Warnings: Mech on Mech (the usual drill)

Chapter 2

Where Knock Out ends up really enjoying himself

Still revved up from the interrupted interface, just the thought of interfacing, of a good overload, continued to flit around Knock Out's mind. Refusing to leave him. With nothing better to do than stare at Breakdown's back, he dug into his memory files, replaying the delicious moments before he'd been interrupted.

Smooth plating moving enticingly in the dim light. Recalled how that glossy shine had beckoned to him, made him want to lick along the smooth surface. He knew all too well how the light lingering taste of expensive polish mingling with the heady scent of heated oils from a passion warmed body acted like an aphrodisiac. Just thinking about it sent a thrill over his sensor net.

Wrapped up as he was in his own little world, Knock Out nearly collided with Breakdown's back when he suddenly stopped. He could hear the warrior speaking but the words were fuzzy and distant. Taking a step back, Knock Out shook his head slightly, clearing it. "Huh?"

Breakdown turned around, yellow optics catching his, "I said, let's break for a few breems. Refuel."

He gave an aloof shrug, "Sure."

A single nod then Breakdown moved toward one of the abandoned buildings, forced the door open, and stepped inside. Knock Out remained still, staring after him. "What're you doing?"

Breakdown looked back at him from inside the building. "Going inside." At Knock Out's blank stare, he explained, "Cover."

"Cover from what?"

"Autobot snipers? There've been some spotted in the area in the last few cycles." When Knock Out didn't move Breakdown simply turned and made his way further inside the building. "Refuel outside if you want."

Knock Out looked around him. Refuel outside? In the open? Shiny red target amongst grey deteriorating buildings? With his attention span and focus right now?

No.

He quickly followed Breakdown. Picking his way, as carefully as he could, to avoid getting coated in the dust and fine grit that seemed to hang in the very air. It was a useless effort. By the time he'd tripped his way to the back room with Breakdown, he was covered in a fine film of dirt, dulling the sheen on his armor. His lip curled in disgust at his own appearance. "Guh! How do you deal with this! How do you tolerate it!"

Breakdown had settled himself down by a window, looking out, "What?"

"This!"

Looking up, Breakdown watched as Knock Out slicked a hand over his arm armor, leaving a trail of dust and grime.

The large mech simply returned to gazing out the window, "There are worse things."

"Matter of opinion."

Knock Out fussed over himself for a moment longer before admitting defeat. He wasn't going to be properly clean again till he got back to base and in the wash racks...well, his wash rack. At least no one was here to see him in such a state. His optics flicked over to Breakdown. Well, no one who mattered anyway. He could never let any of his lovers see him like this. They'd be disgusted.

Following Breakdown's lead once more, Knock Out retrieved a ration of energon from his subspace. He hadn't realized they'd been on patrol for so long, wrapped up in his thoughts, replaying images over and over.

He thought of sitting down but the idea was quickly dismissed. The floor was beyond what he could take. Instead he leaned against the wall. He may have some filth on him already but that didn't mean he needed to wallow in it.

Sipping at his energon in silence, his mind once again returned to the subject of…interfacing. And his body once again reminded him of just how unsatisfied he was. Excess energy still buzzing inside him, begging for release. Primus help him, he needed an interfacing just to get this out of his systems, out of his head. Problem was it wasn't likely to happen any time soon.

After he got back from this it would a trip straight to the wash racks. It was going to take him an orn to get clean and decent again. Then he'd need to polish and wax. By the time that task would be done he'd need recharge. After that, he had to report to his med bay for a good shift and a half of work.

Great. This was just great. He was practically squirming and no one around to help him out.

A flash of movement suddenly reminded him he wasn't alone. He looked over at Breakdown, watched him as he drank his ration, an idea forming. They were alone, they had plenty of time, he was...needy.

Needy…slag, he was desperate!

Maybe just desperate enough to...

Eyeing the larger mech over again, Knock Out knew this...wasn't his type. But beggars can't be choosers, now can they? And he did have to take into consideration Breakdown had those rare yellow optics that were, in their own way, kind of pretty. They went well with the rest of him. Gave him an overall unique look. And Knock Out could see where if Breakdown actually cleaned himself up...a lot, maybe a repaint, some buffing, and some serious polish and waxing, he might actually look...ok.

At the very least, Breakdown would do...for now...this one time...this one time only.

Setting the wheels of his plan into motion, Knock Out gave a soft sigh, leaning his back against the wall, "I'm bored. Aren't you."

Breakdown gave a noncommittal noise and a slight shrug.

He inched closer to his target, voice dropping in pitch, growing warm and rich, "Know what I like to do when I'm bored?"

At that, Breakdown looked up from the window to Knock Out, who smiled, letting a hand run suggestively down his chest plate, fingers trailing down his abdominal plating. That should get the warrior's engine going.

Breakdown looked shocked then...unsure.

"Maybe we should...start moving again."

Knock Out frowned. What? Did Breakdown just say…..no? To him? That's…that's impossible! No one says no to Knock Out! Look at him! He was perfect! And offering! You don't say no to offered perfection!

He fixed a coy, suggestive smile on his face and walked toward the large warrior. "Relax, Breakdown, we have plenty of time." But Breakdown climbed to his feet, optics avoiding the medic as he drew closer.

"Should go -"

Knock Out stepped in front of him, hand splaying against Breakdown's chest armor, stopping the larger mech from moving away. Clearly a more direct, hands on approach was going to be needed. "Breakdown, relax." Knock Out repeated, voice rumbling pleasantly in this throat as he skimmed fingers down the broad chest plate, purring at the contact. "We have planty of time."

Breakdown squirmed back against the wall, clearly uncomfortable, "I don't think...this is a good idea."

Seriously? Knock Out could've groaned in frustration. He couldn't believe he was actually having to work THIS hard for what would doubtlessly be a mediocre interface with a less than stellar overload.

"Really?" He purred leaning in, chest plates almost touching as he slid a hand down Breakdown's abdominal plating. "I do." His wandering hand smoothed along the warrior's hip plating, sharp fingertips tapped at the plating before dipping into a seam, teasing a wire.

Breakdown's optics flashed bright then darkened. Knock Out's grin turned genuine. Finally!

Fingers still teasing at the seam, Knock Out leaned in, raising up on his toe plates to brush a kiss against Breakdown's mouth. Softly, tentatively, he didn't want to misreading the warrior's body language and get punched for making advances that might truly be unwanted. He couldn't imagine his advances being unwanted but warriors weren't his usual partners and thus seemed a little...unpredictable.

No punches thrown, and not having been shoved away, Knock Out leaned in completely, mouth pressing firmly against Breakdown's. The large mech remained unresponsive, absolutely still, but only for a moment, then he slowly came back to life. Mouth softening, yielding as Knock Out pressed forward, glossa slipping between lips, dipping in to taste. And Breakdown...Breakdown tasted good. Real good.

He slid his hands up, palms pressed flat, fingers tracing along the seam. Feeling heat gathering behind the bulky plating, growing charge tingling against finger tips. The warrior let out a groan somewhere deep in his chest, the vibrations rippled through Knock Out. His sensor net flaring hotly to life as he shivered all over. Frag, that felt good!

Hands grew bolder as Knock Out mapped the larger frame, searching out sensitive nodes. He watched in fascination as Breakdown tensed, his jaw clenching, vents sucking in cool air with a sharp hiss, large hands pressed flat against the wall as his optics shuttered, flicking off, helm tilting down. He looked like he was desperately trying to search inside for some reservoir of self control.

This was a reaction he'd never provoked in previous lovers. Knock Out relished it, reveled in it like some new found power. A slim hand found it's way under the broad chest plate, fingers tweaked wires, stroked and teased. He grinned at the heat, at the way the warrior twitched, tensing and relaxing in turns at his ministrations. Watched as Breakdown fought some inner battle for control. It was fascinating.

An arm suddenly clamped around his shoulders, startling him as large fingers curled tightly around his shoulder armor. He'd been so intent on watching Breakdown's face he'd almost forgotten about the rest of him. The blue and dark silver helm tilted up, optics flaring on, no longer the bright shade of yellow they'd been before. They now glowed a deeper, almost golden color.

Then Breakdown moved. Spinning them, switching their positions. The action so fast Knock Out didn't even have a chance to make a sound before he found his back shoved up against the wall, almost exactly where Breakdown had been leaning not an astrosecond ago. Breakdown pressed against him, their frames flush, dark hips grinding into his.

A low growl emanated from the warrior, causing Knock Out to gasp, a shiver once again coursing through him. Looking up into Breakdown's optics, Knock Out's intakes stalled momentarily. He knew what it was like to be looked at with lust or hunger but this was all together different. That golden gaze was hot, molten, alight with something raw and feral.

Knock Out loved it.

Large hands were suddenly on him, moving, stroking down sleek polished plating. Blunt fingers catching on seams, teasing, tugging, drawing ragged breaths from him. Knock Out squirmed, pinned as he was, hands gripping at thick wrists. The thought of scuff marks actually entered his mind. But when Breakdown's hands smoothed down his torso to grip his hips, thumbs pressing into his hip and thigh joints, sweeping across unknown sensor nodes that sung at his touch, sending pulses of knee weakening pleasure outward. The thought of scuff marks was completely forgotten.

Thick fingers swept upward, hands Knock Out couldn't believe held such skill, caressed across his chest plate. Thumbs rubbing firmly over his lights, palms stroking hard up over the glossy curve of his shoulder plating. Knock Out squealed at the rough contact, arching against Breakdown, sharp fingers abandoning their grip to fling back, raking deep grooves into the wall behind him.

Breakdown moved his hands, never rushing. They searched, touching, pressing, tweaking every sensitive spot they could find. Slowly building the charge in the smaller, lithe body. Knock Out panted, trembled as waves of pleasure assaulted him, he couldn't think straight. All he knew is he wanted more. More.

"Please…."

He didn't so much as say it, as whimper it.

Pressing their bodies flush together again, Breakdown shifted, pressing the medic hard into the wall. Thick fingers dug into seams, hard. Knock Out cried out, helm flung back, the sound torn from his vocalizer, echoing in the room as pleasure with an edge of sharp pain seared through him, blurring his vision.

He clutched at broad shoulders blindly, that only stable things in his world at the moment, sharp fingers digging in. He knew he was leaving marks, which was...disrespectful, none of his other partners would have tolerated it. But he couldn't help it, Breakdown wasn't letting up, the sensations coursing through him were too intense for him to think clearly. However, given the purring moan, the rev of a powerful engine from behind the chest plate pressed against him, the warrior didn't seem to mind a few scratches. Still, he make a quick mental note to make it up to Breakdown later.

Knock Out quivered, breathless, lost, processor spinning, as his fingers clawed at Breakdown's back. "Don't stop...don't stop...uuuughhhhh...don't stop...ah!...more...harder...yes...ah!"

Breakdown did as he asked. He pressed harder, pinching wires, stroking nodes, as he pressed Knock Out into the wall so he couldn't move. Breakdown growled, letting the rumble of it travel into the smaller frame against his, his own body was heated, charge building to a panicle.

"YES!" Knock Out cried out, arching almost painfully off the wall as he clawed twin sets of marks down Breakdown's back as overload tore through him. He clung to the larger mech as Breakdown's own frame shuddered with overload against him.

Breakdown didn't move for several moments as he panted, letting the dizzying, heady sensations of overload dissipate before pulling himself back. Knock Out had his head resting back against the wall as he gasped for cool air, arms now limp at his sides, optics dim.

He glanced down at their bodies pressed together. They'd have to get cleaned up, touched up, if possible, before they reported in. To report back with each other's paint scrapped off all over one another would be beyond telling. And if their commanding officer found out about this….

He stepped back, intending to give Knock Out some room to move but the moment his body was no longer in contact, no longer holding him up, Knock Out slid limply to the ground. Gasping, Breakdown looked down at the medic sprawled on his back on the floor, optics dark.

Kneeling cautiously beside the prone form, Breakdown reached forward but hesitated to lay hands on the medic, fearing he may do some further unintended damage. He hadn't meant to cause damage in the first place. Frag, frag, frag.

After a quiet moment of indecision, Breakdown leaned close. "Knock Out?" He spoke softly, quietly, not wanting to jar or startle the medic should he suddenly come back online.

Knock Out inhaled softly, deeply, giving a low happy moan as he stretched out along the floor luxuriously. Turning his ornate helm slightly as his optics dimly flickered on. He looked up at Breakdown, dazed. The larger mech leaned over him, bracing a hand beside his helm. "Knock Out? Are you ok?"

A sultry smile curled the prone mech's lips, "Yes. Very."

Silver fingers crept up to curl into blue collar armor, gently tugging the larger mech down as Knock Out arched up, purring, systems already prickling with arousal at the larger mech's proximity. His lips nipping at Breakdown's mouth as he spoke, "Let's do that again."

Author's notes

Man, these two are hot and fun! Knock Out likes Breakdown. He REALLY likes Breakdown. Breakdown, on the other hand, isn't 100% sure he knows what to think about Knock Out.
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