Chapter two: Suspicions

When he arrived on the Command Center, knockout was still trying to figure out what he'd walk on when he passed Savage's quarters earlier. It had sounded like he was being fragged senseless, but... He had also heard something else amidst the mech's cries or pleasure. A deep, rumbling voice, barely audible, like the mech producing the sound didn't wanted anyone else but Savage to hear him. But he had heard it. That voice... It had sent shivers right through his spark. He couldn't put a digit on why, but he had been chilled to his spark by this voice. There had just been... something in that other voice that had made him freeze and feel cold and terrified at the same time.

Knockout was what humans would call a 'sensitive', or a medium. He never broadcasted this information, and never told anyone but his best friend about it. Not even Megatron knew... He didn't wanted to be labeled as freak because of this gift he was created with. A glitch of the spark, some would say it was. A gift from Primus, others would, but for the majority, it would more likely be called a freakish trait. or even a curse from Unicron Himself. He, on his part, had never tried to work with it, but he did had to learn to control it so he won't have random... flashes... at the worst of times.

That voice, that presence he felt had made his 'gift' tingle with alarm and blare out a red alert in his head. This thing he felt was utterly /evil/ and it had been fragging Savage... And Megatron had to know, somehow, that his little brother was in very, very deep trouble. Said mech was standing at the front of the Command Deck with his hands clasped behind his back, posture stiff and apparently reviewing datas on the main Computer. Knockout gulped. how would he breach /this/ to Megatron? 'Excuse me Sir, but I'm a medium, and I felt your brother was being fragged by an evil entity in his room when I passed by'? No that wouldn't do. At best Megatron would beat the slag out of him for pulling a stupid joke on him, and at worst... Well, knockout preferred not to think of the worst. gathering his courage, he walked up to Megatron, deciding that a half-truth was better than the bare and complete truth that wouldn't be believed, at this point.

"Megatron Sir? may I speak to you a moment in private?" he asked, keeping his voice cool and neutral.

Megatron turned to face him, and tilted his head. He looked him up and down for a moment, then motioned for him to follow him to his office. When they were inside he closed the door, and asked. "What is it you wish to talk to me about Knockout? I am quite a busy mech."

"It is about your younger brother, Sir. I think he is in deep trouble. I...didn't meant to, but I overheard something when I passed his room. He was being... fragged by someone, but that other mech sounded... well, weird. Not like one of your men, or a Vehicon, or Eradicon." He blurted out as fast as he could without sounding too stupid, and observed Megatron for a reaction.

Megatron stroked his chin as he listened to the medic. "Well, you could probably rule out Dreadwing."

Knockout knew it wasn't Dreadwing, the mech only saw Savage as a student and nothing else.

"You were most likely hearing him with Hardshell." Megatron put in.

knockout's jaw clinched, he knew what an Insecticon in the throes of passion sounded like as he had the fortunately pleasure of seeing and hearing two Insecticons going at it. It sounded like two wild animals in heat. No what he heard and /felt/ was something else entirely... Something evil.

"I have my doubts that he was being fragged by Hardshell, sir." Knockout replied crossing his arms.

"Whoever Savage is sleeping with is his business, no need to worry yourself over it. Was there anything else you wished to speak to me about?"

Knockout wanted to tell him about his 'gift' but he decided against it. Megatron wouldn't believe him without solid proof, and he had none to offer at the moment. So he settled for waiting until the right moment to reveal his gift, and probably save Savage a lot of trouble. He was certain the small seeker was deep in a mess he could not drag himself out alone.

"No, sir." he finally said, his posture stiff and voice neutral.

"Very well, you can go."

Knockot sighed inwardly then gave Megatron a small bow of his head before leaving.

Once Knockout was gone, the Decepticon Lord turned to Soundwave whom had been hiding in the shadows. "I want you to keep an optic on Savage. Report back to me if you find anything strange."

Soundwave nodded once before leaving as well.

Knockout was walking through the hallways toward the medbay when suddenly, a wave of cold rushed through the empty hallway and made him shiver to the spark. It was as if the coldness of space had suddenly invaded the ship and was swirling around him, making his plating cover in a thin layer of frost and spark beat faster. The same presence he felt earlier in Savage's room was there... and this time it was here for him...

"Who... Who's there! Show yourself!" he said, his denta clicking together as he fought the spark-deep cold. Fear was almost chocking him...

A deep, rumbling chuckle seemed to come from everywhere around him, and two bright golden Optics appeared in front of him, forming of the very wind that was blowing around him. "You can feel my presence. You know I am here while I do not wish to be discovered, little mech. Therefore, you are a nuisance..."

Knockout was backed to the wall, hugging himself to fight off the cold permeating him and encasing in a tomb of ice slowly. He shivered so hard his plating was rattling, and his red optics dimed to almost burgundy shade. he felt like he would pass out, and the evil entity just laughed at his demise... until another presence made itself known and a voice called out with clear fear, worry and anger.

"No! Let him go! You are here for me, not anyone else!" Savage cried out as he ran towards Knockout, apparently quite aware of what was going on.

The red mech was barely conscious already but when Savage appeared, the dark presence seemed to loos interest in him partly and some of the cold left him, and he could regain some awareness. Savage was... helping him, and he knew what this thing was, obviously. The voice spoke again, this time velvety smooth and almost purring.

"Ha my pet, but I can't let anyone meddle with my game here. Even less a lowly /Medium/ that barely even control his own power... I need to get rid of him... now!"

And the cold intensified tenfold around Knockout, chocking him, ice clogging his intakes, freezing his lines, his processor, his very spark. he was about to die... Barely heard when Savage screamed something again, seeming to beg... and then he lost consciousness.

"Please, my lord. Spare him, he is no threat to you." Savage begged when Knockout lost consciousness.

"He can sence my presence here that alone is a threat!" Unicron growled warningly.

Savage shivered but continued. "I can convince him to keep your presence here a secret. Kill him and others will become suspicious."

Unicron was silent as he thought about what his pet had told him. The wind swirled in an almost thoughtful way for a moment, quieter, and then a few moments later he materialized a few feet in front of the flyer, imposing, larger than life, intimidating by his mere presence as ever. Savage swallowed nervously as Unicron approached him, backing the smaller mech into the nearest wall. He felt trapped like a mouse in a mousetrap...

"You are a bold one, my pet. Very well, I will spare him but should he talk, I will rip him limb from limb while you watch. And make it as painful and as long as possible..." Unicron snarled, voice dripping with venom and darkness.

Savage flinched at is words. "I understand, master."

"Good, now face the wall and open your rear panel." His master ordered in a lusting purr.

Savage looked at the unconscious form of Knockout for a moment, uncomfortable. What if he woke up and saw? What would he think? If he was a Medium like Unicron said then he could see what his master was really... He gulped nervously, coldness settling in his spark, before turning around and faced the wall an opened his rear panel.

He was then pinned to the wall by Unicron's massive bulk. He let out a gasp of pain and pleasure as his master buried himself within his rear port.

He was so thick, so huge, so overwhelming... he was filling him not only physically, but also filling his spark and mind at the same time with his darkness. He cried out in both bliss and anguish, torn and sent through the now familiar maze that ultimately would lead him to madness. he moaned and rocked his hips back into the thrusts, feeling his port stretched to its limits. Ho was so damned... Primus had forsaken him, and Unicron was his God now, and forever...

On the floor, Knockout shuddered, let out a tiny moan, and his optics lit dimly. He was hearing weird noises, moans, clanking and pounding of hard metal against metal. Someone sounding so anguished yet so blissful it was painful to hear. He managed to focussed his sight on the scene in front of him and wished he had stayed unconscious, he was wracked by a painful jolt of terror at what he saw.

'Unicron...' he thought, and shivered at the mere thought. 'Its unicron! It... He... Ho Primus! Savage... He's with... Ho Primus no!' he almost fried a processor at this, optics going wide and frame getting still as a rock.

'What's the matter, /medium/? Can't handle the truth?' A deeply evil, amused voice whispered in his mind, making him jerk. The it turned cold, demonic, totally terrifying when it added. 'Breath one word about what you saw and who I am and I swear that your death will be remembered until the end of Times. Your pain shall bring nightmares to the most degraded, vicious spark that exists.'

Knockout was struck speechless for a long time, spark frozen with fear. He could still hear Savage's moans of pleasure and anguish, and the pounding Unicron was giving his rear port, but those images were replaced by a very vivid scene of what the Devil intended to do to him should he ever told a soul. He almost fainted right back...

Unicron continued to ravage his slave, he bit down on his shoulder drawing blood, which caused Savage to cry out softly in pain. It seemed to drag out forever, and Savage could hardly take it anymore. he knew he was bleeding, and the pain and pleasure were almost too much to handle.

"Never forget who you serve. Primus, my Brother, has forsaken you. I am your only salvation now." He growled into his shoulder.

"I understand, my lord..." He gasped in pain when his masters claws sank into his hips as he overloaded.

Savage sank his claws into the wall in front of him as he overloaded as well. He felt sick to his tanks and his spark surged. Knockout managed to stay conscious despite the suffocating power of the dark lord. He felt... something from Savage. Another presence... Inside the smaller seeker. In his spark casing... His optics widened in shock.

Very slowly, Unicron's presences vanished he watched a large puff of light purple smoke floated closer to Savage, it seemed to melt into his plating and vanish all together.

'Savage... What have you done?' He wondered.

Savage could feel the twin sparklings he was carrying flaring against his own spark. Spawns of Unicron... they would probably kill him when they were born anyway. he was dead mech walking. This pregnancy would probably not be anything normal. What was he going to do when he couldn't hide it anymore?... he whimpered in fear and pain and slid down the wall, curling in a ball.

"I'm dead... I'll be dead soon anyway... I'm cursed... What have I done?..." He whispered, more to himself then for Knockout.

Knockout narrowed his optics, when they overloaded, he'd felt it. Two more presences, not quite s evil as Unicron, and far younger. Inside of Savage... Inside his spark casing. Then he understood what that meant and his optics widened in shock.

"Ho Savage... what have you done?" he groaned and pulled himself to his pedes almost hearing Unicron,s warning yet again in his dead. No, he wouldn't breath a word, but he could still help Savage through this.

Savage felt the mech kneel beside him and felt a hand on his shoulder. He slowly looked up at the medic, and his red optics were dull and dim, devoid of anything but pain and anguish. Knockout smiled at him, and squeezed his shoulder in a friendly manner. "Let's go to the medbay. I'll run a scan on you to see if you're fine. You can trust me to keep this all secret, but... Megatron is bound to discover something sooner or later."

he helped Savage up and the mech followed him almost in a trance, barely even conscious of where they were going.

Unknown to them, from the other end of the hallway, a blank face screen had been watching them, and retreated when the mechs disappeared in the medical bay. Soundwave had to report this all to megatron, and right now...

Unicron hadn't been aware of the third mech until he turned to leave.

'I was careless. Megatron must not know about this.' Unicron thought.

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"'Savage, stop the faceless mech. If Megatron were to find out about this, it will put the young ones in danger.'" Unicron said in the fliers mind.

Savage paused mid step, optics flashing purple for a split second. His sudden stopping caught Knockout attention.

"Is something wrong, Savage?" He asked.

"I'm fine, I'll meet you in the med bay. There's something I have to do."

Knockout watched the poor mech walk off, spark going out to the con.

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Soundwave was silently making his way down the hall toward the command center. He paused when the hall he was walking in became colder then it normally was.

He looked over his shoulder and saw Savage walking down the hall. But something was off about the flier, before he could ponder more, a powerful force came out of nowhere and pinned him to the wall.

"So, you are the so called eyes and ears of the Decepticons?" Savage said, but it wasn't his voice.

the last thing he saw was a pair of purple optics then darkness...

-TBC-