Hello! I think you can read what my name is but i wanna say it anyways! My name is BlackFeather101! And this is DuskWolfAtDawn! Say hello, DuskWolfAtDawn. Alright now that we introduced ourselves, time for the warnings! They are interfacing and sparkbonding. Lets thank DuskWolfAtDawn for this chapter. Without further a due, here it is...
We dont own Transformers Prime. If we did, we would have paired up alot of bots.
Blue. Blue crystals everywhere, glowing and jutting from the dark, rocky walls and ceiling. Nothing but the sound of a couple small stones tumbling down the walls. At last, the dust settled. Among the mess of rocks were 2 mechs, alone and trapped in the energon the Autobots and Decepticons met each other at the cave entrance, a brutal fight broke out. In the process, there had been a landslide of rocks caused by the disturbance. Most of the Cybertronians were blocked from the cave entrance, yet 2 were caught in the rocks. It was on the shoulders of those two that the fate of the war rested.
Knockout coughed heavily, pushing up off the stony ground. Opening his red optics, he scanned the area. It was a rather filthy place, in his opinion. Glancing back at the mass of boulders blocking the way out, he growled. He might have to dig his way out. When he looked down at himself, he sputtered with shock. He was a mess! As soon as he got out, he would have to clean himself up. Brushing some dust off his chestplates, he finally got to his pedes.
The sound caught him by surprise. A faint groan…the Decepticon medic instinctively tensed, spark pounding. What could that be…?
Not 20 heights away was another mech, waking up. He lay battered amongst brown rocks. He looked no better than Knockout did, and he had even more trouble waking up. Every single inch of his body ached, and his head throbbed.
Smokescreen, the said mech, moaned in pain and attempted to get up, shoving away some rocks weakly. He pressed a servo to his helm, squeezing his optics shut against the pounding agony."Wh-wha…?" Smokescreen murmured groggily, onlining his optics.
"Smokescreen?" Knockout blurted, his own red optics wide. Hearing his name spoken by a Decepticon, Smokescreen shot to his pedes, trying to activate his blasters. It was useless; they were dented so badly to the point of malfunction. Smokescreen growled irritably, clenching his fists and getting ready to attack anyway. Seeing Knockout in the distance, the Autobot turned to face him.
"Knockout?" He wondered aloud. The two supposed enemies locked optics, still for a moment. Neither of them, it seemed, was willing to make a move. They were both tired, both battered, both aching…
Now they think it was a rock that hit Knockout's helm too hard. But something clicked inside Knockout's brain pan. The thought of interfacing came to his mind. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Smokescreen's chestplate was coming off after being so badly dented from the stones, partly revealing his thick protoform. Maybe it had something to do with the determined glare that Smokescreen gave Knockout that registered differently in Knockout's mind. Maybe it was just lust that drove Knockout forward.
Smokescreen vented sharply as Knockout simply walked forward and stopped directly in front of the other mech, planting a kiss right on his lips. Smokescreen was still too slow from the rocks to move as Knockout overtook him, the red mech's glossa entering the Autobot's mouth and tasting every corner. A muffled cry of surprise exploded out of Smokescreen, embarrassed heat staining his faceplates red. Knockout pressed in closer, chestplate scraping against chestplate and taking hold of Smokescreen's wrists, making sure he couldn't fight. Smokescreen moaned as Knockout parted the kiss, the Decepticon starting to trail his glossa lazily across the Autobot's cheek onto his neck. Letting out a cry, optics closed, Smokescreen fell to his knees, the sensual feeling too much for him to handle. He tried to escape Knockout's grip, but Knockout followed him to the ground, pushing the other mech back onto his dorsal plates. Once Smokescreen was flat on his back, Knockout got on him, legs draping over the sides of Smokescreen's. Smokescreen felt the sticky, dizzying heat bubble up within him, his internal cooling fans kicking on. It didn't make him feel any better, just cold and sticky. But the warmth soon returned when Knockout slicked his head crest with his hot, wet glossa, beginning to pry off Smokescreen's interface panel. The Autobot mech threw his head back, groaning loudly. Lubricant already started to bead on his interface parts, and his spark pounded heavily, high in his throat. Before he knew it, the Decepticon had ripped off his torso armor, interface panel, and inner thigh plates. Not even the chill cavern air could cool his burning body. The red mech's optics glimmered lustfully, drinking in the sight of Smokescreen's bared protoform in delight. A warm blush tinged his normally spotless white faceplates pink as he let his tips of his claws travel idly down the Autobot's abdominal wires, nearing his crotch dangerously. Smokescreen cried out and writhed, not sure if the sensual touch was pain or intense pleasure. Even opening his optics to look at Knockout was difficult. A stifled shout from Smokescreen as Knockout's claws closed over Smokescreen's spike… Even more heat started radiating from Smokescreen with the embarrassment of his protoform being exposed so openly and blatantly to Knockout. EVERYTHING was showing.
The white mech began struggling, though he felt tired with the heat roaring in his mind and body, and Knockout had already gotten a nice, long, good look.
"Knockout…!" Smokescreen choked desperately, voice failing audibly. "P-please, stop!" Knockout ignored him and smirked, closing his claws over Smokescreen's spike and drawing back his own panel. Smokescreen whimpered, unable to watch, but he couldn't look away, either. To Smokescreen's utter disgust, Knockout moved the spike into an erect position, and thrust his hips forward to shove his valve around the Autobot's length, having already let go.
"Don't make me have to do this by myself, Smokescreen," Knockout purred softly, seductively, optics narrowing dangerously. A small smile curled on the edges of his lips.
Smokescreen began stuttering nervously as Knockout slammed into him again and again, even though it was his spike going up Knockout's valve. The young mech's servos flew to Knockout's sides, gripping them tightly. He didn't even know whether to like it or not. Knockout leaned forward again, closing his optics in preparation for a kiss, but to the utter shock of both, it was Smokescreen who closed the gap.
It was Smokescreen who stretched his neck forward and put his servos on the other mech's helm, pulling their faceplates closer and strengthening the kiss. It was Smokescreen who suddenly pulled Knockout under him and became the dominant one, thrusting his hips to propel his spike into Knockout's valve. Not even Smokescreen himself knew what had happened.
Knockout grinned wide, optics narrowing.
"I knew you'd grow to like it," He murmured, cringing as Smokescreen started slamming even harder into him. But the slight pain quickly turned into pleasure and Knockout moaned heavily, letting his helm fall back to rest on the ground, optics closed. His crotch screamed again and yet again with delight at him, and before Knockout knew it, he found himself begging for more. Smokescreen easily obliged, his hips working harder and faster. Overload raged at Knockout, threatening to get out with every thrust. Knockout arched his back and spread his legs anyway when Smokescreen's servos glided over his chest and aft. Perpetual moans were dragged out of him, shivers wracking his body. The red mech found it hard to even gasp when the Autobot began pulling off his armor. Knockout groaned, feeling awkward and vulnerable. But he decided he could live with it when Smokescreen bent down to taste his dark protoform, trailing his glossa up Knockout's chest. The Decepticon let out a contented purr, pulling Smokescreen closer to attack his neck cables with nips, licks, and kisses.
Knockout yelped as lubricants roared into his valve, and finally lost it. With a final scream, overload sprayed out of his valve, onto Smokescreen's stomach and his own abdominal plating. Smokescreen's overload was induced by Knockout's, and with a loud grunt, lubricant shot out of his spike in a forceful, steady hose. The liquid drenched them both, splattering onto the mine floor as well.
So quickly it happened. So quickly, they lost themselves in one another. Autobot and Decepticon boundaries crumbled, and the two found themselves with their spark chambers open. Knockout's breath left him when he saw Smokescreen's brilliant blue and white spark, pulsing with light. It was beautiful, radiating all of his personality, and seemed to outshine his spark chamber. The saying was true; a picture can be worth a thousand words.
Smokescreen blinked at Knockout's spark, crimson and pitch-black. Even though they were dark, evil inducing colors, he made it look good…and seductive. Those red energon lines streaked across its dark but shiny surface made him shiver. Knockout looked up when he felt Smokescreen's spike against his valve again. It was an erection without Smokescreen's permission, a raw instinct from stimulation. Knockout chuckled darkly. "Am I really that arousing to you?" He leered. Smokescreen sighed, spark already moving forward. "Like no other mech has," He responded simply. Knockout was silent, then moving his spark forward as well. The sparks were two bright lights in a comparably dim place, and shadows formed quite readily on their metal. And before their optics, their sparks conjoined, even more light flaring up.
The red mech's breath was knocked out of him heavily as he began to shiver. Pleasure, PLEASURE like nothing before! It took over him in waves, each one more powerful and terrific than the last. The Decepticon let out a long yell, clutching at Smokescreen hard enough to make the metal underneath his claws begin to dent. Smokescreen was enduring something similar, and he was breathless, optics wide as he absorbed what seemed like shock waves to him. Every single circuit in his body vibrated with delight, and his frame almost gave out, coming close to collapsing onto Knockout. He felt like the power was being drained out of him, it felt so impossibly GOOD…
Smokescreen gave a frustrated grunt and kissed Knockout, lips moving against the other mech's hungrily. His glossa intertwined with Knockout's, a hot dance breaking out between the 2. Soft moans escaped both of them, pleasure filling them like an overflowing energon cube. Everything happy, laughing, sensual, and fun surged in them both.
Finally, the sparkbond was completed. It was then that the two mechs snapped out of their spell.
Only until they were bonded with each other was it that they regained their senses. They froze in shock at their positions. Smokescreen on top of Knockout, back arching inward and face parallel to Knockout's. One of his servos gripped Knockout's shoulder firmly while the other was at the red mech's hip. Both his legs were spread over Knockout's, spike still erect. Most of his protoform was showing. Knockout, however, was on his back, legs stretched out in front of him. Both his servos were on Smokescreen's headlights. He didn't realize he was arching his back and holding his breath until now. Both of them had their spark chambers wide open, revealing very different sparks. Several beats of silence passed before Smokescreen scrambled off Knockout hastily. He stuttered, optics wide with horror at what he'd done. The Autobot mech looked down at himself, a blush creeping onto his faceplates as he saw his fully bared chest and crotch. Unexpectedly, he felt a small surge of uncertain amusement. Then he slowly realized it was Knockout's emotions he was feeling. Their sparkbond let them sense each other's feelings in real time.
Knockout looked as shocked as he felt, jaw parted and red optics open wide. Yet as he felt Smokescreen's horror and surprise creep into his own feelings, he couldn't help but to laugh at it. He was still a bit edgy, though, so it was more half-hearted than anything else.
"Was that an accident?" He murmured quietly, more to himself than to Smokescreen. Smokescreen didn't even answer, deeply embarrassed from his armorless state and still disgusted with himself for sparkbonding with a DECEPTICON, of all things… Clicking his interface panel closed and closing his spark chamber again, he ran past Knockout to scoop up his armor. Quickly, he put it back on, faceplates flushed in humiliation. Glancing back at his newly appointed sparkmate, he shook his head, optics filled with mortification.
"Never again am I going near you," He whispered hoarsely. Knockout blinked, and then his face grew serious.
"Smokescreen, you do realize we're sparkbonded. It will be impossible to forget. Oh, and by the way, I'm sparked," Knockout stated grimly.
The red mech's words hit Smokescreen like a ton of bricks. He had just sparked Knockout. SPARKED HIM. What would this mean to his life? Would he be rejected by his teammates, now? Would he be forced to leave the Autobots, and either join the Decepticons or become a rogue? Many questions filled Smokescreen's mind. But he'd forgotten in his distress that Knockout was feeling Smokescreen's doubts and worries rise in him. It took the young Autobot by surprise when Knockout's arms slowly wrapped around Smokescreen's waist from behind, hugging him.
"Don't worry, now, Smokescreen. I'm sure it'll turn out alright. All we have to do is hide today's events from our leaders and avoid fighting each other," Knockout said sweetly, a note of rare sympathy in his voice. Smokescreen shoved rudely out of his sparkmate's arms, glaring fiendishly.
"I won't even look at you anymore." The Autobot rasped harshly before running away, dust kicked up from his pedes. Feeling injured, Knockout watched Smokescreen go. A deep sadness rose in him, and he wondered if it was his or Smokescreen's.
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