Epilogue

A/N: So…yeah. I know I ended the fic, but as some of you wanted an update, I decided to do an epilogue. Probably won't be as long as a chapter, but I hope this is good enough.

Knock Out lied to him, that was the one clear thought Jack could understand under that blanket that had seemed to overcome him. The mech said he could wash away the feeling of Breakdown on him, but the lie came ringing in his head loud and clear when the blue mech had passed and he had to listen to Knock Out describing the different and interesting ways he was going to kill Airachnid.

Jack took the time to look beyond the cloud covering his vision on the most recent things. He'd attacked Bumblebee again, but the fear of going back to the Autobots was still genuine and didn't think much of it. No, what made him pause was the way he was acting towards Knock Out. He could remember the hate he felt towards the mech when he was human and after the transformation.

He remembered the way the mech touched him when he didn't want him too, but while he felt the hate through the memory, he felt unable to feel it now as nothing but pleasure filled him as he thought of Knock Out touching him. He should have gone with his instincts to not trust the mech when he said he could have gotten rid of the memory of Breakdown, but he'd been so desperate he would have believed anything.

"What have you done to me?" he questioned and Knock Out stopped in the middle of his rant about mounting Airachnid's head on the wall.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

Jack's lips thinned. "I remember." He said quietly and recognition showed on the mech's face.

"Oh, nothing much." He said shrugging and walked over to him. "I just fixed what was broken, that's all."

"I wasn't broken." Jack retorted.

Knock Out chuckled and placed a hand on his cheek, but instead of leaning away, Jack leaned into it, which horrified him. "Yes, you were. You resisted me every time, but no more." He said and put both hands on his hips. "I've won, Jack. You're all mine, no one else." He said and smirked. "Not even your own."

Jack's optics widened. "No, that can't be." He said, but despite how much he wanted too, he could move away from Knock Out's wandering digits.

"I've gotten inside your spark." He whispered in Jack's audio. "I've gotten so deep inside that you never even noticed until now that it was too late." He continued and nipped at Jack's neck cables. "You will never be able to hate me, and fight it as you may try, you will never hate my touch anymore."

"It can't be." Jack whispered as this was more than just a nightmare. This was his life now?

"Say it then, say you're not mine, and I'll let you go." Knock Out challenged and Jack immediately opened his mouth, but the words felt stuck in his throat. "You can't say them, because I've got a hold on you; mind, body, and soul. It's all mine now." he said triumphantly and they both crashed down onto the berth.

His body wasn't his own anymore; he was more than just Knock Out's prisoner, he was a prisoner in his own mind. Jack felt like dying on the inside with each creeping touch that Knock Out gave him.