Part 6: Erotomania

"Say that you want me every day,
That you want me every way
That you need me
Got me trippin'
Super Psycho Love!
Aim, pull the trigger
Feel the pain getting bigger
Go insane from the bitter feeling
Trippin' Super Psycho Love!"
-'Super Psycho Love' by Simon Curtis

Finally.

Finally!

They're finally gone!

Knock Out hummed to himself as he took up a scalpel and carefully pried open Megatron's optic, the red just barely seen. This next stage was a very difficult and delicate task, so he had to take the utmost caution when undertaking this task…

He needed all of the ingredients to be perfectly prepared for tonight and he had already finished dessert while the main course was still cooking, so the medic decided to prepare the hors d'oeuvres in the meantime.

Ah… Breakdown would love all of it, so much!

The medic smiled, slipping the scalpel underneath Megatron's optic and severing the cabling and tubing connecting the sphere to the leader's head. The medic had asked Breakdown to come to his room later on for drinks in his room and the response was, obviously, 'yeah, sure'.

"You just need to relax a little… and then we can have our date…"

* * *

The room was filled with loud dance music as Knock Out lounged on his berth, paying close attention as he ran his buffer up his right thigh. He had already taken a very long hot shower to get himself ready for tonight and he would never settle for second best. Never had, never will.

7:57pm, Earth time.

The red mech finished off buffing his thigh and put the buffer off to the side, examining himself carefully and smiling when he decided that he looked perfect. He carefully moved off of the berth and rearranged the special glasses he had picked out for tonight; he had only used it once before and that was when…

No, don't think of that traitor!

Knock Out shook his head and sighed, instead checking that the high grade he had picked out was still warmed to an appropriate degree (115.6°, just how Breakdown likes it) and satisfied that it was still the same temperature…

"KO, you in?"

The red medic looked up and changed the music quickly, setting it to play some classical music instead. He checked the time, 7:59pm, and walked over to the door. He opened it and smiled when he saw the blue mech. "Hey Breakdown." He greeted, stepping aside to let his love in. "I'm so happy you could come here."

"Well, you are my friend." Breakdown responded. The blue mech still seemed upset, looking around with suspicion as he walked in, his posture hunched and tired. "But thanks again for the offer."

"Always a pleasure." The medic shut the door and walked over to the table, sitting down and gesturing to the other. "Please, take a seat. I've gotten us some Polyhexian High Grade warmed to 115.6 degrees exactly."

Breakdown sat down and regarded Knock Out with a mixture of content and suspicion. "Hey that's the best kind." He said, his optic widening. "How did you know that?"

"So friends can't know what they like?"

The blue mech paused at that and seemed to take it into consideration. "You got a fair point." He admitted, looking down at the table. "I'm sorry… it's just that what's been going on… it's just made me a little… jumpy, I suppose."

The medic nodded sympathetically, pouring the high grade into Breakdown's glass and then his own. "You don't have anything to worry about." He insisted, picking up his glass. "So… relax a little, Breaky! You're with a friend and nothing's going to happen."

He nodded, finally smiling a little. "Thanks Knocks." He said, picking up his glass. "You always know the best things to say."

Knock Out knew it was a small jest, but laughed anyway. "Same goes for you." He said, taking a sip of his drink. "Mm… I certainly see you have good taste in high grade."

The atmosphere lightened as the two mechs continued to talk and drink, although one was still in the dark behind the true purpose of the whole affair. The conversation became very light and casual, with the high grade flowing as their worries seemed to dissipate…

CRASH!

Breakdown leapt to his feet as the glass smashed against the ground, his optic wide with panic. Knock Out looked at the broken glass and then to the blue mech. "Breakdown!" He said with worry, getting to his feet and gently holding onto his arm. "It's just a glass, nothing to worry about."

The larger of the two seemed to snap back into reality and looked down at the damage. "Frag… I'm sorry…" He muttered, sounding ashamed of himself. "I guess that cost an arm and a leg…"

Knock Out laughed. He was worried over breaking his possessions? How endearing! "It's nothing. I still have plenty." He said, waving off the concern. "You just sit down and I'll get you another glass, okay?"

The van nodded and sat down, his frame still trembling slightly. Even when he was like this, he still held his beauty…

The red mech sauntered over to his desk, making sure his hips swayed as he moved. He made a show of bending over (Breakdown was watching, after all) while picking up another glass, identical to the one that had been dropped. He examined it carefully and pulled out another bottle of high grade, pouring the substance into the glass.

Just one other little piece…

Checking that Breakdown wouldn't be able to see, the medic took out a small vial from his subspace. It contained a clear fluid and when it was opened, no smell could be detected. Perfect. He poured the liquid into the glass, smiling as it disappeared from sight. Knock Out – just in case, he reasoned to himself – gently placed a drop of the clear liquid onto his finger and ran it across the rim of the glass, coating the entirety of it.

The red mech turned around with the glass in hand and walked back over to the table, offering the drink to Breakdown. The blue mech eyed it suspiciously, but accepted it anyway. "What's this?" He asked sceptically.

"Tetrahexian blend. It used to be used in place of anaesthesia." Knock Out explained, sitting down across from the blue mech. "It'll help you relax a little. You've been on edge a lot recently and I've been very worried."

"Not like I'm gonna have a spark attack or something." Breakdown scoffed playfully, downing half the drink in one go. His face crinkled in disgust and stared at the liquid. "Tastes like scrap. No offense."

The medic laughed. "Anything for a medicinal purpose isn't going to taste very good, Break!" He said, his words just barely breaking through his peals of laughter. He calmed down and tapped his fingertips against the table top. "But, it will make you feel better. You trust me, don't you?"

"Of course I do!" Breakdown said, hastily gulping down the rest of the liquid and still looking far from impressed. "It's just that… I think I'm going back to my old habits… the bad ones, you know?"

Knock Out nodded sadly. He was fully aware of the 'habits' and how destructive they were. "I'll help you any way I can. I promise." He said, reaching out to rest his hand over the blue mech's. "If there's anything you need, you can always come to me. I'll always be… Breakdown?"

The van was starting to sway, his optic losing its brightness. "Yeah…?" He asked, his voice a lot more quiet.

"Are you okay?"

"M'fine… Just tired." The blue mech answered, shakily putting the now empty glass down. He looked up at Knock Out, as if expecting an explanation for his condition.

"You drank that high grade too quickly." Knock Out lied, standing up and going to the other's side. "I think you should lie down and sleep it off. Here, you can have my berth." He gently lifted up the blue mech, surprised over just how heavy he was.

"No, Knocks…" Breakdown muttered, but allowed himself to be dragged around. "You've done a lot already…"

"Don't worry about it, Breakdown." The medic insisted, finally managing to get Breakdown seated on the berth. "You should rest. I only have your best interests in mind. I'll be here when you wake up." He placed a hand on the blue mech's chest and pushed him down onto the berth.

The larger tensed, but relaxed as his back pressed against the plush surface. "Okay…" He sighed, his optic shutting. "…Thanks… you're a good friend… you know that…?"

Knock Out smiled as Breakdown relaxed and fell asleep. "I know… I love you Breakdown…" He sighed, moving further up the berth until he was face to face with the sleeping mech. "You love me too… don't you?"

Unable to resist, the red mech leaned forward and pressed his lips against the blue mech's still pair. He hummed happily, caressing the other's cheek with gentle care. Knock Out pulled away and instead nuzzled Breakdown' neck. "Oh… you are so sweet… Best taste there is…" He purred, sitting up. "When you've woken up, I'll have had dinner ready…"

* * *

"…Maybe I used too much."

The medic sat at the table, staring at the blue mech across from him. It had been a struggle to get Breakdown down to where they were eating, but he had managed to pull it off eventually. He glanced at the side of the room, just barely seeing his reflection in one of the dishes there.

Wake up…

Knock Out sighed, looking back to Breakdown. He had taken care with the restraints. No… 'restraints' made it sound like he was holding his love prisoner, but it was a precaution; the blue mech had drunk a lot and he wouldn't want to fall to the floor as soon as he woke up.

"…Hn…"

The red medic smiled joyously at the utterance, perking up slightly. Finally! He was waking up! He couldn't help but laugh slightly as Breakdown tried to speak… and he'll hear those words soon enough… those three magic little words…

I love you…

The large mech started to move, trying to raise his head to look Knock Out in the optic. He smiled, joy and excitement flooding him as he thought of what would happen...

"You're up!"

You love me too, don't you?

END