Kon

Chapter 1

Optimus Prime/Knock Out


Engines roared. One diesel, belonging to a big rig, and a V-12, belonging to a show car. Metal scraped against metal. Cracks could be heard though the air. Zapping was becoming common. Two moans of pleasure escaped both of their Audio outputs. They had reached the climax of their data stream.

"Sweet Rims..." whispered Knock Out.

"Knock Out" Optimus answered.

They only got to see each other once a month, if they were lucky. Being the Leader of the Autobot faction was a long and hard job. Often enough, Optimus wouldn't be able to get time off. The Decepticons would attack or one of his officers would need him. It was too bad his second in command was off fulfilling his responsibilities in space, instead of earth.

Being the Decepticon Chief Medical Officer was no walk in the park either. Either Starscream would come in needing repairs thanks to the almighty Megatron or the drones would have been fired upon by the Autobots. Knock Out would need to repair them just enough to where they would stop complaining. It did help that his assistant, Breakdown, was there to lend a servo when he needed it.

They had been doing this for a while. At first it was just talking. A safe haven. For Optimus it was a place he didn't have to be Autobot Leader for a short time, for Knock Out it was a place to unwind. No worries about Lord Megatron, or Starscream, or anything else. At this place, Knock Out wasn't a Doctor, or a Decepticon. He was Knock Out. From Uraya. Nor was Optimus Prime a prime but, Orion Pax, leader of no one. Just a Librarian from Iacon. These few freedoms they enjoyed with each other were infrequent and brief, but satisfying.

It was this time that they shared that had allowed them to get so close. Optimus wasn't Knock Outs commanding officer. Knock Out wasn't Optimus's soldier. No one was indebted to the other.

"Sweet Rims," Knock Out whispered. "You have to let me go back."

Optimus opened his optics to look at the red Aston Martin he was embracing. He sighed. "Fine." Optimus had released his hold on the sports car. Knock Out got up and walked back to an area where he could Transform and drive back to the nemesis.

One day, Optimus hoped, Knock Out would leave the Decepticons and join him on the Autobot side. Maybe one day. Moments later Optimus had left to go back to his Prime-ly responsibilities waiting for him in the military facility that was called their base.


Im sorry this sucks... so bad! but general tips for being a better writer would be appreciated! Ideas for future chapters would be helpful too!