Hi again! Well, I guess this means that Angst muse is back. Like, more than back. She is now running the show...well, I guess that's good for the story! Here we finally get to see what Breakdown and Bulkhead's past is (at least, in my mind), as well as some more tender luvin's by KOxBD. YEAH!
Also, I just wanna clarify something, that may be bothering someppl, i just know that it bothers me when authors use their different time measurements and don't clarify. I like to think that mine are pretty self explanatory, but here is the key just for reference.
solar cycle = day
stellar cycle/vorn = 1 year
work cycle = 9am-5pm workshift
hope that clarifies!
ALSO! There is a mention of two named non-cannon characters, but they are not OC's and last for about two scenes, so OC haters rejoice!
Okay, on with the story!
Breakdown looked down at his lover. While the red sports car was lost in the realm of recharge, Breakdown couldn't rest, even though he felt like he had been to the Pit and back both emotionally and physically. His chassis still ached from the prolonged effects of having his pain receptors turned off, and his CPU was spinning in a whirlwind of concern for his partner.
Knock Out, his Knock Out, had been damaged in fight with the Autobot femme and scout, while he had been off fighting that idiot Bulkhead…
Breakdown sighed. Bulkhead and Breakdown's past was a horribly embarrassing one, in Breakdown's opinion. If anyone found out, especially Starscream who had witnessed his hesitance to destroy his function-long enemy, he would not only be the laughing stock of the Decepticon army, but his lover would no doubt treat him differently.
Breakdown and Bulkhead were brothers. No, not twins, or else neither would be able to fight the other without being brought down with the pain of their other half. Yet that wasn't the embarrassing part; Breakdown was younger than Bulkhead by one vorn. Breakdown was the baby of the family and hated that he couldn't best his older brother. No, they were just brothers, but their hatred went farther than some stupid sibling rivalry; Breakdown was the reason they were orphans.
Collision and Deadbeat were the perfect creators; to Bulkhead. They hadn't expected to have another child, and by the time they found out, it was too late for abortion. They only had the supplies, and the energy, to care for one creation. Bulkhead was always the center of attention, never went hungry, and even miniscule accomplishments were met with the utmost adoration and praise. The lack of caring and attention led Breakdown to resort to destruction to get any attention at all, regardless of it being negative. Breakdown then realized that he wasn't going to get any care from his creators, leaving him no choice but to grow up on his own.
He had no one to teach him were the good and bad parts of town were, no one to chase away nightmares, no one to teach him how to be a good Cybertronian. Breakdown had nothing. Nothing, that is, until the Wreckers noticed his brute strength and power. The Wreckers were an elite group of mechs who were responsible for maintaining the more elegant parts of Cybertron, like the Towers in Iacon, and the Crystal Gardens in Praxus. Thinking that his parents would finally be proud of him (after all, he was going to be working with Cybertron's nobility) Breakdown ran to his creators, carrying the news, only to be met with complete and utter dismissal. Collision called it a "Job for the stupid brutes who do nothing but destroy things," and Deadbeat chimed in "The money you make there won't do you any good at all. The pay is cheap, all for the nobles to do nothing more than laugh at you."
Breakdown had never felt more anguish in his life.
As a result, he learned to solve problems by pure force, and not thinking things through before hand. So when Bulkhead got accepted into the Wreckers, and his parents congratulated him on it, Breakdown snapped.
As soon as Breakdown was alone in his house with his creator, he put his talents of mass destruction to use. Sneaking up on Deadbeat, Breakdown changed his servos into his (not yet well-known) silver hammers, and dealt a crushing blow to his creator's helm. The satisfying crunch of metal under his attack filled Breakdown with a bloodlust that he hadn't felt before.
But the damage wasn't fatal. Whirling around, Deadbeat lunged at his attacker before he realized that it was his own sparkling.
"What is wrong with you? Don't you know that you could have killed me?" Deadbeat furiously roared into Breakdown's audios. But Breakdown wasn't having any of it. The blue youngling flipped them over, using his little used brute strength, and proceeded to pound his creator's face in. Hot energon sprayed onto his chassis, the tangy smell of heated metal clouding Breakdown's judgment.
Suddenly, the door to their tiny apartment was thrown open by Collision, who had felt the pain through her bond with her partner. Rushing over to the fallen mech, Collision crouched over her mate, who was rapidly loosing energon from the snapped and busted fuel lines in his neck.
"Why would you do this?" she shrieked at Breakdown, who was, at this point, only focused on one thing; make them hurt as much physically as I do mentally.
A bloodthirsty cry rang out in the air, coupled with the shattering of glass and denting of metal as Collision's faceplates gave away under the force of Breakdown's hammer. With her mate losing energon rapidly, and her own chassis in such a weak state, Collision knew that this was the end. Her fate was sealed due to the pure unadulterated rage she saw in her youngling's optics.
Rigidly standing over his creator's graying bodies, Breakdown felt numbness flow through him. It wasn't supposed to go that far. Just, teach them a lesson. That I'm not one to be messed with, that I'm stronger than everyone gives me credit for. The shock swam through Breakdown's conscience, interrupted only by Bulkhead's entrance into the apartment.
"Wha…what…what did you do?" Bulkhead whispered in his shock. Turning around, Breakdown wasn't aware of the scene he presented to his brother. Stained with the energon of his creators, optics glinting in a blood thirsty glee, smirking full of self-confidence in his recent acts, the grayed frames of his creators laying in a pool of their own energon on the ground; Bulkhead almost crashed from the shock.
"I just did what they told me I could never do; accomplish something great!" Breakdown's optics brightened in their insane glow, smiling vengefully as he ended the sentence.
"You monster! They-" Bulkhead began.
"Never cared for me at all!" Breakdown yelled back. "They only had optics for you! They didn't care about anything that I did; any accomplishments, anything that I held near to my spark! I was accepted into the Wreckers, and they didn't give me the time of day! But you, their golden child, got accepted, and suddenly it was the equivalent of being chosen for slagging Prime!"
"I'm surprised that you have a spark at all! You murdered our parents! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!" Bulkhead screamed back. "I WILL NEVER, EVER, EVER, LET THIS GO!"
With that, Bulkhead called the local Enforcers. Rushing through the door, they grabbed the energon-covered youngling, and carried him out, screaming and dealing punches and kicks, of the apartment.
"YOU THINK THAT I'LL FORGIVE YOU? WITHOUT YOU, THEY MIGHT HAVE LOVED ME!" Breakdown screamed, his vocalizer dissolving into static at the end of the sentence.
Breakdown ended up sitting in the stockades for the next five stellar cycles, until the Decepticons conquered the Neutral area that the stockades were located in. Staying in the stockades for so long had hardened him into a seemingly sparkles brute, focused only on his strength.
After the Decepticons destroyed the stockades, Breakdown crawled his way through the wreckage, until the whine of Seekers engines filled the air. Null rays scorched the air around the blue mech, and the warlord himself landed in front of the mech.
Circling him, like a wolf does in appreciation of a potential meal, Megatron watched Breakdown's movements and responses to his occasional advances. His defense was amazing, and though offense could use some work, he decided that Breakdown was worth the wait.
"You seem like a good candidate for my army. I enjoy the chance to see a frontliner like you, able to hurt more than those...useless…seekers," Megatron rumbled to Breakdown.
"What makes you think that I would join you?" Breakdown questioned.
Megatron chuckled darkly. "Can you really afford not to? Either you join my side, or you die…it's really not that difficult…"
Breakdown didn't have anything to lose, except his life. Deciding to actually think for once, Breakdown agreed. He had been working for the Decepticons for only a few megacycles, before he was called out to his first battle. His orders were simple; protect the seekers from the Autobot's cannons by damaging them, preferably destroying the 'Bot's inside.
Charging forward, Breakdown followed the masses, until the cannons fell into view. Jumping ahead of the rest of them, his hammers came out and attempted to smash until his blow was ricocheted off of something. Dazed, Breakdown looked around. Nothing had been able to stop a blow from his hammers before…nothing, that is, except…
"Bulkhead…" growled Breakdown.
"Miss me?" Bulkhead snapped back. His shielded fists glowed bright with the hatred for his younger brother.
Their optics met, icy blue against smoldering gold, and their fists clashed again. Rushing at each other again and again, the brothers charged at the other, changing directions and angles, each trying to land a blow on the chassis of their most hated enemy. Unbeknownst to the warriors, Megatron watched appreciatively from the bridge of The Nemisis.
The passion he shows for trying to destroy that Autobot…maybe it would be good to keep him around, just for motivation for the young frontliner. Yes, Breakdown needs more motivation to stay at my side…and that Autobot seems to be the key. But first, that green fool must be kept alive.
Exhausted beyond comprehension, condensation dripping off their chassis, the brothers prepared to attack again, when the unmistakable baritone of the gunmetal grey warlord sounded the retreat. Smirking to himself, Breakdown pulled away from his brother, transforming and driving up to the Nemisis.
For a long time, the only thing keeping him tethered to the Decepticon side was his hatred for his brother. That all changed when he met Knock Out.
Something about the extravagant sports car drew him in. He had been working to get closer to the medic; regardless of his earlier learned lessons that force brought you what you wanted, Breakdown felt that caution would be the best approach to deal with his feelings for the CMO.
And work they did. Shifting of the mech in his arms brought Breakdown out of his reverie. With a low moan, KO angled his helm to fit in the junction of Breakdown's neck and shoulder. Snuggling in closer, Knock Out finally sighed in contentment, before onlining briefly.
"Couldn't recharge?" His lover's voice was husky with sleep, making the deep register of his voice seem even deeper.
"Something like that…"Breakdown whispered, purposely leaving out his reminiscing of his and Bulkhead's past.
Growing concerned, the sports car brought a servo up to cradle the bigger mech's face in his hand. Nuzzling closer, Breakdown relished in the contact, something he thought would only be possible in his recharge fluxes.
"You know that you can tell me anything…right?" A flash of fear glowed in the ruby red optics; Breakdown assumed that KO thought that he was worried about them.
How can he possibly think that? We are perfect together…there I go again, sounding like a whimpy femme.
Leaning down, Breakdown pressed his lips against the pursed frown on his lovers face. Coaxing the mech into a kiss, Breakdown pulled his medic closer to him, deepening the kiss just before pulling away, barely, to whisper, "It has nothing to do with you, babe. I'm just a little preoccupied with the events of today…or, I guess yesterday, by now," checking his internal chronometer, which read 12:30 am, Breakdown amended his statement. "But never doubt us. I never will, and I want you to follow suit."
Barely breathing for fear of breaking the spell cast over the two of them, Knock Out slowly nodded his assent, before reaching upwards to continue the kiss. Moaning low in his throat, Breakdown had to remind himself to take it slow, for Knock Out's sake, lest all these stellar cycles of work go to waste.
Wrapping the medic in his arms, Breakdown slowly rolled onto his back, pulling the medic on top of him. Knock Out stiffened in surprise, but by slowly massaging the small of the red mech's back, Breakdown calmed his lover. So perfect, Breakdown thought as he lost himself in the taste of his medic.
A few rounds of making out later, the light from the Earth's sun flooded the room, casting an ethereal glow upon the cherry red sports car. Faceplates lightly stained pink with heated energon, optics slanted in a daze of pleasure; Breakdown was sure that there was nothing on this planet that looked as beautiful, as tempting, as the mech before him.
Looking up at his lover, Knock Out finally said, "You should get some recharge. I have a feeling that you are going to be busy today. I can cover for you in the work cycle, since we now have nothing to do; unless a bunch of Vehicon's, or Starscream, get themselves slagged today, we should have a slow work cycle."
Starting at the concern from his lover for his well being, Breakdown replied, "It's no trouble. I've worked full shifts with less recharge than this…"
"Please Breakdown," his lover pleaded, "just…just give me this peace of mind? That you're resting and okay? I just…don't wanna go through yesterday all over again."
Reaching forward and cradling the scarlet mech's helm in his hands, Breakdown finally acquiesced, "Okay, doc. Whatever you want."
Faintly smiling, Knock Out granted Breakdown one more chaste kiss before untangling himself from his lover and stretching before walking out the door. Little did Breakdown know that Knock Out was going to be in for one pit of a day today; not only did some serious research need to be done, but a certain seeker was going to extract some serious revenge. And little did Knock Out know that Breakdown may not get there in time to save him.
Well...that's the crappiest ending that I've ever written. I hope that this kinda fills in some blanks. A warning for the next chapter; explicit mentions of certain things...I don't wanna give too much away, but I also want to just warn you that the next chapter could be triggering for some people.
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