because he wants a kid. Jack was startled to find that something so simple was also something so unbelievable. His legacy, an heir...he really wants a kid.
Jack didn't know how much of his was true, or if it was just smoke in the air, but if it had any bearing and not to mention the 'honor' of having a sparkling in what was millions of years-Jack found the one thing he could use to get what he wanted. I can keep them all safe, I just need to... Jack vented deeply...to give myself up. I will do whatever it takes to, even-even-
With that in mind, Jack made his choice. He took in the short between them, and leaned forward to close it, pressing their lips together. Jack relished the brief flash of surprise in Megatron's optics before he pulled back, his expression carefully neutral. "Is that a start?"
The silver mech narrowed his optics, scrutinizing him. "We shall see." he slowly trailed a servo back to Jack's valve, brushing over the lips, and trailed up and down the rim.
Jack wanted to gag, but he forced himself to push away the disgust. Remember what this is for. He let out a low moan, and with the pleasure no longer being blocked, lubricant began to slicken the inside of his valve.
His optics shut as his body stilled when a digit slipped in between the folds. Jack didn't let himself falter, he couldn't afford to falter, and so made his hips roll, rocking against the digit as his valve walls clenched around it. Megatron vented deeply, hot air blowing out as he curled his digit against the top of the valve, rubbing the mesh. "Ah!" Jack arched, but refused to open his optics to see whatever smug expression Megatron was wearing.
A surprised jolt sparked from Jack's side, and he finally opened his optics, looking down to see Megatron's other servo was rubbing a thumb into a nestle of wires on his waist. "Mmph!" Jack grunted as his legs seized when the thumb of the servo between his legs began to rub against his rapidly hardening nub. Jack gritted his denta as he glared at the ceiling when the thumbs rubbed in tandem, sharp spikes of pleasure prickling his frame.
"Ah!" Jack vented as another digit slid inside of him, his walls quivering as his valve was stretched. Warm air blew searingly hot against his frame, condensation beading along his plating. The thumbs both pressed down at the same time, and Jack spasmed as a rush of heat pooled in his lower abdomen. "Oooh."
Megatron chuckled roughly. "Such sounds you make. I find myself intrigued by how many more octaves I can wring from you."
It was the only warning Jack received before both sets of digits left him, and Jack was left with a strangely hollow feeling as he saw Megatron also pulled back, but a rush of horror followed the realization. Even more terrifying was he couldn't tell if this this meant the 'main thing' was happening or the loss of the stimuli itself.
He stiffened as Megatron gripped the inseminator with one servo, angling it down before he grabbed underneath Jack's thigh with the other and lifted his pelvis. The shaft of the make-shift spike was slid against the anterior node, and Jack keened, the sound growing even louder as the shaft continued down, parting the lips but not penetrating him.
Jack caught Megatron's gaze, and he frozen by the intensity of it, red optics so bright the edges were turning white. What made him snap out of it was his leg being lifted to rest on the tyrant's hip, and Jack reluctantly did the same with his other leg.
And then Megatron planted both servos against the berth and moved. Jack shrieked as the shaft rubbed both his nub and the mesh walls, his valve lips spread over the inseminator. The friction sent relentless jolts of pleasure through him, right down to his spark as it pulsed wildly in his chest. His back arched, moaning as his neck bared itself. Beneath his own sounds, he could hear the short grunts from the other mech, the heat blazing off him-Jack realized with a jolt Megatron was aroused.
And then the slickened shaft was pulled back, but Jack didn't let his body freeze as his hips were gripped and the tip of the spike was pressed into his valve, nudging the rim open and parting the folds. Megatron held still, smirk in place and Jack snarled at him, braced for what was to come.
"Do it." He glared at him, challenging him.
Megatron's smirk turned into a sharp grin, and without a word he slammed their hips together.
Jack screamed, the inseminator stretching him as it filled his valve with one thrust. His body was screaming just as much, pain and pleasure mixed in a dizzying mess that he couldn't tell where one ended or the other began. Every vent breathed hard, air being cycled at a rapid rate to cool his heating frame. The spike stretched him, the ribbing along it pressed tightly to every cluster of nodes lining his valve.
Jack stared at the ceiling with wide optics, the sound of Megatron's equally hard venting being only background noise as neither of them moved. The pain slowly dulled, until only the pleasure was left.
The servos on his hips tightened briefly before Megatron slid back down to loom over Jack again, both servos resting along the sides of his chest and knuckles pressed into the berth. "You are...tight. And still just as soft. It does make my wonder if this is a result of Predacon mating, or if your former organic status is to blame for this...welcomed surprise."
Jack growled low in his throat, but he stopped himself. Remember why you're doing this. He tightened his legs around Megatron's waist, and grounded down on the spike. He felt a bitter sense of satisfaction as the tyrant stiffened, just as much affected by this now as he was. "Welcomed, huh? And here I thought you hated me."
Megatron scowled at him, but tellingly the white intensity in his optics had yet to recede. "Do not for a second believe I feel anything but disdain for you."
"Right back at you." Jack growled, but rocked his hips and Megatron began doing the same.
Clenching his bound fists, Jack tensed his upper-body before slamming his pelvis up to meet the next thrust, and it caused a chain reaction in Megatron picking up the pace. They were both venting hard, condensation covering both of their frames as the force of their thrusting was enought to create sparks from the friction.
Tension built deep within Jack's groin, beyond his valve and he felt something humm along his spinal strut. His valve rippled, clenching around the shaft and Jack arched as the spike was angled to brush against a cluster at the back of his valve.
Slowly, Jack realized what it was. His optics widened as he felt the cluster begin to shift, opening little by little. The spike tip slipped past, stretching the tip-the tube. It was the gestation channel.
Megatron chuckled briefly, the sound turning into grunts as his pace began frenzied, uneven as Jack's charge built.
And then it crashed into him. Jack screeched as his overload spilt a gush of lubricant out around the inseminator, and Megatron slammed the tip of the spike into the channel, holding steady as a rush of fluid spilled into him, into the tubing. Jack gritted his denta as he could practically feel it travel into him, into his emergence chamber. He supposed whether it took was another thing entirely.
The inseminator began to deflate, and Jack was disappointed it was not due to being broken. He vented in relief when Megatron pulled the spike out, and Jack snapped his panel back in place. He was surprised when the mech did nothing more than let the spike fall onto the berth, and shifted his weight to lie beside Jack, arms wrapping tightly around his waist.
"What...the hell are you doing?" Jack asked, confused and irritated.
Megatron gave him a lopsided smirk, optics half-lidded. "Recharging, but not despair-we'll both need a cleaning when I wake."
"And our deal?" Jack muttered.
Megatron gave a brief chuckle. "Intact."
Jack didn't say anything, only now feeling the shame of what he'd done. Remember why you're doing this.