A/N An outlandishly naughty chapter... :/ I'll need reviews on this one. I felt like doing something like this...SCARY
It was only a couple weeks after Knockout visited the base. Smokescreen was feeling weird again. He suspected it was Knockout, but he didn't want to bring him in again for various reasons. So he just waited it out.
Smokescreen was on his berth again, staring blankly the ceiling, thinking. Ratchet wandered in after hearing Smokescreen wasn't feeling well again.
"Smokescreen?"
"Yeah, doc?" Smokescreen answered immediately, not even turning his head to look at the mech. Ratchet walked closer and knelt down next to him.
"I heard you had a headache again?"
"You bet," Smokescreen chuckled, finally looking at Ratchet. Ratchet placed a servo on the young Autobot's forehead. His optic ridges raised in surprise.
"Smokescreen, you're really close to overheating," Ratchet remarked.
"Tell me about it," Smokescreen mumbled, turning on his cooling fans to emphasize his point. Ratchet looked at him in concern.
"Smokescreen, as your medic, it's my job to care about your health. Should we bring Knockout again?" Ratchet worded. Smokescreen shook his head. Ratchet got up. "Very well then. If you need anything, just ask," He called over his shoulder. The door closed.
Bulkhead, Bumblebee, and Arcee drove in suddenly in their vehicle forms, carrying a load with the names of Jack, Miko, and Raf. Ratchet looked shocked. "What!? Aren't you supposed to be in school?!" Ratchet blurted, staring at the 3.
"I told you a while ago that it was nearing the end of the school year," Jack shrugged. Miko came up alongside him.
"Yeah, so there's more free-time for us in the base!" She said excitedly, pumping a fist. Ratchet groaned. Raf looked around.
"Hey, where's Smokescreen?" He wondered aloud, after realizing his absence.
"He's in his room. He has a headache again," Ratchet explained.
"Smoke's out sick AGAIN?!" Miko huffed. Ratchet stared contemptuously down at her.
"As much as I'd like to put you in bed myself…" He growled.
"Enough." The word was loud and clear. Optimus Prime stepped forward. "We can't have such arguing amongst ourselves. Jack, Raphael, Miko, you may see Smokescreen, if you wish," Optimus suggested. The humans shrugged.
Smokescreen opened an optic, hearing the door slide open. It was the whole of Team Prime. Bulkhead held Miko, while Arcee cradled Jack, and Raf was sitting on Bumblebee's shoulder. Optimus Prime and Ratchet were behind them, supervising. Bumblebee, Bulkhead, and Arcee put the humans on Smokescreen's berth. Smokescreen shifted into a sitting position and looked at them.
"They wanted to see you," Arcee explained. Smokescreen nodded his understanding.
"Hi again," He mumbled. They waved.
"So, uh…how are you feeling?" Jack asked.
"Not too good," The Autobot admitted, pressing a servo against his head and closing his optics. Team Prime started talking casually, asking questions here and there, just chatting. Miko quickly got bored and leaned against Smokescreen's thigh…only to flash off again. She rubbed her back with a protestant
"Ouch!"
It got the attention of the others quite readily. "Wow, Smokescreen, you're burning!" Miko commented. Smokescreen shrugged. His cooling fans kicked on. Ratchet frowned and took the mech's temperature.
"Smokescreen, you're overheating!" The medic remarked. He pressed a hand to Smokescreen's forehead. Smokescreen closed his eyes and moaned. Touch…he leaned into it. Ratchet looked at him strangely. All wasn't well with him... Suddenly, Smokescreen flashed his interface panel. Ratchet jumped in surprise. "Did you see that?" He squeaked, as Smokescreen lay down heavily on his berth, moaning softly, optics shut.
"See what?" Bulkhead muttered.
As if on cue, Smokescreen flicked back his panel again, then snapped it shut, all in the blink of an eye.
"I think we'll have to clear the humans out for this one," Ratchet mumbled, eyes narrowing with concentration. Bumblebee and Bulkhead nodded, and scooped up the humans, leading them out. Miko protested, obviously. Ratchet shook Smokescreen lightly, trying to get him to wake up. "Smokescreen," He urged gently. Smokescreen opened an optic. "Is there something wrong?" Ratchet asked, running a hand along the mech's torso. Smokescreen purred at the touch. After a moment, Ratchet cautiously drew his servo back.
Smokescreen was silent for a little bit. Then he murmured,
"I need to frag something…" Ratchet stared at him, shocked.
"He's getting out of control, quick, tie him up!" Ratchet ordered.
It was a struggle to get Smokescreen tied. He fought a lot. But finally, he was in bindings. Ratchet sensed Knockout's help was needed.
It turned out Knockout was street racing. He was so into the sport he forgot to mask his energy signal. Ratchet easily found him, and broke into his comm-link.
"Knockout!" He screeched. Knockout swerved suddenly, taken by surprise.
"Ratchet!? How'd you find me?!" Knockout blubbered nervously.
"Your signal isn't masked," Ratchet deadpanned. Knockout realized his error and quickly hid the signal.
"Alright, thanks, bye," He spat, about to cut off the connection.
"Wait!"
"What now?" The car mech growled, just about fed up with this.
"Smokescreen needs you," Ratchet said, his voice gentler. Knockout slowed a little.
"What does he need with me?" Knockout asked.
"He's getting out of control. He's begging mechs to frag him," Ratchet explained. Knockout was speechless for a minute. Silence.
Suddenly, bubbling, amused laughter resonated from the comm. Ratchet couldn't find words as Knockout continued laughing.
At last, Knockout found his breath.
"I…I'll be right there. Send a ground bridge to my coordinates." He said. Ratchet almost didn't believe him; he agreed so fast. Staying true to his word, Knockout sent them his location. Ratchet thanked him and activated the bridge. Instantaneously, Knockout burst through in vehicle mode. He transformed back to robot form and looked around. "So. Where is he?" Ratchet led the way.
Arcee, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead guarded Smokescreen while Ratchet tried to get Knockout to help. Smokescreen's optics were pressed closed as he groaned in distress, overheating. He was working to breathe. The other three Cybertronians tried desperately to ignore him.
Arcee couldn't help but to glance back.
"Frag me," He mumbled. Arcee jolted, so did Bulkhead and Bumblebee.
"As if," She growled back. Smokescreen struggled against the metallic rope. He was overheating, disoriented. The heat…he felt ill, and his whole body ached.
"Just…touch me…" He moaned helplessly. Arcee glared down at him silently. Smokescreen writhed from his position on the floor. He opened his eyes, panting. She sighed impatiently.
"Okay, fine," She growled, snatching a wrench from the nearest table. She knelt down beside him, waving it in his face. "Will this do?" She snapped angrily. Smokescreen squinted, trying to focus on the grayish blob.
"That's…not what I meant…" Bumblebee and Bulkhead watched in wonder as Arcee shoved the handle up Smokescreen's valve. Smokescreen shuddered in intense pleasure. Arcee continued lazily moving it in and out for a while.
A long time later, she heard footsteps. She tensed, and ripped the tool out with a splash of lubricant, setting it quickly back on the table. She resumed her normal position, guarding, looking like nothing had happened.
Ratchet and Knockout came through the door at that moment. She gave a respectful nod at them. Bulkhead and Bumblebee followed her example. Knockout blinked at the bound figure on the ground, looking past the three Autobots surrounding him. They noticed what he was looking at and stepped aside.
Smokescreen heard the movement, even past the heat and pressure pressing down on him brutally, suffocating him. He opened an optic weakly. Knockout. He recognized the red form. Smokescreen sighed a little. Ratchet blinked.
"Just seeing you makes him better," Ratchet remarked, looking at Knockout. He was genuinely impressed. Smokescreen rolled onto his back, fighting against the bindings. Arcee knelt down and severed the rope with her arm blades, letting him go. It was obvious Smokescreen wasn't going anywhere.
"Knockout…" Smokescreen said, eyes closed. Knockout nodded, signaling he was listening. "Frag…me…" The Autobot continued, spreading his legs a little. Knockout stared at him in shock, but then obliged and got on the floor, crawling onto him. They retracted their interface panels. Knockout slipped his spike in. The Autobots watching squirmed.
And, unbeknownst to them, Miko was watching quietly from the entrance, intrigued.
Smokescreen panted, eyes trained on Knockout's face. "Harder," He whispered hoarsely. Knockout hesitated, but then did as told. "Faster," Smokescreen urged. Miko stared at the scene with wide eyes. "Harder, harder, frag me faster," Smokescreen kept telling Knockout.
Smokescreen started to wince as Knockout's spike penetrated deeper and stretched his valve. Ratchet narrowed his eyes in concern.
Arcee had finally taken enough and left the room, disgusted. She was followed by Bumblebee and Bulkhead. Miko hid from them as they passed. When she looked back at Smokescreen and Knockout, Knockout had already gotten his thrusts to the point where Smokescreen was bouncing a little. Miko mouthed,
"Whoa…" as she leaned forward with interest.
"Smokescreen, I think you should stop now," Ratchet said. Knockout's expression made it seem like he agreed with Ratchet. But Smokescreen insisted they kept going. Smokescreen clutched and Knockout's sides, grunting as each thrust pushed him farther across the floor.
"Smokescreen, I-"
"Just…keep…going…!" Smokescreen growled between gritted teeth. All of a sudden Knockout got to the point where Smokescreen cried out in pain and gripped Knockout in a death grip as he tried to endure it.
"Smokescreen, we should stop!" Knockout urged. Smokescreen shook his head.
"A little more," He insisted. Knockout had no choice but to continue. And…suddenly… "AAAHHHGGH!" The scream tore from Smokescreen's throat.
Knockout pulled away quickly, feeling he had broken something. He stared bewilderedly at his own spike. It was soaked in energon.
Miko stared, lapping it all in with her eyes. Smokescreen stayed on the floor, panting heavily, optics closed. Energon and lubricant poured uncontrollably through his valve, forming a strangely colored puddle.
"D…Did I do this?" Knockout said, staring, unable to tear his gaze away from the Autobot. Ratchet nodded, still in shock. "Smokescreen, I'm so-"
"Don't be," Smokescreen suddenly breathed. Knockout grabbed Smokescreen and pulled him off the ground. Smokescreen clutched at Knockout, still tired and in pain. "T-thanks," Smokescreen gasped. "I feel much better now." Knockout stared at the energon and lubricant dripping down the inside of Smokescreen's legs. He couldn't help whistling. Miko just kept watching. Smokescreen and Knockout finally clicked shut their interface panels, but not before Miko got a highly detailed look at what was under.
"Cool!" She blurted. All three Cybertronians whipped their heads towards the sound.
"Miko!?" Ratchet burst.
A/N I'd like to see what Silas/Cylas thinks of this, if he can think up something as perverted as this with his wicked mind XDDD Review, please!
I have some questions for readers: Who do you think is taller; Smokescreen or Knockout? And who do you prefer being dominant?