Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Someone requested the Soundwave/Jazz drabbles. I can't remember who. I think I might have deleted the request email/comment/note/whatever by accident.

Pairings:
Sentinel/Jetfire/Jetstorm-1
Swindle/Starscream; Swindle/Lockdown-1
Swindle/Lockdown-2
Soundwave/Jazz-6
Wasp/Lockdown-3
Prowl/Grimlock/Swoop/Snarl-1


Title: Abuse of Authority
Pairing: Sentinel/Jetfire/Jetstorm
Rating: PG
Warnings: slash
Summary: Sentinel isn't above misusing his authority.

Stepping, into Sentinel Prime's office, Jetstorm and Jetfire trembled as they approached their commanding officer, who was lounging, legs crossed, on a couch, reading over some datapads.

"You wanted to see us, Mr. Sentinel Prime, sir?" Jetstorm asked.

"Have we done something wrong, Mr. Sentinel Prime, sir?" Jetfire inquired.

Sentinel set aside his datapads and motioned for the twins to come closer. "No…no…I've just been in so much stress the last few orbital cycles, and I could use some…relaxation." He uncrossed his legs and patted his thighs. "Would you be willing to help out your superior officer?"

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Title: At the Mercy of a Gun
Pairing: Starscream/Swindle; Swindle/Lockdown
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: slash, violence
Summary: (Sequel to some other drabbles. AU) Swindle finds himself cornered yet again.

"No! No! Please! Don't!" Swindle screamed, servos clawing at the dirty ground of a back alley. "Let me go!"

He had foolishly let himself be cornered again by Starscream, lulled into a false sense of security by the promise of credits for his merchandise. With Starscream's treacherous history, he shouldn't have let his greed get the better of him.

"Calm down, sweetspark," Starscream cooed, tightening his servo around Swindle's neck, "I don't want to harm you…seriously anyway." He ran his glossa over the back of Swindle's helm, causing the smaller mech to shudder. "You use to enjoy my touch…before that wretched bounty hunter began meddling in our affairs." His free servo dipped between the purple and tan mech's groin, squeezing hard. "This belongs to me." His voice was laced with lust and venom, and he drew his servo back, groping the smaller mech's aft. "This too." He leaned over Swindle's form, whispering harshly into the mech's audio. "All of you…belongs to me, and I'll do with you as I see fit."

"No!" Swindle growled. "I'm not your property!"

Swindle twisted his arm around, aiming his massive gun at Starscream's face. The seeker snarled in fury and ducked to the side as a laser blast whipped by him. He snagged the gun and violently tore it from Swindles' arm, causing the arms dealer to wail in misery as a gaping hole with frayed wires sparked and sizzled.

"Naughty, naughty," Starscream taunted, shoving Swindle's face into the ground. "Although…I do have to admit that this is a nice weapon. I wonder if it could have another purpose."

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Title: Cast Aside?
Pairing: Lockdown/Swindle
Rating: PG
Warnings:  angst, slash
Summary: (AU) Lockdown has had enough…

Even with sedation, Swindle was in severe pain for the next ten orbital cycles. Lockdown cared for him on The Death's Head, often muttering how he was going to tear Starscream's wings off the next time he saw the seeker. Lockdown was gentle while caring for Swindle, but the bounty hunter was gruff when speaking to him and spent little time talking at all. On the eleventh orbital cycle, Swindle had regained his strength and could move around without pain. The Death's Head docked on a neutral planet, and Lockdown gave Swindle a rough shove toward the docking door.

"What's been eating at you?" Swindle asked. "You've barely said anything to me…"

"It doesn't matter what I say," Lockdown growled. "You're just going to do what you want."

"What are you babbling---" Swindle began.

"I warned you before to stay away from Starscream…and you didn't listen," Lockdown mumbled. "I warned you again to stay away…and you didn't listen. I can't keep coming to your rescue, Swindle, and I don't want to run down an alley one cycle and find your lifeless body in the gutter." He turned away from the arms dealer. "Go on. Do what you want…just…get out."

As Lockdown's retreating form disappeared, Swindle couldn't recall a time his spark ached so much.


Title: Stowaway
Pairing: Swindle/Lockdown
Rating: PG
Warnings:  slash
Summary: (AU) Swindle isn't going to give up on Lockdown.

Swindle hid out in the cargo bay as The Death's Head took flight. He knew Lockdown followed a particular routine, and he snuck out during the time the bounty hunter was suppose to be deep in recharge. Sure enough, he found Lockdown laid out on a berth, snoring loudly. He crawled up onto the berth, straddling Lockdown, dipping his face into the curve of the bounty hunter's neck, licking a few cables. He cried out in shock when he was flipped over, red optics flickering online and staring furiously at him.

"Swindle?!" Lockdown gasped.

"I--I couldn't leave," Swindle whimpered. "I want to stay with you. I'm…sorry for not listening to you. Please…don't throw me out."

Lockdown's expression softened, and he rolled onto his side, hugging Swindle tightly to his chassis. "You frustrate the slag out of me…but I like having you around. I shouldn't have tried to kick you out. I'm just not good at…discussing feelings…"

"Oh?" Swindle chuckled. "Then why don't you just…show me how you feel?"

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Title: A New Start
Pairing: Soundwave/Jazz
Rating: G
Warnings: angst, slash
Summary: (AU/Crack!--Sometime after Sound and Fury. Jazz has returned to Earth and is stationed alongside the Autobots.) Soundwave stumbles across Jazz.

Soundwave grunted in pain as he trudged through a wooded area on the outskirts of Detroit. Hours earlier, he had reassembled himself and retreated from the city, hoping to find a quiet area to reflect on his disastrous encounter with Bulkhead. He tried numerous times to create a com link with Megatron, but each attempt failed. At first he thought it was a malfunction, but a sad realization eventually dawned on him. He had been abandoned for his failure. Slumping against a tree, Soundwave hung his helm in sorrow. Then, a beautiful voice, singing and humming, caught his attention. He rose back up and followed the noise, stopping when he spotted a white and black mech leaning against a small shuttle, blue visor shimmering in the sunlight, helm swaying back and forth, fingers snapping along to a beat he couldn't hear. The mech's lovely smile made his circuitry tingle, and his faceplates heated up. He found this new sensation unnerving and took a step back, freezing up when a twig crunched under his pede.

"Hey! Who's out there?!" the white and black mech called out.

Soundwave bolted. He had spotted the Autobot symbol on the mech's chassis. He was certain torture and death would follow if he were captured. In his panicked state, he didn't pay attention to his surroundings and tripped over a log, rolling hard across the ground.

"Hey, man, you all right?"

Once his vision stopped spinning, Soundwave found the mech kneeling over him. He flinched when the mech's servo touched his helm.

"Easy…Soundwave."

Soundwave shuddered. "So…you do know my…designation."

"I've heard a lot about you…from the others," the mech stated.

"Autobots," Soundwave hissed. "I have no valuable information, and I have no desire to be a slave. Offline me."

The mech frowned. "I…have no idea what you're talking about…but you've got the wrong idea about Autobots." He extended his servo. "My name is Jazz. You're in bad shape, and you really need a tune up. Come with me to my shuttle. Let me help you. "

Soundwave snarled and shoved Jazz's servo away. "I'm not stupid, Autobot." He tried to stand back up and doubled over in pain. "Please…mercy…just offline me. I have no where else to go. No one will…accept me now."

Jazz grabbed Soundwave's arm and placed it over his shoulder, lifting the mech up, helping him walk. "I think there's a big misunderstanding going on here." He gave the blue and black mech a warm smile. "I swear…I won't harm you, and I won't let anyone else harm you."

"Why…are you so willing…to help me?" Soundwave asked, digging his pedes into the ground, trying to keep Jazz from carrying him off.

"As I said…there's a big misunderstanding going on here," Jazz chuckled. "I think someone gave you some bad info, dig? Besides, no bot deserves to be left alone. Just let me help you…please?"

Sighing, Soundwave stopped dragging his pedes and limped alongside Jazz toward the shuttle.


Title: Consideration
Pairing: Soundwave/Jazz
Rating: G
Warnings: slash
Summary: (AU) Soundwave considers an offer made by Jazz.

Three days passed since Soundwave first met Jazz, and the cyber-ninja hadn't turned him over to the Autobots. He was fully repaired and allowed to hide out on the shuttle.

"I can't stay here forever," Soundwave muttered.

"I…know," Jazz sighed, sitting beside the blue and black mech. "Would you just consider coming to the base…please? The others…"

"I don't want to talk about that!" Soundwave snapped. He lowered his voice and let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry…you've done so much for me. I'll…consider…it."

"Thank you," Jazz murmured, giving Soundwave's servo a gentle squeeze. "There's something else I'd like you to do for me." He held up a small disk. "This contains information about Autobots, Decepticons, Neutrals, Cybertron, and plenty of other groovy stuff. Watch it…please?"

"…All right…" Soundwave replied, taking the disk, "but stay with me. I…may want to ask you…some things."

"Sure," Jazz stated.


Title: First Taste of Energon
Pairing: Soundwave/Jazz
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: slash
Summary: (AU) Soundwave can't hold his energon.

The first taste of energon was exhilarating for Soundwave. It made his circuitry tingle and heightened all of his senses. The downside: it made his movements sluggish and made his libido spiral out of control. When Jazz sat next to him on the berth, he wrapped his arms around the cyber-ninja's waist. Jazz squirmed and blushed as Soundwave nuzzled his neck.

"S--Soundwave?" Jazz asked.

"You're…so warm…and soft," Soundwave murmured. "Let me…hold you."

"Ha…I think you've had enough energon for tonight," Jazz chuckled.

Soundwave's helm tilted back, and a portion of his mask retracted, revealing a mouth that matched the gold plating. Jazz didn't understand why Soundwave continued to wear a mask. His lips were perfect, and it was a shame to have them covered up.

"Like…what you see?" Soundwave inquired.

Jazz snapped out of his trance. "Well…ah…look…you've had too much to drink. You should lay down…"

Soundwave leaned in and pressed his mouth to Jazz's lips. Jazz gasped, giving Soundwave a chance to plunge his glossa inside the cyber-ninja's mouth. Jazz didn't know to react. The kiss was pleasant, but he knew this was wrong.

Jazz managed to break away. "Soundwave…we…shouldn't…"

"I want you," Soundwave cooed. "You're gorgeous. Please?" He dipped his servo between Jazz's thighs, trying to fondle the mech's groin. "Please?"

Jazz's servo shot up and pinched a cable in Soundwave's neck. Dizziness swept over Soundwave, and he collapsed to the berth.

"Sorry…but I'd prefer if you were sober," Jazz muttered.


Title: Siren's Song
Pairing: Soundwave/Jazz
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: slash
Summary: (AU) Jazz is Soundwave's siren.

"Sing for me…please?" Soundwave asked.

Jazz chuckled, "Is my voice that nice sounding?"

"Your voice isn't nice…it's beautiful," Soundwave replied. "Sing…please?"

Jazz thought for a moment, and he chose to sing something from the old Cybertronian dialect. He snuggled into Soundwave, tracing his lips over the mech's neck as he hummed.

The soft vibrations made Soundwave shudder, "Oh…that feels…incredible."

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Title: Switching Factions
Pairing: Soundwave/Jazz
Rating: G
Warnings: slash
Summary: (AU) Soundwave switches sides.

The re-introduction to the Autobot base did not go smoothly. The small group of Autobots were angry and mortified that a fellow comrade had brought a former enemy into their home, especially Bulkhead. Soundwave couldn't blame them for the mistrust shining in their optics. He caused a lot of damage and nearly killed quite a few innocent people, including Sari. It was going to take time for the tension to ebb away and to rebuild trust as well. Jazz remained supportive and stuck close to him during the hard times. With the cyber-ninja at his side, Soundwave didn't regret giving up on his Decepticon ideals.


Title: Becoming Bondmates
Pairing: Soundwave/Jazz

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Title: Bad Choice
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Warnings: angst
Summary: (AU) While running from Sentinel, Wasp makes a bad choice.

Wasp panted in exertion as he sped across a massive asteroid, having just jumped from a transdimensional gate with Sentinel on his bumper. There was no sign of the Prime at the moment, but that could quickly change. He needed to find shelter and a way to get to Earth to track down Bumblebee and make the yellow bot pay.

In the distance, he spotted a strange red and gray ship. Desperate for any form of escape, he ignored the little voice in the back of his processor telling him to run away and found a way to sneak aboard the vessel. He hid out behind a set of crates in the cargo bay, tensing when he heard footsteps. Panicking, he opened up one of the crates and crawled inside, peaking out a small crack. Condensation dribbled down his brow as a monstrous green and black spiked mech stepped into view. The mech's ruby optics gazed over at his hiding place, staring for a few tense moments before turning away. The mech opened up a crate, revealing a huge stock of energon, and then exited the room. The ship began to vibrate, and Wasp guessed they were now taking off.

"What has Wasp gotten himself into?" Wasp whimpered, crawling out.

It was too late to leave. He was trapped. Grabbing a cube of energon from the stockpile, Wasp slumped to the floor.

"Wasp in so much trouble," Wasp muttered, rubbing his brow as he drank down the cube.


Title: Prisoner to a New Stockade
Pairing: Wasp/Lockdown
Rating: PG
Warnings: slash
Summary: (AU) Wasp has a new prison.

It was hard to keep track of time in deep space, especially since Wasp's internal clock had started malfunctioning during his stressful incarceration. He guessed two or more days had passed since he snuck onto the strange mech's ship, most of which he spent sleeping in a cramped crate. He only ventured out to swipe energon, fearful that monstrous mech would catch him. He prayed the ship would land soon so he could sneak off. On the fourth or fifth day, the top of his crate was ripped off, and he was dragged out by the neck.

"Let Wasp go!" Wasp screamed, swiping his charged stingers at the black and green spiked mech.

"Oh, I don't think so," the mech growled. "You've been stealing my energon, little stowaway. I've been watching you on my surveillance system."

Wasp blinked in confusion. "Why did big bot wait so long to get Wasp?"

Lockdown remained silent and gave Wasp a wicked smirk. Then, it dawned on Wasp. The mech knew right from the beginning that he had boarded the ship. The mech had set him up. He snarled in fury when the mech's hook scraped down his chassis toward his groin.

"Perverted bot!" Wasp snapped. "Release Wasp!"

The mech gave a few of Wasp's neck cables a painful squeeze, silencing him. "Better show me some respect, little bot. You chose to trespass on my ship. You chose to steal my energon. You've cost me quite a bit of credits, and you need to pay that back."

"Wasp doesn't have credits," Wasp growled.

"There's another way you can pay," the mech leered.

Wasp frantically shook his helm. "No! Disgusting bot!"

"Either you cooperate or I'm going to rip off your stingers and toss you out into space," the mech snarled.

Wasp stopped struggling and offlined his optics. "Please…don't hurt Wasp."

"Behave and I promise to be gentle…for a while at least," the mech murmured. "I'm Lockdown, but you can call me Master…little pet."


Title: Plaything
Pairing: Wasp/Lockdown
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: non-con, slash
Summary: (AU) Nothing but a plaything to a sadistic bounty hunter.

Wasp let out an agitated growl as he was pulled into Lockdown's lap. The bounty hunter laughed and took a swig of energon. He slammed his lips over Wasp's mouth, using his glossa to push the liquid into the smaller mech's mouth. Gagging, Wasp shoved at Lockdown's shoulders, cursing in fury when the bounty hunter poured energon over his chassis.

"Stop struggling," Lockdown growled, "or do I need to get rough with you?"

"…Sorry…Master-bot," Wasp grumbled. "Wasp…will…behave."

Smirking, Lockdown licked and nuzzled Wasp's chassis. "That's better, little pet. Now, open up that plating and let me get a taste of you."

"P--Please…W--Wasp…n--never…" Wasp began.

Lockdown's grin grew wide and predatory. "Virgin metal, hmm? Saving yourself for someone special?"

"Wasp not interested in interfacing," Wasp mumbled. "Wasp has other things on processor."

"Well, I look forward to changing that," Lockdown chuckled.

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Title: Claimed
Pairing: Wasp/Lockdown

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Title: Rutting Season
Pairing: Prowl/Grimlock/Swoop/Snarl
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: hinted MPREG, mild violence, slash
Summary: (AU) Prowl gets caught in between three agitated Dinobots.

"I've been hearing some rather disturbing reports of unexplained explosions and loud roaring coming from this island," Prowl growled. "Now, I recently set up a surveillance system around this island, and I know for a fact that no human or bot has trespassed on your territory. So…what is going on with the three of you?"

Grimlock, Swoop, and Snarl, all in beast mode, stared at Prowl with blank optics.

Prowl sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Look…it's not a good idea to be making so much racket. It's going to attract unwanted atten---"

The Dinobots suddenly transformed into their robot modes and tackled Prowl to the ground. Snarl grabbed Prowl's right arm, pinning it the forest floor, as Swoop snagged the left. Grimlock's claws enclosed Prowl's thighs, keeping the ninjabot from flailing.

"W--What are you doing?!" Prowl snapped. "Release me this instant!"

"Bike-bot pretty," Grimlock cooed. "Me, Grimlock, want bike-bot. Bike-bot will produce many strong sparklings for Grimlock."

"Bike-bot will have sparklings with me, Snarl!" the triceratops spat.

"No! Bike-bot belongs to Swoop!" the pterodactyl snarled.

Prowl gaped in disbelief at what he was hearing. Something was making the Dinobots want to reproduce. Prowl couldn't guess why, and it didn't matter. It was more important to get away. Maybe he could cause a diversion.

"W--Which one of you is the strongest?" Prowl asked. The Dinobots ceased bickering and stared down at him. "Only the strongest…is worthy of mating with me."

Grimlock laughed and violently shoved Snarl and Swoop away. "Me, Grimlock, the strongest! Others are weaklings!"

Swoop and Snarl scowled, beginning to stalk back over when Grimlock roared, making them quickly shrink back with helms hung low in submission.

Grimlock leered down at Prowl. "See? Me, Grimlock, worthy of being bike-bot's mate."

Shuddering, Prowl leered back and rubbed his now freed servos over Grimlock's claws. "Yes…you are. Let me up…so I can touch you."

Grimlock hesitated for a moment, but then removed his claws from Prowl's thighs, shivering as the ninjabot sat up and snuggled into his broad chassis, flames shooting up from his collar when the mech's warm, soft lips trailed over his armor. Prowl knew what he was about to do next was a risky move, but Grimlock was a tough bot, and it would be impossible to fight him off. He prayed to Primus that this risky move would work.

Pulling away, Prowl turned over and positioned himself on his servos and knees, wiggling his aft around. "Hmm…like what you see?" When Grimlock nodded, starting to froth at the mouth, he tantalizingly ran a servo over his aft. "Take me. I'm yours."

When Grimlock attempted to mount Prowl, Swoop and Snarl roared in fury, processors clouded over with lust, desperate to claim the ninjabot for their own. Grimlock bellowed in rage as he was attacked, tumbling across the ground with the other two mechs attached to him, punching, kicking, and biting. Prowl quickly raced off and used his jetpacks to escape from the island. He hated leaving the Dinobots behind to wreak havoc on the island, but it was probably the best option at the moment. He would return later, with backup, once they had settled down.

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