Warnings: Non-Con/Dub-Con
Megatron woke up first, but it didn't stop his optics from narrowing as he stared at Jack's face. It was troubled, with optic ridges creased and lips pressed in a tight line. He leaned down to rest his helm against Jack's, listening as the steady low hum of recharge continued on. His arms tightened around the body before he slid from the berth, and grabbed the inseminator, dropping it onto the trolley in his short trek to his console.
He sneered at the sight of the Autobot medic, but brought up a split screen and his one-optic scientist answered the call.
"Lord Megatron," he inclined his helm, but paused when he likely took in his state, "have you now attempted to achieve conception with Ripclaw?"
"Correct, and I will need you to do a scan of him later." Megatron replied.
Shockwave nodded once more. "If I may, sir, would I...be allowed to look upon Ripclaw?"
Megatron raised an optic ridge, but bit back a chuckle when he realized just what Shockwave was asking for. "But of course, I have only you to thank for this gift." he stepped aside, and the scientist leaned just a little closer to the screen, his optic cycling.
"He is..." Shockwave trailed off, but he straightened up quickly, composed once again. "I will follow up with checking for gestation. Even if the results are negative the protocols in Ripclaw's body would already be activated."
"I see. That is all." The silver mech said, and the screen split back to one, letting the cell feed take up the whole screen once more. Megatron walked back to the berth, his servo absently tracing over Jack's stomach plating.
Thoughts of the previous sol came to him. The valve rippling around him, the alternation of tight and soft, the sheer heat pulling him deeper in...He'd unloaded the fluids directly into the channel-he'd be surprised if nothing came of it.
And yet, the thought of doing it again was not...an unpleasant one. He was not much interested in the mess it caused-oh, he could bear the lubricant, it was a sign he was suceeding piece by piece after all, but the condensation he could do without. It clung to his frame, made his plating sticky and slick.
They both needed a wash, and so would his berth. Then he would finish his exploration; he'd sampled the valve, now it was time to see if the spike would be just as messy.
Jack woke up feeling strange. He'd expected the self-loathing and shame still lingering in the back of his mind, but his neck ached from leaning against his own shoulder. His optic ridges knitted together, and he became aware of how his arms were...looser, somehow. He peeked out from under his lids, but his optics flew open as he found himself in an entirely different location.
It wasn't a big room, just had four walls and a roof over him. Everything was just as dim as the rest of the ship though, and his optics adjusted to the even darker lighting of the room. Jack was actually sitting, his legs just as surprisingly free. His wrists were still tied together, the rope slid in multiple knots around a pole stuck out along the wall to his left side. On his side was a raised wall, big enough for him to see over, and the wall went along ten feet before turning at the corner and melding into the wall again.
It smelled...strange. Like the soap he'd been sprayed with, but-but just stronger.
A slit in the wall across the room cracked open, and Jack squinted his optics as the walls separated completely, the hated tall figure of the Decepticon leader standing there. Jack noticed his body was still covered in the sweat, same as his own-which Jack wished he could forget entirely the reason why.
Megatron smirked once he saw him. "Ah, you've awoken. It's no wonder you needed extra time to recharge, considering how satisfied I left you."
Jack growled. "And what exactly did you do while I was out?" he tugged at his wrists for emphasis.
"You made a mess of my berth, I was cleaning it." Megatron retorted flatly. "I was merely waiting until you woke to commence with the communal washing."
Jack stared at him, but tensed as he listened cautiously for extra noise. "You brought me to the public washracks?" The thought of being seen by someone else, in his current state...was more degrading than he wanted to admit.
Megatron scoffed. "No, I have no need for such a thing." he gestured to the room as he stepped inside, the wall closing back up. His grin was still sharp even in the dim light. "We're in my private washrack."
Jack wasn't sure why the news surprised him; where would it have been? Perhaps behind any amount of bare space the quarters had. "And you're using it for me too? Don't I feel special." he muttered. He tensed as Megatron stepped over the rail, the cramped space even more oppressive as the silver mech sat in front of him.
The silver mech's knees nudged in between Jack's legs, hooking them over his thighs to spread the Predacon's legs apart.
Jack scowled. "Even now?" he caught himself though-just because he wasn't seeing the feed into Ratchet's cell didn't mean the medic wasn't in danger. Reluctantly, Jack opened his panel, steadfastly turning his head and glared at the wall.
That is, until a servo clamped over the dented panel edge, and Jack watched incredulously as Megatron straightened the metal out. Jack flinched in surprise when the panel was able to now fully open, the awkward discomfort gone.
Though as his optics caught sight of what had been hidden by the panel, Jack gritted his denta. It was a flat, circular base above his valve, circuitry peeking out just inside the hole while deeper inside was a bundled up material he couldn't make out fully. Jack still had a strong suspicion of what it was though.
Without a word, Megatron traced a digit around the rim of the hole. Jack's not-stomach twisted, his optics widening as a strangled noise was barely smothered. Pinpricks of pleasure shot up his spinal strut from the action. Why does it feel good? Are Predacons just sensitive or did Shockwave do something to me besides stabilize my CNA?
"You-you said you were going to just clean us up!" Jack struggled to think, his shoulders shaking as the rubbing along the spike casing grew more intensive. A whined slipped out, and his optics squeezed shut.
It kept him from seeing whatever smug look Megatron had on as he spoke though. "I don't believe I said 'just'. And the cleaning will come later; it would not make much sense just to wash and have to do this later in the sol."
Jack growled, but winced as two digits pinched the edges of the casing. "Why are you doing this?" he whispered. "You can't get a kid this way."
"Perhaps, but you want the medic to stay alive, don't you?" Megatron questioned, and he smirked when Jack glared at him. "Such sentimentality."
Like you can say that to me when you're the one who's doing this for a sparkling, Jack smothered the retort, because he couldn't let Megatron catch any hint of what Jack was planning on doing. It's a long shot, but I need to be sure that this isn't for nothing. "Why a sparkling? Why not just name a 'Con your heir?"
Megatron paused, but his thumb rubbed circles into the spike casing. "True, that was always a possibility. It very well had been the route I made plans for should I inevitably fall in battle, but I cannot influence even the most loyal follower in the way I can mold a bot of my own creation, completely from the ground up so to speak, teaching them the ways of combat and ideology." he smirked at Jack. "And I will not deny that you carrying my heir would be a pleasing sight-as well as a fitting punishment for the strife you have caused me."
Jack's biting comment was halted as he actually bit his lip when the thumb dipped into the casing, the digit rubbing insistently at the wiring. His helm fins were not ears, but he felt them press against his head like they were. His spark twisted as the bundle of material in his spike casing began to pressurize, rising slowly until the appendage peeked out.
The index and thumb of a servo pinched around the tip, and Jack almost jumped at the mix of pain/pleasure which sent a shock through his groin. Jack squirmed against the wall, pressing back despite knowing there was no give. The other servo snaked to his valve, a single digit rubbing under the nub, on the small dip where the anterior node nestled into the valve lips.
A whimper slipped out, and Jack's shoulders tensed up further. He wasn't surprised when the digit rubbing his valve slid into the folds, but he hissed all the same. His not-stomach twisted as the slick lubricant building up only made entrance easier. Jack curled as best he could, optics narrowed as he gritted his teeth as his spike inflated to half-mast.
And the servo playing with his spike wrapped around the base. Jack smothered the moan from escaping, optics closing completely and the heat pooling in his body made him uncomfortable and tense. I hate you, I hate you're making me do this.
Jack reluctantly found the mindset he had during that thing which happened yesterday-was it yesterday? Was it hours ago? Jack didn't know and that was going to mess him up. He tried to disconnect, to feel nothing but I can handle this, remember why you're doing this and forced himself to relax.
Jack didn't let himself feel the disgust, the revulsion of having this bastard touch him, and laid against the wall behind him. He moaned low in his throat, rocking his hips to prod him into continuing. "More," I hate you, "please." He kept his voice breathless, a part of him horrified by how genuine it sounded, but he pushed that feeling away.
Whether Megatron bought it or not, Jack didn't care about that, only focusing on the fact the silver mech's red optics' edges were tinging with white again. "To hear you begging for my touch, I wonder how your dear Autobot friends would react?"
Jack gritted his denta, but didn't replied.
Megatron chuckled darkly. "Speechless I see." he twisted the digit in Jack's valve, the tip scraping over the top of the wall. Jack's back arched, and the servo around his spike slid up and down the base. "Then I'll gladly inform you of what they would think; to frag the enemy, why, you could never go back anyway."
Jack glared at the mech, before shutting his optics and keened as a thumb pressed into the tip of his spike, heat flushing through him as fluid started to leak from the tip. He gasped as another digit slid into his valve, and both of them pressed in deeper. The other servo brought his spike to full mast.
"I wanted to hear you beg again," Megatron's servos both stilled, and Jack gritted his denta as the knees spreading his legs dug in further, preventing him from moving, "tell me how much you want this."
Bastard, Jack hissed, but forced down the hatred as he crooned. "I want this, I want you. Please, please, let me have release." He twisted his hips as best he could, and he felt like a fucking dog., causing a new surge of fury to well inside of him.
Megatron grinned sharply. "Since you make such nice sounds..."
Jack screamed, the servos in his valve pumping in and out at a fast, rough pace while the servos around his spike squeezed as they ran over the base. The heat became unbearable, and Jack's back arched as his vision whited out, his body seizing.
As the overload slowly faded away, Jack vented harshly as he leaned against his wrists. He breathed in deeply, watching suspiciously as Megatron released him, and the mech got out of the washrack to retrieve a cloth from a crevice in the wall. It's too damn dark, why is it hard to see anything? He caught sight of the fluid underneath him, but his not-stomach churned as he didn't feel like identifying what part of his interface equipment had just overloaded.
Jack twitched as Megatron climbed back in, and he tensed when the servo reached for him, but confusingly reached over him. A soft ping rang out, and Jack gasped as a spray of something wet and soapy cascaded over him, the chilliness of it creating pinpricks against the heat still on his frame. "W-what?" It didn't smell like soap, but it wasn't water.
"I find it surprising you do not know what solvent is, given Knock Out must have kept you in sight while he preened over himself." Megatron said.
Jack's foggy memories held no account of such a thing happening. Though he wasn't in any hurry to remember the red mech. "No, he didn't."
The silver mech didn't reply as he began scrubbing away the condensation from Jack's frame, digging into seams and between plates. Jack tensed as the cloth brushed over his groin, and he gritted his denta when the cloth was rubbed into the spike casing, clearing away the fluid. Jack hunched into himself when the cloth moved to his valve, sweeping along the slit and rubbing into the anterior node.
"Such a shame you cannot return the favor." Megatron drawled, rinsing off the cloth before he set about cleaning himself. "Though at this point in time I find you'd try to rip my helm off than clean it."
Jack didn't bother to reply-they both knew if he said he wouldn't, he'd be lying. He stirred when Megatron paused, optics growing far-away before brightening and an unsettling smile crossed his lips.
"Such promptness; if I didn't know any better I'd dare say he was almost excited." he mused, setting the cloth aside as he turned off the solvent. Jack rattled his wrists to emphasize his unspoken question. Megatron didn't glance at him as the wall opened up. "As I don't want a repeat of the mess you made, I must make preparations for my berth."
Jack knitted his optic ridges together. Then why the hell...? His optics widened when the door to the room outside opened, and he heard Shockwave's voice greeting Megatron. No, no, what's he doing here? The answer came soon enough when Megatron directed the scientist to the washrack, and Jack found himself angry and terrified as his panel snapped shut all the way when the wall slid open and allowed Shockwave entry. "You! What do you want?"
"I have been granted permission to see if you have conceived as of yet." The scientist replied calmly. He carried a tray with him, and Jack only caught a glimpse of the items on it before it was set down out of his sight.
Jack's spark jumped, optics wide with fear as Shockwave lifted a scalpel. He remembered the last time, the pain ripping through him as his stomach plates were cut open without remorse or care with disturbing precision. "S-stop, stop! I can open it myself!" he shouted, leaning back into the wall as the scalpel stopped just short of reaching the scar lines already in place.
Shockwave pulled back. "Open, then."
Jack growled, but after opening his panel he figured out opening the rest of his armouring might be easier. Staying calm enough to do so was another matter, and Jack closed his optics to block out Shockwave's presence. It worked eventually, with the soft shing of his stomach plating parting, opening to reveal a strangely soft-looking protoform, while inside there was cloudy fluid which only made his spark plummet as on closer inspection it was the same cocktail Megatron shot into him.
Shockwave reached down again, and this time pulled up another Geiger-counter-esque device. He held it over Jack's stomach, the steady beeping never breaking rhythm even as he moved it across the soft matter. "It would appear you have not conceived, but the state of your emergence chamber bears the nanite infusion I supplied Lord Megatron with."
"Well I could have told you that you can't tell if you're pregnant the day after it happens." Jack muttered.
"For organics," Shockwave replied, "but Predacons give birth through their emergence chamber, not the canal which female organics possess. Due to this, Predacons would be able to allow their young to emerge, and possibly return to procreating without needing to adjust."
"Possibly." Jack sneered. "You don't know really know though."
"Which is why you exist, to rectify that knowledge." Shockwave didn't rise to the bait, but he never had before. "Though while my experiment would have you mate with Predaking before moving onto a modern Cybertronian, I will still be able to garner valuable insight as to how long your gestation will take place, and the effects it will have on you physiologically. Earth animals are varied in regards to their young, are they not? Some abandon them at birth, some will nurture and care for them for months before leaving."
Jack felt a chill run down his spinal strut. The thought of the primal instincts inside of him dictating what he felt for the spawn he'd be forced to bear was deeply disturbing. I could handle simply not hating it, but...but to be forced to love it...
Jack didn't doubt for a second Megatron wouldn't use that against him. If I want my plan to work, I have to be prepared.