Hello again! It's Thanksgiving weekend and I got a four-day holiday all to myself to write my tired overworked heart out! Of course despite all the time I had to work on this chapter I kind of rushed through it. When I started this story, I didn't think I'd be adding Breakdown and Knockout so much, but I think I started having a little bit of fun with both their relationship and how Soundwave meddles in it. XD

I haven't strayed away from Cass and Megatron, and things are finally starting to develop into what I see for the drone's future…. Or whatever he sees for everyone else.

Special shout out to maria-ioanna984: You have, by far, sent me my most enthusiastic review yet. Thank you for taking the time, and I hope you keep having fun reading my story…. And please hang in there for Soundwave. I do have a plan for him I promise. No spoilers though! ;)

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MERCY

Chapter 5

Premonitions

"Breakdown?" Someone was calling out to him, or at least he thought. There was a voice directed at him coming from somewhere, but it was so dark Cass couldn't see whom it was. "Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry," he called out in reply, "I'm not officer Breakdown. I'm Vehicon drone CA-591-AN. Do you need something from me?"

"An energon signal? By an active volcano?" Said the voice, ignoring Cass entirely. "Alright…. Be quick and come back in one piece."

"Wait? Is that you, medical Officer Knockout?" The drone still couldn't see anything. "I don't understand? What do you need from me?"

Suddenly, Knockout's voice was replaced with loud thundering clashes of metal against earth. There was a fight happening around him, but he couldn't tell where. New voices sounded off to the side of him and he tried to turn to see who was fighting, but unexpectedly he couldn't. He didn't feel like he was being forced to stay in one spot, but when Cass's processor told his body to move it disobeyed and stood in place. For some reason, this wasn't a frightening experience for the drone. In fact, he felt somehow relaxed. Like he was recharging.

"Oh, I get it now," Cass told himself, "It's all just a flux." He was dreaming. An odd dream at that, since he never had one where he couldn't see anything. He could feel what was happening, and he thought maybe he was just tossing as he rested. When he felt a sudden thud in front of him, Cass thought he had fallen off the berth or where ever he was recharging. He couldn't remember where he settled to rest.

"As much as I'll miss our little reunions…." Chortled another voice that the young Vehicon already identified as Officer Breakdown. "Hammer-time…."

Out of nowhere, Cass felt a harsh trail of electricity envelope his frame. He felt no pain, but he did feel himself fall backwards. He landed on his back and then he heard another voice in the distance. Cass didn't know whom was speaking this time, and the strangers voice was obscured by a background of overlapping whispers. "Take the victor." That was the last thing Cass heard before his hands were restrained to his sides. He struggled under invisible clasps and he reared his helm trying to force his optics to take in any form of vision. Still there was nothing and the young drone began to panic.

"Help!" Cass cried. "Is anyone there?! Please! I don't know what is happening?!"

"I'm afraid you won't survive the process…." The stranger answered out of context. "But MECH thanks you for your sacrifice."

"What are you talking about?!" The Vehicon attempted to kick his pedes, but they laid still. "Help me, please! Somebody-!"

"Open him up." Both the stranger and the whining whirl of a drill blatantly interrupted Cass. The harsh words echoed through his mind, and his vision finally flashed over his optics…. Revealing a large spiraling drill-bit spinning violently above his helm.

He screamed in terror and thrashed as the drill spun closer and closer until it was right above his right optic. "No! No! Help! Help me! Please!"

"Caspian…." A calm voice called for him and he felt a warm touch on his shoulders. "Caspian. Wake up. You're having a bad flux."

"NO!" The young model gasped and pushed himself up on his elbow joints. The warm touch on his shoulders coaxed him to gently lie back down, and then slowly started to stroke his sides.

"Be still Caspian." The voice hushed him coolly. "You are safe."

"M-M' Lord…." Cass shook in Megatron's arms. The Warlord leered over him as the smaller mech slowly regained consciousness. Still too exhausted, Cass fell back onto the berth, and opened his optics hazily. "Where…. Am I?"

"You have forgotten?" Megatron smiled, relieved the young mech was calming himself. "You spent the night here with me. In my berth chamber."

"I did…?" The drone asked, still delirious. Almost instantly his optics flew open in a sudden awareness. "Oh Primus…. I did!"

A deep blue blush ran across his faceplate which he desperately tried to hide behind his servos. Memories of the previous night flooded his processor and remembered everything he said and did. He remembered how his body reacted to every touch, and the way his vocalizer hitched or raised on the new waves of pleasure. Cass was absolutely mortified.

Megatron smirked and caressed the Vehicon's helm. He tried to coax Cass to remove his servos and moved his helm closer.

"Did you forget how I held you?" He purred, encouraging the smaller mech to slowly move his servos down his neck. "Have you forgotten my touch already? It hasn't even been a whole night."

Their lip-plates were mere inches apart from each other. "Shall I remind you then?" He kissed Cass gracefully and hummed in delight when the shy drone leaned into him. It was a slow kiss, but it still heated Cass's frame. The dream he had moments before still lingered in the back of his mind, but the affluence of his master's touch was enough to push the negative thoughts further away. He untensed and even angled his helm so his master could have better access to his dermas.

"Are you feeling better?" Megatron broke the kiss to look down at Cass. He felt a little proud of himself by how the young model already looked a little worked up. "That must've been some flux. You were tossing so much you nearly fell out of the berth."

"I'm sorry M' Lord." Cass sighed from the lack of contact. "Did I wake you from your recharge?"

"On the contrary." Megatron's servo slid gracefully down the lithe frame. "Because of you, I had one of the greatest rest cycles in my function. I had awoken before you even and for a while I just watched you rest."

"Why would you want to watch me recharge?" The Vehicon closed his optics and bit his bottom lip as Megatron's servo slipped lower and lower.

"Do I really need a reason?" The silver mech whispered. "You're in my personal quarters, in my berth, and under my frame…. If I desire to gaze upon you I may as well do it while I have you so close…. And if I wish to touch what I see I'll-."

"OW!" Megatron's servo finally rested on Cass's hip, but his digits barely grazed the Vehicon's inner thigh before he yelped from pain. "M' Lord! Please stop!"

The tyrant immediately withdrew his arm and lifted himself on his side. "What?" He was alerted by this reaction for a moment, but then sighed in realization. "Oh. Still sore I see." He brushed his servo over Cass's abdomen. "Forgive me. I should've known better."

Before sliding off the berth Megatron kissed Cass's faceplate. "Stay here and rest for the day. I will alert Soundwave to your absence."

Soundwave? Cass had nearly forgotten the promise he had made to his Commander, and how spark-broken he looked when they went their separate ways. He sat up and swung his struts off the edge of the berth, trying not to wince as his waist slid across mesh cushioning.

"What are you doing?" Megatron had already walked to the other end of the room, so all he could do about it was to hold his servo up. As if he was trying to push Cass back down through the air. "I said you don't have to leave."

"I heard you M' Lord." Cass answered through a light gravel in his voice. "But I had promised someone I'd be somewhere today." He jolted as he stood up right, but the pain in his torso was more apparent when he found his footing under him.

"Surely your companion would understand if you stayed." The silver mech stepped forward, not too far from where Cass stood now. "You could just explain yourself later. You don't even have to tell anyone you were here, if you don't want to."

"That's not the issue M' Lord. I—Oomph!" The young model only took two steps before his knee-joints buckled under him. He would've crashed on the floor if Megatron hadn't caught him. Cass felt his heated blush completely saturate over his entire faceplate. "I…. I'm sorry Lord Megatron. Your offer is very generous, and I don't want you to think I'm ungrateful, but I have not yet broken a promise."

Cass chose his words carefully. His master had been kind and gentle around him so far, but he didn't know how long that would last. The last thing he wanted to do was come off insubordinate and aggravate the tyrant. He feared for a moment that he might have done just that, when Megatron pushed him to sit back down onto the berth and lifted his helm to meet the warlord's gaze. Cass was expecting to see anger in his optics, rage even. Although he never said no to his leader, he was still in away arguing, and that was just something a drone should never, ever do.

"And what if I ordered you to stay?" Megatron asked. His optics were soft, yet still unreadable. Cass looked back at him with caution and again he was careful about what he would say next.

"Then I would obey you without question M' Lord," he smiled awkwardly, "but like I mentioned before, I have not yet broken a promise…. And I would hate to start now."

Megatron laughed and cupped his servos around Cass's helm. "Good answer, but I still can't tell if you are being brave or foolish." He gave Cass one last chaste kiss on his fore-helm and walked over to the door. "I will allow you to keep your promise, but under one condition."

"M' Lord?" The young model questioned as he gingerly touched the spot Megatron kissed him.

"It is early yet, and we are both in need of a wash." The door swung open and Megatron lingered in the opening. "My personal wash racks are in the room across the hall. I will clean up first, and while I do so I expect you to rest. I won't be long, and I will wake you when it is your turn to wash. Does this sound reasonable?"

"More than reasonable M' Lord." Cass smiled sweetly through an exhausted yawn. "I shall comply. Thank you."

"Oh, one more thing." The warlord stepped into the other room. "I can't seem to remember where I tossed your mask, but I don't want you fumbling around for it just yet. When I return, I will search for it first and then I will-."

There was no point in saying anything else, and nothing would've been said at all if Megatron had noticed Cass had fallen back into recharge. The poor mech didn't even have the energy to lift his legs back onto the berth, so Megatron took it upon himself to walk back inside and gently tuck the tantalizing struts on the cushioning. Cass mewled from the contact, but he settled into it and stayed in recharge. His servos rested lazily over his frame and his lip-plates parted through a relieved sigh. The larger mech still had his servo on the Vehicon's thigh and he slowly slid his silver claws further up the black portions of Cass's frame. Casually his digits loitered below his emblem. Again Megatron stared at the resting Vehicon with an odd fascination. Despite the fact the whole front side of his body was still covered in his own dried up trans-fluid, his metal was still smooth to the touch and his face-plate was practically glowing with a still heated blush. His ventilated breath was shallow, but it was so sweetly inviting. Megatron didn't notice he was leaning in closer to Cass's helm, until the young model muttered tiredly.

"Mmm…. Lord Megatron…."

The warlord nearly revved his engines by the way Cass called his name but refrained with all his self-control. He wasn't going to wake the tired mech now since he only had a short time to recharge some more, so without making any noise Megatron quickly stood and rushed out of the room.

"I need a very cold wash." He whispered rhetorically before closing the chamber doors behind him.

"Knockout?" Breakdown was busy setting out medical tools and straightening out trays. But he was happily distracted by thin clawed servos roaming over his lower chassis from behind. "What are you doing? Our patient will be here any moment now."

"It's still early." The red mech smirked. "Even if the little plug-blocker shows up, he can wait outside the door for a few minutes…. Or collectively thirty."

"At least let me finish setting up." His partner continued to organize the tools in front of him, but Knockout was being persistent. His silver digits brushed up and down Breakdown's strong metallic torso, then they dropped lower. He cupped the large codpiece and teased around the seams attentively, trying to entice his prize to emerge. Breakdown jumped a little and nearly pushed his neatly sorted equipment onto the floor.

"Gah…." He flinched. "Hey! Settle down. What if Soundwave walks in on us again?"

"Let him try." Knockout smirked. "When I woke up this morning, I installed a new locking system. It has a thicker firewall, so it will take him quite a lot of energy to open it."

Breakdown spun around to gently coax Knockout away, but his plan back fired on him when his nimble lover ducked under his swaying frame and pushed him against a console behind him. The former wrecker sat partially off the edge and his pedes firm on the floor, and Knockout had settled his knee-joints right in front of them. His faceplate was now directly over Breakdown's modesty cover, and he wasted no time licking and nipping at the warming codpiece. Since he was a medic, Knockout could've opened the panel himself with ease by clicking the manual switch between Breakdown's thighs. But he had more fun tempting his partner to give into him…. And he was very convincing.

"Knockout…." Breakdown braced his servos on the consul. "We interfaced last night. How are you still not satisfied?"

"I was satisfied twice, but that's the problem." Knockout mumbled through enthusiastic kisses. "I feel guilty you didn't get to overload as much as I did. I want to make you feel good. As good as you make me feel."

From the way Breakdown was leaning back on the console he could see the very edge of his own interfacing panel. Just barely over his large chassis. He watched as Knockout lavished all of his attention over the blue cover until it finally clicked open. The medic grinned wickedly as he watched his lover's spike pressurized in front of his hungry optics. He took a moment to appreciate its size and texture before he started to lick the ridges along the spikes base. Knockout adored Breakdown's equipment. It had pleased him for centuries and he had trained his lover to use it well, so if he had the opportunity to return the favor, he would give everything he could muster. Breakdown sighed as he reached up to cup the side of Knockout's helm, but the medic pushed the servo aside.

"Uh-uh." Knockout whispered, his milky-white faceplate glowing with lust. "This is all about you…. You just stay still for me."

"Unh…. Knockout…." Breakdown sometimes couldn't believe how he would so easily give into his lover. "Do you even know how much power you truly have over me?"

Knockout didn't answer. His oral cavity was too occupied being filled with Breakdown's spike. His helm bobbed up and down the length and took in as much of the girth as he could. As much as Knockout wanted to reach the hilt of the former wrecker's spike it was just too physically impossible. Not that he ever complained about Breakdown's well-deserved bragging rights…. Ever.

But he was determined to please his partner, and whatever he couldn't swallow he wrapped his servos around and pumped them in time with his helm. Breakdown held in his intakes as he resisted the urge to buck his hips. Last thing he wanted to do was accidently hurt the smaller mech, but he still circled his waist in pleasure.

"Oh yeah…." His helm lulled back as he surrendered the last of his will power and became clay in Knockout's servos. "Like that…. I…. I don't know what exactly you're doing with your glossa…. But you are hitting all the right places."

Red optics glowed happily in a very delighted haze. Knockout felt his own lubricants leaking from the seams around his panel, but he ignored his building arousal and focused entirely on Breakdown. He moved his helm faster and gently tightened his grip, still pumping and moaning along the engorged member. Through unstable intakes and loud whirling cooling fans, Breakdown's climax was very close to the edge, but he wouldn't lose control without warning his lover first.

"Ah! Kn-Knockout! I'm close! S-so close-! Gah!" That was the best he could get out before his overload completely consumed him. Trans-fluid flooded the back of Knockout's throat, and he swallowed as much as he could. Soon his tanks felt like they were going to burst, so he had pull away. He closed his optics tight when the last shots of fluid laced across his faceplate, which he never particularly enjoyed, but when he pleasured Breakdown with his mouth it was sometimes hard to avoid.

"Ick!" Knockout gurgled. His oral cavity was still half full of fluid, but he quickly gulped down the rest of it to speak. "Looks like I didn't move fast enough."

"Come here." The medic was instantly pulled to his pedes and Breakdown clashed their dermas together. His glossa entangled with Knockout's feverishly as he tasted himself in the kiss, and he held him tight to his still heated frame.

"Mm! Wait…. Breakdown." Knockout moaned between opened mouthed kisses. "Don't get me too riled up. We'll end up uneven again."

"Then were going to have to keep going until we make it even…." Breakdown heaved as he bit his way down Knockout's chin and neck cables. "Or keep going until we lose track."

"Ohhh…. Breakdown…." The smaller mech melted in his lovers' arms. The tables had completely turned on the medic and he allowed it to happen gratefully.

"The door." Breakdown paused a minute. "Are you sure it's secure?"

"If you're worried about Soundwave, he'll have a hard time getting in." Knockout wriggled under the former wrecker when they quickly switched places. "That firewall is almost as thick as your spike. I didn't make it easy for him."

"Difficulty: Non-existent." Breakdown's interface covers immediately closed when he discovered Soundwave was standing behind them. "Recommendation: Next time. Use more than one upgraded firewall."

"Oh for Primus sake!" Knockout hissed. "You couldn't at least wait one hour?! Do me a favor Soundwave and get an interfacing life so you can finally butt-out of mine!"

"Second recommendation." The telepath stood unwavering. "Confine all fraternizing to assigned living area. Not in medical bay."

"Huh. He has a point." The blue mech pondered. "When was the last time we actually spent a night in our berth?"

Knockout answered him with a right hook to his gut. All-in-all, burning out whatever romance was left between them.

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