Cybertron looked different in daylight. Jack blinked slowly, watching as the light rose over the darkness and bathed the old buildings and structures in a shine. It had not been as dramatic as Jack thought, the Omega Lock simply cleared away the impurities and Cybertron's lines became alive for a moment – setting the whole planet a glow with yellow and orange biolights in its deep crevices.
Megatron chuckled, his arm wrapped around Jack's waist and servo resting on the stomach plates. "Soundwave, bring up a map of our newly revived home."
The silent mech did as instructed, a digital image appearing for the entire command to see from the bridge. It showed areas too far to see in the ship up close. Jack noticed a cluster of what had apparently been the 'Rust Sea' cleared away and – his optics widened.
"Are those bones?" he asked incredulously. Sticking out the ground was a veritable graveyard of fossilized remains like the dinosaur bones on Earth.
"Interesting." Shockwave said monotonously. "My lord, with your permission, may I be allowed to excavate and study these remains?"
Predaking stared at the fossils, his optics widening slowly. It perhaps dawned on him what they were too. More Predacon fossils. The dragon mech looked up at Megatron as well. "With our new resources, my liege, is there a chance for more Predacons to be cloned?"
"More beasts, just what we need." Starscream muttered.
Jack noticed the way Megatron's optics narrowed, but his spark pulsed hot with uncertainty. If Megatron says no, I'm stuck with Shockwave and Predaking still hounding me. With this new shiny thing in front of them, they'd been too busy to bother Jack for at least a while.
Venting deeply, Jack leaned against the silver mech, and rested his servo over the other mech's. "Please?" he murmured.
Megatron's optics flickered down to him, but his arm tightened around Jack's waist. "Very well. Shockwave, take Predaking and the necessary amount of troops with you. You are allowed to sample at least three of the fossils for this cloning trial."
Shockwave nodded. "Yes, my lord."
Predaking inclined his head towards Megatron. "Thank you, my liege." He turned and followed the purple mech out of the bridge.
Starscream's wings hitched, glancing from the door to the Decepticon leader. "Lord Megatron, you cannot be seriously considering allowing Shockwave to restart Project Predacon!"
"Of course not, Starscream." Megatron scoffed. "As I said, this is a trial run. No need to give Predaking any hope for his future army. A few underlings will have to satisfy him."
Knock Out snickered. "I guess instead of an army, Predaking's getting a harem."
Starscream shuddered as Jack grimaced. "Let's hope Shockwave keeps them all sterile." Then he gave Jack a nasty smile. "At least until Predaking gets his top bitch back."
Jack's fangs bared in a snarl. "Call me that again and I'll -!" he gasped as his not-stomach lurched. It was not painful, but a severe tightness in his stomach. "Fuck-fuck! What's happening!" He was lowered onto his knees, Megatron's hold shifting to his shoulders.
"Knock Out, get over here now!" Megatron snarled.
"R-right!" The red medic hurried up to the upper level of the bridge. He slid in front of Jack, kneeling in front of him. "Deep vents, Jack. Take deep vents and open your plates."
Jack's optics widened. Knock Out didn't even seem to hear what he'd called him. Jack vented slowly and tightened his hold on Megatron's arm. Squeezing his optics shut, Jack let his stomach plates open. He heard Knock Out's sudden intake – and Jack looked.
He stared. The sparkling's arms and feet finally gained a defined shape, but more than that – the ball was shifting, that small form finally having unfurled to rest in a crescent-shaped position. A small, round head, with tiny features in a silver face. A slight plump form, with shorter arms and legs. It resembled a baby. It resembled a baby so much Jack's spark pulsed hot.
It shifted, and Jack's vocalizer sputtered. Coolant started building in his optics, and Jack hated himself as he found them falling.
A baby, my baby, he thought. These damn instincts, it had to be these instincts. His claws touched his soft protoform, and his shoulders began heaving. Real, it's all real. I'm really having a baby. With fucking Megatron.
That hit him in every nerve, and Jack's vents hitched as he tightened his grip on Megatron. "I-I'm not letting you take this baby from me." He growled. "I'm having as much say in this child's life as you, you're not just molding him into your perfect miniature!" he reached up with his other servo and grabbed Megatron by the neck, pulling him in close to snarl at him. "He's mine too. And if you try and keep him from me – deal or not, I'll tear you apart – you got that, fucker!"
Jack's vents heaved, his spark racing as he held Megatron's gaze. The mech's optics widened minutely, before he narrowed his gaze. Jack grunted as the silver mech shifted his arms to rest on the Predacon's waist. Megatron leaned down, and kissed Jack deeply.
Knock Out hummed as he got back to his pedes. "I think we can put to rest on where Ripclaw's instincts focused in on."
Jack growled, and let his stomach plates slide back in place. He kept one servo on Megatron, but let the other rest on the arm around his waist. The disgust and hatred remained, but his fate was sealed. It had been since that first night in Megatron's quarters.
"My lord!" Starscream sounded absolutely scandalized. "Must you make us watch?"
Jack wanted to snort. He pulled away from the kiss and sneered at the seeker. "There's the door, you can leave."
Starscream scowled back at him. "I don't take orders from you, tramp."
Megatron glanced up at the seeker. "If my consort gives you an order, I expect you to follow it."
Starscream looked ready to explode. "CONSORT?!" he pointed a shaky claw at Jack, his wings hitched higher than Jack had ever seen them. "This – this beast is not fit to stand by your side, let alone lie underneath you."
Knock Out snorted, and leisurely started pulling Starscream to the door. "Come on, unless you want the sight seared into your optics."
Starscream pulled free of Knock Out's grip, but kept going towards the door. "Wretched creature must have seduced our lord."
Knock Out snickered. "If that's the case, I can't wait until it's my turn."
Starscream made a noise of disgust. "When I get my seekerlets, they are not coming out of that beast."
"I'm sure Shockwave will get right on fixing that." Knock Out drawled, before the door closed behind them.
Jack huffed, and turned his attention back to Megatron. The larger mech shifted his weight, spreading his legs to allow enough space to pull Jack closer. The Predacon knew what he needed to do, and reluctantly allowed his panel to slide away as the other's mech did as well. "Not on my back this time?"
Megatron chuckled. "You showed me how much…deeper it was for you to go while sitting on my lap. A pity you don't remember – the things you did with your glossa were certainly intriguing."
Jack grimaced, and resolved never to try clearing the block in his memories ever. Not like I need to, bastard's gonna keep rubbing it in, Jack thought morosely. Though while his mind didn't remember, his body certainly did.
The Predacon's hips shifted, catching the tip of the spike and his valve clenched around the tip as he kept his rocking shallow and never let the shaft go deeper than past the rim. Megatron's engine rumbled deeply, optics growing steadily more intense and whiter. His claws twitched and dug into Jack's waist, as if wanting to just slam the spike the rest of the way in. Jack hated it, but he started to feel the same. The silver mech's venting grew heavier, the air wafting against Jack's plates. His own weren't far behind.
"Soundwave," Megatron called, his voice guttural and heady, "send a signal to all remaining Decepticons – Cybertron is ours, we have won."
"Affirmative."
Jack's hips stuttered and he froze. His head whipped around and he stared incredulously at Soundwave. "You can talk?!"
Megatron growled low, and impatiently he gripped the Predacon's hips tight and pulled him the rest of the way down.
"F-fuck!" Jack gasped. His valve clenched the shaft tight, his insides quivering as his vents hitched. He moaned as the flash of discomfort shifted to pleasure, travelling along his spinal strut and back down to his lower abdomen. Jack curled over, keening as he rested his forehead against Megatron's shoulder.
The silver mech leaned in to the Predacon's audio, and rumbled, "When we lie together, remember to keep your attention where it belongs."
Jack scowled, but it morphed as the pleasure started to build further, growing to a simmering heat in his valve. He vented slowly, but tilted his head back and stared balefully at the larger mech. "Same to you, dear."
Megatron scoffed, but leaned forward to press his forehead against Jack's. He thrust up, as the Predacon rolled his hips to meet each one. The heat and condensation started gleaming on their plates, and the silver mech shifted to kiss Jack fiercely as the overload struck them.
Jack's body shuddered, tail flicking behind him as lubricant dripped around the shaft, and felt the nanites seep inside of him. Venting deeply, he watched the flare of white in Megatron's optics, and the searing heat of his spark through the chest plates. Jack collapsed against the larger form, and Megatron shifted his arms to hold him more securely by the waist as they closed their interface arrays.
Rough affection, Jack thought, remembering those throwaway words. Dazed, he wondered if Megatron hadn't misspoken after all, and that crack of doubt slipped through his mind. Snorting, Jack closed his optics and listened to the spark pulsing under his audio.
If Megatron turned around and took everything back and locked Jack up to go after Earth, he honestly wouldn't be surprised. Though if Megatron actually kept to his word long after he believed anyone Jack might care about on Earth was gone – now that, Jack would find surprising.
Jack stirred, just enough to be aware of the silver mech's digits sliding under Jack's servos, interlocking them. Jack vented deeply, and slowly squeezed the servo tightly.
One way or the other, Jack was going to find out. He – unfortunately – had all the time in the world now.
A/N: Originally, I had a scene of the Autobots getting caught up, but I figured it'd require more than a few paragraphs in an epilogue to unpack it. And honestly, it felt out of place. This story was solely about Jack and Megatron, so perhaps if I ever decide to write a follow-up I'd have that space to work more in.
