Knockout looked at his paint in the mirror. He wasn't vain, he was just himself. He was musing on a new look. He felt like going blue for a cycle or two. Breakdown had freaked on his color choice. He had to admit, he loved being called "red", even more during sex, when Breakdown would purr it into his ear. Though, it had been a few months since he laid down for sex. He wondered how long would Breakdown wait for him before he moved on.

Starscream: your not going blue are you?
Knockout: sadly…breaky said no…killjoy…
Starscream: breaky? Wait..never mind..I really don't want to know..
Knockout: your just as gay as me, screamy, I'm just loud as fuck
Starscream: sadly…
Knockout: sadly? Oh come on, fag ratchet. He's gay too
Starscream: he is?
Knockout: my gaydar is never wrong
Starscream: hmm…Optimus?
Knockout: straight as an arrow
Starscream: dam

Knockout turned to him and laughed. Starscream wanted to be mad at the laugh but it was warm and so utterly Knockout. He looked over at the paints Knockout was musing over. He would never understand why he just HAD to change himself. Breakdown didn't get it either and went over. He ran a hand down Knockout's hips, earning a soft moan.

Knockout: watch the paint…shesh…
Breakdown: hmm…I miss that…though..if your going to shed this hot sexy red paint…does it matter?
Knockout: sexy? Hot?
Breakdown: if I begged you to stay red..would you?
Knockout:..yes…

Breakdown smiled and kissed him. Knockout tensed but it felt so right in Breakdown's arms that he slipped into them for the first time in 3 months. Breakdown beamed and soaked in the feeling. Knockout started to tremble abit, he was so scared but he wanted Breakdown at the sametime. He felt the demons clawing at his mind as he clung tighter to Breakdown.

Breakdown: Knockout…it's okay…I'm not going anywhere..so…you don't have to cry…

Knockout brought a hand to his face. He never cried, he was too proud, too ice cold, he was sadist. he looked at the tears on his hand. When did he get so soft..?