Below Everyone Ch. 2

"M-my Liege, please I'm sure someone has found him by now." Starscream said reassuringly.

Megatron only threw another piece of ship, "You'd better be right Starscream or else it'll be you who gets his punishment."

"Yes. Yes. Positive my Liege." He said hopeful smile plastered across his face.

The giant silver mech snarled in response and went to sit on his throne and ponder the problem.

"Although I could probably think of one or two things he's doing…" the flier mumbled.

"What? What did you say?" Megatron sharply turned practically stomping more so walking back to his general, picking him up by the wings.

"A-all I said was, my Liege, was that I possibly have a good idea of what Knock Out is doing right now. Was all I said.."

"Yes? And what would that be?" Megatron said shaking the other.

"Well you know that I spend quite a lot of time with the drones and they have their break tim-"

"Spit it out!" he hissed.

"He likes to frag my soldiers!" Starscream blurted.

Megatron stopped mid-shake, "Really?"

"Y-yes, my liege. They talk about it all the time during break time seems he does it quiet often." The seeker smiled deviously.

Both mechs turned as the one of conversation arrived, along with a trusted navigator.

"I was informed that you wanted to me, my Liege." Knock Out said with a sorrowful grin.

Megatron grinned back "Indeed I have, everyone leave I want to talk to my medic in private."

"Bu-but my Liege. I don't see-" Starscream said getting more flustered as he tried to make up a reason to stay.

Megatron growled at his Commander; a one of death, "Are you refusing orders, Starscream"?

The slender mech sank back into himself by this question, shaking his head before exiting the room joining Soundwave in the lobby, and sat down across from him to wait.

~x~

The room was quiet for several minutes before Megatron said bluntly "I hear in your spare time you like to frag the drones, is that right?"

Knock Out felt his face plates heat up, sure he did but Megatron himself wasn't ever supposed to find out. The mech nodded in response, the silver being snarled grabbing the smaller's arm and twisting it behind his back.

"Well, if you have all this time for intermission and not work then why don't I do you an honor and frag you myself, hm?" Megatron said biting the other's neck cables. "Would you enjoy that Knock Out"?

Knock Out moaned from the pain, "I-Iah! Please I'll get back to-"

The medic was slammed up against a filing desk.

"Open this before I do." Megatron seethed, pointing to a exposed port.

Knock Out complied with demands no sooner had he opened he felt as if something huge, overflowing, was inside; he knew it wouldn't fit completely. It started pumping, thrusting; his Leader was all the way inside him. The tyrant grabbed slim hips for a better grip as he continued to pump the repetitive motion. The medic felt as though he were breaking from the inside out his spike was immense. Suddenly, he pulled out only to flip the other on his back so he could look at his pain. He slipped his spike back in slowly, watching Knock Out's face change with every inch. Silver servos rubbed the insides of polished thighs; vision became blurry all there was to do was feel, everything. Every in and out motion the rubbing of the spike against the entrance, the pain from legs being stretched wider as one moved closer, and the empty kisses that were placed on one's neck as moans and grunts filled whatever space was left in the room. Tightness was all that came next Knock Out spread his legs wider as his Leader came; he was so full he felt every drop leak out of him. But the punishment went on for much longer after that. After all it was supposed to cause pain not pleasure.

~x~

The doors opened but the only one who exited was Megatron a grin planted on his face. Starscream immediately ran up to him, "My Liege did he learn his lesson?" he said all too happily.

Megatron continued to walk forward Starscream at his side "I think he's been broken for now at least."

The Seeker smiled placing a hand on his Leader's arm "If only you hadn't wasted your fluids on that medic, then maybe-"

A servo shoved the other off his arm "Don't get ahead of yourself, Starscream. This was merely a punishment to teach that runt a lesson."

Soundwave was to proceed into the room, where he found a sticky piece of scrap that used to be the medic. He did a quick scan of the body to make sure it was still alive, and then helped him into a more dignified position. He wrapped a couple of tentacles under each arm and headed towards the med bay.

~x~

When Knock Out awoke he tried to go back to sleep to no avail he kept feeling fingers run across his face. They were tracing his jawline, everyplace where he had been molded together, and across his chest where his spark lie. The red mech had a pretty solid idea of who this finger tracer was; he didn't mind it though it was somewhat relaxing. But suddenly the fingers started to trace down his body, and that figured that's all he wanted. No mech really talked to the medic unless they wanted to get fixed or frag. But the spindly fingers didn't go where they were expected they started to go to the sides of his chest. He figured this would be a good time to stop faking offline; he arose to see Soundwave cleaning him. In between all his crevices and hopefully give him a well-deserved polish as well; maybe this loner bot wasn't so bad after all.

Soundwave looked at the other's port, heat arose in snow white face plate's "It's filthy down there…I'll clean it myself in the med-." He said helping himself down.

Skeletal servos stopped him, confused optics locked with an attentive screen. The violet mech continued to use the same cloth and proceeded to cleanse the insides of dirtied thighs. It was a slow rather peaceful silence between them, aside from the fact a built mech was washing his privates. Just another thing to add to his list of shame, the medic figured he'd lock himself up in his station for a few days. Slowly, he brought the cloth up to Knock Out's face, "Ack!" the other smacked the cloth out of Soundwave's grasp "You wern't seriously going to use that on my face were you"? Soundwave went to retrieve the item "Leave it," glowing-optics wandered "I guess you can take your leave.." the mech resumed his normal stature and exited, hearing a mumbled "Thanks" as he did so.

'Maybe Soundwave isn't strange no..strange still. Just kind"? Knock Out thought to himself.

"You."

The vermilion mech glanced up to see none other than Lord Megatron's trusty Lieutennet himself, Starscream.

"Me." Knock Out chimed back.

Starscream frowned "Amusing. Anyway, I was sent down here to retrieve Soundwave only to see him exiting from your quarters," he started pacing around Knock Out "What would Megatron say about this? Did you or did you not learn you lesson?"

All the medic could do was stare, stare straight into the ignited opitcs of the seeker. Was he really threating him?

"I did. But what's it to you?"

The seeker smiled leaning closer to the smaller "I'd be willing to forget this whole 'occurrence' if you do something for me." the last word rolled off his tongue.

"Whatever, it's not like I had a choice. Is it?" he looked at the other's sweltering opitcs.

Starscream came in closer and whispered "Just like old times."

A/N: I'm sure your probbly like gee wiz well that didn't take long! Well I have a very social social life that everyone just gives me time to think all day so this is what I do to think. Eh..? A top Star Scream? I- I'm sorry the last chapter was so short I didn't really realize it till I posted it I hope this one is a bit longer c':

[UPDATE]: Past me was rather annoying pls ignore that. But I fixed some of the grammatical errors so I hope it's a little better.

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