"Your brother is such an aft."
"He can be, yeah." Grit nodded, lying on the berth, an arm wrapped around Starscream's shoulders as the Seeker cuddled against him, resting his helm on Grit's chestplates.
They had been fragging, and now were relaxing, cooling off their systems. Starscream was enjoying the snuggles, something Grit didn't give unless he had overloaded several times.
"Was he always so… 'follow my rules or else?'"
"I mean… He has always been one to think himself better than everyone else."
"He keeps calling me a whore and yet I've learned he has been with multiple people. You should elaborate more on that."
"Oh, yeah, he's been with a few people. His first was a speedster designated Tapout. They started dating in high school like… They were juniors. And, unbeknownst to our creators, still to this orbital cycle, Tapout is the one who took Knock Out's virginity."
"So, he lost his virginity as a teen?" Starscream perked his wings.
"Yup! Tapout was a nice guy, probably why him and Knock Out didn't work out. Knock Out was a bully at the time. Tapout probably got laid by him because he was a good-looking mech. They were together until graduation. After graduation, Knock Out eventually started to date this guy, Fusion. Fusion was a working class, not something our creators liked. He was nice, too. They were together through most of Knock Out's undergrad. Not sure how much they were doing each other as they both were studying and going to classes, but I know they weren't waiting until joining!
"Then, they broke up because of career differences. Knock Out was going into medical, and Fusion was going into legal. Shortly after that I introduced Knock Out to Crusher, who was a tank. I knew Crusher from my undergrad. He was… A crazy guy. He's the one who did all the crazy stuff with Knock Out: Threesomes, oral, lots of crazy BDSM. Like Knock Out tied up he couldn't move and getting his aft absolutely beaten to nothing by whips and cables and all of that, then fragged hard. Like, screaming the whole-time kind of crazy. Not sure how much they fragged in private, but I saw the porn they made… Filmed a lot of it.
"Knock Out wasn't with him very long. He definitely changed during that time. Became way grouchy.
"He eventually dated a two-wheeler designated Shootout. They were together before Knock Out got into medical school. Shootout didn't seem like a bad guy. He was definitely very weird. I don't know what brought their breakup, Knock Out never disclosed it with me.
"Then came the guy Knock Out was with for some of his time in med school."
"He dated a lot of people in a short amount of time." Starscream commented.
"Yeah, five guys in ten stellar cycles, basically. But, the guy in med school was Ripcoil. He introduced Knock Out to some serious circuit boosters. Now, Knock Out had done a few with Crusher, but it wasn't like the kind that can kill you. It was those that get you high and that's it. Ripcoil introduced him to some more serious ones. They did parties, they would snort up circuit boosters… I think Ripcoil did a lot of very rough interface with him. He never told me what happened when they were alone, but I did see some evidence of it.
"They had been together like a stellar cycle when I saw Knock Out with the shattered optic. That was enough for me. Me and my friends grabbed metal bars and went straight to Ripcoil's dorm. Beat him nearly to death. I was in prison for seven stellar cycles, but I'd do it all over again. Anything for my brother.
"Ripcoil was in the hospital, I was in jail, and Knock Out was focusing on his school. He graduated with honors, and I was able to get that orbital cycle free to be there for him. Then they threw me back in prison." He smirked. "Our creators were so embarrassed. One son is graduating med school and the other is there with chains on his ankles and a prison guard watching. Our sire was looking like he wanted to strangle me.
"After Knock Out graduated he got a job at the local hospital. He was there for like… Five stellar cycles before he transferred to another city to work at the emergency clinic there. He was there for…. Like three stellar cycles when he met the delivery mech who would bring supplies like metal, cleaning supplies, all that stuff. They needed that stuff delivered every orn and it was always dropped off by the same mech.
"And that mech was Breakdown. Breakdown saw Knock Out when he needed a firm signed, and he became obsessed over my brother. As he tells the story he, 'instantly needed to know everything about' Knock Out. So, he would always look for Knock Out whenever he made a delivery and talk to him. And eventually he learned when Knock Out was on break, so he would time his deliveries to be done right when Knock Out was going on break, and then go and sit with him during the break.
"Knock Out wasn't looking for a relationship at the time, because of what happened with Ripcoil and me being sent to prison, but Breakdown is stubborn. Eventually, they did start to date, and this time Knock Out did it slow, and four stellar cycles later I found out they moved to the next level of their relationship and were fragging. Which then led to them moving in together, and very quickly after that Breakdown proposed… And there was the massive wedding, and they've been a sappy, loving couple ever since.
"And they got together in the nick of time, because the war started only a few stellar cycles after their wedding. He's not very bright sometimes, but I'm so thankful for Breakdown. During the war I was separated from Knock Out, but I knew he was safe. Breakdown would never leave his side. Knock Out would survive because he had Breakdown… And he did. I sometimes think what it would be like to have my own Breakdown… Someone I would love so much, share all my secrets with, someone who would murder for me, and put up with me being a brat…" He then shrugged. "But being free is way more fun." He chuckled. "No arguing! No sparklings! Just me, myself, and I!"
Starscream looked up at him. "Surely you don't want to be single forever?"
"Eh… Maybe if I do find the right person I'll settle down. But they need to be very special."
Starscream smirked. He was special!
"Anyway, enough about my bratty brother!" He waved a servo . "Want to get back to fragging?"
"Yes, please!" Starscream smiled.
"He's just being a complete jerk." Knock Out spoke on his communicator as he sat at the dining room table. "I don't know what to do with him!"
"I can't make your brother stop being with that disgusting flier, sweetie. You know he doesn't listen to me." The femme on the communicator spoke.
"Can't you at least try to talk to him?"
"Who you talking to?" Wildbreak inquired as he approached.
"I'm talking to grandcarrier." Knock Out answered him.
"I WANNA TALK TO GRANDCARRIER!" Wildbreak reached for the communicator.
"Sweetie, carrier needs to talk to grandcarrier first." Knock Out gestured for him to leave.
"Grancuhreeor!" Dead End hustled over, falling over once, but quickly getting back up and running to his carrier.
"I'll let you talk to grandcarrier in a bit." Knock Out rubbed over his faceplates.
"What's going on?" Breakdown asked as he walked over.
"Grandcarrier is on the comms!" Wildbreak announced.
"Oh, really?" Breakdown looked over at his mate. "Is this true?"
Knock Out rolled his optics.
"I wanna talk to her." Fracture bounded over, also excited to talk to who be believed to be his grandcarrier.
"In a moment, you guys." Knock Out grumbled.
"HI GRANDCARRIER! LOVE YOU!" Breakdown tried shouting into the communicator.
Knock Out shoved him away, then looked at Breakdown. "Carrier says 'hi' and that she loves you, too."
"Hear that?" Breakdown turned to the mechlings. "Grandcarrier loves me and only me."
"DADA, NOOOOOO!" Dead End shrieked before beginning to cry.
"UGH!" Wildbreak grabbed the top of his helm, in utter frustration. "WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS LYING!"
Fracture rolled his optics as his engine growled some.
Breakdown chuckled, so proud that his constant teasing had finally broken the mechlings.
"No… Your son-in-law is bullying my creations…" Knock Out grumbled to his carrier. "He's a pain, too."
"On three we all scream as loud as we can that we love grandcarrier." Breakdown said to the mechlings. "Okay, one… two…"
The loudest chorus of "WE LOVE YOU, GRANDCARRIER" was screamed in Knock Out's face in an attempt to ensure it was heard through the communicator.
That was it. Knock Out stood up, scooped up Dead End, and stomped away before he murdered his mate. Breakdown high fived the older mechlings, so proud that they had annoyed Knock Out so.
The speedster went up the stairs, into his room, and closed the door. He set Dead End on the floor and handed him a datapad before he sat on his berth.
"You doing alright, sweetie?" His carrier asked.
"No! I just…" Knock Out rubbed over his faceplates. "I just can't do this…. Grit is being a complete aft and fragging my worst enemy! I-I'm working so hard to protect Fracture from that idiot, and now another idiot just comes along… I… Why did Breakdown allow him to come over when he knew Grit was dropping Diesel off?"
"I told you many times that Breakdown doesn't think. He's sweet, but dumb."
"I feel like I don't matter to him anymore." Coolant began to pool in his optics. "Ever since the miscarriage I feel like he looks at me differently."
"Why do you think that?" She asked gently.
"I don't know… I just… I killed his sparkling. Why wouldn't he hate me…?"
"You didn't kill anyone, sweetspark. It was an accident."
"But I don't feel like it was. It felt like I screwed up and now Breakdown hates me, and this is how he's getting back at me. He lets that creep into my house, he lets my brother meet him, he screwed up the last hearing we had… We argue so much… We never argued before." He wiped at the coolant now leaking down his cheekplates. "I don't feel like he loves me anymore. Am I even beautiful to him still…?"
"You haven't hurt yourself, have you?"
"No…"
"You haven't thought about hurting yourself, have you?"
He paused. "Maybe…"
"Are you taking the anti-depressants?"
"Sometimes…"
"Sweetie, you know you have to take them every night."
"I know…. I just…. I feel so miserable… I feel like he's going to divorce me a-and I don't know what I'd do if he does. I'd kill myself. I can't live without him."
"He's not going to divorce you. He loves you."
"I killed his son…"
"I'm going to come over."
"You don't have to…"
"No, things have gotten out of servo. Grit is being unhelpful, your mental health is not good, and Breakdown needs to be told to his face to be better." She said it sternly.
"I just need to know if he still loves me…"
"I'll be over and I'll talk to him."
Knock Out watched Dead End playing, seeing Breakdown in that little face. "All of this is happening because of Starscream… If that idiot had never gotten sparked… If that slagging idiot had never tried to fight me over Fracture… I-I wouldn't be in this situation."
"That's why I am hiring that lawyer again. He will not take Fracture away. Fracture needs to be with his own kind, not Seekers or any fliers. You are doing everything right, sweetie. If not for you Fracture would be dead by now. That Seeker would have killed him with circuit boosters, or sold him into trafficking, or allowed the sire to beat him to death… You saved Fracture's life."
Knock Out swallowed. "But I couldn't save my own sparkling…" He began to cry. "I can't do this… I can't...!"
"I'm leaving the house, now. I'll be there soon."
Dead End stood up and walked over to his carrier, then hugged his leg. He wasn't sure why his carrier cried a lot, but he wanted to make him feel better.
Starscream dreamily looked out the window as he sat at his dining room table. He couldn't help thinking about Grit. Why was Grit so amazing to him? He fragged him so much, which meant he cared about him, and he didn't hurt him! Well, didn't hurt him that wasn't meant to be kinky. No, Grit fragged him, and was gentle, and didn't call him names. Unlike that brother of his…
Clearly, they were meant to be. Why else would Grit always be over, and on top of him, pounding him into the next vorn?
Yes, Grit and he were a thing, and he couldn't help but get excited simply thinking about Grit touching him. Too bad he looked so much like Knock Out…
The Seeker perked his wings when there was a knock at the door. They lowered, knowing who that was. He watched as the door opened, as he had been forced to give the code to his door to the brute.
"Why does it smell so bad in the hallway?" Megatron grunted, quickly closing the door behind him. "Did someone die?"
"Something like that…" Starscream grunted.
"This place looks cleaner."
"I've been cleaning more, lately. Had to get a new broom, though."
"Hmm." Megatron looked around a bit more before gesturing Starscream to follow him to the berthroom.
Starscream swallowed, his wings all the way down. He grabbed his communicator and sent a text to Grit simply say, "Have to cancel tonight. Feeling a bit ill. I'll see you orbital cycle after tomorrow?"
He got up and started for the berthroom when he received a text back, which read, "Sucks, mech. Feel better! I'm good with that. Have fun with your visitation, tomorrow!"
Starscream faintly smiled at that. But the smile quickly faded. He subspaced his communicator, approached the ex-gladiator, and soon found himself beneath the brute.
Starscream winced as he approached the front door. Megatron had not been gentle to him last night, and his valve was burning with pain. He held his box, straightened himself out, and rang the doorbell.
"Hey, come on in!" Breakdown gestured for the Seeker to enter.
"Thank you." Starscream walked in, trying to hide his discomfort, but the devil was there and noticed.
Knock Out's optics looked him up and down, his engine revving for a moment. "My brother did not do that to you." He crossed his arms. "Megatron?"
"I was talking with your brother the other night." Starscream changed the subject. "He told me all about your dating history."
"He doesn't know all about my dating life." Knock Out grunted.
"He knows enough."
"He doesn't actually."
"Well," Starscream handed the box to Breakdown, who took it. "Based off what he does know, I got you these. Use them often, Breakdown."
"Oh, is it utensils? I been meaning to get some more now since the mechlings are getting bigger." He smiled as he opened the box, but that smile soon vanished. "These aren't utensils…"
"What is it…?" Knock Out glared.
Breakdown slowly pulled out an energy whip and chains. "Um…. I am not sure I understand…?"
"It's for Knock Out." Starscream grunted. "For when you're alone with him in your room at night."
"Knock Out doesn't like whips."
"His brother told me another story."
Breakdown narrowed his optics. "Yeah? Where is Grit? How about I tear out his glossa and shove it up-"
"Breakdown." Knock Out snapped. "Don't."
"There's a ball gag in there, too. You can finally shut him up."
"Actually, that might be useful." Breakdown dug around for it.
Knock Out rolled his optics. "Fracture is in his room. Don't get comfortable. Grit won't be coming over."
"I got something else for you." Starscream unsubspaced a datapad and handed it to the speedster.
Knock Out looked at it. It was a self-help book titled, "How to Become a Less Grouchy Version of Yourself and Keep Your Friends."
Knock Out glared at the Seeker, but Breakdown laughed.
"That's actually pretty funny." The truck took it. "I'll use this as a gag gift with the ol' sire-in-law! He'd love it."
"Sire hates you enough, Breaky. Please, don't exasperate him more." Knock Out picked up Dead End who had walked over and began to pat his carrier's leg for attention.
"Grit mentioned that your creators weren't fond of Breakdown. What's up with that?" Starscream smirked, enjoying that Knock Out's family wasn't entirely perfect.
"Oh, wouldn't you like to know." Knock Out snapped.
"I would."
"You're so lucky you haven't met them, Seeker."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Knock Out's creators are big believers in…. Pedigrees." Breakdown said slowly.
Starscream took a moment before smirking, his wings perking. "That make so much sense." He turned to Knock Out. "You stole my son because you didn't want a grounder with a flier."
"I am not like my creators." Knock Out glared at him. "Go visit Fracture or leave. You will not stay in my house and mock my creators."
"That's strictly my job." Breakdown added, which earned him a murderous glare from Knock Out.
Starscream shrugged as he kept his smile, loving how much infighting was happening with the Conjunxes Endurae. "I'll let you two be."
He turned and went up the stairs. Once the Seeker was out of sight Knock Out punched Breakdown in the arm.
"What I do?" Breakdown looked at him like a kicked puppy.
"Why would you tell him my creators are like that?" He growled.
"Well, they are. Your sire still asks me if I grew up selling circuit boosters from my tent. I grew up in a nice house."
"At least he finally stopped asking you if you joined me solely for my Shanix."
Breakdown smirked. "Maybe I did."
Knock Out rolled his optics.
Starscream walked into Fracture's room, his wings perking. "Hey, Fracture."
"Hi, Starscream." Fracture waved, looking up from his homework.
"What you got there?"
"Geography."
"Doesn't sound like fun."
"It's not bad."
Starscream sat on the berth beside his son. "Anything interesting happen lately?" He reached over to stroke the top of Fracture's helm, but the mechling jerked it away.
"No. Just school. Played at some friend's house yesterday." He paused. "What's divorce? Carrier and grandcarrier said something about 'divorce' but when I asked carrier he told me it's nothing."
Starscream's wings perked, and his smile grew. "Oh, divorce is a good thing."
"What is it?"
"It's when joined couples take their relationship to the next level. They become very happy. You should tell Knock Out and Breakdown to get a divorce."
"How do they get happier?"
"Oh, more financial freedom, no arguing, all of that."
"They do argue a lot… Divorce would stop that?"
"Yup!"
"How?"
"It's a little complicated, but it basically makes a couple less stress and have things to worry about." Starscream explained.
"Okay… So, if they get a divorce all the arguing will end?"
"Just like that."
Fracture smiled. "Okay, I'll tell them they should get a divorce."
"Thatamechling." Starscream evilly smiled.
Knock Out lied in his berth, optics dim, not looking at anything as he thought. Breakdown walked into the berthroom and closed the door behind him.
"Mechlings are recharging, finally." He smiled. "Even Diesel is passed out." He chuckled, walking around the berth to his side.
The truck climbed into berth and lied behind his mate. He wrapped an arm around the speedster's waist and hugged him close to him. He kissed the smaller mech on the cheekplates before settling down and offlining his optics.
Knock Out didn't move or react to his Conjunx Endura snuggling against him. He looked ahead, thinking.
"Breakdown…" He finally asked after a moment, his vocalizer soft.
"Yes, sweetie?" Breakdown spoke, not moving or onlining his optics.
Knock Out swallowed. "Do you… Are you mad at me...?"
Breakdown made a face, still not moving. "Why would I be mad at you?"
Knock Out bit his lower lip plate. "Because… I killed our son…"
Breakdown onlined his optics, then propped himself up by an elbow so he could look down at the doctor. "You didn't kill our son. Babe, I'm not mad at you. These things happen."
Coolant began to leak from Knock Out's optics. "You still love me, right…?"
Breakdown pulled Knock Out over onto his back so he had to look in his face. "I could never not love you." He then kissed his mate. "Please, stop beating yourself up over the miscarriage. I love you no matter what."
"… You don't want to divorce me…. Right?"
"Why would I ever do that? Who said this?"
Knock Out just looked down, studying his servos. Breakdown kissed him.
"You know… I've been thinking about… Maybe we should do therapy."
"Therapy?" Knock Out looked up at him.
"Yeah. Couples therapy. I don't think we are as close as we used to be. We don't frag like we used to."
"We have sparklings. We can't frag all the time like before because they are around."
"Yeah, but… I think we could still do it more."
"Is that the problem?" Knock Out swallowed. "I-I'm not satisfying you...?"
"What? No, sweetie, I don't need to frag you. I love fragging you, don't get me wrong! I'm just saying… We just don't do it as much. I mean, between the sparklings, and your carryings, and your work killing you lately… I miss making love to you all the time, and seeing how you look at me the way you do when I'm inside of you." He smirked.
Knock Out faintly smiled. "I'm sure I look quite ridiculous."
"You look adorable."
"I love you."
"And I love you more." Breakdown kissed Knock Out on the neck, then mouthed him, eliciting a giggle and some squirming from the speedster.
"Okay… I guess we can do the therapy. Do we have to talk about our interface…?"
"I don't know. Maybe. We will have to talk about… the little one."
Knock Out slowly nodded. "I just want to stop feeling like you hate me…"
"Well, I don't hate you. I love you." He cupped Knock Out's cheekplates with his large servo. "And if you keep thinking I hate you, well… I'll just have to love you more." He smirked before kissing Knock Out again.
"Other than you constantly slapping my aft, you're the best."
"I know." He paused. "Want to frag?"
"I'm a little tired…."
"That's okay. There's always tomorrow." Breakdown kissed him once more before lying back down and spooning his mate.
Knock Out smiled, curling into the larger being. His optics online when his communicator went off. He grabbed it and onlined it, looking at his newest message.
It was a picture of Starscream… Being pounded into by Grit. The Seeker was smiling at the camera, flipping it off, and clearly exhausted from being fragged multiple times already. A text message came with the image reading as, "Guess who can't get enough of my body? Currently on the sixth overload of the night! And he's staying the night to do so much to my aft and valve in the morning." It ended with a smiling devil emoji.
Knock Out's optics narrowed, glowing with the fires of hell. He then looked up at Breakdown.
"Know what?"
"Hmm?" Breakdown onlined his optics.
"Frag me." Knock Out rolled over onto his back.
"You sure?"
"Yes."
Breakdown smiled as he got up, and over his mate. "Missionary, okay?"
"Yes." Knock Out said as he got his camera set up.
Breakdown placed his mate's legs on his hips, and then began to prepare the both of them. Knock Out held out his camera and took a picture of Breakdown's hardening spike.
"What are these for?" Breakdown inquired, watching Knock Out take the pictures.
"I just like your spike, babe." Knock Out smirked.
Breakdown smiled dumbly. "I like it too!" He then pushed said spike inside of his mate.
Knock Out filmed the penetration, whining a little louder than needed. He looked up when Breakdown grasped his neck.
"You good?"
Knock Out smiled, glancing down to make sure he was sending these latest images to the correct person. "Yes, frag me."
Breakdown kissed him as he began to thrust and Knock Out hit the "send" button with his own message.
Starscream saw the messages from Knock Out the next morning. He smiled, glad he was pissing off the doctor. He made sure to send some more images of him being fragged by Grit to the red mech.
Grit growled as he overloaded into the Seeker, then panted loudly. He took a moment, before pulling out. Starscream stayed where he was lying over the berth, sending the last image he took to Knock Out.
"I need to head to work." Grit commented, pausing before slapping Starscream's aft hard. "I will be back to hump that tonight." He giggled.
"I look forward to it." Starscream fluttered his wings, standing up and rubbing over his abused rear end.
"See you tonight, then." Grit saluted as he walked out.
Starscream smiled, his wings fluttering, watching Grit leave. He sighed, wishing Grit was back to give him more cuddles. His wings perked when he got another message.
He opened his messages to see an image of Knock Out… With Fracture. The doctor was hugging the mechling, both smiling at the camera. Then the text arrived. "You may have Grit, but I have this."
Starscream shook with his rage, his wings flicking then flaring. He wanted to slice open Knock Out's throat so bad!
He then looked through old images until he found one he had taken long ago and sent it. It was an extremely graphic image of a dead Autobot covered in energon, his organs ripped out of him, head almost shot in half, and his face forever frozen in the middle of his dying scream. He then sent the text, "I did this to him. Imagine what I could do to you."
It didn't take long before he got another text. "Better hope I never have to operate on you. I might… slip my blade."
Starscream hissed at his communicator. "I rather die than have you ever operate on me."
"Oh, you will die. Because no one would ever care for your dying aft."
"Many would care."
"Really? Who? Fracture doesn't love you. He loves me. You have no mate. You never will. Grit doesn't love you like you think he does. He hates relationships and just recharges with whoever will let him. You have no family. You're alone and always will be. And you deserve that. Everyone is better off without you in their life."
Starscream shook with anger, thinking of what to reply with, then he got another image from Knock Out. This one was of Fracture giving Knock Out a kiss on the cheekplates, Wildbreak kissing him on the opposite cheekplates. As the mechling were kissing the speedster, they held up little cards they made in their arts and craft class which said, "to the best carrier ever" and "I love my carrier." And they had crude drawings on the cards clearly of the mechlings with Knock Out, Breakdown, and Dead End, and they were all smiling with hearts, and looking so happy together.
Starscream froze at that image, looking at his son handing this sweet card to someone who wasn't actually his carrier. He looked back at the last message, then noticed coolant was leaking down his cheekplates.
Knock Out was right. No one cared about him. He had no family, no friends, nothing. No one loved him, no one cared about him… Not even he son he carried inside of him and gave life to.
He felt his knees go weak before he collapsed to the floor, hugging himself. He cried, all the thoughts that had been plaguing him for stellar cycles coming to him in full. Knock Out was right.
He looked at the image of Fracture, letting his coolant drip onto the communicator screen. Maybe… Maybe he might be able to win back Fracture…. He looked at Knock Out, that evil bastard who stole his sparkling.
His optics narrowed, and he wiped at the coolant. He would need to make this monster pay for stealing his son and making Fracture not love him.
"Is it bad, doc?" The small, blue mech asked as he sat on a med berth.
"Well, it would be bad if you waited any longer." Knock Out said as he sat on a chair looking at a datapad. "Rust on the T-cog is bad, but not fatal. It's not bad enough that a T-cog replacement is necessary, but I'll still need to go in and operate on it to repair the damage done and replace some metal."
"Is that an intensive surgery?"
"Not too bad. T-cogs are pretty easy to repair. I would suggest you stop transforming so much. The constant strain can cause T-cogs to deteriorate. Ideally, you should transform less than 20 times each orbital cycle. But if you can do less that's better."
"Okay, so-" He paused when there was a knock on the door and it opened.
"I'm so sorry." A femme nurse apologized. She then turned to Knock Out. "Doctor, you are requested in the manager's office."
Knock Out gave her a look. "I'm seeing patients. They can wait until afterwards."
"I was told to tell you it's urgent."
"Is someone dying?"
"No."
"Then it's not urgent." Knock Out grunted as he started to write some notes.
The nurse paused, then whispered. "Something about a Starscream."
Knock Out's optics glowed brighter. He looked up at her. "Is he here?"
"No, I-" She vented loudly. "Please, go to the office."
Knock Out stood and handed her the datapad. "Schedule him for T-cog surgery and give him an anti-rust prescription to hold him until the surgery date. I already signed for you."
"Yes, doctor."
Knock Out walked out of the room and down the hallway. He took the elevator to the floor where the manager officer was, and soon was at said office. He was surprised to see Flatline and a couple of other doctors there.
"What's going on?" He inquired, crossing his arms.
"Knock Out," Hook addressed him. "Take a seat."
Knock Out hesitated, then sat down. "Am I in trouble?"
"You tell me." Hook grunted, turning his computer monitor around so Knock Out could see.
Knock Out's optics widened. On the screen was an image he had sent Starscream before… Of him being fragged by Breakdown.
"How did you-" His optics then narrowed. "Who sent you that?!"
"It was sent to every Email for the hospital and staff this morning by Starscream." Hook grunted. "And everyone received a different image and video."
"I got this one." Conduit held up his datapad to show a video of Knock Out being fragged in the mouth, taking Breakdown's entire spike in his throat.
Knock Out's optics widened, his spark dropping inside of him.
"I got this one." Flatline showed his datapad, which was of Knock Out smiling at the camera, standing, Breakdown's spike visibly going inside of him.
"How are you able to do that and not vomit...?" Conduit stared in fascination at the video.
Knock Out slapped the datapad out of Conduit's servo. "WHY AREN'T YOU DELETING THIS?!"
"Do not shout in my office." Hook snapped. "I am investigating and having employees delete the emails and block the account that sent them. I have collected over fifty videos and pictures at this point."
"You're keeping them?" Knock Out gave him a look.
"Compiling evidence. I can assure you, I do not enjoy seeing what you do in your off time." Hook grunted. "Now, the issue is this… Someone got hold of these very personal files. Did they hack your account? Did they steal your communicator? Did you send these to anyone?"
"It doesn't matter who I send my own personal videos to. The problem is they are being purposely sent to my place of employment to try and get me in trouble." Knock Out snapped.
"And you are in trouble."
Knock Out glared at him. "Are you going to fire me?"
"No, I would be an idiot to do that when there's so few of us trained and experienced doctors left. It will be stellar cycles before the next generation is ready to take our place."
"You can't punish me over videos of me with my Conjunx Endura. This isn't me off fragging like a hooker o-or some slut! I am joined to this mech!"
"That may be so, but if people saw that one of my employees was distributing his own pornographic content-"
"It's love making!" Knock Out leaped to his peds. "I am not making porn with my mate!"
"I suggest you change your tone." Hook snapped.
"If I may say something." Flatline spoke up. "The videos and images are clearly just Knock Out and his mate making memories as many Conjunx Endura do. I think most people have such intimate images of them with mates or old mechfriends. There clearly seems to be sabotage going on. Someone assessed Knock Out's private account or hacked his datapad. This person got these private videos, and is simply trying to hurt him. I do not believe Knock Out should be punished. It doesn't appear the videos are even public. Only staff got these."
"But what if they did get out?" Hook questioned. "What then?"
"I mean," Conduit shrugged. "If they did get out we just make a statement that Knock Out made love videos with his mate, who he's been joined with for thousands of vorns, and someone hacked his account and shared the videos. It's not like this hasn't happened before. Revenge porn is a common crime."
"Knock Out should report this to the police." Flatline suggested. "This is obvious harassment."
Hook was silent for a moment as he thought. "Very well. A police report will be made. Knock Out, this is a warning. I better not have any more videos of you fragging someone sent to my work Email."
"I'll see to it that it doesn't." Knock Out said resolutely.
Starscream sat in his apartment, relaxing. He felt good about sending all that porn Knock Out had been sending him over the last few decacycles to his workplace. Maybe they will fire that aft….
He jumped when something crashed through his window. He leaped up, claws ready to tear into someone, but no one was there. He looked down and saw another animal corpse there on the floor surrounded by broken glass. He had no idea what this animal was…. It was large, maybe a zap pony…? Whatever it once was, it had been dead a long time and scavengers had eaten a large portion of the body.
He covered his face when the stench slapped him like a ton of bricks. Mecha maggots were everywhere, and more strange liquid oozed out.
Worst part, it was INSIDE his apartment, and not in the hallway.
He ran to the window and looked out in time to see a certain red speedster driving away, and another person flying, but couldn't make out who that was.
He turned to the corpse, fists shaking with rage. He had just bought this broom and now would need to throw it out, too!
Then, he smirked.
"Hah, oh." Knock Out panted softly as he gripped the sink, leaning over it.
Breakdown held Knock Out's hips, thrusting into him. He was smiling so broadly. Knock Out was fragging him more this past orn, even when the mechlings were online! Hence, why they were hiding in the washroom right now… Weird how Knock Out had to take pictures and videos every time they fragged.
"Shhh, not so loud." Breakdown whispered.
"They have their game at full volume… And the door to their room closed… Hah, they hear nothing." Knock Out panted.
"Still."
"Just concentrate on, hah, fragging me."
Breakdown giggled. "I love you."
Knock Out smiled, looking at Breakdown through the mirror before him.
They both startled when there was a knock on the washroom door.
"Carrier?" Fracture's vocalizer sounded from the other side.
"Slag." Knock Out whisper grunted. "Carrier is cleaning out his waste tank, sweetie!" He called out, trying to hide his panting.
"Grandcarrier is here! She wants to talk to you."
Knock Out looked back at Breakdown in confusion. "Why is she here?" He whispered to Breakdown, who only shrugged. "Fracture, did she say why she's here?" He called out.
"She says she has to speak to you."
"Well, tell her I am currently disposed. She will have to wait a bit."
"Are you sick?"
Knock Out vented heavily. "Yes…. Yes, carrier is sick. Bad energon. Gonna be a while!"
"Where's sire?"
"Sire took a drive! He'll be back soon."
"I can get you medicine!"
"That is so thoughtful, sweetie! But carrier is fine. I have medicine in here. Go to your grandcarrier and let her know I'm sick."
"Okie dokie!"
They listened to him run off, then Breakdown resumed thrusting.
"That was close." Breakdown chuckled.
"We probably should come up with better alibis…. At this rate they are going to think I can't eat any energon without getting sick." Knock Out grunted.
"Your tank is upset because my big spike hits it with every thrust!" He chuckled.
"Ew, and no."
"Admit it, you like how I dirty talk you."
"I am literally over a sink right now. Nothing you say would I approve of. In fact, this is probably the least romantic-"
They both jumped when the door was suddenly thrown open and, in the doorway, stood a crimson and black speedster femme. Her optics were bright red, a crimson helm with spikes, long, black claws, and heeled peds. Everything about her screamed elegance, power, and anger.
Breakdown screamed in horror. Knock Out stared with perfectly round optics in shock.
"Get out of him." She snapped. "We need to talk." She growled at the doctor.
"Um, what is happening…?" Knock Out asked slowly.
The femme held up a communicator which showed a picture of Knock Out being fragged by Breakdown. "Your sire and I received multiple pictures and videos of you two."
Knock Out's optics went from shock, to narrowing. "Who sent them?"
She gave him a look. "Who the hell do you think?"
"This has gone too far." A black and silver speedster sternly snapped at Knock Out who was sitting on the couch, a very uncomfortable Breakdown beside him. "You sent him these videos of yourself? What the hell were you thinking?!"
Knock Out's arms were crossed, not looking at the mech who was yelling at him. "I was trying to piss him off…"
"And he now has these images! Do you realize how embarrassed your carrier and I am?"
Grit laughed from where he sat on the stairs watching the drama. "Not the favorite son anymore, now are you?"
"Shut up, Grit." The black mech snapped.
"Rude." Grit grunted to himself.
"You need to stop engaging in your petty, glitch behavior, Knock Out." The mech growled, jabbing a claw at him. "I didn't raise a whore."
"How is this whoring?! It's me with my mate!" Knock Out finally looked up at his sire.
"It was shameful enough you joined with this creature, but now I must see you copulating with it?!"
Breakdown's optics widened, but more in a "wow, I'm not even going to touch that" face than anything else.
"OH MY GOSH!" Knock Out threw his servos up. "Is this about me mating a non-speedster or about my interface tapes leaking?!"
"It's about the leakage." The femme said sternly, glancing at her own mate.
"I disapprove over you adopting anything with Seeker code in it." The mech continued gruffly. "But if you must keep this pet-"
"Son." Knock Out snapped.
"Pet." His sire growled. "Then you will end this conflict with the incubator."
"You think I haven't been trying to get Starscream to drop it?" Knock Out raised an optical ridge. "How did he even get your contact info?!"
"He might have gotten it from the emergency contact forms at Fracture's school." Breakdown suggested.
"Do not speak unless spoken to." Knock Out's sire sternly ordered the truck.
Breakdown raised his servos in exasperation as he rolled his optics, having gone through this a million times and knowing better than to defend himself.
"I will hire the attorney, we will see this beast in court, and this will end once and for all."
"We will also have to have his devices seized so that these videos are deleted." The femme added.
"What about the videos he takes of him and Grit together?" Knock Out grunted.
"Those also will be deleted."
"Ah, boooo!" Grit gave a thumbs down as he stuck out his glossa. "I want those to go viral!" He then laughed.
The glare of murder he received from his sire silenced him immediately.
Knock Out rubbed over his faceplates tiredly. "Fine, okay… We hire the lawyer, we get this slag deleted… And I ensure I have sole custody of Fracture. Just have eight more stellar cycles to go with this…"
"You should have never bothered." His sire grunted.
"Oh, darling." The femme purred. "Fracture is adorable and sweet."
"Thank you." Knock Out gestured at his carrier.
"They always are when young." The sire grunted. "But once they are adults, they rape and murder you."
"And there it is." Knock Out gestured to his sire. "Okay, you insulted me, Grit, my beloved mate, and adopted son. If it's out of your system, can you please leave? I am late for my evening breakdown when I ugly cry into a pillow about how stressful my life is."
"I will be contacting the lawyer tonight and will call you in the morning."
"I'm working in the morning."
"They will make time for me."
Knock Out rolled his optics, looking away.
"Don't send him any more videos." The femme said sternly as she grabbed Knock Out's face and made him look at her.
"I won't."
"Good." She kissed him on the cheekplates. "I'll see my handsome mechling tomorrow, then."
Knock Out just gave them a gesture meaning "peace" as they left. Once they were out the door did he exhale loudly.
"He was so nice to me, tonight." Breakdown smirked. "He definitely is starting to accept me as his son-in-law!"
Knock Out only groaned as he rubbed over his faceplates. Grit trotted down the stairs and stopped by his brother.
"Now you know how I feel."
"Not in the mood, Grit."
"Well, while you and the creators scheme about how you will deal with Starscream, I'm off to frag him!" He humped the air before laughing.
Knock Out had it. He leaped to his peds and lunged at his brother. Grit screamed as he struggled to not be murdered.
Breakdown sighed, got up, and grabbed the spray bottle he kept in the living room. He now kept one in every room for just this purpose.
"Get off him." He squirted both of them in the face until they stopped. "Grit, get going before he attacks again. Knock Out, you and I should get some recharge in."
"Why are you so down?" Grit poked at Starscream's chestplates.
"Your idiot brother wouldn't let me visit for my own son's tenth emergence cycle." The Seeker grunted.
"Eh, you'll be seeing him in a couple of orbital cycles for visitation. Got him anything fun?"
"It's hard shopping for them when they get older. I got him a game he told me he wanted. Hopefully, Knock Out doesn't get him another puppy…."
"No, no puppy. He got you a gift though. Did you see?"
Starscream raised an optical ridge. "What do you mean?"
"Little bro posted our love making videos to social media. We are trending! Completely viral!" He held up his communicator to show the jet. "Every video so far has a million views. The one where you suck me is the most viewed." He giggled. "Everyone knows I did it with a boss! Booyah!" He fist pumped.
"Is that only Decepticon…?"
"Nah, some Autobots also have it on their social media. Most viewed there, too!"
Starscream rolled his optics. "Guess I'm not surprised…. I did send his videos to his work."
"And to our creators. Mech, they are PIIIIIIISSSSED!"
"Did he get yelled at?"
"Yup! The favorite son is in so much trouble!"
Starscream smirked. "Good."
"Anyway!" Grit subspaced his communicator. "I am here to have some fun! Want me to destroy your aft on the berth, or the couch, or on the deck since it still smells a little in here?"
"I air out the apartment every orbital cycle. How can it still smell?"
"I have no idea…."
"Let's just frag on the berth."
"Lead the way." Grit gestured.
Starscream smiled and walked into the berthroom. He sat on the berth, and soon had Grit all over him, kissing him passionately on the lip plates as his servos groped the curvaceous body. Starscream fluttered his wings, purring his engine, happy to at least have this positive in his life.
Grit turned him over and pushed him onto the berth. Starscream removed his codpiece, and soon gasped when Grit penetrated him. The speedster smirked, grasping Starscream's hips as he began to thrust. Starscream moaned softly, wings fluttering, smiling, enjoying this so much. He whimpered when Grit suddenly smacked his aft.
"Don't get too comfortable!" The grounder chuckled. "I still want you to scream!"
"Then make me!" Starscream fluttered his wings.
"Okay!" Grit then focused on thrusting harder into the Seeker and slapping his aft every other thrust.
Starscream gasped and whimpered, grasping at the berth top. He was thinking about what he would ask Grit to do to him next. Maybe more aft beatings, maybe oral, maybe just hard fragging like this! Maybe he'll just tell Grit to choose and enjoy whatever it was the grounder did to his body.
The Seeker felt his overload coming, his back strut arching as the thrusting started to become even more intense. Grit was panting and groaning, feeling himself also about to climax. Starscream fluttered his wings, pushing back into the grounder, wanting more of this!
The front door suddenly opened.
Grit froze when he heard the loud peds approaching. Starscream's optics widened, his spark beginning to race.
They both looked up to see Megatron standing before them, not looking amused at all.
"Holy frag…." Grit's optics were perfectly round, petrified as he just stood there looking up at the massive, grey mech.
"What is this?" Megatron growled, gesturing at the speedster.
"Uh, this is…." Starscream stood up, pushing back at Grit to get out of him, but the Speedster just dumbly stood there.
Then that cruel smirk appeared on the form tyrant's visage. "Are you fragging grunts?"
Starscream managed to shove Grit back and closed his plates. "Maybe I am, Megatron." He flicked his wings. "Maybe I like how he treats me, a-and that he's a better frag than you!"
"Really, Starscream?"
"Hey…" Grit held up his servos peacefully. "Lord Megatron, I, uh, I see that I have grossly overstepped my bounds. I, uh, will just be going, sir!" He saluted, then started to quickly walk around Megatron.
Megatron watched him circle around him, then bolt out the door and run away. He turned back to Starscream.
"He seems very courageous." He grunted.
Starscream crossed his arms. "He is very nice and cuddles with me."
"He's weak, is what you're saying." Megatron started to approach him.
"He's not weak in berth." Starscream flicked his wings. "He is amazing. His spike pleasures me like no one else ever has."
"Good for him." Megatron pushed Starscream against the berth, not caring about Grit.
"You aren't even jealous?" Starscream looked back at him.
"You can whore yourself to whoever you want to, Starscream." He said as he folded away his codpiece and let his spike out.
"I am not whoring myself! We are together!"
Megatron chuckled. "No one wants you, Starscream. You're lucky I still make use of you."
Starscream's optics narrowed. "You're wrong!" He spun around and clawed at Megatron's face, but the larger mech managed to jerk his face away in time.
Megatron's optics narrowed as he grabbed the Seeker's wrist and squeezed. Starscream's wings lowered, his spark pulsating faster as he began to struggle. Megatron turned him around and threw him against the berth. Starscream struggled, but the former gladiator grabbed his wrists, and pinned them against his back, holding them with a single servo.
"You just can't help but be a brat." Megatron growled.
"Let me go!" Starscream continued struggling, flapping his wings to try and hit Megatron, his peds kicking.
Megatron was unphased. After all, he had dealt with his Seeker brat for thousands of vorns and was use to how he struggled during his punishments. This was why he was always prepared whenever he would be around the jet. He unsubspaced his weapon of choice and raised his arm high.
Starscream screamed then the metal cable struck across his lower back, denting him. The cruel, brutal blows continued to rain down on his lower back, aft, thighs, and even wings. All he could do was scream and struggle, but it never could stop the abuse.
He kept looking to the door, hoping Grit or someone would come in and save him, but just like all the millions of beatings past… No one came.
Megatron lashed the Seeker until he was covered in dents and began to leak energon. Then he kept beating him. Starscream was a bawling mess, his struggling eventually ceasing as he became too weak from the beating and fighting so much.
Megatron finally ceased after the Seeker had been leashed nearly 200 times, and subspaced the metal cable. He pulled Starscream's aft to the edge of the berth, pried open his codpiece, and soon was inside the jet.
Starscream covered his faceplates, coolant leaking out as he softly cried.
He was alone with this brute as always… No one ever came to save him… Not even Grit.
Knock Out vented a sigh, then picked up the cyberdog who was busy chewing on a buffer. "I found it!" He called up to Breakdown as he removed the chewed up buffer from the jaws of the puppy. "Why must you destroy everything you touch…?"
Diesel only wagged his tail, knowing his cuteness would get him out of trouble as it always did.
"You and everyone else in this house are going to drive me to my own grave…" Knock Out grumbled.
The doorbell went off. The speedster walked over, still carrying Diesel, and opened the door.
"Grit, what are you doing here?"
Grit's optics were wide, his vents panting from how fast he drove. "Oh my gosh, Knock Out."
"What?"
"I-I was with Starscream and…." He glanced back as if scared someone had followed him. "Megatron just walked right into his apartment!"
Knock Out's optics slowly widened. "Megatron? You saw Megatron in Starscream's apartment?"
"YES! I-I was fragging Starscream in his room, and then I heard the door just open, even though it was locked! And then Megatron just walked right in and stood there glaring into my spark!"
"It was one hundred percent Megatron?"
"YES! I know what he looks like! Everyone does! He was… Oh, he looked angry. And they started talking and I got the hell out of there as fast as I could!"
"Is he still there?"
"I don't know! Maybe?"
"We need the security footage! This will be all the evidence I need to ensure Starscream never sees Fracture again!" Knock Out smiled, hugging Diesel a little too hard, making the dog's optics widen.
"How do we get the security footage?"
"I'm calling sire. We'll get that footage, and this nightmare will finally be over!" Knock Out smiled, almost jumping with joy.
Finally, he would see the demise of his greatest enemy.
Starscream sat in his room, hugging himself. He had spent most of the night and morning crying, feeling so alone and hated by everyone. His entire backside and valve still hurt from what Megatron had done to him…
He looked at his communicator when he saw he had gotten a message. He raised an optical ridge, not sure why the next hearing was moved. It was happening in a few orbital cycles now. It had been scheduled for another decacycle…
He swallowed, anxious about this.
Starscream walked into the courthouse, hoping the still healing injuries from Megatron weren't visible. He had painted and buffed himself to try and hide it, but if someone looked too closely it was noticeable.
His wings perked when he saw Fracture in the hallway holding a squirming Dead End by the wrists. The younger one was trying to run off somewhere, and Fracture was being a good big brother and making sure he didn't stray far. Wildbreak was there hugging Knock Out, who was talking to a speedster he had never seen before.
The Seeker slowly approached Fracture and waved. "Hey, Fracture."
"Hey." Fracture looked up at him, still wrestling with the youngest mechling.
"How are you?"
"I'm okay. Tired."
"Why are you tired?"
"I stayed up late playing games."
"That would do it."
"Yeah."
"Hey, Starscream." Breakdown approached. "You feeling alright?"
"I'm okay. Nervous, but okay." His wings lowered. "Who are these people?" He gestured at the two speedsters he didn't know.
"Oh, you haven't met the ruler of hell? I'm so sorry your blissful ignorance will come to an end."
Starscream gave him a look, not sure what he meant. He looked over to see the two speedsters looking at him now, and the way they looked at him was as if they were looking at filth on the bottom of their ped.
Breakdown took several steps back when the speedsters approached.
"I suggest you drop the case, Seeker, and walk away. I have had enough of you harassing my son." The mech grunted, looking down at the Seeker like he was garbage.
Starscream took a moment. "Oh, you're Knock Out's sire. Yes, I remember now from the wedding photo. And therefore, you are his carrier." He pointed at the femme. "I'm sorry, I was never told your designations?"
"Filth like you doesn't deserve to speak our designations."
Starscream shook his helm some in surprise, not expecting that. "Come again?"
Knock Out vented as he walked over. "Starscream, this is my sire, Opulentus, and my carrier, Pulchra. You will have to ignore some of their outdated beliefs. Breakdown does and he's managed to survive thus far…"
"They're here as your witnesses?" Starscream grunted.
"Support, mostly."
Starscream was about to say something when he saw Grit. He swallowed, noticing Grit was not his usual loudmouth self.
"We need to go in." The mech Starscream recognized as the lawyer from the first hearing said. "Optimus Prime is about to enter the court room."
Knock Out turned to the mechlings. "Hey! We are going in."
Starscream watched as his son filed in with the other two mechlings and followed Knock Out into the courtroom. The Seeker waited until the opposing party entered, then walked in behind them. He sat on the defendant's side, looking around. No one was on his side. Knock Out sat beside Breakdown in the front row, the mechlings all with them. Dead End was on Knock Out's lap, and Wildbreak beside his carrier. Fracture was beside Wildbreak, doodling on a datapad. Breakdown had his arm around Knock Out's shoulders, the two whispering to each other.
Behind them sat Opulentus and Pulchra, with Grit in the same row but keeping some distance from his creators. The lawyer was next to Breakdown, looking through a datapad.
Starscream's wings perked when he noticed his landlord enter and sit on Knock Out's side.
Optimus Prime walked in and took his seat. He took a datapad from a guard, looked through it for a moment, then looked up.
"I believe everyone is here." The Prime spoke. "I was given the report about the latest incident. I read through it, and I am concerned by it. Knock Out if you're ready you may begin."
"Yes, Prime." The lawyer spoke as he stood up. "As you were made aware by the report, Megatron was seen visiting Starscream and going into his apartment."
Starscream's optics widened. He looked over at Grit, feeling betrayed, but the speedster didn't look at him.
"Knock Out's brother, Grit, was at Starscream's apartment and witnessed Megatron walk inside of the apartment and speak to Starscream. Grit left the apartment immediately and reported the incident to Knock Out. Knock Out immediately got in contact with the apartment complex's landlord, Flotsam, who provided security footage of Megatron of Tarn entering the apartment building and unlocking Starscream's front door. He did not leave the apartment for another two joors."
The lawyer handed a dataslug to a guard, who plugged it into the large videscreen. Starscream bit his lower lip plate when he saw the security footage of Megatron in the apartment building and going into his apartment.
"Not only was this incident recorded, but after learning about the custody battle, the landlord informed Knock Out that he sees Megatron regularly. He provided even more security footage of Megatron of Tarn entering Starscream of Vos' apartment, and normally leaving a joor or more later. Sometimes, Megatron of Tarn doesn't leave until the morning after."
Starscream started to tremble now, coolant pooling in his optics. Knock Out glanced over, glaring at the Seeker. He knew Starscream was only upset because he got caught.
"It was one of the conditions that Starscream of Vos not see Megatron of Tarn in order to have custody or visitations with Fracture of Iacon. Due to violating this contract, Starscream of Vos has proven he is not responsible, safe, or is in any condition to have custody of Fracture of Iacon. His visitation rights should be stripped henceforth. Fracture of Iacon is in danger with this mech."
Prime slowly nodded, then looked at the datapad he had. "I have here the…. Many police reports filed between Starscream and Knock Out. Knock Out twice threw a carcass of…. Fauna at Starscream's apartment. Starscream and Knock Out both were sending each other's…. Private videos to places of work and the internet." Prime sighed, reading through more of the reports. "How many of these were filed…?" He kept scrolling through the incidents. He looked back up. "Knock Out, how can you defend threatening Starscream with corpses?"
"He sent me images of Autobots he had slain in battle and told me he would do the same to him." Knock Out said firmly.
"And there are reports that you told him you would kill him." Prime looked at the datapad again. "There is also screenshots here of you threatening him about surgery…"
"My client was infuriated by Starscream's actions." The lawyer spoke up. "He never killed any animal nor intended to kill Starscream, only scare him off. Starscream is the one who has attacked him twice, and is breaking his contract with you, Prime. He is not to be seeing Megatron of Tarn under any circumstances."
"If I may," Opulentus spoke up. "This Seeker and its constant threats toward my son, Knock Out, has caused immense emotional distress to him. Knock Out lives in fear for his safety and for the safety of his creations. I, too, feel threatened, and request a protective order for my entire family."
"Can I get one against you?" Breakdown grumbled.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!"
Knock Out rolled his optics.
Prime vented. "The police reports… I am going to ignore those for now. Megatron visiting Starscream is my main concern." He looked up at Starscream. "Starscream, you were explicitly told to not go around Megatron. You had rules you needed to follow. Why did you disobey those rules?"
Starscream was trying not to breakdown as the coolant poured from his optics. He glanced over at Knock Out, then back to Prime.
"Be honest, Starscream." Prime ordered, his optics narrowed, obviously angry about Starscream not obeying him.
"I-I…" Starscream swallowed, then looked at Fracture. He couldn't lose him. He wouldn't lose him! "I… He found where I-I moved to a-and threatened me. H-he's been raping me and b-beating me! I-I can't tell him no b-because he hurts me! A-and I was too scared t-to report it because I-I didn't w-want to lose my son!" He began to cry louder, wings trembling. "I didn't know w-what to do! I don't want him r-raping me!"
"What's rape?" Fracture asked Knock Out.
"I'll tell you later." Knock Out said quickly, wrapping his arm around the mechlings and pulling them closer to him.
"When did this begin?" Prime inquired.
"Sh-shortly after I-I moved into that apartment." Starscream wiped at his optics.
"He's a Seeker. All they do is whore themselves." Opulentus said it with such disgust.
"Not another word from you or I'll hold you in contempt of court." Prime snapped at the speedster before turning back to Starscream. "Starscream, I would like to speak to you in private." He turned to the others. "I will continue this hearing on another date when I have all the facts. Knock Out, I will coordinate a time with you later." He stood. "Dismissed."
Starscream watched the Prime step down from the dais and gestured for him to follow. The Seeker glanced back at Fracture who was being led away by Knock Out. He hoped that wouldn't be the last time he saw his son.
The Seeker stood and followed the Prime into the back room. Optimus led him down a corridor, and into an office. He closed the door so it was just them, the guards left outside. Starscream stood there, wings drooping, not even looking at the Prime. Optimus sat on a chair and gestured Starscream to do so in the opposite seat. Starscream sat down, still not looking at Prime.
"Starscream, tell me everything. I will personally deal with Megatron." The Prime said it firmly, but also gently.
Starscream swallowed. "He… He started to come to my apartment shortly after I moved into it… And he just… Did what he's always done… Hurt me… And frag me… And I… I didn't know what to do." He wiped at his optics. "I-I don't want to lose my son. I-I didn't say anything because I was scared you would take Fracture away." More coolant began to leak from his static filled optics. "Please, don't take him away. I-I don't want Megatron in m-my life! I just want Fracture!"
Prime watched the Seeker breakdown, covering his faceplates as he cried. The truck hesitated, then reached over and patted Starscream awkwardly on the shoulder.
"I will deal with Megatron. I'll have a restraining order filed as well. In the meantime… I will not allow Fracture to visit you, still. The current visitation rules will continue until the next hearing." He paused. "Is there anything else you need to tell me?"
Starscream looked up at him. "You won't take Fracture away...?"
"If Megatron is forcing himself into your apartment and raping you, then, no, I am not taking Fracture away."
Starscream, for some reason even he wasn't sure of, stood up and hugged the Prime. Optimus was too confused to move. The Seeker quickly realized what he was doing and released the truck, stepping back.
"I-I apologize! I just… Thank you." Starscream quickly said.
"It's fine." Prime stood. "I will discuss with you the next steps once I have spoken to Megatron."
Starscream nodded. "Okay…"
"You're dismissed."
Starscream nodded again, then walked to the door. He glanced back at the Prime. "Thank you." He said before palming the door open and walking out.
He left the courthouse, anxious about the whole ordeal. Prime seemed forgiving, so maybe he would stay true to his word and end this once and for all.
He was so stressed; he needed a hug. He was also upset Fracture heard him say he was being raped…
The Seeker unsubspaced his communicator and messaged Grit, "Hey… Do you want to meet up? I could use a hug."
He waited until he received a reply.
"Uhh, I don't think that would be advisable. Kinda don't want to be shot by the former boss mech because I was screwing you. Listen, Starscream, it was fun. I had a LOT of fun fragging you senseless, but… I really like living, too. Maybe I'll see you around."
Starscream felt his spark drop. "You don't want to be with me? Prime is getting a restraining order against Megatron for me! He won't be around anymore!"
"This is Megatron, Starscream! I am not comfortable messing around with his plaything. I'll catch up with you another time."
Starscream's optics filled with coolant. He just wanted a hug.
The Seeker stopped on the corner of the street and began to cry. No one was on his side. He was alone in that courtroom, and alone outside of it. He couldn't even get someone to hug him…
Why did the universe hate him?!
He needed a drink… And maybe a frag. He needed to get his processor off the orbital cycle's events.
He transformed and flew to a bar. He landed outside it, transformed, and walked inside. He lowered his wings as he walked to the bar and ordered some engex. He drank two glasses and was feeling a little inebriated when a group of mechs walked in. He ignored them as he ordered another glass and began to drink it. That's when he noticed that the mechs were sitting around him at the bar, now.
"Hey." One smiled at him. "Think you had enough there?"
Starscream flicked his wings. "I haven't had enough…"
"Drinking your sorrows away?"
"That…. And mad that… Idiot I was with won't be with me tonight." He grumbled, the effects of the over energization making his processor foggier.
"You got dumped?" Another mech inquired, grabbing his own drink.
"I just… Wanted a hug… And frag!" Starscream drank more of his engex. "I need a frag."
"Don't we all!"
Starscream looked over at the second mech, noting he was a speedster… Like Grit. He smirked. "Yeah, we certainly do!" He drank more.
"Let me order you another one." The mech smiled, before doing just that.
Starscream finished his third drink, and then started on the fourth. He had to grab the bar to make sure he didn't fall off his stool. The other mechs were laughing as they drank their engex, talking about things Starscream didn't catch. Work? Probably their work.
Starscream was almost done with his fourth drink when one of the mechs nudged him.
"Hey, wanna get out of here?" He smirked.
"And… Go where…?" Starscream smirked back, almost losing balance for a second.
"My place."
"Oh, where's that?" Starscream stepped off the stool, stumbled, and fell into the arms of the mech. He looked up, and stupidly smiled at the mech.
The mech chuckled. "Not far. Wanna come?"
"Yyyyyeeeeeup!" Starscream took his servo.
Another mech took Starscream's arm, and they walked out of the bar with him. The Seeker giggled, his wings fluttering, enjoying that these two were holding him. Grit wouldn't hold him…
The five mechs walked down the street a couple of blocks until they got to a house. One unlocked the door, and they all entered. Starscream was helped up the stairs, barely able to stand on his own from how wobbly he was.
They got to a berthroom, then all turned to the Seeker.
"You wanna frag?" The second mech asked, placing a servo on Starscream's waist.
Starscream looked at him, he looked so much like Grit, and smiled. "Sure! I'll let you… Destroy me anytime." He giggled.
The speedster smirked, then pushed Starscream to the berth. He turned Starscream around and shoved him over. Starscream giggled, wings fluttering, feeling like he was with Grit. Grit always pushed him like that.
The speedster rubbed over Starscream's codpiece until it opened. He removed his own codpiece and folded out his spike. Starscream giggled at something, whatever his drunken processor thought was funny, then gasped when he was penetrated a little harshly. He flicked his wings, but otherwise didn't move.
"Oh!" He moaned, arching his backstrut as the speedster began to thrust into him.
"How does he feel?" Another mech asked.
"Like he needs more spikes in him!" The speedster laughed, which the other mechs also laughed.
Starscream laughed with them, not understanding what was so funny, but clearly it was if everyone was laughing.
His wing was grabbed and pulled back, which hurt, but didn't Grit do that to him? He just lay there, moaning as he was fragged until the mech finally overloaded.
The Seeker groaned when he was yanked up and shoved to another mech, who caught him. He was turned around, his aft pressed into this mech's codpiece, and penetrated by him. The Seeker whined, feeling strong arms wrap around his waist as he was thrust into.
"Kinda dumb, isn't he?" One said.
"Seekers aren't the brightest."
"Frag it harder!" A third exclaimed.
Starscream curled into himself from how harm he was being thrust into, not able to focus on anything in front of him. He felt his face grabbed, then his mouth pried open. Something was shoved inside, then down his throat. He tried to say something, but couldn't. Then, his foggy processor realized that someone's crotch was in his face and their spike in his mouth.
He winced when his aft was slapped hard, then his wings painfully grabbed.
"Yeah! Ride him!"
"Get it deeper!"
"Try to touch in the middle!" Someone laughed, which made the others laugh as well.
Starscream whined when he was overloaded into by the person behind him, soon followed by the person in front of him. He coughed, whined, and weakly pushed at the mech in front of him, but he wouldn't move. He felt the person behind him pull out, then someone else reenter him. The thrusting on both ends resumed.
This time, when the one in front overloaded, he pulled out his spike and sprayed his transfluid all over Starscream's faceplates. The Seeker tried jerking his face away, but his neck was grabbed. He was held down as the mech in front then started to slap his face with his spike.
"Like that, slut?" The mech laughed, rubbing his spike all over Starscream's face now.
Starscream started to say something, only to have the spike shoved back inside him mouth.
"Shut up!" The mech started thrusting again.
The one behind finished and gave Starscream's aft another had smack. The Seeker whined, only to be grabbed by yet another mech and yanked away. He coughed, his mouth finally free of that spike. He was thrown back against the berth, his neck tightly grasped to the point he was having trouble circulating. This mech entered him and began to brutally thrust. Starscream whined from the pain, pushing back, but he couldn't get the mech to release him.
That mech eventually overloaded, and shoved Starscream at the speedster, who pushed him against the wall. Starscream whined, only to be slapped hard across the faceplates. He whimpered when he was penetrated yet again and fragged. The speedster grasped at Starscream's chest plates until they opened. He folded away his own, and concentrated on thrusting into the Seeker. Starscream yelped when they sparkbonded, feeling the mech filling him with his transfluid.
Then he was shoved to another mech, who wasted no time in entering him by the waste port. Starscream cried, pulling against the mech who held him in place, but he couldn't break away. Coolant filled his optics as he was fragged hard in the aft.
"Shut it, already."
Starscream's throat was grabbed, his helm forcibly lowered, and a different mech pushed his spike inside of his mouth and began to thrust.
They finished with him and shoved him to another mech. Then he finished and shoved Starscream to yet another. And again, and again.
Starscream felt so weak as he was pushed back and forth and used. His valve, throat, and waste port painfully pounded into, until they were pulsating with pain from every thrust. He tried to push away, but they kept using him.
He was having trouble standing, but they simply shoved him onto the berth and took turns as he lay there.
Several times he was forced to spark bond with each of the mechs.
He was used by them for nearly two joors before he was carried outside and dropped on the sidewalk. It took him a bit to realize he was outside and alone. He looked around, but the mechs were gone now, but the pain wasn't.
Slowly, he stood up, weak and unsteady from the inebriation and how exhausted his body was. He stumbled down the street, unable to see as he was too weak to remember how to turn on his night vision. He turned into an alley, stumbled through the darkness, then collapsed.
It was joors later when the Seeker onlined, feeling something on his face. He looked up to see retrorats looking down at him. He jerked up, feeling horrible pain in his helm, throat, valve, aft…. Everywhere. He looked down, realizing he was on a pile of garbage, waste, and… he wasn't sure what else. It was filth, and a lot of it probably was waste from the retro rats.
He pulled himself to his peds by the dumpster beside him, his legs still wobbly. He felt a burn in his spark, but it probably was from the sparkbonds he was forced to endure.
Slowly, painfully, and with much humiliation, he made his way down the street and towards his apartment. He got to his apartment, climbed onto his berth, and passed out once more.
He onlined joors later, feeling tired still, and the pain persisting. He slowly got up and walked to the energon room. He reached for some energon, when suddenly he purged his fuel tank. He coughed, looked down at the mess on the floor. He swallowed, not sure why he was feeling sick.
His helm was dizzy, body sore all over… His spark was still hurting.
He swallowed, and reached for the energon, only for everything to go black as he passed out.
He onlined again, feeling somehow weaker. He checked his chronometer, shocked to find out two orbital cycles had passed since the hearing. How? Was he in stasis for that long?
The Seeker started to stand, but… Couldn't. His legs were just too weak. He could barely move them. His fuel reserves were also low.
He tried sitting up, but just couldn't. He started to dial for the hospital, but stopped. Knock Out was there. He would be sent to the Decepticon hospital where Knock Out worked because he was a Decepticon. He couldn't risk going there and having Knock Out kill him!
Maybe if he got some medicine from his neighbor, he would be able to just recharge off whatever had him feeling so unwell. It probably was just from the bad hangover.
The Seeker stubbornly crawled along the floor, his legs dragging behind him. He managed to get to the front door, absolutely exhausted. He needed to rest…. And then he fell back in recharge.
He online again, somehow feeling even worse. He looked up, and reached for the pressure sensor to open the door. It took several tries before he managed to tap it and get the door to slide open.
Pathetically, he crawled along the floor, his helm so dizzy, body weak, pain pulsating throughout his systems… He kept crawling until everything went black.
A helicopter former walked down the hallway, going to the elevator, when he saw the Seeker. He ran over and pushed Starscream onto his back.
"Hey, you online?" He shook Starscream's shoulder. "Hey, Seeker! Online!" He kept shaking him, but Starscream wouldn't online. "Aw, slag. Just wait, I got you." He pulled out his communicator and started to call emergency.
I know Knock Out's parents are now your most favorite characters. Just like how you all love Bedlam from "screaming Silence." :P Opulentus is Latin for: ostentatiously rich and luxurious or lavish. Knock Out grew up a rich boy because both his parents are rich doctors and probably also inherited some stuff from their parents. The headcanon for this story is that speedsters on Velocitron are very well off compared to other builds. More of the IDW G1 comics idea of how Velocitron was like. So, I chose a name for the father that explained what his lifestyle was like.
Meanwhile, Pulchra is the Latin word for "beautiful." Knock Out is a good looking guy in Cybertronian standards (and human standards...), so he gets his looks from his momma. I imagine her to be absolutely stunning, able to afford any cosmetic surgeries she may have wanted and top care for her frame to ensure it was always beautiful.
I chose Latin names because Cybertronians are either named after objects, actions, something from nature, or Latin. Like Ultra Magnus, Optimus Prime, etc are Latin names.
The gang bang scene was my friend's idea. She really wanted that scene. Partly to make Starscream sick so he has to go to the hospital (oh no!), and partly because he's going through a breakdown right now. Starscream has had a hard time of it. Abused by Megatron for 4 million years, then when he finally gets away from Megatron his son is taken away, then Megatron shows up to keep hurting him, and he's then dumped by someone he thought maybe he would be in a relationship with. And not to mention, he lost his best friend. He's not doing well mentally at all, so this is kind of a breakdown going to a bar to get drunk, desperate for a hug and just someone to be kind to him, and it ends up like this.
Yes, part is Starscream's fault. He should have never taken Fracture to Megatron and all of that. But he is also fighting mental health, delusion, brainwashing, etc. Think of it like why so many people still eat animals and pay for animal cruelty despite the thousands of studies, undercover footage, etc showing we are frugivores and animals ALWAYS suffer for these things. Some people are so brainwashed they can't turn away from obvious lies. Not until they get a hard wakeup call. And Starscream is about to have his wakeup call.
Hope you guys have been enjoying this, thus far!