(COMMISSION) A Speedster and His Seeker

by The Robotic Dragon

Starscream is accidentally sparked by Megatron, which leads to him being kicked out. In desperation, he moves in with his old friend, Knock Out. But after putting his son in danger, Starscream finds himself in a nasty custody battle with Knock Out over the sparkling. Good friends become nasty enemies, which leads to pain and drama for the both of them. (THIS IS A COMMISSION)

5. Grit

"If he does kill me… He'll go to jail, correct?"

Prime looked up at the Seeker who sat on the chair before his desk. "Yes, if he commits murder that's a crime. He would be imprisoned."

"What would happen to Fracture?"

"Breakdown would have custody."

"But Knock Out killed me."

"Breakdown is not Knock Out."

"But… What if he helped?"

Prime gave him a look. "They aren't going to murder you."

"How are you so sure?"

"Starscream, Knock Out is very emotional at this time. He is going to say anything to upset you."

"Why does he get away with being a grouch but if I threaten someone I'm suddenly not allowed to have my own son?"

"That's not how it works."

"Feels like it." Starscream grunted.

"Knock Out had a miscarriage."

"Like, forever ago." Starscream rolled his optics.

"It's normal for any carrier who has suffered a miscarriage to be affected by the loss for stellar cycles. I can suggest to him some grief counseling and therapy, but otherwise there isn't much I can do."

"So, he can just threaten people all because he had a miscarriage?"

"Stop bringing up his miscarriage with him and perhaps the threats will cease."

"No, he's psychotic. He will kill me regardless of what I say."

"You're here to request more visitation joors, not to complain to me about Knock Out's empty threats."

"You didn't see the way he looked at me."

"No, I didn't…" Prime looked at a datapad now.

"My son is living with that mad mech."

"Knock Out is not dangerous. I have had both him and Breakdown psychologically tested, I have testimony from the older mechlings, and witness statements from teachers and neighbors." He gave Starscream a hard look. "They are not a danger to Fracture or the other sparklings in their care."

"You say that now…"

"I will schedule another hearing if you can behave."

"Define 'behave.'"

"Do not get into any physical altercations with Knock Out. You have been doing well thus far. Keep it up and maybe I'll allow unsupervised visitations."

Starscream was silent a moment before speaking. "If Knock Out attacks me… Does he lose custody?"

"If you plan on provoking him to cause him to lose custody, I will ensure you lose visitation rights. Am I understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now, let's go over your latest performance review from your employer."

---

"Hey, Fracture is in his room." Breakdown welcomed the Seeker inside. "Knock Out isn't home yet so you are safe. They had an emergency, so he had to go into surgery."

"Will he return while I'm still here?" Starscream perked his wings.

"I have no idea. He hasn't called me yet."

Starscream nodded, then ascended the staircase. He entered Fracture's room, smiling at his son.

"Hey, Fracture."

"Hey," Fracture didn't look up from his game.

"What you got there?"

"Same game I was playing last time you were here."

"Hi, Starscream!" Wildbreak waved from where he also sat on Fracture's berth, holding his own datapad.

"Hi." Starscream gave him a small wave.

"Wanna play?" Wildbreak offered him his datapad. "I'm beating Fracture!"

"No, you're not." Fracture gave him a look.

"Play against Fracture? Sure, I'll give it a try." Starscream took the datapad and sat down. "Will you show me how to play?"

"Yeah, so, this is to move forward, this shoots, and this is to jump." Wildbreak directed him.

"I have never played this before so go easy on me."

"I won't." Fracture smiled.

They played against each other for nearly a joor before they heard crying from the other room.

"I'll get him." Fracture set aside his datapad and quickly got up.

"Where are you going?" Starscream perked his wings.

"I'm getting Dead End."

Starscream got up and followed his son, pausing before he walked into Knock Out and Breakdown's room. Fracture picked up Dead End from the crib he was recharging in, and began to gently bounce him, clearly having done this many times before. Dead End ceased his crying and hugged Fracture, looking around for his carrier.

Starscream watched his son, proud of what a good big brother he was. Didn't even need to be told, just took action and knew what to do. He got that from him.

The Seeker perked his wings as he looked around the room. He hadn't been in here since he moved out. It had changed a bit. He studied the nightstand, noting the antidepressants on it. Definitely were Breakdown's. The guy had to deal with a psychotic glitch like Knock Out.

He opened the closet door and peaked inside. Nothing much in there, but he did glimpse some interface toys. He should put some of those flaming plants on them so when they go inside of Knock Out they burn his valve. Yes, that would be glorious.

He walked around, looking at the pictures of Knock Out and Breakdown during their wedding. They looked so young, smiling so broadly, Knock Out wearing the usual wedding garments for grounders, and Breakdown not having much at all. It was obvious which one grew up rich and spoiled… Knock Out had jewelry all over him, his finish absolutely stunning, optic liner that one could kill for, and everything about his faceplates obviously done by a professional. He was stunning to look at.

And Breakdown was there, clean and well done, but still nothing compared to whatever the salon Knock Out had been to had done to him.

There was a picture of them smiling on the altar, looking deeply into each other's optics. Another of them walking down the aisle holding servos while Knock Out waved a bouquet of crystal flowers. Another of them eating a slice of the most extravagant wedding cake Starscream had ever seen, and one of them kissing, holding each other close.

A larger picture was of Knock Out making a silly face with his entire wedding party, all of them looking great, but still nothing compared to him. His glossa was out, he was making a grounder symbol with his servo that meant "live life," and all his friends and family were also being silly to the camera. Starscream wasn't sure which ones of these people were actually related to Knock Out, or who were friends, but a couple of faces looked like they might be siblings or cousins of the doctor.

Breakdown's wedding party picture contained less individuals, but they all were ecstatic looking, clearly proud that he was tying the knot with Knock Out.

Then there was the picture of a smiling Knock Out, holding his bouquet, all ready for his wedding, with a person on either side of him. One was a femmling who had his same face, clearly his carrier, and the other was a stiff looking grounder who looked like he was too busy with his high class job to be there. Starscream always studied this picture the most because it gave him the best look at the tiara Knock Out wore for his wedding. Of course, he would wear a tiara…

The final wedding picture was of Breakdown carrying Knock Out bridal style as he ran out of the church and towards the camera mech, with people cheering him on either side. Knock Out had his arm outstretched, clearly shouting with joy.

Surrounded by all these photos were icky lovey phrases like, "till death do us part," and "I love you, I love you more, I love you most." The one he hated most was "True Happiness is Joining With Your Best Friend." Ew…

To the right of the wedding collage were images that appear to have been taken during the war. They were still all romantic and gross, with them kissing, holding servos, their brows pressed together as they dreamily looked into the other's optics, and other such nonsense. More sappy quotes were written on the wall around this collage, including "together through the highs and lows," "I will love you always," and "my life began when I first met you."

Seriously, how gross can these two be?

It was the collage to the right of this one that was brand new. The Seeker perked his wings when he saw these new images…. With his son. They were your stereotypical family photos. Knock Out sparked in some, showing off his sparkling bump with such a large grin, others were of Knock Out with Fracture and Wildbreak, the mechlings smiling as they sat on his lap, or were being hugged by him. All of these photos were professionally taken and edited. They hired someone for these photoshoots involving his son and never told him!

Starscream narrowed his optics, his fists clenching at his sides. Most of these photos were taken during those 3 stellar cycles when he never got to see his son. Right after the miscarriage.

Breakdown was in a few, holding Knock Out who held the mechlings, or was just with the mechlings and no Knock Out. A couple were of Knock Out just holding a newborn Wildbreak, or a newborn Dead End. Breakdown had his own with his newborns. One was of Knock Out and Breakdown kissing and between them they both held a newborn Wildbreak.

Then, there were some of them on family outings. One looked like they were at a fair, as the mechlings had energon sweets on sticks, and giant stuffed toys. Another they looked like they had taken a hike in the wilderness, as the mechlings were surrounded by plants and clearly in nature.

And written on the wall around this collage were things like, "I love you so much I only want to have my sparklings with you," "Let our love blossom into beautiful creations," and "my best friend and carrier to my sons."

Starscream's engine growled. That was not their son to be putting into their family collage! And why wasn't he invited to get some professional photographs with his sparkling?! They had no right!

He wanted to tear the pictures with his son off the wall, but then he noticed the little shelf. He stood in front of it, and realized what it was.

On this small shelf, just above the family collage, was a small urn centered on it. Engraved on the urn was the designation "Grit," with two dates. The second date was the orbital cycle of the miscarriage. The urn was shaped like a statue, of a generic grounder holding a sparkling close. No significant details, just enough so you know this urn contained a sparkling. On one side of the urn was a framed image of Knock Out smiling, a servo on his abdomen, this image taken just two orbital cycles before the miscarriage. The other side of the urn had two framed images from an ultrasound. One ultrasound image you could see the protoform's face, servos, and some of the torso. The second ultrasound image was a little less clear, but showed the entire protoform. Above this shelf, written on the wall, it read, "Before I ever carried the pain, I carried you. And, in my spark, I carry you still."

Starscream swallowed. It was beyond clear this sparkling meant so much to Knock Out. He had this memorial to him, with some crystal flowers lovingly placed between the frames and around the urn. They looked like the crystal flowers that grew behind the house.

"Get away from him!"

Starscream suddenly felt his arm being yanked hard, then shoved away. He stumbled back, catching himself on the berth. Knock Out now stood between him and the urn, his optics murderous, engine revving, and wheels spinning. He looked like he was about to murder more than he ever had before.

"I was just looking." Starscream grunted, standing straight up, his wings flaring.

"You're not allowed near him!" Knock Out screamed, his vocalizer filled with so much pain.

Starscream waved his servos peacefully. "I was looking. I had no intention of touching him." He paused. "Grit is an interesting designation. Breakdown's choice?"

"Grit is my brother's designation, you aft." Knock Out snapped.

"I… didn't realize you had a brother."

Knock Out looked at him incredulously. "He's right fragging there!" He pointed at the wedding image of him with his wedding party. "How many times have you seen that picture and never noticed my brother?"

Starscream looked at it. "I still can't tell which one he is…"

"He's the one that looks like me, you idiot."

"No need to be rude about it."

"Get out of my room! You're not allowed in here!"

"I'm going! Calm down." Starscream flicked his wings as he turned and started to leave.

"Everything alright?" Breakdown asked as he stepped in the doorway.

"You need to control your mate." Starscream grunted as he walked by.

"What happened?"

"He's not allowed in here." Knock Out snapped. "Why weren't you watching him?"

"I was making you dinner."

"Who let him in here? Fracture!"

"Yes?" Fracture stepped out of his room, still holding Dead End who was having too much fun poking his big brother's chassis.

"Did you let Starscream into my room?"

"I was grabbing Dead End." Fracture said slowly.

"You know Starscream isn't allowed in there!"

"Hey!" Starscream flared his wings. "You don't yell at my son!"

"You are not his acting carrier!" Knock Out shrieked.

Starscream was about to yell something back when suddenly cold water was sprayed in his face. He jumped back to see Breakdown with a squirt bottle spraying both he and Knock Out in the face.

"That is enough!" Breakdown roared, his powerful vocalizer overpowering all else. "Fracture was taking care of his brother, just as he was supposed to. It's not his place to control Starscream. Knock Out, you need to calm down. Nothing bad happened."

Knock Out turned and stomped into his room, slammed the door, and locked it. Breakdown vented a sigh.

"Fracture, you're fine. Carrier is having a mood swing." Breakdown said softly when he saw Fracture had coolant in his optics. "Why don't you take your brothers downstairs and I'll get you some cake. Sound good?"

Fracture nodded his helm before doing just that. Breakdown rubbed over his faceplates tired, then turned to Starscream.

"Don't go in that room. People who don't respect our loss are not welcomed in there." He said it in a tone that was both harsh, but monotone.

Starscream flicked his wings. "You're going to let him just talk to my son like that?"

"No, I'm not. He's mine to deal with, not yours. Know what… Just go home, Starscream. We'll schedule for another visitation. I need to take care of my family."

"You need to leash your mate."

"Starscream… There's only so much self-control I can manage in an orbital cycle before I lose it and bash someone's brain module in."

Starscream took the hint. He quickly walked down the stairs, said goodbye to Fracture, and walked out. He flicked his wings, absolutely furious that Knock Out would have pictures of his own son as if he was his, and also speak to his son like that. He needed to pay.

Breakdown gave the mechlings their treats, then went upstairs. He put in the code to unlock the door and entered.

He walked over to the berth, sat on it, and reached over to stroke Knock Out's back. "You okay?"

"No." Knock Out's muttered vocalizer sounded as he kept his face in the pillow he was hugging.

"You can't lose control like that. You scared Fracture." He was silent for a moment. "You need to apologize to him."

Knock Out lifted his helm, wiped the coolant away, then sat up. "You can call him in."

Breakdown kissed him on the cheekplates, then stood up and opened the door. "Fracture, could you come here for a bit?"

Fracture hopped off his berth and walked over. Knock Out gestured for him to approach, keeping his arms out as Fracture climbed onto the berth and into his embrace. Knock Out hugged him close, lovingly stroking his helm.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I shouldn't have yelled at you." Knock Out wiped at the fresh coolant beginning to leak out. "You did nothing wrong."

"You're sad because Grit died. I understand." Fracture hugged Knock Out back.

"I still shouldn't take my frustration out on you." He cupped Fracture's faceplates in his servos, studying the little one for a moment before continuing. "Thank you for taking care of Dead End. You help me and your sire out so much by being such a responsible big brother."

Fracture sheepishly smiled. "You're welcome, carrier."

"No matter what that jerk says, you are my son."

"I know I am. You're my carrier." Fracture hugged him tightly.

Breakdown vented a sigh, knowing what Knock Out was doing. "Knock…."

"Go get your brothers. Carrier needs cuddles from all of you."

Fracture smiled. "Okay!" He then hopped off the berth and ran into the other room.

"Knock Out, we have to be honest with him about who his real carrier is." Breakdown said slowly.

"It's easier for him to not know the truth."

"Is it, though?" Breakdown raised an optical ridge.

Fracture quickly returned carrying Dead End with Wildbreak following right behind him. They all got onto the berth and into Knock Out's arms. The speedster held them close, finally able to smile.

Breakdown vented a sigh.

---

A Few Orbital Cycles Later:

"Fracture, could you help your brother?" Knock Out asked as he was busy organizing cleaning supplies back into their cupboard.

"Yup!" He trotted over, and grabbed a sippy cup for Dead End, who was standing nearby Knock Out.

"I wan' Wil'bruk!" Dead End exclaimed, placing a servo on Fracture's leg to help balance him as he was still learning to walk.

"Wildbreak is upstairs." Fracture explained as he filled the cup with energon, then added the additives to it.

"Make 'im come downnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

"Sweetie, let Fracture help you." Knock Out spoke as he was now on his knees partially inside a bottom cupboard, trying to organize things in the far back.

"DADA!" Dead End shrieked. "Make Wil'bruk come down!"

"I think Wildbreak was abducted by aliens." Breakdown said it like it was a fact as he entered the energon room.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Dead End pointed an accusing digit at him, so done with the constant lies from his sire.

"I'm telling the truth this time! Go upstairs and look. He's gone. Poof!"

"NOOOOO!" Dead End began to cry.

"Why are you like this…?" Fracture glared at the truck.

Breakdown chuckled. "Because I'm the sire. Being an aft is what I do."

"Don't be an aft to my creations." Knock Out grunted, still working on organizing supplies.

Breakdown stood beside his mate, eyeing the exposed aft, just there, begging to be struck. He made a gesture as if about to hit it, then gave a thumbs up motion to Fracture, silently asking if he could strike this red aft before him.

"Don't…" Fracture glared at him.

That only encouraged the truck more. He then smacked Knock Out's aft hard with an open palm.

"Ack! Breakdown!" Knock Out shrieked angrily before emerging from the cupboard. "What the hell!?"

"You can't have it out like that and not expect me to smack it." Breakdown chuckled, grinning so proud of himself.

Knock Out stood up. "Stop hitting my aft in front of the sparklings. You're going to teach them that violence against me is okay."

"Mhmm," Breakdown waited until Knock Out had turned away from him before rapidly patting Knock Out's aft, like it was a drumset.

"Breakdown!" Knock Out spun around.

"You like it."

"You are incorrigible."

"And you're beautiful." Breakdown grabbed his mate's hips and pulled him closer.

"I'm cleaning." Knock Out said sternly.

"And I'm in love." He leaned in closer, getting his face in Knock Out's.

"No, I'm cleaning, Breakdown." He tried again, but Breakdown only began to kiss him on the neck. "Breakdown!" He couldn't help but laugh, trying to fight off the ticklish sensation. "I'm cleaning!"

"I love you." Breakdown wrapped an arm around Knock Out's lower back, hugging him close, as his other servo grabbed Knock Out's chin. "And I'm going to make all the sparkling see how much I love you."

"Stop!"

But Breakdown only began to kiss his mate, silencing him. Knock Out tried fighting back, but soon gave in and kissed back, his engine purring.

Fracture ignored them. He had seen this a thousand times. Them always kissing each other, saying how much they loved one another, sire slapping carrier's aft, and sire ignoring carrier telling him to not kiss him. It was just their daily routine.

"I love you." Breakdown purred.

"I love you, more." Knock Out purred back.

"Should we 'take a nap' for a bit?" Breakdown winked.

"Not now, Breaky. I love you to death, but I have to get some work done around the house."

"Tonight, then?"

"Yeah, we can tonight." Knock Out kissed him on the lip plates again. "Now, let me go."

"Yes, sir." Breakdown released him.

Knock Out turned around, only to be slapped in the aft again.

"Breakdown, I swear to-" He shouted as he spun around to shove his mate, but Breakdown already had jumped out of the way, chuckling as he quickly made his escape.

"Need me to hit him?" Fracture asked.

"No, I'll deal with him." Knock Out picked up Dead End who was sipping from his sippy cup. "Do you have homework?"

"I got it done."

"Good."

"Do I have to spend time with Starscream?"

"Unfortunately, yes." Knock Out spoke as he adjusted Dead End onto a hip, and then began to put dishes away with his free servo.

"He's so boring…"

"The court has ordered you to spend time with him. I can't stop it."

"Why does the court want me to spend time with him?"

"That is a very long explanation."

"What is it?"

Knock Out turned to him. "I don't know if you're ready for it…"

"Why would I not be ready for it?"

"Sometimes, information can be too heavy to carry. We must wait until we are strong enough to carry it."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means, I don't think you are able to handle it. It's… Lots of adult drama, and I have to tell you where sparklings come from."

"They come from you…"

"I wish it was that simple."

"You're not making sense."

Knock Out set Dead End down, then crouched to be optic level with Fracture. He took Fracture's servos in his before speaking. "There's some… things I am scared to tell you at this time. I am scared of how they might affect you. I want you to be happy, right now. I don't want you stressing over adult things. Let carrier carry this stress for you. When you're ready… I'll tell you everything. I promise."

Fracture nodded. "Okay… But when will I be ready?"

Knock Out thought a moment. "How about on your tenth emergence cycle? We will sit down, and I will tell you everything. Sound good?"

Fracture counted on his digits. "So, one and a half stellar cycles from now."

Knock Out smirked. "Yes. Precisely that." He then cupped Fracture's cheekplates in one servo. "You're growing up far too fast for my liking. You're going to be such a handsome mech."

"I'll look just like you."

Knock Out swallowed, but forced a smile. "Yes, just like me. And then you'll probably find your own mate, and join, and have sparklings."

"What if I don't get a mate?"

"Then you don't. So long as you're happy, I'll be happy and proud of you. Just… Don't become a criminal. That's all I ask."

Fracture smiled. "I won't."

"Then you have nothing to worry about." Knock Out hugged him.

Fracture hugged him back. Knock Out purred his engine, so happy to have this sweet mechling as his son.

The doorbell rang.

Immediately, Knock Out's mood changed. His optics narrowed, engine growled, and body tensed. Fracture vented a sigh, knowing who had arrived.

"I'll let him in." The eldest mechling said as he released Knock Out and walked over to the door.

Knock Out stood, watching that door closely. Fracture palmed it open.

"Hey." Fracture greeted.

"Hey, yourself." Starscream walked in. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing much. I was gonna watch TV."

"Mind if I join you?"

Fracture shrugged.

Starscream looked behind him, seeing Knock Out standing there holding Dead End. Just the coldest, most cruel optics boring into his very being.

Starscream rolled his optics and walked away.

"Evening, Starscream." Breakdown greeted as he walked by, on his way to the energon room.

"Hello, Breakdown." Starscream gave him a small wave back.

Breakdown stopped by his mate and took his servo. "Time for you to go to our room and stay in there." He said it like he was talking to a small sparkling.

Knock Out glared at him. "You better watch him."

"I will. Now, let's go." He grabbed Knock Out's shoulders and forcefully made him walk towards the stairs.

Knock Out never removed his optics from Starscream as they passed him. Starscream was now seated on the couch, his wings perking as he watched his nemesis being escorted to the stairs.

"Thank you for controlling your mate, Breakdown." Starscream replied.

"At least I have a mate, you miserable, cock sucking slu-"

"Go upstairs!" Breakdown ordered harshly.

Knock Out glared at him, then stomped up the stairs. Breakdown grumbled something under his breath, so done with this drama.

Fracture looked up at Starscream. "Why don't you have a mate?"

"Hmm?"

"A mate. Like carrier and sire are mates. They are always kissing and saying how much they love each other. I never see you with anyone kissing or say you love them…"

"I love you."

"I mean a grownup. Like sire and carrier are joined. They're Conjunx Endura. Sire says that means carrier is stuck with him until carrier kills him for all his bad jokes."

"Well, yes, I don't have a Conjunx Endura. I'm not mated to anyone, either."

"What's the difference?"

"Conjunx Endura are joined together by the law. They have some fancy paperwork saying they are together, and they get benefits from it. Like, should Breakdown die, Knock Out gets all his property and some Shanix. A mated pair, who are not joined as Conjunx Endura, do not have that paperwork. Depending on where they live, they have some or none of the rights as a Conjunx Endura couple has."

"Why are they not joined?"

"Because not every culture does Conjunx Endura."

"Why not?"

"Just how some cultures are."

"But if they don't have the paperwork, what makes them a mate?"

Starscream looked away, his optics widening slightly as he thought. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh, how much have you learned in school?"

"About what?"

"Interface."

"What's that?"

"Never mind then."

"Never mind what?"

"Mated people are adults who live together because they want to. I think that's a good enough explanation."

"It really isn't."

"You are very sassy, tonight."

"You're not very good at explaining things."

"Wait until you're older."

"Carrier says that, too…"

"I'm sure he does."

"So, why are you not mated?"

"Just… Isn't my time, I guess. I haven't found the right person."

"When you do, are you going to kiss him a lot?"

Starscream smiled at him. "Yeah, I'll kiss him a lot."

"Gross."

Starscream kind of expected that response.

---

"Hold still." Breakdown grasped Knock Out and pinned him to the berth.

"Make me hold still." Knock Out then tried kicking at him.

Breakdown easily avoided the attack, chuckling as he grasped Knock Out's wrists and held them firmly against the speedster's back. He raised his other servo and began to rain down hard blows on Knock Out's aft.

"Ow! You're a bully!" Knock Out tried wrestling himself free, but Breakdown was far too strong.

"Shhh, not so loud. You're going to online the sparklings." He said it without ceasing his cruel slapping.

"Mmmm!" Knock Out kept kicking and trying to pull his arms free, but Breakdown didn't even seem to notice the pathetic attempts at escape.

He gave his mate many hard smacks to his aft, ensuring it was enough that he'd feel it in the morning, then released him. Knock Out groaned, reaching down to rub over his aft, but otherwise did not move. He stayed lying over the berth, his peds on the floor, perfectly exposed for Breakdown to do more.

"I love you." Breakdown said as he leaned over to kiss Knock Out on the cheekplates.

"You're a bully."

"Mhmm." Breakdown smiled, giving his mate one more hard slap across the aft.

"Ouch!" Knock Out growled his engine briefly.

He looked back, watching as Breakdown folded away his codpiece, and released his spike. It was already rising, turned on simply by seeing Knock Out in this position. Knock Out smirked, excited for it. His mate was so good to him. Something Starscream would never have…

His optics widened when he thought of this perfect idea.

"Babe."

"Yes?" Breakdown grinned stupidly, swaying his hips so his spike would bounce around.

"Hand me my phone."

"Why? Who are you calling?"

"No, one, I want the camera."

Breakdown's smile grew. "Well, why didn't you just say!" He grabbed it off the nightstand and handed it to his mate.

Knock Out quickly turned on the camera, held up his arm, and took a picture so that his face, some of his backside, aft, and Breakdown's crotch were all visible.

Breakdown rubbed over Knock Out's codpiece until it opened, and began to finger him. Knock Out took a picture of his face, so it was obvious he was being turned on, and in the background you could see Breakdown's servo clearly doing the specific act on his valve. Breakdown gave Knock Out's aft a couple of more smacks before he positioned himself. Knock Out quickly turned on the video, holding it so his face was still visible, and you could see Breakdown's spike pressing into his aft.

"Oh… Ohhhh…" Knock Out moaned a little louder than normal, making sure the audio would be picked up, as he filmed Breakdown penetrating him. He bit his lower lip plate, keeping the camera in place to record his face, that spike, and his rear end.

He moaned when Breakdown thrust into him, then another loud moan for the second. He turned the camera so that it showed Breakdown's face, now concentrating on absolutely railing his mate.

Knock Out turned the camera again, showing his face as he loudly moaned, the obvious sound of Breakdown's crotch humping against his aft in the background. He then smiled at the camera and winked.

He stopped that recording and held the camera back up. He took more pictures showing his face and Breakdown fragging him. He held his arm back so the camera could take pictures of just his aft so that you could actually see the spike entering his body.

His smile grew, getting excited to send these to their intended audience.

Breakdown grasped Knock Out's hip with one servo, the other grabbing the back of his helm and pressing it into the berth top. Knock Out moaned, his peds kicking up some as Breakdown got rougher.

The truck kept up his mad thrusting until he finally overloaded, loudly crying out as the energy coursed through his systems. He panted over his mate, lovingly stroking his sides.

"Doing alright?" He said between pants.

Knock Out smiled back at him. "Wonderful as always, my love."

"Round two?"

"Of course! But I want to stand up."

"Against the wall?"

"No, just standing."

"Right here or do you want to move...?"

"Just a few steps back. The lighting is better there." Knock Out gestured.

"Whatever you say, babe." Breakdown grasped Knock Out by the hip with one servo as the other grabbed his shoulder.

He helped Knock Out stand up and back up without even pulling out. He wrapped his arms around Knock Out's waist, kissed his neck, then resumed his thrusting.

Knock Out leaned back into his Conjux Endura, purring his engine, smiling, as a servo rested over the strong arms that held him. His other servo held up the camera and took a picture of them. He then lowered it so it could take a picture of Breakdown's spike entering his valve. He then recorded that scene, of just the spike and valve, watching it move in and out of him, hearing their moans, and the sounds of their bodies interacting with each other.

After recording a bit of that, Knock Out held the camera up to take pictures of their faces as he kissed his mate over a shoulder, a servo holding Breakdown's cheekplates, both smiling, so happy to be doing this with the one they loved.

Breakdown's servo groped and squeezed Knock Out's breastplates, and he made sure to take a picture of that. He held out the camera, taking pictures that showed his smiling faceplates as he was clearly also moaning, and also showing Breakdown holding him, and where they were connected at the crotch. He pushed back against Breakdown, opening up his chestplates to reveal his spark.

Breakdown kissed him, opening up his own chestplates, his servo holding Knock Out's free one over the shoulder they had been kissing over a moment before. Knock Out filmed their climax, their sparks bonding painfully as the camera captured it all, even what happened down below. Knock Out whined loudly, curling into himself, but Breakdown held him up.

"That was good." Breakdown panted, patting Knock Out's thigh.

Knock Out panted, looking at the still recording camera, and smiled. "Yes, it was so good. My beautiful mate."

Breakdown dumbly smiled. "That's me!" He began to stroke Knock Out's frame, savoring his partner's body.

"Yes, the one thing Starscream will never have." He said it with such a cruel smile despite still panting.

"Huh?"

Knock Out stopped the recording. "Want to do one more?"

"Absolutely!" He then plucked the camera out of Knock Out's servo. "My turn to record!"

"Okay, but what-ack!" He was shoved back onto the berth, causing Breakdown to also pull out.

Breakdown giggled as he held up the camera so it recorded how he saw Knock Out: Sprawled out before him and completely at his horny mercy.

"We haven't recorded ourselves in forever. Why tonight?" Breakdown asked as he prepared himself.

Knock Out shrugged. "Oh, you know… Sometimes I want to do something we haven't done in a while."

"We should compare this to the old interface videos and see if we've improved." He turned on the video recorder.

"If you want to we can-Ouch!" He yelped when Breakdown smacked his aft. "But you already did this!"

"But now I'm doing it for the camera." Breakdown laughed as he filmed Knock Out's aft being smacked by his servo.

Knock Out winced. This recording better not leave this room.

"Wait, I prefer how it moves with the paddle."

"No…. Why are you being so cruel to me…?" Knock Out looked up, but staying in place.

"Because I love you." Breakdown so cheerily replied as he walked back over with said paddle. "Keep your servos out of the way."

"If this video is sent to anyone…"

"I'm just going to watch it whenever you don't want to frag."

He then began to beat the paddle firmly against Knock Out's aft, keeping the camera right there to see the impact zone. Knock Out buried his face in a pillow so he could scream and not online the sparklings.

Once Breakdown had given him a good thirty hard smacks with the paddle, he set it aside, readied his spike, and penetrated the speedster. Knock Out groaned, arching his back some. Breakdown continued to record so the camera showed his spike inside of Knock Out, looking down, exactly how he saw it. He began to thrust, ensuring the camera also showed the back of Knock Out's helm and how it bobbed up and down.

"If I can't walk tomorrow…"

"Shush, you'll be fine." Breakdown laughed.

---

Starscream onlined, got up from his berth, and began to get ready for his orbital cycle. He needed to go to work, then he had to run an errand. After that he was going to work on some projects at home. He didn't have visitation this orbital cycle, so he would need to spend his time being productive.

He finished readying himself in the washroom, then got himself a cube. He noticed he had some notifications on his communicator. He onlined it, seeing Knock Out's name. He raised an optical ridge. Knock Out hadn't messaged him since the orbital cycle he had walked out of his house to get his own place. Why would he message him now when he hated him?

The Seeker opened the messages. His optics widened.

The first image he saw was Knock Out smiling at the camera, Breakdown inside of him. Then there was the first video. He knew it would be nasty, but he played the video anyway. The look Knock Out was giving the camera was cold, arrogant, and simply evil.

He grimaced at the other images, showing the penetration up close. How nasty that Knock Out would take pictures of his nasty valve, and then send those nasty valve pictures to anyone.

He scrolled through them all, every last one more graphic than the next, and every one of them Knock Out was smiling at the camera in such a mocking, proudful, and simply lustful manner. Starscream wanted to punch him.

The last message was a text message which simply read, "This is what love looks like. Two Conjunx Endura fragging each other senseless. No Shanix, no gang bangs, no meaningless lust. Take a good look at it. You'll never have this in your miserable life, slut."

One of Starscream's optics shuttered. Then his optics narrowed as his engine growled.

"I'm the slut?!" He shrieked at his communicator. "You're the one sending me porn of yourself!" He then screamed as he threw the communicator across the room.

He flicked his wings, thinking. Then he grabbed the communicator and stormed out of his apartment.

It might not be a visitation orbital cycle, but he wasn't visiting his son for this…

He flew across town, transformed, and repeatedly pressed the door chime until the door finally opened.

"Starscream?" Breakdown raised an optical ridge, very confused. "What are you doing here? Visitation is in two more orbital cycles."

"Did you know he sent these?!" Starscream shoved the communicator into Breakdown's faceplates.

"Okay, wait, that's too close." He took the communicator and held it further away from his face. Then his optics widened. "This is us! How did you get these?!"

"That wretched mate of yours sent them to me this morning!"

"Hey, that's my wretched mate. Watch your tone." He said firmly before looking at the pictures some more. "Wow… He's gorgeous. The guy fragging him is so lucky! Right, it's me." Breakdown smiled like some idiot.

"WHY IS HE SENDING ME YOUR NASTY PORN?!" Starscream shrieked, flaring his arms and flapping his wings.

"It's not nasty. I shower. And I don't know why he sent this to you. He should have sent it to me." He frowned. "What else has he not sent me…?"

"Read the last message, you imbecile!"

Breakdown glared at him, then scrolled down to the last message. It finally clicked. "Ah… that makes sense. He's being a petty glitch." He scrolled back up. "A really sexy petty glitch!" He wolf whistled. "Damn! How did I score that?! Do you mind if I borrow this? I gotta run to the washroom."

Starscream snatched his communicator back. "You both are disgusting!" He flicked his wings. "Where is he?"

"He's upstairs getting ready for work. Hey, Starscream! I don't think you should go up there!"

But the Seeker ignored him. He marched up the stairs and straight for the master berthroom. He stopped when he started to pass the nursery and saw Knock Out was in there taking care of Dead End, the other two sparklings were still recharging in their rooms.

"You disgusting whore!" Starscream jabbed a claw at him as he stormed into the room.

"The mirror to point that to yourself is right there." Knock Out gestured to a mirror on the wall as casually as ever.

"Why did you send me your porn?!"

"I never sent you 'porn,' Starscream." Knock Out picked up Dead End and placed him on his hip. "I sent you love making." He smiled, that cruel, arrogant smile. "You would know what that was if you weren't recharging with a new mech every night."

"I am not recharging with anyone! What you sent me was beyond disgusting and-and-"

"Jealous?"

"What? No!"

"I have a mate who loves me so much he frags the absolute slag out of me. He lusts for me out of love, not whatever bestial interface you partake in."

"I am not sure if you are just really hateful towards me, or are being functionist towards my frametype, but this," He held up the communicator. "Is too far."

"You are not welcomed here when you don't have a scheduled visitation, Starscream. Leave before I call the cops."

"Yeah, and I'll show Prime what you sent me."

"Go ahead. I don't care."

Starscream paused. "I'll show it to your work."

"My work doesn't care what a Seeker has to say."

Starscream pointed at him. "Right there. That's it. Functionist! You discriminating little sack of-"

"Oh, if I was a functionist why the hell did I follow your orders for vorns!?"

"Because you had no choice!"

"Oh, I had a choice."

"Which was?" Starscream crossed his arms.

"I didn't have to serve directly under you, you know?! I never transferred because I was delusional at the time to think you and I were friends!"

"That backfired on you!"

"Yes, it has!"

"That is enough!" Breakdown's voice boomed from the doorway, silencing them both. "Starscream, get out. Knock Out, get ready for work. You're going to be late."

Starscream flicked his wings at Knock Out before storming out. He paused when he saw Fracture looking out his berthroom door, trying to figure out why there was so much shouting.

"Hi." Starscream smiled at him.

Fracture closed his door.

Starscream vented a sigh and walked down the stairs, listening to Breakdown following him to make sure he left.

"I'll investigate this." Breakdown assured the Seeker. "Just delete the messages and block his number."

"I'm sorry he used you."

"I mean, if being used by him means fragging him…" He smirked. "I am okay with it."

Starscream rolled his optics. No wonder he couldn't control his mate… He was only around for the interface.

---

Despite the gross porn sent to him, Starscream was still eager to go over for his visitation with Fracture. After all, it was a special visitation. Fracture was turning 9 stellar cycles!

The Seeker took the orbital cycle off, and was getting ready to leave when he got a new message. He looked at it, his optics narrowing. Knock Out had sent him a picture of the doctor with Fracture, the two smiling at the camera. The text under the image read, "9 stellar cycles old! Look how happy he is with me." Then a little devil faced emoji was at the end.

Starscream's engine revved. Oh, he would kill that speedster!

The Seeker stormed out of his apartment and transformed. He wouldn't be scared away from being with his son.

"Come on in." Breakdown let him inside once he arrived.

"Where is Fracture?" Starscream inquired, holding the gift he had gotten the mechling.

"I'll call him down. Help yourself to some energon."

Starscream walked to the energon room, his wings perking when he saw the large cake. It had Fracture's designation written on it, the number 9, and was clearly made by a professional.

He looked back when he heard running peds. Fracture and Wildbreak came running down the stairs and over to him, the two always together.

"What did you get me?!" Fracture quickly asked, reaching up for the box the Seeker held.

Starscream smiled, enjoying when his son was actually happy to see him. "Well, you did tell me what you wanted, so…" He handed the box over.

Fracture quickly opened it, Wildbreak jumping excitedly beside him. The mechling pulled out a new gaming console and a couple of videogames. "YES!"

Starscream fluttered his wings. He had done good.

"Hey, what do we say?" Breakdown stopped them from running off with the new gift.

"Oh," Fracture turned around. "Thank you, Starscream!"

"Yeah, thank you!" Wildbreak piped up.

Then the two ran over into the living room, excitedly connecting the console to the large screen vidscreen.

"Thank you for making sure Knock Out didn't give him that." Starscream said as he watched his son.

"The best gift should come from the one who gave him life." Breakdown smiled. "How has work been?"

"Been fine. It's not the most exciting."

"Eh, boring work is probably best. Knock Out sometimes comes home too exhausted to do anything. He just goes upstairs and passes out on the berth."

"Has it been worse lately? I haven't seen him since the porn incident."

"Yeah, the last three decacycles have been a little crazy. He is here, now, just so you're aware. He took the orbital cycle off."

"Where is he?"

"Upstairs trying to get Dead End to take a nap. I told him to behave."

"He won't."

"Probably won't…"

Starscream went over to the couch and sat down, watching the mechlings play with the new game they got. He smiled, enjoying how happy his son was. He did have to wipe some coolant away when thinking about how happy his son was here with Knock Out and his family instead of with him.

But those tears dried up when the devil came downstairs.

"Having fun?" Knock Out smiled at the mechlings.

"Yup!" Wildbreak piped up.

"Good. Carrier got you a present, too."

"What is it?" Fracture looked up at him.

"Your uncle is bringing said present. I had to keep the present at his place for a few orbital cycles so I could surprise you."

"Oh?"

"Mhmm." Knock Out then looked at Starscream and gave him this cold wink.

Starscream glared at him.

"Better be nice over there!" Breakdown called from the energon room where he was preparing lunch.

"Always, darling!" Knock Out plunked himself onto the couch, a little too close to Starscream's liking.

The mechling were too invested in their game to pay any attention to the adults. Knock Out purred his engine at Starscream, sliding down the couch some, then sexually pressing three digits against his codpiece. He stuck his glossa out at Starscream, softly making almost a moaning purr sound.

Starscream flicked his wings and growled his engine.

"Why do I hear growling?!"

"Nothing, babe!" Knock Out quickly sat up, servo removed from his codpiece, and acting like nothing had happened.

Starscream glared at Knock Out, who was looking back at him, striking an almost innocent, sexy pose. Like some pinup poster. Oh, how he wanted to tear out the speedster's optics!

The doorbell went off.

"I got it!" Knock Out stood up, flipped a very rude gesture at Starscream as he walked away, and then opened the door.

"Hey, little bro!" A grounder greeted as he stepped inside, holding a large box.

"Hey, Grit. Thank you so much for holding on to him."

"Anything for the mechlings." Grit set down the box. "Where are those mechlings?!"

"Uncle Grit!" Both Fracture and Wildbreak exclaimed as they leaped up from the floor and raced over.

Starscream raised an optical ridge. Who was this guy and why did his son know him and not him? He studied the mech, trying to remember where he's seen that face before…

Fracture and Wildbreak hugged Grit as he got on a knee to receive them. He hugged them closely, smiling.

"Look how big you two are!" Grit exclaimed. "At this rate you'll be bigger than your old mech!"

Knock Out opened the box Grit had brought in, and reached in. "Fracture, are you ready for carrier's gift?"

"Yes!" Fracture bounced over.

"Okay, I worked very hard to get him for you." Knock Out then lifted up a cyberdog puppy from the box.

"A PUPPY!" The mechlings screamed in unison, all jumping around and shrieking in excitement.

Starscream's optics widened, then narrowed. No wonder Knock Out didn't get the game console… He already had plans on how to one up the Seeker.

"Shhh, not so loud." Knock Out gestured for them to quiet down. "The rescue designated him Rubber, but you can call him something else."

Knock Out then carefully handed the puppy to Fracture, showing him how to hold the little being. Fracture hugged the puppy close, then began to cry.

"Aww, sweetie." Knock Out crouched, wiping Fracture's face with his digits. "You okay?"

"I l-love him so much." Fracture managed between sobs, Wildbreak now crying too. "Thank y-you."

"Of course, sweetie. I love you."

Starscream almost screamed. He tore his claws into the couch, tearing deep into it. He was shaking in absolute fury. He would kill this grounder!

"Go into my room. I have everything in there for the puppy. You can set up his bed and bowls in your berthroom."

Fracture and Wildbreak then ran upstairs with their puppy, eager to show him around and get him settled in. Knock Out winked at Starscream, that cruel smile on his lip plates.

"Thank you, Grit." Breakdown said as he picked up the box. "Hope he behaved while he stayed with you."

"The puppy was perfect." Grit gave a dismissive wave. "Not a single accident."

"That's why I wanted an older puppy. I already have to clean up enough messes." Breakdown pointed at Knock Out from behind the doctor's back so he wouldn't notice.

Grit chuckled. "Still fragging this loser despite what he puts you through?"

"That 'loser' is the love of my life. And, yes, I do frag him every chance I get."

Knock Out rolled his optics. "Why don't you go check on the mechlings and make sure they aren't making a mess." He then pointed at Grit. "Do you need anything?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna hop into your washroom real quick. Hit a puddle on my way over."

Starscream watched as Breakdown went upstairs to check on the younglings, and this Grit guy went into the washroom. Knock Out noticed they were now alone.

The speedster approached, then sat back on the couch. Starscream growled his engine and flared his wings. Knock Out purred his engine.

"Breakdown fragged me last night." He smiled, a servo reaching down to his codpiece. "It was so nice." His smile was so lustful now. "I can almost still feel him inside of me." His thighs squeezed together. "He's so large…." He bit his lower lip plate. "He pleasures my body just the way I like it." His other servo trailed down his chassis, from his spark to the groin. He made a soft moaning sound in his vocalizer. "And he doesn't stop his humping."

Starscream made a face when he heard Knock Out's cooling fans turn on. The grounder was turning himself on. He better not overload….

"You don't have a mech who knows how to play your body." Knock Out purred louder, rolling over on the couch, his thighs still squeezing together. "You're just fragged by whoever throws Shanix at you."

Starscream snarled at him. "You're the one acting like a whore."

"I have only one interface partner, and I'm joined with him." He opened his chest plates enough for Starscream to see the mark made on the spark casing, indicating who Knock Out was the Conjunx Endura to. "Only he is allowed to touch me."

"And yet you send me videos of yourself with him."

"Jealous?"

"No."

"You're so delusional you don't even know what a healthy relationship is. Berthing ten mechs in a night isn't a relationship."

"I am about to smack you."

"Do it. I'll call Prime."

"And I'll share your porn with your work."

"Go for it. They won't fire me."

"But your coworkers will never look at you the same."

Knock Out was about to say something when Grit exited the washroom and started to walk over. Knock Out quickly sat up, looking like he hadn't been doing anything.

"What are we doing?" Grit asked as he plopped onto the couch right between Knock Out and Starscream. "Hey," He held a servo out to Starscream. "I'm Grit. I don't believe we've met."

"Starscream." Starscream shook his servo.

"Right. Boss mech, and carrier to Fracture. Yeah, I've heard a lot about you."

"I must say, I haven't heard anything about you. Please, elaborate on your relationship to Knock Out." Starscream smiled.

"I'm his older brother. I got all the good looks!" He laughed.

"So, who was the favorite?"

"Oh, Knock Out for sure! He's the one who actually listened to sire and went to med school and got a mate!"

"Oh, you're not mated to anyone?" Starscream's wings perked.

"Nah!" Grit gave a dismissive wave. "I don't want to settle down quite yet. Not when there's so many hot mechs like yourself all over the place!"

Starscream's optics glowed brighter for a moment. "You think I'm hot?"

"Hell yeah!" Grit gave him a look, and Starscream noticed his optics darted down to the Seeker's crotch.

"Stop it." Knock Out growled.

"What?" Grit turned to him.

"You're here for my son, not to talk to a harlot." The doctor crossed his arms.

"Just trying to be friendly, you grumpy plates."

"He is very grumpy, isn't he?" Starscream glared at Knock Out.

"Maybe Breakdown needs to beat his aft some more!" He laughed. "He still putting you over his knee?"

Knock Out glared death at his brother, who only laughed louder.

"If he needs any help with that I volunteer!" He nudged Knock Out, loving pissing off his little brother. "This guy," He pointed to Knock Out while looking at Starscream. "Was the most spoiled brat ever. Anything he wanted sire and carrier would give him."

"Oh, I believe it." Starscream grunted.

"He got away with everything! In high school he bullied everyone, and never got punished for it. He's the reason so many people became drunks." He then laughed again. "There was even a rumor spread that he caused a suicide!"

"Grit, shut up." Knock Out snapped.

"No, I'm not done. At home it was no different. He would demand anything, and sire would just give it to him. The condition was that Knock Out went to med school, which he did uphold that side of the deal. What did you actually want to do? It was stupid."

Knock Out glared at him, looking a little hurt by that.

"Anyway," Grit turned back to Starscream. "This guy, spoiled all his life, partied in school, and then he meets Breakdown. Now he thinks he's hot slag all because he's only fragged Breakdown for all these vorns. The real miracle is that Breakdown hasn't divorced his aft!"

"You must know so many deep, dark, and embarrassing stories about Knock Out." Starscream said it with such fascination. "You must tell me everything."

"Oh, you have no idea the things I know. Breakdown isn't the one who first started to beat his aft. Let me tell you about his mech friend Crusher. That guy was crazy. Real kinky. Like, always had threesomes, which Knock Out was often a part of."

"Grit…" Knock Out glared.

"No, no, continue." Starscream was leaning over, enthralled by everything Grit was saying.

"Yeah, Knock Out would be in the middle of two mechs, one at the back door and one at the front door." He laughed. "This guy can take an entire spike in his throat. Crusher would film all of his interface in these threesomes and sell it off. Made a decent amount of Shanix."

"Are these videos still out there?"

"I think I might be able to find a few."

"Please, let me know if you can."

"I'll look." He winked at Starscream. "Crusher was the one who got Knock Out into the BDSM scene. He used to be able to take a lot!"

"How do you know all of this? Did you see the videos?"

"Oh, I was there. Crusher was actually my best friend at the time. Knock Out started to date him after meeting him through me. I was the camera guy."

"I want to talk to you for joors. Do you want to grab energon sometime?"

Knock Out gave the Seeker a death glare.

"What's your frequency?"

"Here." Starscream held up his wrist and they exchanged their contact info. "So, what got him from being this kinky, porn star to being so judgmental of what others do?"

"Breakdown is what happened. That guy showed up and Knock Out completely changed. No more threesomes, no more circuit boosters, no more late nights, nothing fun. He became completely dedicated to the big guy. Which is just boring." Grit made a face.

"Yes, me not doing illegal slag and having a good career is so 'boring.'" Knock Out rolled his optics.

"Our creators still don't know what Knock Out was doing." Grit chuckled.

"So, he was a slut."

"Basically!" Grit laughed. "A slut who found himself a virgin."

"Oh, so Breakdown is the pure one?"

"Yes, Breakdown never had been with anyone. He was a virgin, he then started to date this slut, and the rest was history!"

"So, would you say, Knock Out calling anyone else a slut is hypocrisy?"

"Eh, since he hasn't been a slut in so long, I guess he has changed his ways and all of that. But if he says he was never a slut, yes, he's a hypocrite and a liar!"

Starscream smirked at Knock Out. "Thank you for that, Grit."

"Wanna hear about the interface party him and the other med school students had to celebrate graduation?"

"Oh my gosh, yes!"

"No." Breakdown snapped, suddenly behind the couch. He leered over Grit. "I told you to never talk about Knock Out's past." He growled sternly, his optics narrowed.

"It came up naturally." Grit smiled innocently.

"Knock Out, should I throw him out?"

"No, it's fine." Knock Out said softly, rubbing over his faceplates. "How are the mechlings?"

"They're good." He leaned over and kissed Knock Out on the cheekplates. "I love you."

"Love you, too." Knock Out smiled up at him.

"Should I summon the mechlings so that we may eat cake? Or should I hug and kiss my beautiful mate in front of these two afts so they are so jealous of our love?" He began to kiss Knock Out more.

"Please, let's just eat the damn cake." Grit rolled his optics.

"I concur." Starscream added.

Breakdown gave Knock Out an especially firm kiss before releasing him. "Cake it is!"

Starscream raised an optical ridge, noting how Knock Out was looking up at Breakdown. He looked like he was back in high school looking at his crush. So much intense love in those optics for that truck.

"I'll help you." The red speedster got up and followed his mate to the energon room.

Grit turned to Starscream. "Guess we better get the mechlings!" He then stood up to do just that.

Wildbreak and Fracture were called down, they were given their cake, and Starscream had to watch his son go through the usual ceremony of grounder emergence cycle celebrations. But, then again Fracture wasn't a Seeker, so perhaps this was best for him.

The mechlings ran back up the stairs with their puppy once the celebration was complete, and the adults were left to clean up. Starscream helped some, keeping his distance from Knock Out. It was annoying trying to work when Breakdown kept messing with Knock Out's aft, or stopping to kiss him, or just randomly saying how beautiful Knock Out was. He was so thankful when Knock Out had to run upstairs to take care of Dead End who had just onlined from his nap.

"I'm gonna head out." Grit informed his brother-in-law.

"Thanks for coming. Fracture appreciates it." Breakdown said.

"Of course. Anything for the spawns of my bro."

Starscream flicked his wings at that.

"Do you want to take any of the cake?"

"Nah, let the mechlings enjoy it. I'll see you later!"

"Bye!"

Starscream perked his wings. "I better head out, too. I'll call you about the next visitation."

"Okay, stay safe!"

Starscream followed Grit out of the house and trotted after him. "Hey, Grit! Wait up!"

Grit stopped and looked back. "Yeah?"

Starscream stopped beside him, smiled, then took his servo in his. "I was wondering if you might like to come to my place and… Have some fun."

Grit instantly smiled, his optics glowing. "Really?"

"Yeah. That is, unless you don't think you can do me all night." His wings perked. "Can you go all night?"

Grit laughed. "I can do whatever you want me to do, and then some! You like kinky?"

"I love kinky."

"Lead the way, sweet thighs!"

Starscream did just that. He took Grit back to his apartment and brought him inside. The Seeker wasted no time in pulling the grounder into his berthroom, and then kissing him on the lip plates. Grit's engine purred, grabbing the Seeker as he kissed back, their servos soon pleasuring and roving each other's. Grit was not shy and had a servo grabbing Starscream's codpiece in no time. Starscream purred his engine, allowing the grounder to have free range over his body.

"I want you to be rough." The Seeker ordered, his wings fluttering.

"No need to tell me twice, beautiful." Grit pushed Starscream towards the berth.

Starscream released the grounder, turned around, and removed his codpiece. Grit grasped his hips, pressing himself against Starscream's backside. The jet looked back at the grounder as he lay on the berth, his peds remaining on the floor. Grit opened his codpiece and let his spike out. It wasn't Megatron's but it wasn't anything to be ashamed of.

Starscream spread his legs, purred his engine, and watched as Grit prepared himself, then pushed in. The Seeker gasped, wings fluttering some more. Grit grasped the flier's waist, then began to thrust, going at a fast pace. Starscream unsubspaced his communicator, held it up, and replicated that first image Knock Out had sent him. His face visible, smiling, his aft there with Grit's spike clearly going inside of him. He then took another photo so that Grit's face was visible.

"Oh… Harder." Starscream moaned. "Destroy me!"

Grit chuckled. "I'll make you scream, sexy, don't worry."

Starscream turned on the video and began to record, making sure you could see Grit clearly humping him.

"Oh! Oh, hah, oh, Grit!" He moaned loudly. "Oh, harder! Oh, this is amazing! Ah! Ah, oh, my… Mmmm!"

The grounder was good. Starscream didn't have to fake his moans as the grounder did go hard and faster, really turning on the Seeker and making him grasp at the berth top. Grit grasped Starscream's nape and pressed his face into the berth. He began to go faster as he felt his overload nearing. Starscream pushed back against him, genuinely smiling. This was the best frag he had in… Forever! What more could he make this grounder do to him?

"Oh, Grit! Oh, don't stop. Oh! Hah, ah!"

The Seeker kept taking pictures best he could, but it was hard between the writhing, and grasping the berth top, and wanting to just offline his optics and enjoy this. His wings fluttered when Grit finally overloaded, sending him into climax as well.

"Ahh!" He yelped, not expecting that to feel as good as it did.

Grit pulled out, panting as he sat on the berth. "Liked that, Seeker?"

Starscream rolled over onto his back, panting as well, his cooling fans whirling loudly. "That was amazing. I greatly enjoyed that."

Grit lied back so he was lying beside the Seeker. "Told you I was good."

"You certainly weren't lying."

"I always leave my partners satisfied." He boasted.

Starscream fluttered his wings. "Do more to me."

Grit's smile grew, all the lust returning. "Like…?"

"Whatever you want. Give it to me hard. Make me scream. Whatever kinky stuff you also want to do to me. I have manacles."

Grit sat up. "Missionary?"

Starscream hesitated, after all, Megatron liked that position, but he nodded. Grit got over the Seeker and helped him get his legs over his hips. He penetrated the Seeker once again, then leaned over him.

"I want my designation screamed." The grounder winked.

"Make me, then." Starscream fluttered his wings, grabbing his communicator again.

Grit kissed the Seeker on the lip plates, and Starscream got a picture of it. Then, he began to thrust. Starscream looked up into those red optics, but they were nothing like those other pair of optics that usually were over him in this position. These weren't filled with anger or hate. They were lustful, yes, but also there was joy there, and playfulness, and kindness. He liked these optics.

He lolled his helm back, moaning loudly as Grit thrust into him, going hard and fast. It wasn't like Megatron where he just felt the pain in his valve. No, his entire body shuddered with each thrust, it sending waves of pleasure through him. He couldn't help but smile.

Maybe this is what Knock Out felt like when he fragged Breakdown?

He opened his chest plates, revealing his spark. Grit smirked, opening his own. Starscream gasped when he felt the grounder, the tendrils of their sparks entangling, so different from when he did this with Megatron. It felt amazing.

He took a picture of their spark connection, making sure the other connection was also visible.

Grit grasped the Seeker tightly, focusing on his humping, never breaking optic contact with the jet.

Starscream cried out when he finally overloaded, sparkbonding with Grit. The force of the bonding sending waves of ecstasy through his entire frame, causing him to shiver.

Grit panted over him, riding out his own overload. "Enjoyed that, too?"

"I loved that!" Starscream fluttered his wings. "Where have you been all my life? I need you to frag me constantly to make up for all the nights we've missed!"

Grit chuckled. "I'm good with that."

"I need you to get kinky with me."

"Sure! What do you want?"

"I need you to put me over your knee."

"Ha!" Grit laughed. "So you like some BDSM, too. Great!" He pulled out and folded over his plates. "But I'll warn you, I hit hard and never show mercy."

"Perfect." Starscream smirked as he folded his own plates and sat up. "I need you to really give it to me."

Grit gestured to his lap. "How many?"

Starscream lied over and held up the camera. "Stop when I can't even sit down."

"I like you."

Starscream winced when the first hard slap across his aft made contact. Grit wasn't lying when he said he hit hard… The Seeker took several photos showing his face, his aft, and Grit clearly striking it hard. He then turned on the video and recorded the merciless aft beating, making sure each strike was visible, and his wincing face. He still smiled and winked at the camera.

"Ow… Hit hard enough, ow, to leave a mark. I want your, ow, servo imprinted where everyone, ow, can see." Starscream ordered.

"Are you looking for pain or are you looking for me to mark you?"

"Both."

"Got anything I can use?" He aimed his servo and then brought it down as hard as he could, leaving a good dent in the Seeker's aft.

"Ah!" Starscream yelped, then fluttered his wings. "I do actually. But if you use them on me, you also have to put a vibrator in me."

"You are my kind of interface partner! Where are your toys?"

"Top drawer."

Grit pushed the Seeker off his lap, got up, and went to the drawer. He smirked as he grabbed a vibrator, manacles, and an energy tawse.

"Grab the switch. I want the marks visible." Starscream ordered.

Grit did so and returned. Soon, the Seeker was back over his lap, wrists manacled, and his aft being brutally struck by a tawse and switch, with a vibrator inside of him making him moan between his yelps of pain.

When he finally overloaded from that, and his aft was covered in dents, Grit once more got inside of him and fragged him. Then they took a break before fragging again.

Starscream stood in front of a mirror and took a picture of his aft, making sure Grit was visible in the background. He then got in berth, with Grit behind him, spooning him with an arm around his waist. He took a couple of pictures of that.

And when they onlined in the morning, Starscream got over Grit, kissed him, and soon was riding him, making sure to hold up the camera and take a picture of him smiling, and Grit below him groaning loudly.

---

Knock Out lied on his berth, recharging peacefully, Breakdown behind him, an arm wrapped around his mate's waist, holding him close. Knock Out's optics slowly onlined as his communicator beeped. Being a doctor, he couldn't turn it off, as an emergency could happen at any time. Due to this, he had to look at whatever message it was he received, even if it was his orbital off and he was still recharging in his Conjunx Endura's warm, strong arms.

The speedster sleepily reached over and took the communicator off the nightstand. He faintly smiled when Breakdown stirred in his recharge and squeezed his mate a little tighter. He turned on the screen, an optical ridge rising when he saw Starscream was the one who had sent him something.

He pressed the message, then his optics widened. First, it was the picture of Starscream over Grit's lap having it slapped. Then the aftermath of his aft destroyed with Grit in the background. Then, him lying over the berth and Grit behind him fragging. And then them in missionary, and then sparkbonding, and then Starscream riding Grit, and then them recharging together.

Knock Out's entire body began to shake in pure, unadulterated, unholy rage. His optics narrowed, glowing brightly, his engine revving, claws squeezing the communicator so tightly it cracked, and jaws clenching.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Breakdown startled online, jumped back, and fell off the berth as Knock Out shrieked as loud as he could, and held that note.

Knock Out got out of berth, still shrieking, and threw the communicator across the room. Still shrieking the same note, he flipped over his nightstand, then threw pillows onto the floor, and kicked the wall.

Breakdown was backed in a corner now, petrified, watching his mate holding this horrible scream.

Knock Out, still on the same scream, picked the communicator back up, dialed the number, and waited. Still holding the same scream, his brother answered the call. All Knock Out could do was scream into the phone.

Grit, who was lying beside Starscream, winced at the scream. Starscream could hear it, and the largest, most devilish grin etched itself over his visage, as his optics narrowed. The Seeker couldn't help but cruelly giggle.

"Whoa, what is going on?!" Grit yelled into the communicator. "Knock Out, are you okay? Is someone hurting you?!"

The scream finally came to an end. "WHAT THE FRAG?! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Another scream started up.

Grit just looked at the communicator as if his brother had lost his mind.

"Sweetie…" Breakdown cautiously approached his mate. "What is happening? I am genuinely terrified right now. You're not possessed, are you?"

Fracture, Wildbreak, and Dead End all poked their helms inside, having been onlined by the screaming. They were all very concerned with wide optics.

Knock Out threw the communicator back down and kept screaming. As if he was approaching a dangerous beast who could lunge and rip out his spark, Breakdown slowly made his way over to his mate. He hesitated, then touched Knock Out's shoulder. Shockingly, he wasn't instantly mauled to death. He took that good sign to place both servos on the shoulders of Knock Out.

Knock Out finished this second scream, his engine revving, snarling with gritted denta, looking like he was about to murder someone.

"Love of my life who loves me so much he would never kill me, what's wrong?" Breakdown asked, trying to keep his face as far away as possible so his optics couldn't be gouged out.

"I…." Knock Out hissed, still trembling with the wrath of hell, his vocalizer sounding so…. Demented and raw. "Will…. Kill him."

"Kill who? Not me, right?"

"That miserable, flying whore…." His claws were clenching and unclenching, as if strangling an invisible neck.

Breakdown sighed heavily. "What did Starscream do?"

"He fragged Grit."

"… He what?"

"I'm going to murder him." Knock Out then stormed out of his room, passing the sparklings.

Breakdown watched him go, then realized he was serious and chased after him.

---

"Ouch!" Grit yelped as he was slammed against the wall, holding the wrists of his attacker.

Knock Out had his servos firmly wrapped around his brother's neck, his claws digging deeply into him, enough to cause energon to leak. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?! WHY WOULD YOU RECHARGE WITH MY ENEMY!? YOU IDIOT!"

"Knock Out, you're legit scaring me. Don't kill me!"

"I'M GOING TO DO MORE THAN JUST KILL YOU!"

"My beautiful, perfect, amazing love," Breakdown begged. "Please, don't go on a homicidal rampage. Our anniversary is coming up and I want to spend it with you outside the prison."

Knock Out ignored him. "WHERE DOES HE LIVE?!"

"If you let me live I'll show you!" Grit gasped; his air flow being cut off from how tight Knock Out was strangling him.

Knock Out finally released him. Grit almost collapsed, but caught himself, taking a moment to cycle air and cool off his systems.

"Well?" Knock Out growled.

Grit gave him a hard look, then walked to the door. Knock Out followed. Breakdown started to follow, but stopped and looked back. He couldn't leave the sparklings. He turned back and already saw the two had transformed and were speeding away. He rubbed over his faceplates in exasperation.

Grit sped across town and stopped at the apartment building where Starscream resided.

"He's in unit 412." Grit said, the both of them still in their alt modes.

"Did he ask you?"

"What?"

"Who made the first move?"

"I…" Grit began to reverse. "I am just going to leave now. Don't do anything that will get you on death row."

"You're already on death row." Knock Out growled, his engine revving.

Grit quickly turned and sped away, his engine revving loudly as he gained speed, soon far down the street. Knock Out reversed and looked back at the apartment complex. Then, he turned and drove down the street in the opposite direction. He drove around for a while, finding an area full of garbage. He transformed, and looked around until he found what he was looking for.

---

Starscream was feeling so proud of himself. Knock Out had certainly learned a valuable lesson, and maybe the miserable creep would back off.

The Seeker finished fixing his paint where his rough interface with Grit had chipped it away. He was looking good! Maybe Grit might come over again tonight….?

The former air commander walked to his front door and palmed it open. The smell was what he noticed first. He looked down, jumping back at what he saw.

It was…. He wasn't sure what it was. Looked like maybe it was a Decapodian, but it had been dead for some time. Definitely killed by a larger predator, as half of it had been eaten away. But now here it was, in front of his door, covered in mecha maggots, flies, and other Cybertronian insects. He wasn't sure what that liquid was dripping out of it, and he had been around many corpses before.

He then noticed the note. It simply read, "Your fate." He knew that handwriting.

Breakdown answered his comm link. "Yello!" He smiled.

"Your mate left a dead animal on my front step!" Starscream shouted into the comm link, grabbing a broom.

"Uhhhhhhhh, I have no knowledge of this." Breakdown said slowly. "How do you know it was him?"

"There's a note on the corpse saying, 'your fate.' That's a death threat, Breakdown. I am reporting this!" The Seeker used the broom to push the corpse away from his door, grimacing at the disgusting goo smearing along the floor, and the writhing mecha maggots.

Breakdown rubbed over his faceplates. "I'll talk to him…" He grumbled.

"Talking doesn't work. You keep talking and talking and talking! I want actual action!"

"Starscream, I will very sternly speak to him."

"That's not good enough."

"What do you want me to do?! I can't lock him up! He has a job."

"Maybe you should tie him to a post and give him a good old fashion flogging."

Breakdown narrowed his optics. "You know I would never do that to him. And it would just make him angrier, and he'd burn down the city."

Starscream pushed the corpse into the elevator and pressed it to go down but didn't get on. Someone else can deal with it. "I am sending in the report to the police. I'm going to Prime!"

Breakdown looked up when Knock Out walked in. "Babe, could you come here for a sec?"

"No, I need to take a shower." Knock Out said as he walked to the washroom, keeping his servos held up, clearly not wanting them to touch anything.

Breakdown narrowed his optics. "You did put a corpse on Starscream's front door, didn't you?"

"Oh, is that him?" Knock Out smiled. "Glad he knows it was me."

"He's making a police report."

"I'll be home! Send them my way!" He then walked into the washroom.

Breakdown growled his engine as he heard the water turn on. "I am terribly sorry, Starscream. You do what you must. I'll…. Discuss this at length with him."

Starscream tossed the broom out the window, ignoring the yelp of pain from below. "I'm sure he'd enjoy that… You probably will just frag him."

"Bye, Starscream." Breakdown hung up.

Starscream hung up as well. He flicked his wings, looking at the dried puddle and dying mecha maggots now left to deal with.

He would get back at Knock Out for this… This was far from over!

---

"Oh, hah, keep going!" Starscream moaned as he lay over the berth, peds on the ground, his servos grasping the berth top. His wings fluttered, smiling as he enjoyed being pounded into.

Grit panted over him, thrusting hard and fast into the Seeker, one servo holding the Seeker's wing while the other gripped the thin waist.

"I don't plan on stopping!" Grit laughed, then leaned in closer. "I never stop when I have a glitch right where I want him." He chuckled.

"Beneath you?"

"Moaning helplessly." He smirked. "Now, scream my designation."

"Hah, you should, oh, frag me harder for that!"

"Insatiable, aren't you?" Grit pulled the wing he held back, then focused on thrusting as hard as he could.

"Ah! Nrrrgh! Primus!" Starscream fluttered the wing not being held.

He grasped the berth, his peds scraping against the floor, writhing beneath this grounder, the sensation painful, but amazing. He loved it. He loved this grounder being inside of him. The way he held him wasn't like Megatron, all about power and control. No, he held him simply to hold him, to keep him in place so he could better frag him. He grabbed his wings, but never painfully. Everything this grounder did was intended to ensure both of them enjoyed the interface.

It would be his luck if he found a sparkmate in his enemy's brother….

"Ahh!" Starscream yelped as he finally overloaded, moaning loudly as the extra energy coursed through his systems.

Grit paused, his servos feeling over the Seeker's frame, stroking that thin body, then trailing along the wings.

"You good?" He asked between pants.

"Mmmm." Starscream purred his engine, wings fluttering. "I'm amazing. Keep doing more to my body."

Grit giggled. "Yes, sir! I know something you'll love."

"I love this."

"Well, love more."

"You have yet to make me not love what you do to me. Go for it."

Grit pulled out and helped the Seeker roll onto his back. He adjusted Starscream's legs over his hips, as he remained standing, then reentered the flier. He concentrated, smirked, then gave the Seeker a thrust. He shifted himself some more, then thrust again. This time, Starscream's optics widened.

"There it is!" Grit laughed, grabbing the jet's hips firmly. "Time to destroy you."

Starscream bit his lower lip plate as the grounder began to thrust, hitting his primary sensory node, something Megatron always managed to miss. He whined, grasping at the berth top, arching his spinal strut, and soon making a moaning whimper.

Grit leaned over, thrusting harder, his servo grasping Starscream's neck. The Seeker flinched, used to Megatron always grabbing him like that, but with the amazing sensation below, he immediately knew it wasn't Megatron. He helplessly looked into those red optics, the sensation filling his entire being, making him want to scream, to push into the mech, and also pull away. It was such a weird feeling that was both amazing and too much. He never had been stimulated like this before.

He was keeping Grit forever!

That grounder just smirked above him, knowing exactly what he was doing to the Seeker. And he only thrust harder, focusing on making sure every single thrust hit that Seeker right on the primary sensory node.

"Say my designation." He purred.

Starscream whined. "Grit…"

"Louder."

"Grit."

"Scream it."

"Mmmm! Grit!"

"Now say, 'you have the biggest spike, Grit.'"

Starscream managed to give him a look between his whining. "You… Nrrrghhh! You have the, ah! Biggest spike, Grit!"

"And don't you forget it!" Grit laughed. "Should I finish you? Or have you been bad and should be left to suffer?"

"No, be kind. Mmmmm!"

"Surely, you've been bad. You are a Decepticon after all."

"If you, mmm, don't finish me I'll-"

"You'll what? Hmm? You won't hurt me. You need me to finish you off, remember?"

"You can, hah, do anything to me. I'm, mmnnnrrrr, I'm all yours!"

Grit smirked. "I can work with that!" He laughed, then opened his chest plates.

Starscream opened his own chest plates, never looking away from those optics above him. The way Grit looked down at him, how he was smiling, everything about his visage was just so… Kind. He was enjoying this, not just for his own sexual satisfaction, but enjoying making this Seeker feel good. The lust wasn't overtaking, it was there but… In the background. This grounder was having fun with Starscream.

The Seeker swallowed, not sure if he was falling in love with that face, or just really amazed by it. He hadn't seen a face looking at him like that before.

He was shaken out of his reverie by his overload. He cried through the spark bond, Grit also climaxing with him. The grounder panted above him, the warm exhales caressing the Seeker's faceplates. Then, Grit kissed him on the lip plates. Starscream smiled, wings fluttering.

"Okay, cool down time." Grit pulled out and sat on the berth.

Starscream sat up, folding his plates back into place. He fluttered his wings, unable to stop smiling. Grit leaned back on his servos, panting softly, but still smiling.

"Want to spend the night?" Starscream perked his wings.

"Hell yeah!" Grit winked at him. "Can I perform unspeakable acts on that aft of yours?"

"My aft is all yours."

"Yes!" He fist pumped. "I hope you hate sitting because I want to make sure you never can do that again."

"What else can you do to me besides beating my aft, destroying my valve, and spark bonding?"

"Have you ever taken it in the waste port?"

"Can't say I have."

Grit then finger gunned him with both servos as he clicked with his glossa. "I'll destroy that next. And those wings look like they could use some playing with, too. Have you ever tried electric shock? Do it just right and it's amazing."

"Have you been with many and learned all of this from your partners?"

"Some partners, some porn." He laughed. "You're in good servos, don't worry."

"I'm not worried."

"But, I can't stay up all night. I do plan on visiting the nephews tomorrow."

Starscream perked his wings. "Oh, might I come along?"

"I don't know… Little bro really hates you…" He scratched his nape.

"I have visitation rights with my son, so…"

"Yeah, but those are for different orbital cycles. Knock Out is very strict how he schedules things…."

"I'm sure he won't mind too much."

"He will… But if you want to come… I can't stop you."

Starscream smiled.

---

Grit walked up to the door, venting a sigh, not sure about this. Starscream stood behind him, wings perking, smiling. The speedster pressed the door chime and waited. Breakdown soon opened the door.

"Hey, Grit, what's-" He paused. "Um, I'm sorry, Starscream, visitation is in three orbital cycles."

"I know. I thought I'd tag along with Grit." Starscream replied calmly.

"Starscream… Knock Out is home. He's working night shift so is currently home…. Right now." Breakdown tried to explain.

"That's fine." Starscream said it resolutely.

Breakdown vented a sigh. "If you come in…. I'll have to reschedule the visitation."

"We can discuss that later."

Breakdown rolled his optics. "Fine, come in. But don't piss off Knock Out."

The Seeker smiled as he walked inside with Grit. His wings perked seeing Fracture playing with the puppy, and Wildbreak also there. Then, he saw the devil. Knock Out was on a call, sitting at the dining room table working on a datapad, while Dead End sat on his lap.

"No, if the patient is going into fuel pump failure the entire pump needs to be replaced." He paused, typing on his datapad. "Correct. I can see about that… No, he will need to be put on Ixycotil. Yes, with… one vial of pain dampeners. Okay, then prep him for surgery tomorrow. No, because he needs time to-" He paused, noticing Starscream. His optics narrowed. "Flatline, is there, correct? Good. Listen, I need to go. Flatline has dealt with fuel pump failure in a minicon before. Ask him about the surgery prep and I will see you tonight in emergency. No, I'm doing emergency. I have surgeries in two orbital cycles. Yes, affirmative. Okay, bye."

He hung up and slammed the communicator down onto the table a little too hard, never looking away from the Seeker. His engine growled, claws scraping across the tabletop before he forced himself to turn back to his datapad and resume typing.

"What is that thing doing in my house?" He growled, aggressively typing, ignoring Dead End bouncing on his lap.

"He followed me inside." Grit smiled. "How's work, little bro? Working you hard, I see!"

"Take it back outside and dump it where you found it." Knock Out snapped.

"Knock Out, come on, not in front of the sparklings."

"I don't have time for arguing, Grit." Knock Out snapped. "I am reviewing patient charts."

"Why don't you do work at work?"

"I can't because we are severely understaffed! I have five surgeries in the next three orbital cycles alone! I lost a patient an orn ago and I-" He raised a servo, then slowly clasped it into a fist. "I can't, Grit. I am not dealing with this. I have enough to deal with between work, and that idiot, and the sparklings, and family drama, and the miscarriage, and just…." He inhaled and then exhaled slowly, trying to calm himself down. "Take him back outside. Please, not tonight."

"It's just a movie. Can't we enjoy movie night? No one even talks." Grit patted his brother's shoulder.

"Not with him." Knock Out snapped, typing some more on his datapad.

"I think you're just stressed because of work. You need to relax, little bro!"

"Don't look over my shoulder." Knock Out moved the screen away. "Patient confidentiality."

"You're trying to change the subject."

"No, I'm trying to do my job. I am literally saving lives here. Can you please… Back up. You can't look at my work."

"He's looking." Grit pointed at Dead End.

"He can't read."

Dead End giggled, proud of the fact he had no idea what it even meant.

"Sweetie, do you want to work in our room? I'll start the movie and Starscream can leave right after it. He'll get his visitation in for the orn and we'll be good." Breakdown suggested.

Knock Out typed some more before locking the tablet and subspacing it. "Why the frag did you have to invite him on Fracture's emergence cycle?"

"What?"

"We have been making sure Starscream never met any of my family, and it was going great! Then you had to invite him over when you knew Grit was bringing the puppy over!"

"Let's keep Diesel out of this."

Knock Out stood, putting Dead End on his hip. "If you hadn't slagged up that idiot wouldn't have hooked up with the other idiot!"

"Hey…." Grit gave his brother a look.

"He would sooner or later meet someone from your family!" Breakdown threw up his servos. "They are here all the time!"

"Grit could still be protected from that whore had you just fragging thought!"

"You need to watch how you speak to me." Breakdown said it sternly.

"No! You slagged up, Breakdown! ARGH! All you've been doing is slagging up left and right! You screwed up the hearing! You screwed this up! You-"

"If you want to yell at me let's go into our room and yell. But you will not talk to me like this in front of my sons."

"I will talk to you however I please when you are being such a slagging idiot! Do not touch me." He jabbed a digit at Breakdown when the truck started to approach.

"No, we are taking this upstairs. Get it out of your system, as you always do, and I'll just take it."

"This is why I'm still single." Grit whispered to Starscream.

"I am not 'getting it out' of my system. I am telling you how you fragged up! I wanted to move to hide from that slagger, but you keep saying he has some right to Fracture!"

"He does!" Breakdown threw his arms up. "For the love of all that's good, Knock Out, you can't move away and just disappear with Fracture!"

"You won't even stand up against him when he said what he said about my miscarriage!" The coolant began to pool in Knock Out's optics. "Why does he matter more than me?!"

"HE DOESN'T!"

"It feels like he does!"

"Go upstairs, Knock Out!"

"I am so fragging tired of you!"

"Oh my god…." Breakdown rolled his optics, clearly not the first time he heard this.

"It's always someone else that comes before me!" Coolant was now streaming down Knock Out's cheekplates.

"Maybe you should go…." Breakdown grunted at Grit.

"No, Starscream is the one who needs to leave!"

"Knock Out…"

"I just…" Knock Out stopped when his communicator started to go off. He looked at it and growled in frustration. "I want him gone." He answered the call. "Knock Out. Yes, no… No, it's fine. He needs a full energon transfer. What is his status?" He gave a glare to Starscream before turning and walking to the stairs, then climbing it. "No, the readings sound stable. Okay, let me pull up the file on my end and I'll walk you through the transfer process."

Grit whistled. "That was fun." He turned to the mechlings who were holding Diesel close, obviously uncomfortable by the shouting. "Hey, guys! How about we get that movie started and Uncle Grit gets you some goodies! Yeah?"

Fracture slowly got up, picking up his puppy and walking to the couch.

"Why do you guys have to fight?" Wildbreak asked softly, on the verge of crying.

"Because sometimes grownups don't know how to behave." Breakdown picked up his son and gave him a hug. He then turned to Starscream. "You can stay for the movie, but then you have to leave. And never come over uninvited ever again."

"Apologies." Starscream held up his servos in a peaceful manner. "I didn't think it would be such a big deal."

"No, you knew exactly what you were doing." Breakdown grunted, walking by the Seeker to take his son to the couch.

Grit brought over a couple of large bowls of energon goodies and sat on the couch. Starscream sat beside him and leaned into his frame. Grit smirked, stuffing his face already with the goodies. Breakdown sat on the couch and placed the mechlings on his lap.

They were about two breems into the movie when Knock Out came back down the stairs with Dead End. He didn't say anything, just walked over, sat beside Breakdown, and curled into his mate's chassis. Breakdown wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close.

Starscream looked over Grit to study the mated pair, seeing how Breakdown held the speedster. They were snuggled so naturally, their love for each other evident in how they held each other, even after a nasty argument. Breakdown then kissed Knock Out, and they whispered some things to each other.

Starscream looked at Grit, then tried to snuggle against him the same way Knock Out was snuggled against Breakdown, but the grounder didn't put his arm around him, or did anything Breakdown was doing. Grit was far too invested in the movie and his energon goodies.

Starscream sighed, finding himself constantly glancing over at the Conjunxes Endurae, and feeling jealous of that relationship. At least, the snuggling part he was jealous of. He didn't care for the arguing.

It was nearly a joor later when Knock Out's communicator went off again. He looked at it, sighed, then answered it.

"Knock Out." He paused. "Prep him for surgery. Reroute his fuel into the filter and cut off sensory nodes from the central point to 86, and fuse the lower leg hydraulics." He got up as he was talking. He kissed Breakdown on the lip plates, then blew kisses at the sparklings. "No, get his spark charged. He cannot go into stasis lock."

He kept speaking as he trotted to the front door and out. They heard him transform and speed away.

"That is why I refused to go to med school." Grit grunted, still stuffing his face. "You get no orbital cycles off."

Starscream looked over at Breakdown and the sparklings, but they clearly had experienced Knock Out rushing out many times before. They continued to watch their movie and eat as if it was perfectly normal for their carrier to just leave like this.

Starscream bit his lower lip plate, feeling a bit bad that Knock Out had to leave his sparklings at such random times when he should be there enjoying them. Then again, he did steal his own son, so frag him! Hopefully the hospital keeps him working every orbital cycle!

The movie ended several breems later and Knock Out still hadn't returned.

"Okay, time for recharge!" Breakdown announced.

"Do they not wait for Knock Out to come back home?" Starscream perked his wings.

"Oh, we never know when he'll get back. He was working a night shift, so he'll probably just have to start that four joors early." Breakdown said as he picked up a recharging Dead End.

"Does he get off early because he started early?"

Breakdown snorted. "Nope! He's there for the whole shift! So, he's doing 20 joors tonight."

"His shifts are 16 joors?"

"Usually they are 10 joors, but they are understaffed. He's working double."

"When does he recharge?"

"Whenever he can get a break. Usually, a couple of breems scattered throughout the shift, and then when he's home.

"See?" Grit turned to the Seeker. "That's why I refused to become a doctor. They work you to death!"

"Yeah, Knock Out said maternity leave was the best time of his life, despite purging his tanks constantly." Breakdown commented.

"That's why doctors keep killing people! They are exhausted so aren't thinking straight." Grit shook a knowing digit in the air. "But people don't know anything about what doctors and nurses go through. It wasn't so bad before the war, but after it… Not enough doctors or nurses, everyone is now having sparklings, no one is becoming doctors, and so we have too many people, not enough doctors. And then people keep being idiots and getting themselves injured, or getting sick, and taking more time away. All because they had to be stupid."

"Regardless of how someone ends up in a hospital, be thankful we have doctors like my mate who will leave their sparklings to go take care of strangers."

"Knock Out is too nice." Grit grunted. "I don't want to be taking care of strangers lying on a medberth, vomiting all over themselves, and releasing their waste tanks… It's…. Not for me!"

"Anyway," Breakdown turned off the vid screen. "Time for the mechlings to go to berth, and for you two to head out."

"Thanks for taking care of my brother and the nephews!" Grit smiled as he stood up. "You're the best, bro-in-law!" He fist bumped the truck. "Let me know if you need me to grab anything for you."

"I always do."

Grit started to walk for the door, and Starscream followed. He waved at Fracture, but Fracture ignored him to pick up the puppy and go upstairs. The Seeker sighed.

Grit held the door open for Starscream as they stepped out, then closed it. "So… Where to?"

Starscream smiled. "My place?"

Grit smirked. "Awesome."

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These bitches just keep getting more dramatic, don't they?

Knock Out's scream was inspired by Regina George's scream from "Mean Girls."

G1 Knock Out is actually part of a group, with Grit being a partner. So, adapting Grit to the Primeverse we made him a brother instead. I suggested this to my friend who loved the idea. I think it was my idea to also have Knock Out send the porn pics, and my friend then wanted Starscream to interface Grit. I provided the Regina George scream.

I also thought of the puppy. I think Knock Out would do anything to piss off Starscream even if it means getting a puppy who would jump on him and damage his paintjob. But he does love the babies so wants them to be happy no matter what.

Poor Breakdown... He's the only sensible one when these two are involved.

I also thought about the animal corpse being used as a threat.

Some foreshaddowing in this chapter, too!

This chapter and the previous probably have been my most favorite ones to write for this story because this is like... The pettiest they have gotten. They are such brats. Absolute petty bitches. No voice of reason, here! Just anger, hate, and wanting to harm the other. All over a child.

Also, remember everyone Knock Out is dealing with a miscarriage so his emotions also are not in a good place. He's very depressed over it. So that also is making things worse. His depression over losing his baby, Starscream's anger over Fracture being taken, and you have a bad mix.