A/N As you may realize in this story, the characters are...more in-character. Yeah. XDDDot in the middle, but at the beginning and end of this chapter.
Kinda late for this, but...Merry Christmas! XDDD Shoulda done that 24 hours ago... :/ Meh. Just read.

Smokescreen felt okay after the first couple days, but felt kind of strange after a while. Like there was something more he wanted…he wasn't able to identify it.
Bulkhead realized Smokescreen wasn't feeling well. He approached Smokescreen when one of Smokescreen's strange headaches occurred.
"Smoke? You alright?" Smokescreen glanced at him as he rubbed his helm with a servo.
"Just this stupid headache. It won't go away, and I don't know what the cause is," Smokescreen mumbled. "You want me to get Ratchet?" Bulkhead asked. "I mean, ever since Knockout had-"
"Knockout!" Smokescreen suddenly blurted, optics wide.
"Uhh…what?"
"It's Knockout!" Smokescreen repeated. "He's the cause for these headaches!" Smokescreen explained to Bulkhead. Indeed, Smokescreen felt something click when Bulkhead mentioned the Decepticon's name. Bulkhead blinked.
"Okay, that makes it sound like he infected you with something," He laughed nervously.
"Actually," Smokescreen began, seemingly distant, "I think it's because I miss him," Bulkhead jolted with surprise.
"I think I'd better get Ratchet," He concluded anxiously.
"You what?" Ratchet exploded. Smokescreen could only shrug in his defense. Ratchet rubbed his chin, thinking hard. "This is very strange indeed," The medic muttered under his breath. "I may not know why you miss Knockout, but I guess I know 2 ways to fix it. A; you can ignore the feelings, or B; we can bring Knockout to you and see what happens."
"Bring Knockout to me," Smokescreen blurted, almost before Ratchet finished speaking. Ratchet blinked at him.
"Very well then," He said, eyeing the young warrior suspiciously. "Would you like to participate in Knockout's capture?" He questioned.
"Err, Ratchet, the reason we came to you was because of Smokescreen's headache. Do you think it could affect him during the mission?" Bulkhead suggested. Ratchet thought on the matter.
"Alright. I will go consult with Optimus," he mumbled, walking slowly off.
"Don't worry, I'll go for you," Bulkhead promised to Smokescreen. Smokescreen smiled a little.
Knockout was spotted leading a troop of vehicons to find a stray energon signal. The Autobot team, composed of Bulkhead, Bumblebee, and Arcee, easily ambushed Knockout, leaving the vehicons to flee. They brought their prisoner to the base, wasting no time.
Smokescreen was waiting for them when they emerged from the ground bridge. He looked up was he heard the familiar sound of the ground bridge as it let in the foursome. Bulkhead and Bumblebee each took a shoulder, and dragged Knockout along. Knockout already had his hands tied behind his back. Arcee was leading them. She stepped aside as Bulkhead and Bumblebee deposited Knockout before Smokescreen. Knockout was on his knees, legs folded under him, servos behind his back. He looked up nervously at Smokescreen.
Smokescreen stared, eyes wide, heating up nervously.
"You just HAD to," He mumbled, his knees weakening. Knockout smirked. He knew the look he was getting from Smokescreen. He was quite familiar with it. He got it a lot. Smokescreen was falling for him. Knockout squirmed a little against the cuffs that kept his hands back, doing it such a way on purpose that he knew would make Smokescreen weaken even more. And Smokescreen did. Smokescreen's shoulders dropped, his jaw parted, and his arms hung limp at his side as he fell to his knees. His eyes just plain said, 'frag me'.
"Err…Smoke?" Bulkhead urged. Smokescreen suddenly snapped back to reality.
"Huh? What? Oh, yeah," Smokescreen said. "Can you help me bring him to my room? I have a couple questions for him," Smokescreen murmured, almost losing himself when he glanced back at Knockout. Knockout was smirking in such a way that Smokescreen almost overheated. He had to struggle to tear his gaze free from Knockout's hips.
Right before Smokescreen was about to cry out to Knockout to have mercy on him, Bulkhead saved him. The green Autobot helped Smokescreen up, and picked the red car mech up by his arm. Knockout cringed.
"Hey, watch the paint!" He snarled angrily. Smokescreen took the other arm.
"Careful," Smokescreen purred to Bulkhead. "Don't wanna break the toy before I do," Smokescreen teased. Bulkhead laughed. Knockout struggled from his uncomfortable position. He couldn't touch the ground with his feet, he was lifted so high. So he curled his legs under him as he was carried toward Smokescreen's room.
Smokescreen and Bulkhead threw Knockout down on the ground as soon as they entered the room. A grunt of protest escaped Knockout as he hit the floor.
"I wanted this to be just between Knockout and myself," Smokescreen admitted to Bulkhead. The hefty Autobot took the hint and left the room, the door sliding closed behind him. The two remaining mechs shared a glare. Knockout got to his feet, rather clumsily from the lack of his hands to steady himself.
"Well; you've got me. Whatever you want to do to me is your choice," Knockout growled. Smokescreen stared at him. "Lie down," he said, motioning to the berth beside him. Knockout scoffed.
"HA! What, are you going to rock me to sleep? Sing me a lullaby, perhaps!?" He spat. Smokescreen wasn't shaken by the mech's words and stayed insistent.
Knockout finally gave in. He moved himself onto the flat metal surface, on his back. All four of his wheels were on the berth now; his back wheels and the heel wheels. He shifted uncomfortably, for his cuffs were bothering him. He was rather surprised to see and feel Smokescreen crawl onto him. Smokescreen kept a straight face and stared Knockout in the eye as his servos snuck up to Knockout's back. He touched Knockout's hands, and deactivated the cuffs. Knockout's eyes widened in shock as Smokescreen tossed them away.
Knockout was about to activate his blasters and shoot his way out, but he somehow didn't want to. He couldn't bring himself to. Smokescreen let his legs drape over the sides of Knockout's. Smokescreen leaned his face in close, and whispered in his audio,
"Now, tell me, Knockout; have you been fragged before?" Knockout was stunned at the question. He expected something more like "What is Megatron planning now?" or "Where is the Nemesis?" Something similar to that. Not personal questions. Before Knockout could answer anyways, though, Smokescreen leaned even more forward, closing his eyes. Their lips met in a kiss. Knockout was too stunned to do anything. Smokescreen glided his hands over Knockout's sides, his hips. Knockout couldn't resist but to kiss back.
What happened to Smokescreen? Knockout was wondering, but he didn't really want it to end. So he didn't ask or try to fix it at all.
After a long moment, Smokescreen pulled away, and moved down on Knockout's body. His fingers rested on Knockout's crotch. Knockout suddenly felt tingly. His chassis started heating up. "You're wet already," Smokescreen smirked. It was true. Knockout was already building his overload. "C'mon. Open up," Smokescreen purred. To Smokescreen's voice, Knockout couldn't resist. He retracted his interface panel. Smokescreen grinned and slipped a finger inside Knockout's valve. Knockout tensed as the finger started to slowly move in and out. It gained power, and soon Knockout was moving up and down on the berth a little from the force. Suddenly Smokescreen slipped another finger in, and made a scissoring motion. Knockout loved it. He gulped for breath as Smokescreen did it harder.
"Smokescreen!" Knockout finally gasped.
"Hmm?"
"More…please…" Knockout breathed. Smokescreen slid a third finger in. Knockout moaned softly in intense pleasure. Knockout closed his eyes. He didn't hear the click as Smokescreen retracted his own interface panel. And while he did that Smokescreen moved up a little, and replaced his fingers with something else…
Knockout yelped. "What was that?" Knockout cried out, then silenced, seeing that Smokescreen had slipped his spike in. Smokescreen pressed the same three fingers on Knockout's lips. The red car mech hesitated before licking them clean while Smokescreen fragged him with a steady rhythm.
The Autobot attacked Knockout's neck. Knockout moved his head so Smokescreen could have better access to his neck. Smokescreen was doing delicious things to his neck, nipping at cables, then soothing them with his glossa.
And it was at that moment was Ratchet had to open the door.
"Smokescreen, there's an issue with the humans you might want to see-" Ratchet began, looking at a notebook. The orange and white medic looked up to see what Smokescreen was doing. He immediately stopped talking. He dropped the notebook in shock. His jaw hung open, eyes clouded with horror. Smokescreen put a finger to his lips, signaling to not talk about this to anyone, even while he fragged Knockout. Knockout's eyes were closed, and he was whispering over and over,
"Oh, bliss, oh, bliss, oh, bliss…"
"I'll explain later," Smokescreen mouthed silently. Ratchet swallowed and nodded, leaning down to pick up his notebook. "I-I suppose we can handle the human's problem ourselves…" He whispered, exiting the room. Smokescreen stopped fragging Knockout and drew back his spike, shaking Knockout awake. Smokescreen whispered Knockout's name, even while he stroked his valve. Knockout opened an eye.
"Ready to overload yet?" Knockout smirked.
"I'm used to this. It takes a lot more than that to get me to overload," Knockout laughed. Smokescreen grinned.
"Then you're gonna love this…" He re-inserted his spike back into Knockout's valve and fragged him normally. Knockout laughed again.
"This is boring," He drawled. "Frag me harder, faster," The Decepticon urged. Smokescreen chuckled.
"No turning back now," Smokescreen purred, slowly kicking into overdrive.

The humans were arguing again. Apparently something happened. Whether it was about Miko's guitar, or about racing, they couldn't have them quarreling. It didn't make a good work environment. Ratchet was sent to get Smokescreen for help.
Ratchet returned without Smokescreen, a horrified expression in his eyes. When inquired, he simply said Smokescreen was…busy. The team shrugged it off and decided to choose sides; Arcee with Jack, Bumblebee with Raf, and Bulkhead with Miko. Ratchet and Optimus Prime were indifferent, and only watched them angrily chatter, adding their two cents in here and there. Then suddenly…
"Do you hear that?" Arcee snapped. The noise died down, as each member of the team raised their heads to listen.
"Ow! Smokescreen, please!" The sound was muffled.
"Sounds like…Knockout," Raf said, confused. The Autobots tensed.
"Uh, there's something we have to tell you," Bulkhead began.
"Let's go check it out!" Miko blurted, not waiting for him to finish.
"Miko, wait!" Bulkhead snapped. She ignored him.
"NO!" Ratchet leapt up and ran after her, seemingly desperate. "We can't let her see what Smokescreen's doing to Knockout!" Ratchet yelled back. Bulkhead and Bumblebee looked at each other as Optimus Prime got up as well.
"W-Wait, Knockout's in the base?" Jack said.
"Yeah. Smokescreen started to have these weird headaches, and he claims its Knockout's fault, so we brought the 'Con to him," Arcee muttered, standing up from her kneel besides Jack. "I've got to see this,"
"Hey, wait for us!" Raf and Jack blurted, chasing after them.
Ratchet stomped a foot in Miko's path toward the door, blocking her way.
"Hey!" Miko pouted.
"Miko, what is happening in this room is none of your business," Ratchet snapped angrily at her.
"But I wanna see!" She whined loudly, stomping her foot. Ratchet sighed, leaning down.
"I think you'd be better off not knowing," He growled. Suddenly the rest of the humans and Autobots show up in the scene, just as a rather loud yelp that sounded like Knockout's came through the other side of the door.
"That's it," Suddenly Miko takes a path around Ratchet's foot.
"NO!" Suddenly the automatic doors opened.

A/N I'm sick. (As in "ill". Not...) So if I'm less bouncy than usual, that's why XDDDD Scary, isn't it? Well, then watch out; even scarier chapters are to come XDDD I know. It's dark. I betting someone out there is squirming...
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