A/N :3 I LIEK WRITIN DIS... Kinda dramatic at the beginning. Yeah. Go on. Read. BEWARE: Freaky yaoi. =v=

Arcee was crying. Optimus was silent, saddened, concerned. Bumblebee tried to keep the image of Smokescreen suffering like that out of his brain pan. Arcee felt deeply sorry for him, and Ratchet was too, but Bulkhead was unimpressed. He didn't believe a word Smokescreen said. He couldn't have possibly survived that, and it was crazy to him for a spark as cold as Knockout's to exist.
"Lies. All of them. I don't believe a word." He deadpanned.
"Bulkhead!" Ratchet snapped.
"It can't possibly be true. I mean, do you all really believe this? I know the Cons are cruel, but this is impossible. Smoke here shouldn't be alive if what this story of his is true." Bulkhead growled, surging toward Smokescreen. Smokescreen remained emotionless. "Now, tell me Smokescreen. What's the real story? Don't lie to me," Bulkhead rumbled.
"All I said is true," Smokescreen replied calmly.
"I'M NOT THAT DUMB!" Bulkhead screeched, grabbing Smokescreen by the shoulders and lifting him into the air. But then Bulkhead saw Smokescreen's expression. His face softened at the sight of Smokescreen wincing. Smokescreen bowed his head a little, pressing his eyes closed and gritting his teeth, cringing. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with hurt. His expression could only be described as pained. It was only then that Bulkhead realized that Smokescreen was weakened, sensitive after his experience with Knockout, which was actually just like he retold it. He dropped Smokescreen, stunned at what he'd done. Smokescreen collapsed on the floor, and grunted on impact. Ratchet and Bumblebee helped Smokescreen to his feet. Smokescreen was staring at the ground. "S…sorry, Smoke. I…kinda thought you wrong,"
"I-It's okay…yeah…I-I'm f-f-fine…" Smokescreen answered weakly, eyes closed. "You…can let go of me now," He said to the medic and scout. They backed away.
"Err…go on with your story, Smoke." Bulkhead urged. Smokescreen took a deep breath. Then he spoke.

(-Flashback- Smokescreen POV)

I woke up suddenly. My eyes just flew open, and I snapped my head up. I remembered faintly my spark being ripped out of my chest. My eyes were dim and everything seemed to be far away. There were two forms in front of me. One of them was rather vague…but I recognized it immediately as Megatron. The other was much clearer. I felt…content…that he was here. I was ready to follow him, to obey his commands…Knockout.
"You have done a good job with him," Megatron praised. I felt good that Knockout was being complimented. I was on his side, no matter what.
"Indeed, Megatron. He is of my own handiwork, of course, and-"
"Yes, yes," Megatron said quickly before Knockout got too carried away with his self-praise. I didn't understand. He could spend all day going on about himself, for he had many good qualities and he was great anyway, too. "How well does he follow command?" Megatron inquired.
"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Knockout purred, grinning wide. Megatron turned to me. Quick! Say something fast! "I…I will do as told, especially orders from you two, Starscream, and Soundwave, of whom are all high ranked. But it is commands from you two that I will respect the most," I said, thinking quickly.
"Good, good. Your loyalty will do me well, I suppose," Megatron said. I bowed my head in acceptance. "Is there anything you succeed in best specifically?" He asked.
"I'm loyal to whom I serve and will do my best to please. I can do well in a fight, and I can use my head when needed," I responded.
"And your vehicle form is a human automobile, is this so?"
"Yes, sir," Megatron looked back to Knockout.
"Experiment 0062 approved. You are dismissed," He said curtly, then leaving the room.
"I understand, Megatron," Knockout answered back. Megatron took no notice, but exited the room. Knockout suddenly got all excited. "YES!" He cried, and got so happy he kissed me on the lips. I didn't mind, but pulled Knockout close and sank into it. I liked it.

Later on that day, after I checked the Nemesis's systems and made sure the vehicons weren't lazing, Knockout said we needed to go back to his quarters. He didn't say why, but I didn't bother to ask. Orders from Knockout are orders from Knockout. Once we stepped inside, Knockout motioned toward his berth.
"I'm bored," He said. "I'd like to fix that." I was definitely ready to help him with that. He lay down and beckoned me to come. And right then…he changed. Suddenly his curves were graceful, his eyes beautiful, his whole body seductive…my spark pounded in my chest. I lay on him and he welcomed me in. We romanced for a while…time passed quickly. Before either of us knew it, it was recharge time. We didn't even care to get up and recharge properly. We fell asleep right there, on top of each other, on that berth.
When I woke up, I was on Knockout. I smiled at his sleeping face. He looked cute. Slowly, I got off him, as not to disturb his beauty sleep.
"Wait," I heard a voice behind me as I walked away to do morning duties across the ship. I froze. Looking over my shoulder, Knockout had woken up, and was gesturing me to come. I walked back to the berth. Knockout got off it and patted it, a signal for me to lie down. I obligingly did. Knockout got on top of me, but then he moved up, toward the far end of the berth, toward my head. He sat up, kneeling, but legs splayed across my head. His crotch was only inches from my face. What was he doing…? Seeing I wasn't getting it, Knockout rubbed his crotch against my mouth. Oh…I think I understand now. I licked it, running my tongue over the smooth surface. Knockout definitely liked that. He put his hands on my head and pressed me closer against his crotch. I kept licking, in turn putting my hands on his waist and pulling him down onto me, licking even more and more furiously. I liked the feel of cold, smooth metal on my tongue. All the while, Knockout was moaning softly with intense pleasure. Somehow we ended up switching spots. Knockout was licking mine. And, oh, it felt good… I felt a pleasurable warm tingling when he did it. I was on my back and Knockout had moved down to my waist. I spread my legs wider. Knockout got the hint and licked even more furiously, moving his tongue sweetly between my legs. I wondered if he liked doing it or if he was just doing it because I wanted him to…Time to find out. I moved up on the berth, scooting a little bit away from Knockout. Knockout followed and spread my legs, sucking on the metal. It's confirmed; Knockout likes doing it and is doing it voluntarily. I pressed Knockout's face deeper between my legs with a hand. Lovely.
I don't know how much time passed, but eventually Knockout pulled away and swallowed.
"As much as I don't want to, I'll have to end our fun," He said, smiling. It was good to hear his voice, but what was he talking about? Ending our fun? I want it to last forever! Knockout reached up toward my head with a hand. He then ripped off a small chip in the back of my head. And right then I remembered who I really was.
I wasn't a Decepticon, loyally following Knockout and Megatron. I was Smokescreen, fierce hater of the Decepticons, an Autobot warrior. Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Bulkhead, Arcee, Bumblebee, Jack, Raf, Miko; that was my real team. I remembered the past days, when Knockout was torturing me. And for a little while…I was Knockout and Megatron's slave. No, that would describe it wrong…my obedience was deliberate, wasn't it? So I was…a voluntary slave. Yeah, that's it.
Knockout was grinning down at me. He was on top of me.
"Smokescreen?" He said, running his claws down my abdomen.
"Get your filthy con fingers off me!" I spat at him angrily. "I knew you were in there," He purred. He drew his face close. I tried to get out from under him, but he caught me before I could. Out of nowhere he kissed me on the lips. My face blushed deep red and I started sweating.
Knockout activated the restraints. They clicked into place around my joints. He got off me, dusting himself off.
"I'll be sending you back home today," He said. A huge sigh of relief passed through me. "But before I do that, I'll have to reopen your old wounds," He continued, glaring at me with optics so hard and cold that I cowered from within the restraints. He sharpened his claws. I immediately tensed.
Knockout raised a hand over his head. He looked ready to bring it down on me. I'll admit it; I was scared.

A/N No matter WHAT you do while you read this, be sure to do ONE thing; this is actually optional, but it helps me to write this: REVIEW ;D

...Ya. Smokescreen and KO are sucking each other's balls... o_o ...what a gay couple.