Warnings: Non-consensual touching
Jack stewed with the knowledge he was sparked for only two days, and he was so done with it. Already, he could feel the drain on his systems, leading him to finally accept the energon Megatron gave him. Smug bastard enjoyed it too, smirking as he lifted the cube to Jack's lips and triumph in those red optics when Jack had to drink. There was one silver lining; Megatron didn't touch him in those two days. Perhaps he finally grew tired of seeing Jack's humiliation, or that he truly had just done this because he'd wanted an heir and nothing else.
Left alone with his thoughts, Jack glanced at the console, the feed still showing Ratchet in his cell. The medic was steadfast, and Jack was grateful he hadn't given in. It was naïve to assume Megatron's wouldn't eventually grow tired of the resistance and do something, but Jack was still trying to figure out how to execute his plan without being found out. Since Megatron refused to do more than sleep next to him when he was in the room, otherwise he was gone. That in of itself was a small mercy.
Unfortunately, it meant Jack didn't know what Megatron was doing, and that was worrying.
He glanced at the door when it slid open, and the silver mech stepped inside with a cube of energon. Jack scowled when the mech raised an optic ridge. "No smart remarks? Perhaps I've finally tamed you, like the obedient pet you are."
Jack's scowl deepened. "You can go right to the Pit, and if Optimus doesn't send you there, I will!" he struggled against the bonds as Megatron drew closer.
The mech grabbed his chin and held down hard enough to hurt. Megatron smirked. "There's that fire. Such a truly irritating quality you have." He pressed the cube to Jack's lips, and the wolf Predacon was forced to drink down the liquid as it revitalized his systems. Once he was finished, the silver mech untied the end of the rope holding Jack down, and dragged him to his pedes.
"What now?" Jack growled, staggering on his unsteady legs. He grunted when the other mech coiled the rope around his servo, and yanked Jack against him.
Megatron's claws roved along Jack's chin as he made their gazes meet. "We're going on a little walk." He grinned darkly. "If you behave, I might even give you a treat."
Jack snarled, and he uselessly tried to snap at the digits holding him. Megatron only needed to turn his head to the camera feed, and his fight left as abruptly as it came. Ratchet, he was still here, still in danger. Jack's optics squeezed shut. "I hate you so much."
Megatron scoffed, and all but dragged Jack out of the room. The dull colors of the Nemesis were as grating as ever, and Jack kept his gaze squarely on the floor. If Megatron was letting him out the room, it had to do with the sparkling no doubt. Didn't make sense, given he had no problem letting Shockwave see him, but Jack took the opportunity to surreptitiously map out the hallways and room to memory for his escape plan.
It was only when the hall became familiar did Jack's body tense before his mind caught up with it. "No," he said, optics widening at the familiar door, "I'm not going in there."
Megatron gave him a sharp look, but Jack held firm as he pulled back against the mech's insistent tugging. Finally, Megatron scowled and Jack yelped as the mech picked him up as if he weighed nothing. Jack struggled as the door opened, and body coiled tight when he spotted the one-optic mech standing over an examination table.
The same one Jack had been in before being given to Megatron.
"You!" Jack snarled at Shockwave. "You are not going to touch me!"
"Stop your futile struggling!" Megatron snapped, and his searing red optics met Jacks. "Or would you prefer that medic be rendered by Predaking? I'm sure he's very eager to inflict his revenge upon any Autobot he can get."
Jack froze, his spark pulsing wildly. Fear fought with uncertainly and it nauseated him as he went limp. "Bastard." Megatron only smirked, and laid Jack on the table. He pulled Jack's arms over his head and tied the rope on the rail at the end of the table. Shockwave handed Megatron two magnetic clamps, which were used to keep his legs from moving.
"Shockwave," Megatron said, and the purple mech glanced up from examining Jack's form, "I expect you to conduct your business with the minimal amount of stress to the sparkling."
"Understood, Lord Megatron." Shockwave replied.
Jack watched incredulously as the silver mech turned and made for the door. "You're not staying? You're really just going to leave me with him!"
The mech stopped briefly, sending Jack an imperious glare. "I have more important business to attend to. I will be back within two groons."
Jack's optics widened, and the click of the door was the loudest sound in the room. He closed his optics and tried harder than ever to pretend he was alone. That the other mech walking around was just in his imagination. That illusion shattered quickly enough when a clawed servo touched his stomach. Jack flinched and glared at the purple mech.
Shockwave did not move away. If anything, his digits stroked along the seams of Jack's stomach and particularly the lines in the center. Jack flinched at a hard press, but his optics widened in alarm when something clicked. The plates of his stomach moved. Slowly, the lines opened, sliding back to reveal a bluish material that was transparent enough to see into. It was like his protoform, but…different. Murky grayish and green fluid lurked beneath the lining, and a cloud of the material was clustered against a small, sliver ball the size of Jack's hand.
"What you hold right now is the countless orns of research and ingenuity." Shockwave said, his voice heavy despite the monotone. Jack just wished he'd shut up. "This sparkling will be the first of many you will bring to the Decepticon cause. I have surpassed even the greatest minds in Cybertron's past."
"And yet you can't even make stable Synth-En." Jack muttered. Shockwave's glare was intense, and Jack stiffened. He tensed even further when the mech pulled a familiar object off a table. It was the shock remote. "Megatron said you can't hurt the sparkling!" he rushed out.
Shockwave held his stare. "It will not." He clicked on the button.
Jack braced for the pain-but not the pleasure. He gasped as tingles erupted over his plates, like a livewire and his spark pulsed as it encompassed him. "W-what?!" He struggled to keep the groan out of his voice as the pleasure subsided.
Shockwave eased his stomach plates back into place. "Lord Megatron has expressed displeasure with your continued resistance. As punishing you with a shock chip would cause damage to the sparkling, I modified the frequency to emit a pleasurable sensation. Had I finished in time, I would have estimated Lord Megatron's success of inseminating you for two days, rather than an allotted five. It would also give the benefit of your cooperation in future endeavors."
Renewed horror filled Jack's chest, his servos shaking as he fully processed the implications. 'He's trying to invoke Stockholm syndrome.' Jack shook his head, denta gritted. "You-you can't do this!"
"Progress will not be denied," Shockwave said, eerily calm, "and your futile resistance must be stamped out. When Lord Megatron is ruling the planet, he cannot be bothered to curb your attitude. Therefore, it falls to me. As our Well, you will be my greatest achievement-I will not allow you to ruin all of my research."
Another shot of pleasure rushed through Jack, from the tingles of his plates to the pulse of his spark. This time, Jack couldn't stop the groan from slipping out. He squeezed his optics shut and rolled his head back. He listened to Shockwave shuffling around the room, and while he really didn't want to see what he was doing, he had to.
"M-Megatron promised no one else would touch me." Jack grounded out.
Shockwave paused just for a moment, but then continued to push his trolley of tool over to the table. Some things were recognizable to Jack, but others were not. It wasn't very consoling, but the one thing he dreaded to see wasn't there either. "Once I have shown the progress that can be achieved with your complete cooperation, Lord Megatron will no doubt pardon overstepping my bounds."
Jack scowled and tried again to wriggle his hands free. The bond held frustratingly tight. He warily eyed the Geiger counter-like device as it was passed over his stomach. Last time it had been to scan his insides, this time it was likely checking the sparkling's progress. "You have no reason to do this." He said, trying a different tactic. "I'm already sparked."
Shockwave moved the counter device over his spark. "When a modern Cybertronian would become sparked, nanites were to be administered for the sparkling's growth. I have found during my research, Predacons were very much the same. Though I do not work in conjecture, I have been forced to accept that nanites will need to be administered for the sparkling's improved chances of reaching a full-term." He set the counter device down, and from the trolley's second level he showed Jack a long vial of a gray substance that almost looked like silver. "Every seven cycles, you will receive a dose and I will monitor the progress."
Cautiously, Jack became relieved. He'd grown used to the other 'injections' that the knowledge there were more options slipped his mind. "So you're just going to stick a needle in my arm?"
"No." And just like that, Jack's faint hope was crushed. Shockwave set the vial back down. "Once I have finished my examination, I will be administering your first dose personally."
"You don't even know if it'll work!" Jack's spark almost leapt into his throat when another burst of pleasure shot down his spinal strut. His fins twitched and pressed close to his head.
Shockwave shifted Jack's legs, pulling them further apart. He picked up a long, thin rod, with oddly shaped rounded bristles clustered on the end. "When you were inseminated, did the injector chaff or harm you in anyway?"
"You mean besides the act itself?" Jack growled, but grimaced when another wave of pleasure tingled his plating. He vented to control himself. "No," he grounded out, "it was uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt. If I was, Megatron would have taken me to Knock Out."
Shockwave gathered up a container of solvent, and placed it next to the rod on the table. "If he had, Knock Out would have derived pleasure from the experience in 'fixing' you." He said, his tone faintly derisive.
Jack scowled at him. "And what do you call this?"
Shockwave met his gaze evenly, no traces of shame or duplicity in his optic. "Research."
Jack snarled, but had to snap his mouth shut to stop the moan from escaping as his body shook from the sensations prickling along his every nook and cranny. What brought his focus back was the snick of his panel clicking open, and the draft in his lower region. Shockwave lifted his digit just barely from between his legs, and pushed the container closer to it. "S-stop!"
Shockwave didn't though. He dipped the end of the rod into the liquid, coating the bristles in the solvent and Jack's spark pulsed wildly as his legs tensed, fins twitching. "I will be cleaning you. If you do not desire an…accident, you will not move."
Jack's retort was cut off as the bristles touched his mesh. He let out a strangled gasp, optic shut as the soft brushes swirled around the valve rim in stroking motions. It was weird, and he hated how it caused pinpricks to go up his spinal strut. Jack gritted his denta, and a keen slipped out as the brush began to ease past the folds.
"No-no-no- n-no!" Jack repeated, tensing but didn't dare move as the brush slipped further inside of him.
The bristles were soft and the solvent tickled his mesh-this would have been bearable if it were painful. Shockwave was more of a bastard than Jack thought. Gritting his denta harder, Jack tried not to focus on the brush and instead on his plan. He needed to get out soon, if this was going to be something else just piled on the already horrible situation.
His audios picked up a click, and his optics snapped open as the door to the lab followed suite. Mortification and horror stewed in his spark as Megatron stood in the doorway. Had two hours passed already? Shockwave stilled, as did his brushing.
Megatron glanced from Jack's face, to Shockwave. His expression was unreadable. "I expected this behavior from Knock Out, not you, Shockwave."
Shockwave slipped the brush free and straightened up. "After conducting my examination that the sparkling is growing properly, I was merely cleaning him to prepare for the nanite injection he will need to be administered every seven cycles."
Megatron raised an optic ridge. "If you were so intent on cleaning him, why didn't you just rinse his valve out with a nozzle." His optics darkened. "Really, Shockwave, I agreed to let you examine him because I believed you were above giving into your lustful urges."
Jack tensed right up, his fury scorching as he screeched, "You knew he would do this!" Megatron had the gall to wave it off, as if he were commenting on something trivial and not very much the opposite of it.
Shockwave's helm lowered, optic cycling. "My lord, I do not do this out of an attempt to take your right to him away. You are busy, and such a trivial thing should not be cause for you when the medic has yet to yield his help for the Synth-En."
"It is still treachery, Shockwave." Megatron said, his tone so calm that it made Jack's plates crawl. "What else were you planning on doing to him before I walked in?"
Shockwave was quiet for a long time, and Jack flinched when he reached over to the trolley and picked up the remote. "I modified his shock chip, to punish him for his transgressions would harm the sparkling-he will now to be forced to feel pleasure. This will speed up the process for his submission to you." He presented the remote as Megatron made his way around the table.
The silver mech accepted the 'peach offering', optics narrowing before he clicked on it. Jack gasped, moaning as he was hit with another round of prickling sensations that made his tail curl and fins twitch. He scowled through it when he noticed Megatron's optics roving over him. "Fascinating."
Without warning, Megatron's other servo shot out and grabbed Shockwave around the throat. The purple mech was shoved against his console, red optic cycling wide and bright. Jack stiffened as the silver mech spoke, "I will not abide this again, Shockwave. He is mine, and your turn will come only when I decree it-not a sol more. Am. I. Under. Stood?"
Shockwave's optic was cycling faster now, and he nodded. "Yes, Lord Megatron." His voice didn't lose its monotone, but it did seem strained.
Megatron scowled and released him, before turning his attention onto Jack. "Close your panel, it's unsightly." Jack snarled at him, but did as told. He just wanted to get the hell out this room. The silver mech untied the energon rope binding him to the table, and Jack didn't resist as he was dragged out of the room.
"You knew." Jack growled, glaring at the mech's back as they trekked down the hall.
Megatron didn't even deign to look at him. "That Shockwave lusted for your frame?" he scoffed. "Of course I knew. He is not as in control of himself as he likes to believe; Knock Out and Predaking are just less subtle about it." Now he glanced at Jack, and gave him an unpleasant grin. "With the effect you are having on my troops, I dare say they won't be so disgusted in mating you."
Jack growled deep in his chest. "You-" he yelped, yanking forward by the rope once again into the larger mech's frame.
Megatron held the remote in his free servo, brushing the back of it along Jack's jawline. "Though with this you won't be complaining much either." He pulled Jack the rest of the way to his quarters, and wrestled him back onto the berth, tying the rope against the rail above him.
Jack's spark pulsed wildly in his chest, optics wide and terror seizing him as Megatron focused on the remote. He braced for the pleasure-but it never came. Megatron snorted, and set the remote next to the console before walking over to the berth. "W-what are you doing?"
"The pleasure that chip gives you now isn't real." Megatron said, his optics narrowing. Jack stiffened when the mech climbed on top of him, a vicious smile curling along his mouth. "It only tricks you into thinking it is." He pushed Jack's legs further apart, slipping in between them. Jack flinched as the silver mech's claws trailed across the seam in his panel. "I pleasure I give you however, is real. Why would I need a chip to make you unravel, when my digits will do just the same?"
Jack growled and tried to wriggle back, but the free servo grabbed his hip and held him in place. The silver mech then made good on his word.