Systems Rebooted, Energon levels at 44%, charging, need medical attention.
Your optics scanned the room. After fighting a group of Decepticons over an old energon mine, surely you knew you were on the Nemesis. One Autobot could only fight for so long by themselves.
"I've seen you've awoken." The mech pressed his digits against your shoulder. You tried to not make a sound, you didn't want to show weakness in front of Knockout.
He chuckled softly, "So you're a strong one? Tell me, why was a lonely femme scouting out a Decepticon energon mine by herself?"
You didn't say anything. You weren't going to say anything.
Knockout hummed as his servos faintly smoothed over your frame. "It was a poor choice." He poked at your helm, parts of it shattered. "A femme doesn't deserve that sort of treatment." He pursed his lips. "Especially on how few there are." He walked around the berth table, keeping an optic on your vitals. "You are a strong one," he smirked, "but everyone needs special care."
His words were fading in and out. Your helm was not in a good condition, but it could be worse. "Why? I am your enemy, you should be treating me that way."You said. No sound came from him. Your frame groaned as Knockout was now over you. His frame giving off a heat that made you warm up even more. All you could do was stare into his ruby optics, wondering. What was his plan now? Dissect you? Or...
No, your helm was too damaged to compute. Maybe you were in a worse condition after all.
"My dear, do not think I am being good to you. Out of the three femmes, you have caught my eye." Knockout said. What? This was not a Decepticon...
"After eons of fighting, you do know how it is to be alone? Just yourself and a weapon." His digits were running down your frame, your processor whirling. You haven't had another body over you in so long. "The need to fill a hunger that is long over due." He said.
You tried to push him off, the restraints from the table holding you back. No this wasn't the right way. Knockout raised an optic ridge, watching through your optics your inner turmoil. "Your helm seems to not be in the right place, hmm?" His frame getting closer to yours. "You don't have to fight it if you want." He looked over at a monitor, seeing as your frame was heating up.
You did want a partner, not just a fling. After you both were done you were going to become a prisoner. You did not want to just give way and then turned to a pile of slag. As an Autobot you had honor. Surely Knockout had some as well.
You could not however not return the sudden kiss from the Decepticon doctor. He made sure that everything was being touched. You wanted to cry, from this sudden action. Knockout was a decent looking mech no doubt because of his particular protection on his finish, but he was a Decepticon. If you were to ever return back to your comrades... you would not be able to look at any of them.
If he wasn't a Decepticon...
Well that would be a completely different situation then?
Knockout's servos went through the cracks in your armor, his sharp talons poking and prodding. Oh how they danced across your protoform ever so lightly. His helm went lower, his glossa leaving a trail down your neck cables.
All you could do was hold back, it would be giving him pleasure in knowing what exactly he was doing.
He stopped, lifting his helm above yours. Licking his lips with a very smug grin. "The doctor must close up." He said as he bent down lower. "Do not fret [Name], as a certified doctor, I make sure to visit patients daily." He swung over you, making sure to place his servos on your inner thighs, rubbing slowly as he got off. You tried to not make any facial movements, and once Knockout went through the door, your whole system sprung online. Fans trying to cool your core...the memory of exactly where you were touched. You whined, staring at the ceiling.
Stupid Knockout...he was only trying to get under your armor. Probably in more ways than one. Though, you wouldn't mind a second try.
Just exactly were you getting into?