A/N WARNING OF ALL TIME! THIS CHAPTER EXPLAINS WHY THIS IS T RATED!

Smokescreen was feeling strangely depressed the next morning and decided to take a drive to clear his mind and to do something relaxing after something that left him weak, out of character, and emotionless.
He tried to not look too conspicuous; a white, orangey red, and blue, shiny race-car with the number 38 blazing on the side doors in Jasper, Nevada?
He kept away from civilization and stuck to the country. He was traveling rather close to an orangey colored cliff face on his left, dust and dirt flying behind him, and the sky was orange and pink with the colors of dusk when he heard the purr of a motorcycle engine. Smokescreen suddenly saw a bluish grey motorcycle pull up next to him, on his right, with a human on it.
He sighed, recognizing who it was, knowing the 'human' was only a hologram.
"Hello, Arcee," He muttered, saying it all in a sigh, sounding bored and tired, faintly annoyed.
"Hello Smokescreen. Planning anything special?" Arcee replied.
"Um, no offense, but I came here to be alone…?" Smokescreen said uncertainly. Arcee sighed.
"Here's the deal, kid; we need to know what happened while you were gone." Arcee said seriously.
Smokescreen slowed slightly and his driving was no longer as smooth. "…..Let's not talk about it here, how about at base?"
No sooner had he said it, Smokescreen and Arcee were no longer at the cliff face. They were in the Autobot base. Ratchet had quickly set up a ground bridge in front of them.
The muscle car and the motorcycle transformed back to robot mode. Smokescreen's face was unreadable. Arcee crossed her arms.
"Well. You said you'll talk at base." Arcee said.
Smokescreen gave her a look. Then he slumped, defeated. "Okay. I don't know why I'm hiding the truth anyway. So, uh…it started when I went unconscious, didn't it…" Smokescreen muttered.
Arcee nodded.
"But the next thing I saw after that-"

(-Flashback- Smokescreen POV)

It seemed like only 2 seconds since I told Arcee to leave. But for all I knew, it could have been 2 minutes, 2 hours, 2 days, 2 weeks, 2 months, maybe even 2 eons.
But when I opened my eyes, there was a cold, evil face to meet them.
"AAHGH!" I yelped, and started fighting, but was held down by…restraints. It felt familiar, the smooth platform on a 45 degree angle, the restraints tight around my joints, the cool temperature.
Wait. I'm back with the Decepticon named…Knockout. Yeah, that's it. I've been here before. Not that I wanna return. Maybe I could get out the way I did before…scrap. I forgot my phase shifter. It wouldn't have been of much use anyway, they probably learned their lesson from the last encounter to keep it away from me.
"Well?" The red Decepticon purred. "Is this what I get as a greeting? Not even a simple hello?" He chuckled.
I glowered at him.
He just smirked at me. "I know you're wondering why you're here again. Starscream said I was acting strange today. Well, it is true I started having odd and abnormal fetishes, but they are apparently even more peculiar to him than to me. I don't mind. He said he would do anything to settle me. I took it up and asked for him to bring me the Autobot 'Smokescreen'."
I was stunned. What…?
"So what you're saying is that Starscream was just trying to lure me in. For you." I concluded.
Knockout nodded. "Exactly." He purred deviously, a hint of sadistic joy in his voice.
"What are you going to do to me?" I suddenly blurted nervously, trying and failing to be brave.
He laughed. "Oh, I'll have some fun with you, play with you, I'll kill you later. I can promise you there'll be your energon splattering and staining everything, everywhere, and I'll have your still beating spark in my hand when I'm done with you. Your life will be extinguished here, and I'll be watching. " He said happily.
As soon as I envisioned that, my spark started beating like a human machine gun. If he couldn't hear it, I'd be surprised. Then I realized the flaw in his plan.
"Y-yeah, but you said so yourself there'd be energon everywhere. As in everywhere. Including you. It'll be all over your paint job." If I knew him well enough, he should've let me be at that without hesitating. But he thought about that for a little bit.
"Hmmm. I suppose you're right. But just envisioning the fun I'll have makes me ignore even my shining finish." He said thoughtfully, a smile curling on the edge of his thin lips.
Right then I realized I was doomed. My life was already over. I thought my spark had beat fast, but apparently it could beat a thousand times faster. I started sweating and panted.
Knockout's bit his lip, interlacing his fingers and holding them against his cheek, and acted like he'd just seen the cutest thing in the world. "Awww! Oh, that is just downright adorable!" He squealed.
I do not understand him. Not at all.
"How cute!" He blurted. He put his hand on my left thigh.
I strained my neck to see what he was doing. His fingertips played on the right side of my thigh. It made me feel very, VERY uncomfortable.
"Stop touching me there!" I complained, squirming.
Ignoring me, Knockout moved his hand up, letting his filthy Decepticon fingers rest on my crotch.
What in the name of the all spark…?
I tried to pull away as he stroked my chest with his other hand while caressing my crotch with the other. Of course, I couldn't. "Please, just stop. Stop it now," I said weakly as he leaned in closer, both his hands now on my sides. His touch seemed to be sapping my strength.
"Now, now, you know you like it. And if you don't, which I find highly unlikely, what are you going to do about it?" He said with a voice as sweet and sticky as the Earth substance called honey.
I shuddered. Did I like it? I think I subconsciously did…NO! No, I don't! I hate it! Stop!
I writhed and squirmed as he licked my neck. Then, he traveled up, licked my cheek, and finally kissed me on my mouth. He ran his tongue over my lips. It felt sickening and strange, and I automatically opened my mouth.
I don't know why. I think it was because didn't want the feeling of his tongue on me. That I can confirm. Too late to turn back now. He stuck his tongue in and played dominant. I could feel his tongue scraping mine.
Ugh… his hands were stroking my crotch area. I realized how he was right. What was I going to do about it? I couldn't do anything; my wrists and ankles were strapped down.
Knockout's eyes were closed. He was clearly enjoying every part of this.
I didn't know about me, but I knew I didn't want to like it. There was this huge surge of uneasiness during all of this. Knockout finally parted the kiss after what seemed like an eternity. He grinned mischievously and lay down on me, hands grabbing my shoulders. I felt my crotch touch his. I shuddered again. He moved his hips up and down, smiling wide. My eyes almost turned into perfect O's, they were so wide. I think I would've cried right there.
"Stop…!" I said, distressed. My eyes rolled into my head and I groaned. Make it stoooopp...
After probably a million hours, he did. I was glad he stopped at all. He got off me.
"I decided to let you live for a little longer, he said sweetly, licking my chest and then my crotch. I moaned.
"I just wished to do a little something that I've always wanted to do since I saw you."
"Why me?" I suddenly muttered as soon as it came into my head. "Why me and not someone else like Arcee or Bumblebee…?"
"Why not? You're perfect," He replied, smirking. I looked at him questioningly. "Your lines are the most beautiful I've seen, your shape perfect, your eagerness cute, your smirk seductive. You're just eye-catching. You are definitely a favorite. And because I love you, I would like to see you in pain. Slowly dying, gasping for breath, bleeding to death, your chest stilling, the light in your eyes fading…" Knockout answered, his fingertips traveling downward on my stomach. I fidgeted a bit as the points neared my legs. Knockout smiled evilly. "Well, your fun and mine are over. I can kill you know. Oh, don't worry; I'll take it nice and slow," He chirped, purring at the last bit. Yup; I'm gonna die now.

A/N This is just the beginning of how evil I can get...I scare myself...to prove it, remember what I wrote what Knockout did? That's what I would do if Smokescreen was on there. My fave Autobot? Smoke. Fave Decepticon? Knockout/Breakdown/Soundwave. Can't decide out of those three who is my real favorite, but at times Knockout jumps out at me. XwX. Proof now that I am evil. I just like Smokescreen's pain expression, and his voice/scream. I also like blood.
SEXY KNOCKOUT! X3