Knockout tried to buff himself as best as he could but after waking up from last night's party, some of his motor skills were pretty much shot. It was going to take a couple hours for them to fix themselves. He would ask Breakdown for help but he couldn't help but think that the large blue mech will assume as well.

Especially since Starscream was still in his quarters and covered in red scratches from his paint job. Breakdown would definitely start assuming that they interfaced.

Knockout shook his helm, trying to clear his processor from the unwanted thoughts that began to invite themselves in. He really didn't want to think about it because then he himself will start assuming then his mind will go into great and explicit details of what might have happened and he really didn't want that right now.

The red medic glanced at himself in his full body mirror but then quickly turned his back on it, "Frag," he cursed. He already began assuming and he didn't realize that he was starting to get... how should he put it... turned on by it that he just saw how flushed his white faceplate was because of it.

He set the buffer down for a second so he could close his optics and cover his faceplate with his servos. He ex-vented heavily, smacking himself a few times to try and clear his mind. Or at least calm his slightly overheated systems. Systems that he really didn't want to have on his processor right now.

There was a war going on for frag's sake. No time to think about... stuff like that. He had work. Medical work to worry about. Work.

Knockout found that he was calmed down enough and he ex-vented from relief. He picked the buffer back up and finished up the last little bit. Or what he could reach himself because his motor skills were still too slagged for him to turn enough to reach the rest.

He found that what he had done so far should be qualified as unnoticeable to others, except for himself of course. He stepped out of the wash rack with the buffer, "Okay Commander Starscream, your tu..." he stopped mid-step.

The Seeker Commander was, of course, laying on his berth in recharge. He didn't know how deep of a recharge he was in but considering the way he laid on his back with an arm hanging limply off the side of the berth with the other on his mid section, it must be pretty deep.

Knockout stepped closer until he stood beside him. He didn't know why but he didn't want to wake him, even if it is his berth and not the Seeker's. He took that moment to inspect the scratches that covered his chassis and he couldn't help but listen to the low hypnotic hum of the Commander's systems as he recharged.

His gaze drifted upwards and he found himself looking at the peaceful expression that the Seeker had. That amazed him. He usually saw the Commander with expressions that were a mix of anger for Megatron, slyness when he thought of a brilliant plan, fear when Megatron was about to beat him to scrap but never peaceful.

It was a different sight to see that he didn't think that he would ever see when the Seeker was awake.

Knockout found that he was staring for a little too long for his own liking and that was kind of creepy. He shook his helm and bounced the buffer in his servo lightly, "Alright, Herr Kommandant," he said softly so he didn't wake the Seeker. "It's time for you to get buffed."

He turned on the buffer carefully but on low. He glanced down at the Seeker and saw that he didn't stir. He mentally vented in relief before leaning forward, gently applying the buffer to the Seeker's chassis. He wasn't really happy about the buffer being on low since it doesn't buff very well at that setting but he didn't want to wake the Seeker.

He slowly moved the buffer along the Seeker's grey chassis. It was too time consuming but he really didn't mind at that moment. He froze and stopped, quickly turning off the buffer when the Seeker stirred.

Starscream grumbled in his recharge, mumbling some incoherent words before settling back down.

Knockout stared down at him with a servo over his mouth. Once the Seeker was comfortable again, he let out the air that he was holding back. He turned the buffer back on and leaned back forward to get the last of the scratches.

Without him knowing, the Seeker's finger-digits that belonged to the servo over the berth twitched. He suddenly rolled over then and it caught the red medic by surprise when the Seeker's arm wrapped around his neck and he was suddenly pulled down onto the berth.

Knockout's optics were wide and his spark began to beat rapidly. He was laying right beside Starscream with his faceplate against the Seeker's chassis. He could barely move because the grey Seeker's arms were around him in a hug. He glanced up and regretted it. His faceplate grew warm at the sight of Starscream's face right there. It didn't help either that he was practically nuzzling against his helm.

"Co-Commander," Knockout whispered rather hesitantly.

No response.

"H-Herr Kommandant," he said a little louder.

The Seeker grumbled in his recharge, shifting slightly and tightening his grip.

"Starscream," Knockout managed out when the Seeker hugged him tighter.

Starscream's brows furrowed and he grunted tiredly, "Hmm?"

"I-I don't mean any disrespect but could you let go of me... please?" the red medic asked too eagerly.

"Let go?" Starscream's optics opened lazily then and he was met with nothing. He was confused until he looked down, optics widening once he saw a pair of optics staring back at him. That was when he realized the predicament that he was in.

Starscream's faceplate became flushed rather quickly and he practically squawked, releasing his hold on Knockout before he fell off the berth back first. He groaned after he hit the floor, holding his helm that was now aching from the fall. It didn't help that he was also still hung over a bit.

Knockout sat up then, taking that moment to get out of the berth and return the buffer to his wash rack to get away. The Seeker's chassis was buffed enough.

"WHAT WERE YOU DOING KNOCKOUT!?" Starscream yelled from the other room.

Knockout groaned and walked back to see the Seeker using the berth to help him get back up. The red medic crossed his arms, "For your information, I was only doing what I said I was going to do earlier. Which was buffing the scratches out. You, on the other servo, decided to grab a hold of me in your recharge."

"THAT'S A LOAD OF SCRA..!"

The Seeker was suddenly muffled by the medic's servo going over his mouth and he glared down at the red mech. He watched as Knockout placed a finger-digit against his lips and pointed towards the door.

There was a couple knocks at the door and both mechs froze on the spot.

"Hey, Doc? Is everything alright in there?"

It was Breakdown.

"Yea, everything is fine Breakdown," Knockout answered back, noticing how not only Starscream but he himself were stiff and staring at the door. He removed his servo from the Seeker's mouth and he shuffled behind the red mech slightly.

"Are you sure? You were pretty slagged last night," Breakdown said with some concern.

"Well I do have a processor ache but other then that I'm fine," Knockout replied.

There was a short silence before Breakdown spoke again, "Did, uh... did Starscream take you to your quarters alright?"

Knockout froze then and whipped his helm around to the Seeker, optics wide.

The Seeker had a look of complete horror and he waved his servos in front of his face. He shook his helm, "I-I don't remember taking you to your quarters," he quickly whispered.

Knockout glanced to the floor. He couldn't recall either if the Seeker did take him to his quarters. He looked back to the closed door, "Th-that must have been some strong high-grade because I can't seem to remember if he did or not. But considering I am in my quarters he must have."

Starscream became relaxed, ex-venting in relief.

"Do you need help buffing? You're bound to be scratched up from last night. I could come in and..."

"NO!" Knockout quickly yelled. He felt Starscream grip his shoulders from behind to brace himself if the blue ex-wrecker did come in. The red medic cleared his vocals, "Umm, sorry about that Breakdown. W-we can do that when I get to the med-bay, the buffer there is better anyway."

"That's true," Breakdown said thoughtfully before speaking again. "I'll meet you there then, Doc."

Knockout waited for a bit as he heard the sound of the blue mech's steps fading in the distance as he walked away from the door. The red medic vented heavily and he heard Starscream do the same.

"That was close," the Seeker said.

Knockout turned around, gripping his helm with his servos, shaking it, "I can't believe we don't remember anything from last night."

"I can't believe I carried you to your quarters. That would definitely be something I wouldn't forget," the Seeker said more to himself thoughtfully.

Knockout stared at him with raised brows, "Starscream!?"

"I wonder how I carried you..."

SLAP

Starscream rubbed his cheek, "Hey!" he whined.

"Focus!" Knockout hissed. "We need to try and figure out what happened. Not. AND I REPEAT. NOT think of what might have happened."

Starscream grumbled as he began to think anyway and his own explicit details of what might have happened began to fill his thoughts. His faceplate became flushed and he stared down at the red medic, "Wh-what if we... uh, did, you know... "

Knockout glanced up at him and found himself staring at him a little too long as he looked over the Seeker's noticeably flushed faceplate. He couldn't help but think how cute the grey Seeker looked. He shook his helm to try and rid of the thoughts, looking away, "I really don't know."

Starscream glanced to the door, "I-I think it would be best if I leave right now before Megatron gets angry with my absence," he said as he began walking.

Knockout nodded his helm, watching the Seeker as he walked towards the door, "That would be for the best. Oh and Starscream?"

The Seeker stopped and turned, "Hmm?"

Knockout turned his back to him, "I-I'll be in the med-bay for the rest of the day so... don't hesitate to come to me... i-if you need anything or if you think of a way to find out what happened last night."

Starscream looked down thoughtfully. He glanced back up, "I will," he said then walked out of the red medic's quarters, not before checking if the hall was clear.

Once the door closed, Knockout let out a long and heavy vent. He placed a servo over his chest, feeling his rapid beating spark. He really needed to pull himself together. When seeing the Seeker's flushed faceplate, he seriously had the urge to kiss him right then and there. He closed his optics, shaking his helm, "I need a good buffing."

And who better to get a good buffing from then his assistant.