Chapter 2
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Summary:
Xandred. A new medical assistant to non other than Knockout. The sadistic and insane medical mastermind. Well… slightly. Anyway, one day the youngling begins to receive gifts from an unknown romeo, with promises of love and pleasure. Who is this mystery mech? And why is the red medic all of a sudden so protective of the young one? Occ, fluff, molestation, self services, mechxmech, slash
Theme for the Story: Creeping up on you by Darren Hayes
Authors Notes:
I have to thank you all so much. Those reviews were very helpful and/or inspiring to me. Now, as we dive deeper into the romance and mystery of the story, I have to thank you for the reviews one last time!
Thanks for reading and enjoy the chapter. This chapter is mainly focused on the letter, how XAndred arrived to earth, the hint and Knockouts Pov
'Scanning the room, everything seemed to be in order. His smaller version berth. Well it was like a human bed. A large pillow, a black thin piece of metal as a sheet and a white cybertronian style blanket. A large desk and chair sat against the left of his room and a few data pads lay thrown on the surface. Oh and the black and white envelope on his berth with a human rose on it. Wait…. what?! Optics wide and spark stopping, the youngling raced over and looked down at the envelope in his hand. Only this time, the heart was slightly cracked down the middle. It was slowly unraveling! What would happen when it was broken and apart? Would the mech come for him? '
Staring down at the note in his servo, the youngling was at loss for words. This wasn't normal. Well it was never normal, but it wasn't how things usually played out for the young one. There would be one note per solar cycle… but a second one in the same cycle? That was weird. It reminded him of when he first arrived on the rock which was known as earth.
****Flashback****
" Energon levels are at 85% and dropping "
The nonchalant mechanical voice carried through the small escape pod. The familiar Decepticon symbol engraved proudly along the walls and in the center of the floor. Red lights flashed dangerously and several beeps could be heard from the computers and the several systems. " Scrap! I know that " a British accented voice complained as a mech typed furiously on the control panel. Optics narrowed from behind his visor.
" Energon levels now stand at 45% and systems shutting down "
The siren wailed and he gripped his helm. Not good. Looking around in slight fear, he pressed a distress signal before falling against the wall harshly, chair digging into his side harshly. Hissing, the youngling placed his hand on the wall and one on the floor and managed to move his side away from the cybertronian furniture before another shake rocked through the small pod and forced him to bang his helm against the wall.
" Energon levels are depleted and engines have failed "
Xandred, the mech, felt his spark sink at the words and clung onto the ground as the ship entered an unknown planets atmosphere and the pod began to heat up. Clenching his teeth, the youngling looked up at the ceiling and looked down to the floor. Glass shattered as the pod managed to get through the field and came crashing down to earth.
Optics wide and mouth propped open. The pod hit the ground in some kind of woodland. Sliding through the ground, it was like a giant sandworm in those games. Hitting a rock, the pod cracked in half and sent the medic flying out and onto the hard surface. The wind knocked out of him, the youngling pulled himself away from the wreckage and leaned against a tree. Pressing his head against the trunk, he jumped slightly when the pod burst into flames and the ground shook.
Optis flickering, he coughed. He didn't know how long it had been until a groundbridge opened up and out came a few drones and a cherry red mech. Staff in his hand, he looked around until his gaze landed on a clearly injured con. Raising an optic ridge, the medic smirked and walked over to him and knelt down. " Well well, a youngling…." he murmured and used his scanner on the youngling. " Systems are damaged, but fixable "
Said mech, which he was guessing was a medic motioned for a much larger navy blue mech to come forward. Optics becoming hard to keep onlined, Xandred could feel the mech pick him up and place him over his shoulder. Groaning, he was shocked at the last thing he saw before his optics offlined. The cherry red mech was looking at him, concern in his gaze. Hell even slight amusement. The mech was showing several emotions at once. Strange.
****End Of Flashback****
Chuckling softly he smiled to himself. When he did wake up from recharge, he had enough nerve to ask K.O about his look and the mech simply laughed. He told him about how he was slightly off his servo. Hell even Breakdown looked down to him and sighed when they were alone. Telling him about how the medic was a sadist. Now that made the youngling slightly scared of the mech, yet strangely drawn to him at the same time. Averting his attention back to the note, he sighed and opened the letter before reading over the new note;
' Dear my sweet Youngling.
It has come to my attention that I have missed out crucial part in my advances in letters. Now I hope you'll forgive me for my ignorance, so now why don't you sit down. Even though you have not seen my face or heard my voice in these, put the pieces together and soon you shall find out my identity. Now then, onto the poem; ( Poem belongs to Felicia Tursi at : ?id=593708 )
Obsessed with you,
I'm admitting it's true.
Obsessed with your laugh,
That's not even half.
Obsessed with your hugs,
You're my drug.
Obsessed with your love,
You're so from above.
Obsessed with your smile,
It makes this worthwhile.
Obsessed with your optics
Forget all the other guys.
Obsessed with your mind,
It makes me feel blind.
Obsessed with your humor,
This is no rumor.
Obsessed with just you,
As our love grew.
Obsessed with your hair,
You know I care.
Obsessed with your heart,
Can't stand to be apart.
Obsessed with your lips,
My mind slips.
Obsessed with your words,
How you're such a nerd.
Obsessed with your song,
The way we get along.
Obsessed with your voice,
You are my choice.
Obsessed with your grace,
When I look into your face.
Obsessed with you,
This love I'll pursue.
Obsessed with this view,
Secretly obsessed with you
Now that that is out of the way… its time for your clue youngling! I am….. a certain mech you know, and someone that people dread to see. I can scare those off when they come to me. You know me, as I know you. goodbye for now my sweets park!
-Your One True Love
Blazing Racer '
Shaking his head, Xandred rubbed his helm. Why were they getting so damn enticing!? Groaning, he placed the note onto the berth and sat down on its edge. Things were so complicated! Biting his lip he sighed. Who could it be? Scaring those off? Megatron… primus no. Shockwave…. frag no! Stracream…. pfft nice one Xandred. Growling, he slammed his servo's onto the berth before he laid down on the berth with a groan and offlined his optics. Things were getting interesting. Very interesting indeed.
***With our Dear Medic***
Knockout groaned slightly as he flicked the edge of his saw with a long talon and scowled. Oh no that one would never do, never! Gnawing on his cheek the medic placed the saw down and rummaged through the tool drawer and growled in frustration. Where all his tools were, he could never understand. Where they went.. he could never know! " Fragging hell " he mumbled as he shut the drawer with a slam and opened the second one with a sigh.
He needed a saw that could pierce Breakdowns chassis and scrap off the bits of rust that somehow managed to get into his chamber! Honestly, he would never understand how it happened. It just ended up being there. Maybe the mech was getting old… but that would mean he was indeed getting old also.. okay Breaky was not getting old. Pouting, his optics lite up when he found what he was looking for and pulled it out. It was small yet large with a razor sharp tip and black grip.
Xandred's favorite one… ah his little youngling. Wait his? He was getting possessive already was he? Grinning he thought of how his little mech was doing about getting his other note. Most likely shocked that he had another note for the second time in a single solar cycle. He knew that youngling would get caught up in the bar and used this as his chance to slip him a second note, the poem that the little one wanted. Turning on the blade he watched his spin in his gaze and looked at the mech on the table.
Oh if only it was Xandred on the berth, strapped down, legs spread open. Optics revealed and mouth open begging for more. Shaking his head, Knockout was brought out of his thoughts when he felt a heating sensation in his cod piece. Fragging great, he was hot and about to treat his assistant. Growling he sighed. Xandred better like the notes and want to be with him.
Moving over to the mech on the table he smirked and held the saw to his chassis, " Its surgery time " he grinned and pressed the tip into his chassis. Oh how fun this was!
Hey you guys! So yeah there it is. This chapter is focused mainly on how Xandred met Knockout, the poem, the hint and Knockouts point of view. So If you guys liked it, follow or even review. Now remember, you have any idea's for the story leave me a message and I'll respond. We can even RP… and I am in the mood to do it! So yet again I have to tell you guys that the begging of the story was in the 2,000 word range to get you guys into the story and now I think the rest will be in the 1,000 range or the occasional 2,000. So yeah and do you guys want me to describe the sex scenes?