Author's Notes- Hi here is chapter two- it is uncensored.

This fic will contain mutilation, gang and one-on-one rape, consensual slash, mental deterioration, gore and major character death- though scenes will be censored on this site, I advise reader discretion before following the link on my profile to the full version.

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Warnings for this chapter- Sexual themes, hinted violence and Transformer swearing.

Bold- Comm link.

Italics- Thoughts/memories/link speak.

Pairings- Starscream and Knock Out. Megatron and Starscream (non-con).

Disclaimer- I do not own Transformers or its characters.

Verse- Prime.

Units of Time: Astrosecond- 1 second, Klik- 1 minute, Cycle- 1 hour, Orn- 1 day, Decacycle- 1 week, Meta-cycle- 1 month, Solar cycle- 1 year, Vorn- 1 million years.

Unbetaed.

All mistakes are my own.

Hope you all enjoy it.


Chapter Two- A Leap and A Stumble

He had been a scientist then and, from the looks of his notes and some of his previous work, he believed a very good one. He lacked the spirit for it now, however, and most of his experiments lay unfinished in the back of his storage cupboard. Perhaps that was what had provoked Megatron so, that he had dared to question his decisions concerning science once too often…?

Starscream shrugged it off as he stalked through the halls of the Nemesis. It was another lifetime, one not worth thinking about. Crossing Soundwave in the hall, the Seeker didn't notice the TIC pause as he passed, the former gladiator turning at the strange flare in Starscream's energy field.

Soundwave faltered for a few moments, then carried silently on.

Starscream rounded the corner, pace remaining constant as his comm line was pinged by Knock Out, wanting to meet him for a general systems check. Venting loudly, the Seeker turned on his pede, back down the corridor he had come from towards the medbay. What could the medic possibly want? Starscream had been checked thoroughly- or, at least, as thoroughly as he allowed- on his return.

His replaced T-Cog was fine… That brought a temporary and rare genuine smile to his lip components, the skies having been much missed in his time away, and it had been blissful to return to them. He supposed it was what many mechs would compare an overload to… The happy expression dropped from his faceplates and a scowl grew in its place, remaining stubbornly until he reached Knock Out's domain.

Entering, Starscream bit back a hiss at the tentative touch from the medic's field, clearly intended to be unfelt by him. However, the flier was particularly sensitive to the energy fields of others, their mannerisms or lack thereof. Knock Out's was always more blatant than most, unless he was scared then it was locked down tight, but that brief contact had made both their fields all but sizzle.

The medic feigned innocence though and indicated to the waiting medical berth, field backing off slightly.

Rolling his optics theatrically, Starscream huffed and pulled himself up onto the soft metal, wings leaning back to rest on the cushioned surface. The Seeker idly wondered at the consideration, Knock Out generally put him in the berth nearest to servo whether complimentary to his wings or not, comfort never on the medic's processor in regards to others. The vain mech seemed to take great pleasure in making his 'patients' suffer now Starscream came to think of it, a melody of screams echoing out from the medbay after most battles.

And Knock Out wasn't always trying to save the mechs in his brutal care, his love of dissecting the still functional was well known.

Narrowing his optics suspiciously as Knock Out produced a scanner from his subspace; Starscream debated grabbing the medic's wrist and calling a halt to everything. The automobile wouldn't try anything foolish; he valued his plating too much, but…

He was fine! This was unnecessary!

'Now, now,' Knock Out murmured, a strange smile on his faceplates as he noticed the SIC's discomfort. 'Not scared are we Mein Commandant?'

Growling softly, keeping the image of Knock Out coated in another's fluid firmly out of his processor, the Seeker gestured in a swirling motion, 'get on with it… doctor.' He almost snarled, claws flexing on the cool medical berth.

The medic smirked, running the scanner up and down the Seeker's form, 'everything seems in working order.'

If Starscream didn't know better he would say Knock Out purred that statement. 'Knock Out,' more than a hint of warning slipped into his voice, servo flying up to tightly grip the vain mech's wrist. The automobile paused, expression coy as he met his superior's optics.

'Yes, Commander Starscream?' Knock Out held the flier's gaze, his field lightly brushing Starscream's in a questioning motion.

The Seeker flicked his own field back like a whiplash, pushing Knock Out's arm away from him and flopping back on the soft metal surface. Back off!

The medic grinned widely as he withdrew his field and his servo… slipped. The scanner beeped angrily, having been set to alert the vain mech to any anomalies or internal deformities in Starscream's frame. It hovered above the Seeker's interface array, only given minimal protection by the SIC's slim panel.

Starscream froze, frame stiffening and field turning ice-cold. Knock Out barely noticed, his optics riveted to the readout on the small screen. 'What… what the frag?' The CMO's ruby orbs flashed in what the Seeker could only assume was disgust.

Leaping to his pedes as rage stormed through his energon, the SIC's winged body shook, talons digging deep enough into his metallic palms to draw mech-blood; dripping to the sterilised floor with almost inaudible plinks.

Knock Out looked from his tool to Starscream and back again, 'w-what-'

The Seeker's energy field slammed out, stealing the medic's breath as Starscream advanced a few steps. Any trace of former amusement in the automobile faded, his spark constricting at the murderous intent in the winged mech's demeanour.

'Star-Starscream,' he choked, stumbling backwards and out of easy reach, servos rising defensively.

The Seeker paused, Megatron's speech of unity in their ranks echoing in his helm. If he scrapped Knock Out he would jeopardise his place, and it was still so very vulnerable, Megatron's pet never far from him, monitoring his every word and action. Any sign of dissidence could very well mean the destruction of his spark…

Venting heavily, the flier brought his field in tight to himself and took a step away from Knock Out, talons releasing the cruel puncturing clutch on some of the softest metal of his frame. This could not be settled with violence, not the kind Starscream felt like administering anyway.

'This… does not leave this room Knock Out, you hear me?' He glared at the sports car, his frame twisted away from the medic's gaze, the medical berth placed between them.

Knock Out slowly nodded his helm, talons piercing the scanner screen in a miniature shower of silver sparks.

Starscream turned on his pede, spark constricting, as he headed for the medbay doors. He'd been so careful, never allowing any medic to walk away knowing… knowing; he'd taken so many measures to keep it all secret, the reputation that had been developed around him being, in his opinion, too much just on its own, let alone if the real truth or some approximation of it came out.

And now he was relying on Knock Out of all mechs to keep his mouth shut.

But then… the medic had kept quiet about their little coup attempt. However, this time, it was only Starscream who would lose face. Most of what remained of the army didn't know, it having happened way back near the beginning of the war and the front of the Decepticons had much changed since then. If it got out among the drones now, he'd lose the very little respect he had rebuilt on ship. The fliers followed him, left no other choice now Dreadwing was gone, but the grounders, despite his rank, owed him all but nothing.

Wings twitching anxiously, Starscream exited the medbay, the doors sliding shut behind him with a mocking hiss, and wandered down the quiet corridors, heading for the sanctuary of his quarters.

Knock Out stood trembling, servo deeply embedded in his piece of equipment. He had never suspected that Starscream's field would be so powerful. It had sent thrills of fear-laced excitement through his entire frame, subdued his own energy without much effort. Of course, Starscream had been enraged at the time, adding strength to his field, fuel to the fire…

That overwhelming anger would probably make things difficult, even more so than they had been originally.

No one else had ever reacted so violently to him but he had been out of the game for a while. He'd had Breakdown and no other as his partner for many vorns, and the drones needed no courting. Knock Out sighed, his misjudgement would set his efforts back Primus knew how much. He had known Starscream would need some degree of subtlety but he had miscalculated catastrophically, basing too much on the flier's rumoured promiscuity and thinking he had only to make up for what he knew the winged mech viewed as his failings, his choice of alt mode and such.

Although… he had not had all the information required. Frowning at his mangled tool, Knock Out wondered what the slag had happened to the Seeker. The damage done to his interfacing array was devastating and quite likely irreparable. Though, maybe, with time and the right tools Knock Out could fix the Seeker, at least to some extent.

Perhaps.

Despite Starscream's higher than normal pitched voice, he was most certainly not a femme, so it was not as if the injuries were in anyway natural. Had he been sparked like it? Somehow Knock Out doubted it, it just didn't feel right. No, it most likely occurred sometime after Starscream's adult upgrade; that would explain the Seeker's aversion to touch from his peers, and how the SIC's systems had developed. If it had happened on sparking, the medic was sure Starscream's frame and internals would have grown differently, compensating for the loss not ignoring it.

Knock Out forced himself to move, to dispose of his tool.

As he imitated his usual swagger across his medbay, the CMO briefly contemplated the possibility of blackmail but quickly dismissed it. That would remove all the fun from the hunt and put a certain bitterness and venom into the proceedings that would be most undesired.

This was a setback, true, but not a fatal one. Knock Out was more than willing to be content with what Starscream could offer.

He had only to convince the Seeker to offer it.


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