This was going to be a One-Shot but it starting getting ridiculously long that I decided to split it in half.

Enjoy this rather... mature fanfic.


Knock Out walked down one of the many streets on Cybertron. He groaned, rubbing at his optics tiredly. He was just coming back from working at a hospital. He wasn't as skilled as any of the other doctors so for the entire time, ever since the hospital had been built, he had been working under Ratchet as an assistant. The older medic had deemed it wise to teach the younger mech 'proper' medical training.

Knock Out was annoyed by the whole thing but he had to admit to himself that he was learning new things. He would never say that out loud though... maybe.

He groaned, rubbing the area beside his optics. He was stressed. Really stressed... and tired. He wanted to recharge but he felt just too stressed right now to do so. He looked up at the sky as he walked, watching the fliers and ships being driven by grounders.

It had been years, many years, since Cybertron had been restored but there was still quite a lot of damage to fix. Knock Out could only guess that there was a quarter of Cybertron left to be repaired. Everyone on the metal planet had been helping out with the repairs as best as they can while some have been trying to start their own businesses instead.

There was no harm in doing that, everyone was being treated right. Everyone was helping each other, even if they didn't know the mech or femme.

Knock Out smiled lightly. Everything had changed and it only took a huge, massive war for everyone to put aside their differences and help one another. Once in awhile though there would be a few fights but nothing serious. Nothing like what started the war in the first place.

Knock Out's pedes began to ache and he was just beginning to realize that he had been walking the entire time from work. He was now stressed and sore. Great.

At least Ratchet had given him the next few days off. Apparently Knock Out had been so focused in his work and learning that the old medic thought it would be good for the younger mech to take a much needed break. He actually said that he deserved the time off.

Knock Out rubbed the back of his neck, turning his helm around to try and remove the stiffness from it. He looked up ahead, thankful that he didn't have to walk much further.

He lived in an apartment. One of those type of apartments that back before the war, only the wealthy could purchase because it took up the entire top floor. It was secluded but that's what he asked for. Well, it was more like him asking to live far from the rest of the team that had helped save Cybertron from both Megatron and Unicron.

Even though years have already gone by, he still wasn't used to his new lifestyle. Helping and saving injured lives than just putting them out of their misery. Especially since most of the time it had been Vehicons he had been working on... and Starscream.

He frowned then, his steps faltering slightly before he opened the door to the apartment's lobby. He hadn't seen the grey Seeker in years, not since that moment when Megatron had told his SiC that the Decepticons were no more. Starscream had took off in his jet mode shortly after and was never seen again.

Knock Out had been worried in the beginning but that had all but faded away over the years. He came to the conclusion that he either gotten himself deactivated or he's out there right now, keeping a low profile among the masses.

Knock Out shook his helm, exiting the lift that he had entered awhile ago. He walked up to the only door on the top floor and typed in the pass-code. His pass-code.

The door opened and he casually walked in like he always does. In the beginning, he had admired how large of an apartment he had but now it was nothing new to him. A large sectional couch with a large teleconsole in front of it with a small table between them. A small little area where he would keep his energon; low, regular, and high grade. A small hall leading to his berthroom and another berthroom that he had converted into an office with a way of communicating with anyone.

Comm. links had been deactivated after all.

He had put the communication system to some use. More like the others had already put it to some use. Sometimes Bumblebee or Smokescreen would contact him and ask if he wanted to go for a drive. He of course would go but lately he just hasn't been up to it. He was pretty sure that they were beginning to worry.

They had the right to be worried. He just hasn't been feeling right lately, feeling rather down. There had always been some sort of excitement back with the Decepticons but now... everything is quiet and calm. He was enjoying it at first of course, finally being able to get away from all the dangers to his finish.

He practically plopped face down onto the couch, not bothering with turning on the teleconsole. He felt stressed and he really wanted to do something to relieve it so he could recharge properly. He needed some excitement, that's what he needed.

A grin grew across his lips at a thought. When was the last time he treated himself to a little... excitement? The answer was of course before the war started. He got to his pedes and went to his office, going through a few numbers to find the right one before calling it up.

"Hello? This is Grindings, right? Oh good, I would like you to send someone. I don't care who, just send someone. Grounder, flier, mech, or femme, doesn't matter. Just... whoever is available right now. Even if its the less desirable one... Thank-you. Here's my address."

With that situated, Knock Out left his office with a rather big grin on his face. Oh, how much he had missed doing this. Usually he would carefully pick who he wanted but right now, he just wanted someone who could relieve the still present stress in his systems.

He began to pace, waiting, but he knew that it would take awhile. He decided that he was going to drink some high-grade before hand so he went to where his energon was. He swallowed a cube full of high-grade whole and he poured himself another but only went through half of it before the door buzzed.

He frowned. That was quick... must be a flier then. A fast flier.

Knock Out went to the door, opening it, giving whoever was there his most seductive look that he has ever done. He thought he did it pretty well.

The figure standing before the doorway turned to face Knock Out, optics closed as they bowed, "I have come as you requested to fulfill anything that you desire. For during this night..." their helm rose enough to become optic-level with Knock Out. A servo raised to gently cup the red mech's chin as their optics opened to look deep into his, "... I shall call you, master."

Well then, this was unexpected.

Knock Out stared long and hard, the seductive look that he was pulling off rather well vanished quickly. His gaze ventured around the mech before him. Wings... slender, high-heeled legs... long, sharp talons... a red crest adorning the mech's helm... yep, it was plainly clear who this was.

Knock Out's optics widened, "St-Starscream!?"

The mech before him frowned, "How do you know...?" he froze then, backing up slightly to look over the red mech before him. His optics widened as well, "Kn-Knock Out!? Wh-what are you doing here?"

Knock Out sputtered then, "ME!? I live here and I should be asking you the same thing. What are you doing...?" he paused, getting a better look at the Seeker. He frowned, pointing at the Seeker before him, "What is that... all over your frame? And that smell?"

Starscream was covered in what looked liked to be colourful ribbons, bows, streamers, stickers, and glitter. He looked plain ridiculous and the smell... well, it wasn't bad, rather pleasant actually.

Starscream frowned, looking down. He fiddled with his clawed-servos a bit before rubbing a servo behind his helm. Rather shamefully, "I-I'm here for some important business but it seems that I might have gotten the wrong address."

Knock Out frowned, realization hitting and he slapped his servo rather hard against his faceplate. He shook his helm, "You're at the right address."

Starscream frowned, "I'm pretty sure I'm not."

Knock Out looked back up at him, "No, you are. Grindings right?"

Starscream's optics widened and he stumbled back a bit, "How..?"

Knock Out chuckled halfheartedly, "I'm the one who called. I'm your client for tonight."

Starscream opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He was too shocked.

Knock Out rolled his optics, turning around. He waved a servo, "Come in."

Starscream closed his mouth and reluctantly walked after him, the door closing behind. He stood in the middle of the room, looking around the large apartment. He was certainly surprised by the medic's ability to acquire such a place.

"So, Starscream." Said mech looked over to where the red medic was, which looked to be a station that was covered in different grades of energon and different sizes of energon cubes.

"Where have you been all this time?" Knock Out asked while he took a cube and filled it with high-grade, taking his half filled one with him over to the Seeker.

"Hiding and, well, unlike you, had to start work from the bottom," Starscream said and shook his helm when the medic handed him the full cube of high-grade.

Knock Out glared at him, "Take it. You deserve it more than I do."

Starscream reached out, taking the cube and only taking a sip from it.

Knock Out watched him for a second. He raised a brow-ridge, "So you stooped so low as to get a job as a pleasure bot?"

Starscream growled, "I had no other choice. All other places denied me... just because I was a Decepticon."

"But the Decepticons are no more or have they forgotten that?"

Starscream took a big swig from the high-grade. He shook his helm, "Oh no, they haven't forgotten. They just won't let me work because I still have this," he said and removed a collection of ribbons and bows from around his chest, revealing the red Decepticon symbol that was still there.

Knock Out stepped forward to touch the symbol. His finger-digits glided over it and he frowned, feeling scratches covering not only the symbol but the frame around it, "Were you trying to remove it?"

Starscream nodded his helm, "Yes. Emphasis on trying. Every time I try, it fragging hurts."

Knock Out looked up at him, "I never thought that you would decide to remove it. I was kind of thinking that you would take control of the Decepticons and appoint yourself leader."

The Seeker shrugged his shoulders, "Well, I did at first but after a certain... event, I decided to put everything behind me."

"What event?" Knock Out asked.

Starscream didn't answer but chugged the rest of his high-grade. He grimaced as he looked into the empty cube, "I would rather not talk about it."

Knock Out took the empty cube from him, "As you wish," he said and walked back over to refill the cube with more high-grade. He came back and handed it back to the Seeker who took a large drink from it.

Knock Out sipped from his. The way the Seeker was acting, this 'event' must be a rather touchy subject. He figuratively filed it away to ask him later. Right now, the sight of the gray Seeker made him wince, "For Primus' sake Starscream."

The Seeker looked at him, being rather confused, "What?"

Knock Out shook his helm, grabbing a streamer from his arm and pulled it off, "You look ridiculous. Seriously, how is this appealing to anyone?"

Starscream inspected one of his servos, staring at a ribbon that was entangled among his talons, "I really don't know. Maybe having something to peal off arouses them?" he took a sip this time from his high-grade.

Knock Out couldn't help but snort at the ridiculousness of that thought. He twirled his servo, the one not holding his cube, "Care to elaborate?"

Starscream's optics widened then and he stared down at the medic. He lifted his servos, backing up a bit, "I don't think I should."

One of Knock Out's brow-ridges rose, "You realize that at some point you're going to have to," he then grinned and rested his unoccupied servo on his hip, raising his other servo with the energon cube in a form of salute. He brought it to his lips to take a sip, still grinning, "I am your client after all," he said, giving the Seeker a seductive look behind the cube.

Starscream would have swallowed from uneasiness if he could.

The expression that he had made Knock Out laugh, "I'm only joking."

"... you're right."

Knock Out frowned, "Come again?'

Starscream looked at him intensely, "You are my client but..." he glanced away, "... it'll be kind of different since I know you."

Knock Out rolled his optics, smiling, "Yeah, it'll be kind of awkward."

"Really awkward," Starscream said then finished the rest of his high-grade. "That's why I would like some more high-grade to make it less awkward."

Knock Out frowned, "Oh, uh, that will be kind of a problem," he said.

"Problem? What kind of problem?"

Knock Out smiled guiltily, "We just finished off the last of my high-grade. I was planning to get more a few days ago but work had taken up my time."

Starscream vented heavily, shaking his helm, "Slag."

Knock Out finished off the last little bit that was in his cube and along with taking Starscream's empty one, he set them on the counter where the rest of the energon was.

"So... " Starscream said, rocking back and forth on his heels. "How is this going to work?"

Knock Out lifted a digit, "First, let me do you a favor."

Starscream was confused and watched the medic remove some tools from his subspace.

Knock Out gestured to the couch for the Seeker to sit, "Let me remove the Decepticon symbol for you."

Without a word, Starscream walked over to the couch and sat down. He was momentarily surprised by how comfy it was and he held back the urge to bounce on it.

Knock Out walked over and sat beside him, turning so he was facing him. He rested a servo on the Seeker's shoulder and pushed him until his back was against the couch, "Now, I need you to hold still. I don't want to make a mistake."

Starscream just nodded and rested his helm back, resting comfortably while Knock Out began to apply a solvent around the symbol.

"So, what have you been doing all this time?" he asked while he watched the red medic work.

Knock Out shrugged his shoulders, wiping some of the extra solvent away, "Well, after Unicron was sealed away in that canister that used to hold the Allspark and you disappeared somewhere along with Megatron, I was given the responsibility to be the Autobot's medic while they repaired Cybertron. It was like that for many years until Ratchet came back from Earth to take over," he explained while he picked up one of his tools that was shaped like a chisel. "He deemed it wise for me to become his assistant to help in treating all the new mechs and femmes that had been showing up on the planet."

Starscream frowned, "He pretty much demoted you."

Knock Out laughed, "Yea, he kind of did but I honestly don't mind. It's giving me the chance to learn new things that I never knew when I was taught to be a medic for the Decepticons," he began to chisel around the symbol carefully. He brushed some glitter out of the way, "Fragging glitter," he growled out.

Starscream chuckled lightly. He watched Knock Out work carefully then frowned, wondering something, "Why did you call Grindings anyway?"

Knock Out brushed some more glitter out of the way, realizing that it was getting everywhere. The floor. The couch. Everywhere. He glanced up at Starscream for a second before going back to chiseling around the Decepticon symbol, seeing it loosening slightly, "I have been working really hard the passed couple days and I am not only tired but I'm stressed. I wanted something to help relieve my stress so I called Grindings to see if there was someone there that could help."

"Are you still stressed?" Starscream asked.

Knock Out set down the chisel then picked up a pair of tweezers. He ex-vented heavily, "Yes, I am. I would like to recharge but can't when I'm stressed like this. That's why I called Grindings," he said then used the tweezers to carefully grab a hold of the Decepticon symbol and lifted it off the Seeker's chest.

Starscream watched as Knock Out held it up in front of his face. His gaze was on it for a bit before he looked at the red medic beyond it. Knock Out looked at the grey Seeker before him and frowned when he noticed that his gaze was on him.

"I think its about time that I remove that stress of yours," Starscream said, grinning slightly. It seemed that the high-grade he drank earlier was just enough.

Knock Out's optics widened a bit in surprise, his hold on the Decepticon symbol loosened and fell from the tweezers. He didn't bother to watch it fall. He just kept his optics on the Seeker beside him.

Knock Out's surprise vanished and he sat up straighter, a grin growing across his lips, "It's about time."

Starscream leaned forward, getting into Knock Out's faceplate. He reached up and took the tweezers from Knock Out's hold, tossing it to the floor, "You better get comfortable then."

Knock Out's grin grew and he stood up and went over to his favourite spot on the sectional couch, which happens to be in the corner. He sat down, crossing one leg over the other while he rested his arms on the back of the couch. He grinned over at Starscream who stood to his pedes.

"Let's get the show on the road," Knock Out said, his servos patting the back of the couch excitedly. "So, what's going to be the treatment?" he asked. He didn't get the chance to react when a high-heeled pede came down towards him and stepped onto his chest. Knock Out gasped, "Hey, watch the..." he was silenced suddenly when a talon was placed against his lips.

Starscream leaned forward, his pede grinding into the red mechs chassis as he grinned down at him, "Your paint? Oh don't worry, dear doctor," he drawled, making a shiver run down Knock Out's back. "Your paint job is the least of your worries."

Knock Out went to remove the Seeker's pede from his chest but was stopped when Starscream grabbed his wrists, "Ah ha, we will have none of that," Starscream said, shaking his helm. "The client isn't supposed to touch unless given permission to do so."

Knock Out snorted, letting his arms rest back on the back of the couch, "That's ridiculous."

"That's the rule."

"Why's that?" Knock Out asked.

Starscream leaned closer, "You could say that its a way to make clients... more eager."

"Oh ho, I'm liking this already but I would like a favor."

"What is it?"

Knock Out winced, "Can you remove your pede? Its kind of hurting me."

Starscream got a thoughtful expression then grinned, "But don't you like what you see?"

Knock Out was confused until he followed his gaze along the Seeker's leg until he saw what he meant. He was getting a rather nice angle of his pelvic plating. He smirked, "Nice."

Starscream chuckled lightly, removing his pede from the medic's chest, "Thought that you might like that."

Knock Out watched as the Seeker backed up and then sat down on the table that was there. He rested a servo behind him, leaning back on it as he crossed a leg over the other. His other servo reached for one of the ribbons attached to his frame and he pealed it off. While staring intensely at the red mech before him, he dragged the ribbon across many parts of his chassis.

Knock Out's gaze couldn't help but follow the ribbon. Up and down his legs. Across his arms. Even watched it move from his pelvis and up his chest. Once his gaze made it up to Starscream's faceplate, he saw that the Seeker was giving him a seductive look that he didn't know that he was capable of making.

And he was mesmerized by it. He couldn't look away.

Starscream noticed this and tossed the ribbon away, not watching as it fell on the floor. He uncrossed his legs and sat straighter. He raised his servos and rested them against his chest. He lowered them slowly, gliding his digits over seams and gaps in his frame.

Knock Out's optics followed his servos as they slowly traveled down his frame. The Seeker's servos glided down his sides and legs. He didn't notice the grin that the grey Seeker had once he changed things up and moved his servos to the inside of his thighs.

Starscream's grin grew when he heard the sound of fans kicking on. Works every time but he wasn't quite done. He slowly ran his servos closer to his pelvic plating, spreading his legs slightly apart as he gently caressed his digits against sensitive wiring, causing not only his frame to heat up slightly but also a small moan escape his lips.

The reaction from Knock Out was what he was waiting for. The red mech fidgeted in his seat and uncrossed his legs as he watched, biting his lower lip.

Starscream found that little moment to be enough and removed his servos, getting to his pedes.

Knock Out was confused for a second at first but was shocked once the Seeker rested a knee onto the couch beside him and swung his other leg over onto the other side, straddling his lap. The Seeker's servos rested against the red mech's chest as he leaned forward, enjoying the feel of the heat that was radiating from him, hearing the fans working hard to help cool him down. It wasn't really working very well.

Starscream's servos caressed against Knock Out's chest for a bit before traveling up his large shoulders. He stopped at his headlights though when he felt the medic flinch. A grin grew across the Seeker's lips, "What do we have here."

Knock Out gripped the back of the couch as Starscream began to trace his headlights gently. Yes, they were sensitive but not by much. All it did was make him flinch at the touch. The Seeker didn't stay there long though and his servos began to travel again. Down this time.

Starscream's servos traveled down the medic's sides and around his stomach, causing another flinch. It really amused him to get a reaction like that from him. Just before his servos made it to his pelvic plating, he stopped once the medic's frame froze.

Oh, he hit something sensitive. He looked down to see what his servos touched, seeing that there was a little bit of the plating around his waist sticking up from underneath his pelvic plating. He caressed it on either side and the type of reaction he got was rather unexpected.

Knock Out's optics closed tightly and he rested his helm back. His frame grew tense and more hot. His grip on the couch tightened more and he grit his denta together.

Starscream was definitely going to explore this further and began teasing the bit of plating more. A strained moan escaped the red mech's lips.

Oh, Knock Out was having a hard time holding back his temptations. No matter how badly he wanted to he couldn't. Not only was it because of that rule but because it was Starscream for Primus sake. More caresses and a fidget later caused another moan to escape. His frame was beginning to really heat up but he knew that a lot more would have to be done to relieve his stress.

Starscream decided to give him a break and moved on but decided to go back to it soon. He rested a servo on the red mech's crotch plating, causing him to gasp and lift his helm back up to stare at him with wide optics. The Seeker just grinned, feeling the large amount of heat emanating from the other side of the plating.

Oh, he had a plan for this. Starscream removed his servos but placed them on the medic's sides. He then began shuffling himself closer until he was sitting right on top of Knock Out's crotch plating.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Knock Out asked.

Starscream smirked, "Don't worry, you'll enjoy it," his smirk grew. "The place is called Grindings for a reason."


Pfft. Yea, I don't know what to say. The next (last) chapter will be up later, need to finish it up and check it over.