Author's Note: Right...this pairing is...well, ridiculous in most cases. I always laughed at the thought, then found myself with a week off with NOTHING to do before university re-started...and what happened? This. This story suddenly forced itself into my brain and has been working itself into many chapters each day. The first couple sort of set it up, and this one is set just after Evolution.
So lets get this party started! :D
Chapter 1 - Purely Instinctual
Many things were unknown about the resident predacon. It was an ancient beast that seemed to merely act savagely.
Well, that's what Knock Out thought anyway.
The red mech had been terrified the first time his optics lay on the creature, the beast seemingly staring at him when it had exited the portal to be presented to Megatron. He didn't blame the thing of course...he was the shiniest and most beautiful there.
What he didn't expect was for the beast to act so interested the next time he had seen it. Megatron had been petting the creature when he came with the news of a new predacon CNA signature, but the beast couldn't help but stare once more. It was still purring, but he ignored it, aware as he left with Megatron that the beast continued to watch him.
Again, he brushed it off, this time telling himself the predacon must be attracted to brighter colors...that must be it! No wonders it liked attacking the Autobots!
But he did not expect what soon came.
He had been aware of the predacon's prying optics as he travelled down to Shockwave's lab, but he did not expect what came when the beast chose to follow him.
The predacon transformed.
It turned into a mech larger than Megatron, and all he could do was stare as the beast spoke his thoughts.
He remained quiet the whole time, eventually managing to slip off back to the ship, thinking the predacon dealt with.
How wrong he was.
"I have been seeking you out"
That voice...
Knock Out froze, slowly turning to face the predacon now standing in his medbay. After a slight pause, he quickly spoke, "Is there something I can do for you?"
"There might be medic"
Growling, the red mech quickly cut in, "Please, call me Knock Out...um...you"
The smirk that formed on the beast's facial plates unnerved the medic more than it should. There was something dark and contemplating about it...almost like the creature planned to eat him or something.
"Knock Out" he spoke with a purr, further scaring the named mech. "I should have known..." but before Knock Out could speak back once more, the creature began closing the distance, terrifying the red mech so much he couldn't comprehend words enough to use them. "You are not aware of my name, but I wish for you to use it...I am Predaking"
Optics wide with terror as the humongous mech loomed over him, the red mech tried to sound more confident than he felt. "Was that all you came for...Predaking?"
"No"
He felt a shiver run through his frame. The beast...Predaking...must know that he was evoking this kind of fear, but the look he gave still scared the red mech further. He looked...hungry.
"The...then...what can I do for you?" he managed to stutter out.
Raising his sharp claws towards Knock Out's face, the predacon merely smirked. Whining in fear, Knock Out squeezed his optics shut, convinced this was his end.
What he didn't expect was a slightly rough caress, followed by his helm being forced to look upwards.
"I want you"
Optics shooting open, Knock Out attempted to stumble away from the creature, only to find himself pinned to a wall in mere seconds. "Wh...wha...WHAT?!" he spluttered out, unsure in what sense the beast meant.
A deep chuckle ran through Predaking, making Knock Out shy away further, "Though my memories of how I came to be are not complete...one thing was always in my sights since the beginning, before any battle I recall, or any task I was forced into" leaning down quite a lot due to the size difference, the predacon grumbled lowly, now far too close to Knock Out's face for the red mech's comfort. "You run throughout my earliest memories...you are the only being I ever truly recognized in that time, even before I began to think over anything"
He was trembling again, more fearful than ever now. "But...but...why me?" Knock Out whimpered, close to breaking down.
"I wish I knew" Predaking purred, "I want to know...want you"
And that was when the worst part happened for Knock Out.
Predaking forced him forward and into a rough kiss, but that wasn't what made it bad. Admittedly, it was awkward for Knock Out, seeing as Predaking was way larger than him, but still...that wasn't the issue.
The fact that he scratched his paint deeply with his claws, as well as dragged him up the wall and caused scuffs was what made that moment beyond torturous.
All he could do was watch on fearfully, hoping the beast would relent. He was nowhere near strong enough to attempt to escape, so he was forced to ride the whole thing out.
As Predaking pulled away, he trilled lightly. "Will you accept me...Knock Out?"
Every time the creature spoke his name, he emphasized it weirdly. Though he wasn't sure why, he wasn't keen to find out exactly what thoughts were associated with him that made Predaking speak in such a manner.
"I...I..." the red mech stuttered once more, tears burning in his optics as he once more felt fear clench at his spark. "I don't think that...we could really..." he couldn't bear to look as he mumbled the finally few words, offlining his optics and halting his ventilations. "...work out"
A grumble ran through the beast once more, but it didn't feel threatening...it felt...amused?
Onlining his optics carefully, he found Predaking once more staring at him uncomfortably.
The silence was too long.
Nothing was said.
Opening his mouth to speak, he found the beast rest a claw as gently as it could muster on his lips, stopping him before he could make an attempt.
It took a few more moments before Predaking spoke, his optics never stopping their task of boring into Knock Out's. "You are nervous, scared of me...but over time I am sure I can make you feel differently"
Jerking his helm away from the claws, he attempted speech once more. "That's not-" But the claws once more silenced him, this time pinning his helm to the wall as well.
"You are also nervous over being seen with me, but I will make any and all pay if they so much as look at you differently"
He let out a muffled squeak, attempting to speak, but unheard.
Predaking chuckled, shaking his helm, "And most importantly, you are scared of me damaging you, but why would I damage one I deem so beautiful?"
Knock Out growled now, surprised when Predaking moved his claws away from his lips to allow him speech...also when his clear anger only made the beast purr more so than before.
"Oh that's rich! First you state the obvious, then you claim you wouldn't damage me..." he allowed a small glare to cross his features, "You've ruined my finish! HOW DARE YOU! You...you...YOU BEAST!"
He had hoped he could enrage the beast much like Starscream had...even using the same terminology in a feeble attempt to get the creature to leave him alone once and for all, but unfortunately, he got a weird reaction.
After a small contemplation over his chest plates, Predaking's blazing stare returned, a loud churr escaping. "You are more desirable than I could ever imagine"
Optics widening once more, Knock Out shook his helm. "LET ME GO!" All he received was a deep nuzzle, probably further scuffing his finish. "Predaking..." he whined, "I just..."
Slowly, the predacon set him down safely, still unnaturally close, but no longer restraining him. With a final nuzzle, and another trill, Predaking actually took his leave.
Not one word.
He wasn't sure why the beast left, but he was thanking Primus for the miracle.
After a few moments of standing in place shocked, the red mech came to his senses, rushing out and seeking the beast's creator.
He found the scientist in one of the labs, alone.
"Shockwave" he stated, a hint of anger in his voice.
"I am busy"
Growling, Knock Out stormed forward, "Your creation...your monster...it all but assaulted me!"
Shaking his helm, Shockwave didn't even glance at the red mech, merely continuing his work. "What did you expect? His base instincts are that of aggression...if you foolishly chose to upset him-"
"I did nothing!" Knock Out shouted out, "He came to me and..." he hesitated, especially as the scientist finally took notice of him, seeing the state of his finish in the process.
The cyclops overlooked the damage, slowly moving forward and circling the red mech before speaking. "He did not harm you?"
"He ruined my finish!"
A small hum ran through Shockwave's vocalizer. "What exactly did he do?"
"He..." again, Knock Out hesitated, highly embarrassed by the situation. "...he...said that..."
Noting the nervousness, Shockwave silently began to evaluate the situation.
"...he said that he has always recognized me, even before he began to think...and that he...wants me"
Shockwave turned away, silent for a moment, leaving Knock Out nervous.
He swore that at any moment, the beast would return and steal him away...take him and try...ugh...he couldn't even think about it!
"It is logical to conclude that your situation is purely instinctual on the predacon's front" the purple mech stated calmly, uncaring of the subject.
"But...what can I DO?"
Turning back to face Knock Out, Shockwave shook his helm. "If it is of the predacon's basic instincts, and he sees you as a potential mate, there is little any of us can do"
"WHY ME?!"
"I would theorize that your helm finials are similar to that of other predacons, and that your bright coloration caught his attention to said ornaments" the scientist moved past Knock Out, back to his work station. "He probably sees the design and color like a mating display"
Knock Out froze, optics locked on the back of the now busy scientist. After a scowl, he rushed back to his medical bay, servos in tight fists as he moved.
His helm shape...of slagging course! Something he couldn't change.
He was stuck with this problem, and he just wanted everything back to normal. But first thing was first...he needed to fix his finish.
More Notes: You like? More to come soon ;)