A/N I know I left you all at a cliffy back there..and sorry I took too long :c
And yes, I KNOW this is short -_- It was all I could think of. To make up for it, I've more planned for the chapters to come! And I'm sure that someone is going freak at the end and post endless flames for the next chapters...
To AnonymousZGirl: I was considering that, but then I realized I could never do it all. I have plans for that, though. It's going to be in a sequel to this story, I think. Once I finish this one. Thanks for bringing that up anyway, though!
Smokescreen leant forward, their lips meeting in a strong but soft kiss, closing their optics. Knockout's servos drifted unconsciously to Smokescreen's aft, which he fondled gently. In response, Smokescreen rubbed the mech's sides, while Knockout grasped the Autobot, pressing back deeper into a french kiss. Smokescreen pushed Knockout slowly backward onto a berth, his glossa rubbing against Knockout's, tasting every corner. The red mech slipped his servos in the chinks of Smokescreen's armor, searching for pleasure spots. Smokescreen moaned a little as Knockout's digits went under his chest armor.
Smirking, Knockout slowly trailed his claws down his abdomen, nearing his crotch. Finally, Smokescreen broke the kiss and a cry escaped him, extreme pleasure wracking his body so much it almost hurt. Overload tried to take control of him, but he regained his bearings and slid his own servos down Knockout's aft, down the backs of his thighs. Knockout's back arched almost immediately.
Smokescreen precariously stayed on Knockout's groin, almost unnoticeably peeling open his panel. Knockout let out a needy groan, almost clawing at Smokescreen's sides for him to get closer. Their midsections grinded together, and they finally drew back their panels simultaneously. Smokescreen's spike erected, starting to inflate to full size. Knockout moaned, sensual feelings wracking his crotch as the Autobot's spike merely brushed the surface of his valve.
"Smokescreen, stop wasting time and take me," He whispered breathily, feeling weak, his face skyward and his optics squeezed shut. Smokescreen easily obliged, thrusting deep into the wide open valve. Knockout let out a scream as Smokescreen worked his hips to go deeper into Knockout. Perpetual shudders dragged long, low sounds of bodily delight from him.
Smokescreen leaned forward, starting to nip at Knockout's neck. Knockout turned his helm so that the other mech could get better reach. Slowly, so that he might get a better reaction, Smokescreen slicked the sensitive wiring with wet, almost sticky, warm mouth fluids. Gently, he bit the cables, later easing the dull stabs of pain with licks and kisses. Desperately, Knockout's servos flew to Smokescreen's shoulders as he cried out the Autobot's name. With a particularly hard thrust, Smokescreen warned him to keep it down. They still had the possibility of getting caught. But then again, with a performance like that, who couldn't help going vocal?
At last, Knockout sucked in a breath and held it, optics shut tight as overload kicked in, erecting his spike and spraying it all over Smokescreen's stomach. Transfluid covered them both, dripping off the sides of the berth with a steady rain. Smokescreen pulled out his spike and positioned the tip over Knockout's faceplates. Grunting, Smokescreen overloaded as well, drenching Knockout's face and chest. The red mech fought to breathe without swallowing some of it.
"I couldn't resist," Smokescreen murmured. "It was just so tempting to see you all wet." Knockout panted, shivering faintly.
"Your…performance is wonderful," He admitted, smiling softly. Smokescreen grinned back, clicking his panel closed. Knockout did the same. Dismounting Knockout, Smokescreen wiped the most of the transfluid off him.
"So…the reason I came here. About that truce?" Smokescreen said, raising an optic ridge. Knockout panted quietly, still on the berth, still soaking wet. Smokescreen's fluids, and his own, were dripping from his face, chestplates, hips, down his thighs…he opened his optics a little at the mention of the truce. Well…it'd be a shame to lose such a good berth partner, but it wouldn't be worth it if he loses his life to Megatron just because he was caught interfacing…besides, it was fun torturing him as well. Making his decision, he sighed, sitting up.
"Alright, Smokescreen. We'll make a truce. But only if you do these things," He started, locking optics.
"I'm listening," Smokescreen responded, nodding.
"It'll be a deal if you get all the mechs in the base to frag you until you overload, and that you kiss Arcee till she's drunk," He said, smirking wide. The Autobot mech blinked, faceplates blank. His jaw parted a little. "Err…that's a hard one…but I'll do it. For you," He finished, accepting. Knockout laughed internally.
Let's see him try that!
A/N I know you stopped breathing when Knockout said that XDDDD Yes. He's actually going to do it. Are you ready to face the incoming power? cx
BTW, each chapter is with a different character that Smokescreen has to get. And each chapter has a different "theme". For example: One will be fluffy, another will be lust, and yet another will be kinda forced...like rape.
I'll be sure to mention it until Smokescreen is done with each character, and I'll take a vote on which one you like best before moving on ;D Now review please and tell me what you think!