Quick update before Chirstmas! I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I cannot believe 2016 is almost over. It feels like 2015 was just yesterday, it's madness! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, faved and followed my stories. Hope you all enjoy!
Warning: Language and smut ;)
Bloodbloom didn't know what to expect when she returned to the warship, but was left relieved when she had heard Silas was fooled into believing he would have a place at the table, as he had said earlier, but Megatron had sent him to Knockout's table, a sealed fate that had him dragged away. She wished she could've seen it but Knockout had filled her in on the main goods about it. He was left in the cells for the time being until Knockout found a use of him, but until then she was grateful to have him out of the way.
Nothing was mentioned about her little encounter with the autobots and Silas must've not said much about it either. Good, she wanted to leave it like that. She told herself she needed to keep herself away from any autobot activity to avoid any awkward meet ups again. Their offer to her to join them has crossed her mind, but her thoughts would go right back to Knockout. He was the reason she stayed and she was now convinced of that. Whatever she felt for him was there and she didn't want to leave that behind. Maybe if she was to join the autobots, he would come as well? The thought of it felt silly to her, something she didn't think was possible. Despite all this, she ignored her doubts and continued life on the Nemesis. But one day she knew it'll come back to bite her, then she'll need to made a choice.
As for Nightwatch she wasn't sure what to do. It seemed her only option was to stay put and remain here for good. She knew how much she hated it here and the only thing that would keep her strong was Dreadwing. He was good to her, that Bloodbloom was glad for, and he made sure she had what she needed. The heavy work was dismissed, but the lighter work was something she was ordered to carry on by Megatron. He didn't want the femme to laze about, even though she was pregnant. She was there though to help her out and it seemed the two were finally making a connection. Nightwatch was more open to her and even shared some of her travel stories and difference planets she has been too. It was fascinating to listen to what else existed in this universe and to hear of aliens inhabiting them. However, Bloodbloom also knew she wasn't overly fond on being pregnant and this concerned her. But pressuring her or getting on her back about it wasn't going to solve anything either, so she just hoped she would adjust and eventually grow on it.
As the weeks go by life on the Nemesis seemed to settle a little more. Megatron was desperate to find the other Iacon relics before the autobots did and everyone was frantic to make sure this happened. As for herself and Knockout, it seemed ok. They carried on as their usual self though Knockout did show some distraction from his work and waved it off like it was nothing. At first she ignored it but it kept happening and she questioning about it until he had finally snapped and she found out why he was behaving like this.
Bloodbloom hummed lowly as she sorted out some data pads, casually swaying her hips in tone with the song that stuck her mind, harmlessly minding her own business while Knockout stood not far from her. His optics stared at her moving hips and growled quietly; clenching his dentures painfully together to hold any other sounds he wanted to make. It was hard for him to hold back his desires, feeling almost like it was a punishment she was giving him and he didn't think it was fair, that was what the voice told him that was.
He watched her carefully before she then leaned over the berth, her chest armour almost touching the surface. This was what finally made him crack. He slammed the tools he held onto the table, watching as she jumped a little out of surprise from his unexpected motion and saw he was coming towards her.
"K-knockout?" He grabbed her and pinned her against the wall closest to them, forcing a surprised gasped out of her before he roughly claimed her mouth with his, forcing his glossia in and dominating her right away.
Bloodbloom wasn't prepared for his behaviour and tried pushing against his chest to force him away but his grip on her only tightened as he pressed himself further into her, grinding his surprisingly quick heated cord piece against her waist. When he had finally broke the kiss both were panting heavily and staring into each other optics, foggy and filled with lust.
"I can't hold it back anymore," he almost sounded in pain, "I've tried but I can't anymore." He lifted one of her legs over his hip and used his other servo to move between them and unfasten himself from his cord piece. "I need you."
"W-ait Knock-!"
She wasn't given much of a chance to say much because he had latched himself onto her lips once more. Right away she felt his rod rise up between them and felt as he rutted against her almost savagely. His glossia invaded her mouth the moment she gasped and let out a throaty moan as soon as she felt herself quickly lean more into his touch. His ridged cable rubbed between them as he supported her and stroked her covered value with his other servo, coaxing her to open and she couldn't prevent the arousal that was building up through her.
"Please," he whispered against her lips, "please, Bloomy."
The pleasure was too much. She didn't want to think anymore, or care, so she gave in and allowed her panel to shift aside revealing her already soaked value for him to fill. He pressed her firmer against the wall and guided himself to her opening, rubbing the lube tip against the outer value before he slid into her depths. It was nothing like the first time.
Bloodbloom's helm tipped back against the wall letting out low hiss, not painfully, but from the unexpected pressure filling her core. Her legs were wrapped around Knockout's waist and she pulled him closer using them, flushing them together and feeling his cable fully settle inside.
"Fuck," she dug her servos into his shoulder pads making him groan under the contact. "Move, do something!"
He chuckled and leaned closer to her audio, licking it and moaning as he pulled back and thrust back into her. The first thrust of his waist earned him another gasp from her, the second was more of a wince, and the third was what set him off after she gripped him tighter and letting out grunts at each thrust.
His pace quickened and he didn't hold back. The sounds of their waists hitting together and moans filled the medic bay, Knockout's growls vibrated against her frame as she felt him thrust against her much harder than the last time. At first it was ok, and then it slowly turned a little uncomfortable for her as his ridged cable roughly rubbed and hit against her inner walls. It got a little too painful for her as she winced and screwed up her optics tightly and tried to get his attention again.
"K-knockout - - ah! W-ait - - stop!" She cried out the last words and Knockout stopped his motions.
"What?" He sounded irritated at first that he had to stop and didn't fully hear her.
"You're too rough…" She felt a tear fall from her optic and let out a hitched vent feeling hurt so suddenly. He now came to his senses and guilt pinned against his spark.
"Oh Primus, I'm sorry," he leaned his brow against hers and kissed her tenderly. "I'm a fragging idiot; I just couldn't contain myself." She didn't want to blame him and wanted to feel that erotic bliss like before.
"Just not so rough you fuck head," she snickered lightly calling him such a thing right in the middle of what they were doing. His only answer was a heated chuckle against her neck and proceeded with his movements, but this time going slow and letting her adjust to his girth properly.
He continued going at a steady pace and being careful to not lose himself again. She felt the pleasure building up once more and let out a soft moan that, making him smirk at her response.
"Is this better?" He murmured lowly. Both his servo were over her aft, supporting her against the wall and helping him to gain a better rhythm.
"Ah…y-yeah…better," she tried making her words right as she felt she couldn't think anymore.
Fluids pooled around their joined interfaces and on the flood beneath them as he now gave shallow deep thrusts against her with his cable barely leaving her core. She felt herself being dragged against the wall, her back scraping against it up and down as his thrusts slowly built up. Her heels dug into his aft, bringing him in more and he was now basically humping her with his cable.
After a moment's time she felt her overload then approaching and felt he was close too with his grunts and deep rhythm he was giving her. His face was against the hollo of her neck and nipped against her neck cables, letting out harsh pants and grunts as he held back until she reached her peek, and it wasn't long till that happened.
"Ahahah - -ah! Oh fuck! K-knockout, holy fuck!" She squeezed her legs tighter around him and let out a small cry that surely someone would've heard as she felt her overload wash over her frame sending shivers through her.
Knockout gave a couple more firm thrusts and stilled as he released his fluids deep in her heated core. His waist gave small jerks for a minute as he relished the feel of her milking his cable dry and groaned against her neck, both holding each other until their bliss passed.
"How was that, darling?" She felt his smirk and knew he was rather pleased.
She couldn't deny how she felt. Sure, first he got a little carried away but not long after it turned into something amazing. It was a feeling she got after their first time but it lingered much longer this time. She curiously wondered how the third would be. How would every other time be?
"Yeah…It was good," probably not the best answer but she could find better words that moment.
"Good? Don't you mean remarkable?" She snorted lightly.
"Don't praise yourself,"
"You wound me, Bloomy."
"And yet you can't resist," she claimed his lips with her own and felt him smirk against her.
"Neither can you."
Deep down she knew she won't be able to resist him anymore. After that moment she felt they'll seek each other's pleasure regularly. She tried to avoid going down that path not wanting to let him have his way or use her, but now she felt like she won't be able to resist him. Part of her hated it and the other desired it. The fear of getting pregnant was a concern but he was right when he said he wasn't sure if she could or not since she was turned into a machine as an organic. It's not that she didn't like kids, the thought just scared her, and it only made her even more confused about her feelings for him and his for her, not knowing if he was just seeking pleasure or if he actually cares in that way about her.
Megatron had requested Bloodbloom to the front deck of the warship which was strange. Knockout said it might be a good thing, that's she's earned his trust and he made it sound like a good thing. Knockout did mention to keep it like that because it'll benefit her.
Without question to her leader she met up with him. As she arrived she was greeted with Megatron's vile smile that made whatever parts that existed inside her twist in disgust. She really didn't like him and didn't want to be alone with him, but stayed cool and went alone with it.
"Ah, Bloodbloom, come! You'll be at my side today. Since you succeeded in retrieving a relic I wish for you to be part of this." She would be lying if she didn't feel a bit smug about it, but still didn't like the idea of being in his presents all day.
"Thanks, Lord Megatron. I appreciate it." She said rather coy about it.
"Soundwave has been busy in locating the remaining relics for us," she couldn't help but pull a face at the mention of him.
'The guy is so fucking creepy, can't believe I was forced to kiss that.' Remember those events and knowing he had secrets on her she had to keep on his good side. Hopefully he won't blackmail her again for another. Since then he hasn't bothered her so she just left it at that.
The silent mech then revealed what he had found to his leader.
"You have decoded the next Iacon coordinates? Excellent, Soundwave! Then it is time to beta test our decoy."
Why did she have a bad feeling about this?
The warship hovered over the given location and Megatron lead Bloodbloom off ship and on land, something he's never done before. Vehicon's and Insecticon's were given orders to remove the rubble of that were in the way as he waited for them to find what he desired. The two remained quiet until he broke the silence.
"So, it would seem you and Knockout has formed some sort of attachment. I never knew the medic had a soft spot."
'Was this why you wanted me here?' She fought the urge to roll her optics.
"Yeah, I suppose we're friends, he has taught me a lot and I have a lot to thank him for." He had to nerve to laugh at her.
"Sounds very touching," she didn't want to reply back to that and he seemed to not care. "Now that Nightwatch is expecting Dreadwing's spawn, I wonder how long until we expect one from you."
'How dare that fucker?' She didn't want to show her anger towards him knowing the outcome might not go well for her.
"I wouldn't say anytime soon," there was no way she was going to spill anything about their relationship to the warlord. He had no right of knowing what went on between them.
"I'm not oblivious to your attentions to one another, even a malfunctioned processor vehicon could see there is something going on."
Was it really that obvious? She wanted to hit herself for making it look like that for praying optics to watch. Had Soundwave told him something possibly? It took her a moment to realize she hadn't said anything to respond and shuffled nervously in her spot. She had to remain calm.
"Forgive me, Lord Megatron, but I don't feel comfortable talking about this. May we please focus on the Iacon relic?" She really wanted to scream at him, lash at his face like she had done the first time and rip his apart. She hated him, more and more every day. At first she didn't know what to expect as his response to her and she got it when he chuckled cruelly at her.
"I never thought you to be the shy type, Bloodbloom. I don't care if you spread your thighs for the medic or for anyone, I just expect you to follow your duty for our cause."
That got her to shut up, but mostly to prevent herself from saying anything that could get her killed. All emotions drained from her face and fought to control them, refusing to show any kind of weakness to him. She wasn't weak and she won't let him see that he had all the power.
"Lord Megatron!"
A vehicon had called out to inform they had located something.
"I certainly hope that our new acquisition is of decepticon origin."
She couldn't care less. All she wanted to do that moment was return to the ship and away from him. But followed slowly behind him as they approached
"It cannot be…"
She glanced at him and was rather surprised to see how horrified he looked. Looking ahead again she noticed as the remaining rubble was removed and a large blade imbedded into the mountain.
"What is it?" She couldn't help but asked, though he didn't really give her the right answer.
"Power of this magnitude must never be allowed to fall into the hands of Optimus Prime, no matter what."
Whatever it was, it was powerful, and Megatron feared for it being in the wrong hands. Secretly, she hoped Optimus Prime would get it, just for spite against Megatron.
There! I could've gone for much for this time but I wanted to get an update done before Christmas and I wasn't going to have any time to work on this tomorrow. Hope you all liked and thanks so much for reading. Ideas are always welcome and don't forget to review. See ya later in 2017!