Fic: Wake up Call - Ch 6 END
Jan. 11th, 2012 03:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
camfieldUniverse: G1
Characters: Prowl/Jazz
Rating: NC17
Warning: NonCon/Rape, Sticky sex, Spark sex, Oral, Violence, Forced Bonding
Disclaimer: I claim nothing but my own poor writing and ideas.
A/N: Sorry for the delay, getting classes started each semester is a kick in the pants.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
No one knew exactly what happened, only that suddenly Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were being carried into the medbay and Ratchet was yelling orders while his hands were buried in Sunstreaker’s chest.
Sunstreaker had taken the damage, the glyphs carved somewhat hurriedly and shakily as though they had been done extremely quickly, but it was Sideswipe that was on the verge of offlining.
Ratchet both cursed and praised their damn bond as he continued to switch from body to body as he fought to keep them both alive.
Sunstreaker kept trying to force something through his vocalizer, but damaged as it was the only thing that came out were screeches and garbled static, and Ratchet kept batting away the cable that had snaked out from his wrist.
“You can tell me later AFTER you both aren’t about to go offline! Fragging glitch that did this is going to get more than a piece of my mind.”
When Sunstreaker’s movements became more and more frantic after that statement, Ratchet roared for First Aid to sedate him, never paying attention to the frontliner’s attempts to get his attention before he dropped into unconsciousness.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jazz woke up to find himself strapped down to a berth and immediately tested out the restraints to find them Ops grade.
In fact, they were HIS Ops grade restraints.
His visor was gone, rendering his sight much less effective than his mods normally afforded, and the room was clearly under several jamming signals. His sensor horns only reported static on every frequency.
A noise, the clanking of pieces of metal, suddenly echoed in the darkness and Jazz strained his sensors to give him any information on what it could be.
“Jazz Jazz Jazz. Couldn’t be satisfied with what you had?”
Jazz froze at the sound of that voice, head twisting left and right in an effort to find its owner.
“I did warn you, you know. I gave you every indication that you were mine.”
The voice hissed closer and a hand gently stroked Jazz’s helm.
“I would have given you the world Jazz, anything and everything you could have wanted…”
The hand smoothed down his face and over his chest plates, fingertips dipping into spaces and crevices with practiced ease.
“Yet you chose to go to him! Why Jazz, Why!”
Jazz flicked through all the settings on his optics, trying to find one that gave him even the smallest edge.
“It didn’t mean nothin’ Prowler, he just needed someone for the night.”
The hand on his chest plates curled into a fist, metal screeching as he dug grooves, and thumped him once.
“You didn’t think I would find out? Perhaps you didn’t think I would care? No, I watched you for millennia before I even entertained a chance with you. Millennia Jazz. Back when you cavorted with him, with all of them, on Cybertron up until you disappeared from the scene.”
Jazz felt the tendrils of fear snake their way into his spark. This wasn’t his Prowler, it couldn’t be.
“And not only did you go back to him,” the word dripped with obvious disgust, “you saw fit to bare him your spark! That spark that you promised me would be only mine when we began our relationship.”
The pinpricks of light that denoted the other mech’s optics moved until they were at Jazz’s pedes, his neck straining to keep them in his limited vision as his processor flashed through various plans and scenarios.
“Ah told yah, it didn’t mean nothin’! Frag Prowler, aint been a mech who’d revved meh up like yah do! Prime jus’ needed someone who wouldn’t treat him special!”
Light suddenly flooded the room and Jazz’s optics shuttered before they could compensate properly. He forced them unshuttered and gaped at the mech standing near his pedes.
“Yah aint mah Prowler.”
The mech laughed, doorwings lazily flapping, and drug a finger across the bottom of Jazz’s pede.
“More or less.”
Jazz narrowed his optics at the strange mech.
“What do yah mean, ‘more or less’.”
The finger moved over the bottom of his pede again as the other mech tilted his head in consideration.
“You were not always ‘Jazz’, do not assume that others do not have their own secrets. I am Prowl now, just as you are Jazz now.”
The optics narrowed and a sharp point dug a line in the metal that had been gently traced not a klick before.
And if you hadn’t thrown off ‘Jazz’ and returned to whore yourself to that idiot you call leader…”
A nasty smile grew on the familiar yet not faceplates.
“You could have spared all those unnecessary deaths. So sad, isn’t it?”
The tendrils of fear that had started winding through Jazz’s spark quickly turned to fury. He roared, throwing his weight against the restraints and spitting vitriol at the laughing mech at his pedes.
“Such a temper! I have always admired your ability to use that emotion to your advantage Jazz, perhaps I simply hadn’t provided the proper stimulation? You have always provided me with quite the challenge, Sweet.”
A growl.
“Don’t talk ta meh like you got rights. I aint yah ‘Sweet’.”
The mech moved back up to his head, crooning low noises the whole way.
“Pet, Sweet, Dearling, no? All those lovely terms that you begged me to whisper into your audials, to make you feel like you weren’t what you used to be, all the while whoring yourself out?”
“Ah didn’t do NOTHING wit’ ANYONE but Prime! Fraggin’ glitch yah are, aint no one on board that ark would refuse Prime!”
The mech slammed his hands down on the berth, optics glinting dangerously.
“I would! He had no right to what is mine. NO RIGHT! MINE Jazz, you are MINE!”
“Ah don’t belong ta no one, mech. Ah worked hard enough ta buy mah own contract on Cybertron so Ah wouldn’t belong ta no one!”
Deceptively gentle hands petted his audio horns.
”You were mine before you ever knew it, fool. I have owned you since I first laid optics on you, my precious Jazz. I made sure of that, you know. I made sure that no one found out who you were so they couldn’t use it against you. You underestimated their interest in you back then, where you came from and why you didn’t have an official record, and I was the one who constantly covered your pitifully made tracks!”
Jazz’s mouth dropped open. He’d often wondered how he’d kept his secret for so long. Now no-one had reason to doubt him, but when the war had first broken out he’d been shunted through dozens of horrible jobs because he couldn’t produce the proper documents.
“The only reason I’m even with your pitiful Autobots is you, Dearest. Your Prime is much to altruistic for my liking.”
To hear that this mech had been after him from that long ago was… more than unsettling.
“Why?”
Jazz was blown out of his depth. He had no clue who this mech had been, or why he would have gone to such lengths for his secret.
“I told you, Pet, you have always been mine. It is such a shame I have to punish you… I don’t want to, you know, but if I don’t you might think you can do it again.”
The mech placed a chaste kiss on Jazz’s slack mouth.
“And I can’t have that.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sunstreaker felt like he was floating, resting just above a black abyss that threatened to swallow him up again.
He had to tell them, had to warn them!
Fighting against the syrupy feeling until he felt pain, Sunstreaker pushed through it until he felt his systems online with fits and starts.
A screech told him that his vocalizer still wasn’t working, and comms spit static when he tried to transmit. His only option was to plug into someone.
Looking around, he saw Ratchet with his hands still buried deep into his twin’s chest, First Aid running parts and pieces at each barked command.
He slipped a cable from one of his rollers and fought to focus on Ratchet’s moving form, seeking out a port and slamming the cable home in a shaky/strong movement.
Ratchet went still, his curses internal as he fought Sunstreaker until the yellow twin forced an image down the connection that had his lines run cold.
He turned to First Aid, careful to keep the cable connected.
“Get Prime down here, NOW!”
*~*~*~*~~*~*~
Prime pinched his nasal ridge.
“Are you sure about this Ratchet? It isn’t corrupted data or a virus?”
Ratchet’s glower told him enough.
“No Prime. I’ve checked and rechecked, Sunstreaker was adamant, there isn’t any corruption.”
Optimus sagged against the wall, head thunking backward for a klick, before straightening up and clicking his battle mask over his mouth.
::Attention Ark, as of this moment we are on high alert. You are to search the Ark completely, leave no potential hiding place overlooked and keep to groups of five or more mecha. We are now looking for former Autobot SIC Prowl. If you discover him, keep him busy until backup arrives. He is suspected to have Autobot Jazz as a hostage. Treat him with extreme caution, repeat, EXTREME caution.::
*~*~*~*~*~*~
“It seems your Prime has put a warning out, dear Jazz, and the whole Ark is now looking for you. How sweet, no?”
Jazz growled, watching carefully as the mech opened a large box that rattled with each movement. His trepidation growing as he realized exactly what was making the noise.
The mech pulled out the rod of metal, turning it appreciatively in his hands before moving back to Jazz’s side.
“When I first began collecting these, I found it soothing. Sort of a small rebellion, you see, against anyone who had taken you before me.”
The tip of the spike, Jazz could clearly see where it had been torn from its owner, was run gently over his plating.
“Would you like to know who I was back then Dearest? You saw me on many occasions, though I was there in a working capacity, but you never looked at me. Why would you? You were there to make money and I certainly didn’t have any to spare.”
Jazz kept his eyes on Prowl/not Prowl as he tried not to react to the spike sliding over his plating. His own hands were surreptitiously teasing his plating back on one finger each, they were his Ops cuffs after all, and he always left himself a backdoor.
“Sorry, Ah don’t remember yah.”
A snort, then a deliberate caress to his pelvic panel.
“You wouldn’t. A common Enforcer wouldn’t stand out in anyone’s memory, no?”
“Yah were an Enforcer?”
“Not in the least. I was, however, an exceptional mimic and that disguise let me watch you more closely. No, I did whatever for whomever would hire me, a sort of menial worker you could say.”
His plating was nearly free, all he had to do was force an overload through the systems of the cuffs. They would recognize his electrical signature and unlatch.
Jazz shuddered as the hands started to move with more intent. His processor was disgusted, but his body recognized the EM field that had brought him to overload more times than he could count.
“Yes Pet, your body remembers me ever so nicely. I do hope that we can still create those wonderful sparks I so enjoy.”
“Let meh go Prowl, this aint th’ way to do this.”
“Oh Pet, I’m sorry it came to this. If you’d only been mine forever…”
Jazz held back a scream as his valve cover was ripped from his pelvic plate.
“I never would have had to prove it to you. I made myself to be what you wanted, why wasn’t I enough?!”
His body tried to instinctively curl as the spike was lovingly pushed into his dry valve, mouth gaping in pain, and slowly pulled back out, an almost gentle rhythm offsetting the pain of lack of lubrication.
“Stop! Pr-guh-owl, STOP!”
The glittering blue optics took a hard edge and the movements grew less and less gentle with each thrust.
“Oh Jazz, we’ve only begun…”
*~*~*~*~~*~
“No one has found anything Prime. Not a scuff mark, not a clue. Are you sure he is still in the Ark?”
“Ratchet said that Sunstreaker recognized where he was, but not how to get there. Some room far enough down or back that no one else had noticed it.”
Prime slammed a hand down on a medberth, denting the metal, and growled.
“No one can find Jazz, this killer has been cavorting right under our pedes and we can’t find him in our own ship!”
Ratchet held his hands out in a gesture of helplessness.
“I’m sorry Prime! Sunstreaker’s memory files just don’t show enough detail for me to see where they are! Prowl had them knocked out for the journey there and they weren’t in any state to notice their surroundings on the way back!”
Optimus spun towards the door, pedes clicking on the metal floor as he strode out.
*~*~*~*~*~
Energon dripped in a steady plip-plop onto the metal berth, two sets of vents drawing in air heavily in the otherwise silent room.
“You are so beautiful, spread for me like this Pet. I do so enjoy touching…”
Prowl drew a digit lightly over the edge of the torn valve, making the owner flinch, before pressing his glossa lightly inside. Jazz’s body jerked with each lap of his torn valve, energon running quicker with each tense and release.
“Frag you Prowl! GUH! I’ll KILL you fo-AHHH- this!”
Prowl paused in his ministrations, energon dripping from his chin, and climbed to settle between Jazz’s bound legs.
“Perhaps, Pet, but I will enjoy being the last mecha you ever allow near this precious place.”
With that he clicked open his spike panel and seated himself in Jazz with an Energon coated thrust.
“AAHHHHhhh!”
Prowl didn’t wait. He slid in and out with a steady, rolling rhythm that Jazz knew intimately; one that had once set his sensors on fire just from memory.
“Do you remember where he kept touching you, Pet? Those large hands clasping your chest as you rode his spike, thumbs stroking down that seam that opens to the most beautiful sight in the world. Like it was his?”
He forced his way fully in, past what Jazz would normally be able to take, and arched at the sound of ripping metal mesh pulling Jazz’s cries into his own mouth in facsimile of a kiss.
“Do you remember what you said? You said, “He’d know.” Not that you were taken, not that it was wrong, no Pet, that I would know.”
“Ah didn’t want ta hurt yeh!”
Prowl ground their connected elements together, pushing until Jazz’s vocalizer spit static and squeals.
“It isn’t me you hurt, Pet.”
With that he set a pounding pace, one that had pained noises spilling from Jazz through his efforts to stop them, and lifted a piece of sharp metal to the unmarred plating.
“I do hope this feels as good for you as it does for me.”
Energon welled up in each glyph, Jazz venting hard as he fought the pain, but Prowl paid it no mind. He spent careful attention on each one, never pausing in his relentless pace against Jazz’s body until the last was finished.
“Perfect, no? I’m sure you’ll agree that you look better with these, much less available.”
Jazz felt like his body was on fire. He’d been tortured before, but whatever Prowl was doing was setting off more neural sensors than it should. It was like being hot wired into red lining machinery, nothing didn’t feel and everything felt too much.
“Still, as much as I would like to drag this on, I fear that our time together here grows short.”
That caught Jazz’s attention.
“What do yeh mean?”
A thin piece of metal was forced through his chestplates and his manual locks overridden.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what will happen if I’m caught here Pet. The one thing Optimus Prime would offline anyone outside of battle for, don’t you know what that is? I’m sure you do.”
Jazz’s processor stopped, froze his body to stop twitching, and he looked up at Prowl with dawning horror.
“Yeh aint.”
“Oh Pet, I assure you I am.”
With that Prowl peeled back Jazz’s chest plates to expose his wildly spinning spark, shoving components out of the way with little care to the damage he was causing.
Jazz flicked his plating free fingers, trying to get them to spark enough to send the cuffs into electrical overload. He’d managed to get them high enough when Prowl slammed his own spark directly into Jazz’s.
The room filled with two very different kinds of screams as Prowl pushed further and further into Jazz’s being.
It hurt.
Oh Primus it hurt.
Jazz couldn’t think, couldn’t feel. He was only aware of Prowl inside his soul, tearing off pieces and shoving pieces of himself into the holes he created.
He pushed, trying to shove Prowl back and out of him, but it only served to incense him more and Jazz could only ‘be’ in horror while half of him was replaced with this stranger’s spark.
When Prowl finally pulled back, it was with a pained grimace of his own. He didn’t close their chest plates, but instead picked up the laser scalpel he’d used on Jazz earlier.
“Never again alone, Pet. You and I will forever be joined, life to death.”
It was with an insane grin that Prowl brought the laser scalpel down to their connected components and sliced off his own spike.
Jazz flicked his fingers again, the charge building more quickly this time.
Prowl flicked on a mini welder and retrieved Jazz’s valve cover, carefully and diligently welding it shut with his own interfacing rod still within Jazz.
Jazz pushed the pain as far aside as he was able and built his charge until it was ready. He touched the exposed fingers to the cuffs and couldn’t bite back a moan of pain that surged through his already zinging circuits.
Not bothering to look up from his nearly completed task, Prowl never saw Jazz’s sudden lurch upright, but he felt hands on his helm and laughed as it was torn from his body.
*~*~*~*~*~~*~
They’d finally found Jazz. It had been Ratbat who had suddenly screeched and taken off from where he’d been hiding in Blaster’s quarters, mecha following him through the winding hallways of the Ark until he reached a solid wall and kept ramming himself into it.
Blaster had caught the cassette and stood back as the larger mecha bust through the wall. There had been a moment of silence before someone purged and Optimus Prime and Ratchet shoved their way through.
Ratbat had fought out of his hold and flown to curl up around Jazz’s neck, not that he acknowledged it.
Still.
He was bound at the ankles to a berth with Prowl’s still cooling body situated between his knees in a way no one could misinterpret. His body laying haphazardly over Jazz’s, both of their chest plates still open, but his head was on the floor, still sparking from where the cables had been forcibly ripped from the body.
Someone later swore that Ratchet had never incited so many to cooperation so quickly.
*~*~*~*~*~~*~
Jazz sat on the medberth, Ratbat curled in his lap. He’d gotten a charge port upgrade and now the small cassette never left his side.
“Eh ‘Bat, what’re we gonna do.”
The small cassette chirped sleepily and nuzzled the closest hand.
The damage hadn’t really been that bad. Nothing a little while in Medbay wouldn’t fix easy, but Jazz had steadfastly refused to let Ratchet unweld his interface panel.
He told himself it was because he would never interface again.
The place in his spark that spun off kilter from the rest whispered otherwise.
It crooned at him. Softly, never loud or insistent enough that Jazz couldn’t block it out if he wanted, but never stopped either.
It crooned all the dirty things that he would feel, all the sensory ghosts that would visit during recharge, never relenting, never overbearing.
Jazz found he liked not being alone.
So he slid out of the berth and left, hips twitching from side to side as the trapped spike rubbed gently over partially healed nodes, walking toward his room with a hitch in his step and a charge on the line.
Ratbat woke and wound himself around Jazz’s neck, rubbing against his neck cabling in an effort to help Jazz along.
In his room he crouched, rocking his hips forward and back, savoring the feel of the torn metal and mesh as they slid together. Savoring the words that that dirty part of his spark whispered into his processor.
He touched Ratbat and they brought each other to a painful overload, Jazz venting hard as his optics shuttered and he saw Prowl laying on his berth, motioning for him to come and lay down.
Never alone.
Never again.
Ratbat cooed, his damaged processor picking up that though through their newly established symbiote bond.
They both needed it.
Never alone.
Never again.
In Jazz’s processor Prowl wrapped his arms around them both and continued his soft whispered promises.
Never alone, Never again.
Jazz giggled into the open space of his room, arms wrapped around a figure that didn’t exist, and nuzzled Ratbat’s head.
NeveraloneNeveragain.
*~*~*~*~~*~*~
“Wake up call, Lover.”
Epilogue
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Date: 2012-01-11 10:39 am (UTC)Dear God woman! That was...this was....oh my God. This is THE definition of pure mind fuckery...lol...
Prowls twisted version of love/possession.... And the rape scene...I was holding my breath all the time!
And Prowl cutting his spike and sealing it in Jazz's vavle - oh my fucking God - now thats twisted!
I'm really angry at Prowl! FOR SOMEONE SO SMART YOU SURE ARE DUMB TACTICIAN!!! You had Jazz! You had him! The two of you could have lived happily ever after! But nooo! You get all possessive and kill everyone! >.<
I can't say I'm surprised that Jazz came out unscarred - of course his mental state would deteriorate like this (deciding to keep the spike in him, the enjoyment of the overloud it brought him, along with Ratbat)
This was a fantastic story. I usually don't tend to read stories like this, where the two of them don't have a happy ending...but this was truly well written! Bravo! ^_^
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Date: 2012-01-11 02:25 pm (UTC)I like to think that Jazz still loved Prowl, even through the whole mess. It's hard to stay sane when pieces of you are torn away.
:)
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Date: 2012-01-11 01:45 pm (UTC)Wow this was really good. In a .. twisted sort of way XD
And wow did Jazz become crazy at the end? oh dear, this is not goOD. A great dramatic way to end this. Awesome job!
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Date: 2012-01-11 02:27 pm (UTC)Augh bunnies!
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Date: 2012-01-11 02:28 pm (UTC)And Prime doesn't know what caused Prowl to go crazy either.
Thank you!
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Date: 2012-01-11 04:36 pm (UTC)That...omg. I don't even know what to say.
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