Hello! Hello! Thank you for sticking with me through six chapters! I'm sorry this chapter took so long to post. After the holiday weekend I was just slammed with over time, and I'm sorry I had to make this one a two part chapter. I had a lot of ideas for how Cass's appointment with Knockout was supposed to go down, but I didn't get a lot of time this week to thoroughly plan it out… And I'm sorry if you're looking for any stickiness. There really isn't any in this one. There is a lot of touching on Megatron's part. He is having a hard time keeping his servos to himself.

Special shout out to Lightrunner: I am really glad to hear from you again! Thank you so much for taking the time again to read and review. You should know that I also love the Autobots (Ratchet being my favorite!), but there is no question that I'm a Wisconsin women… I just looooove the bad boys. XD

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MERCY

Chapter 6

Turn Your Helm And Cough Pt. 1

As promised, Megatron had woken Cass from his brief recharge. The young drone was still sore, and he allowed his master to help him up off the berth, but insisted he walk himself to the wash racks. The extra rest did him some good and he managed to reach the wash racks with little hassle. He was expecting it to be misty and warm inside the room, but when he stepped inside, though it was damp, the walls and floor where freezing. If Megatron had washed before him, Cass thought the room should still be full of steam. How long had he been recharging? Cass hoped he didn't wake up past noon. He would never forgive himself if he missed the appointment Soundwave set up for him. With that thought he hurriedly reached out for the spigot.

Meanwhile, Megatron had found Cass's mask and walked back with it into his living area. Before he sat in his sofa, he set the drone's visor on the table supporting his computer system and grabbed the data-pad he left connected to his console overnight. He lazily started reading through his daily information until he was interrupted by a shrill shriek.

"Are you alright?" He called out to Cass.

"Fine!" The Vehicon answered in a much higher pitched voice. "The chemical water just ran cold and surprised me!"

"I bet that woke you up." The warlord chuckled to himself and went back to his briefing.

Cass drastically turned the nozzle until the wash ran warm and curled under the rushing shower head. The heat sleeked over his now freezing metal. Steam accumulated around his frame as he relaxed into the down pour. He closed his optics and moaned pleasantly. As he scrubbed the dried fluid and lubricants from the front of his frame, his thoughts trailed off to a wandering void. Eventually the flux he had the other night seeped in through the mist, and he pondered on it for a while. It was such a weird nightmare. The drone had no idea why he had a dream about the higher officers in such a way, and who was the third voice? He mentioned something about MECH, and Cass remembered some of the Eradicons talk about the failed attempt on retrieving the Dingus. He even remembered helping Soundwave file the report of the mission into the data banks, but like everyone else on the ship Cass knew very little about the human organization known as MECH. What did it all mean?

He was completely clean when he decided that the flux really meant nothing, and, after a while, he turned off the water with a much clearer processor. There must've been something in the chemical solution because the Vehicon's finish shined as it dried in the air. Before he left the racks, Cass happened to glance at a shelf filled with varnish and polish bottles. It seemed a bit out of place since Megatron never seemed the type to polish or buff outside of a special occasion, and the brand he kept seemed so fancy. Fancy… A quality the warlord Megatron was definitely not.

"Are you finished in there?" The not so fancy mech called for Cass.

"Y-yes M' Lord!" Cass replied a little flustered. "I'll be right out."

Megatron could smell the humidity waft around his helm when Cass stepped out in front of him. The violet paint job shimmered in the lit up living area, and his faceplate flushed from the contact of cooling air. Megatron eyed the young mech top to bottom and bit his bottom lip when he realized his engines were purring in delight. He let out a compressed sigh and held out his servo invitingly.

"Step forward." He commanded, and Cass obeyed without question. Megatron took hold of one of the drones' servos and placed it casually over his dermas. He closed his optics and took in the delicate essence of the pretty young model gracing his presence.

"Do you know how long your appointed promise will keep you?" Megatron asked through a nimble kiss. Never opening his optics.

"Um…. I don't know M' Lord." Cass's faceplate practically glowed in a blue blush. "It was a last-minute obligation, so I maybe engaged for quite some time."

"I see." The warlord grumbled, still lightly kissing the smaller servo. "Are you still sore?"

"A little." The Vehicon curled his digits around his masters'. "I think I will be alright though."

Megatron stood and with his free servo he caressed the base of Cass's neck cables. "Before you leave, I need you to make a few promises for me."

"Anything you desire M' Lord." It was a natural response from any drone, but the way Cass tilted his helm into the light made his optics glisten in just the right way. The different colors spun in a wide stare and Megatron nearly felt the sudden urge to jump the young mech. Instead he kissed him gently and rested their fore-helms together.

"When you have kept your promise, I want you to go straight to your quarters and rest." He could feel the Vehicon's exhaust crawl pleasantly over his dermas, enticing the warlord to kiss him again. "For the entire day. I will inform Soundwave of your absence."

"Mm… M' Lord." Cass tried to protest, but his master hushed him.

"No excuses, and once you have rested, I want you to avoid me for as best you can for two days."

"Avoid you?" The drone asked through another attentive kiss.

"Yes… I will be honest with you, Caspian. I find you very appealing… Irresistible. So much so, that I find it difficult to control myself around you." The kiss deepened a moment, and he nearly slipped his glossa in. "Oh… I haven't been this attracted to someone in a long time, and so quickly. I want to keep you close, but I don't want to hurt you either."

"But isn't two days a little excessive?" Cass placed his free servo on Megatron's shoulder for purchase. "I… Uh… I'm sure I'd be alright…"

"Don't argue with me." Megatron's voice became stern and he pushed the young mech's helm up to meet his optics. "You may be my favorite drone for now, but I am still your Lord and master… And if I tell you to rest, or to stay out of my presence, you ask me for how long without question. Am I clear?"

"C-crystal… M' Lord." The Vehicon shuttered. Was this it? Was Megatron finally going to lose his temper and indulge his wrath upon him? Then again, he did just call Cass his favorite drone, but that didn't stop the young Vehicon from lowering his helm in fear. "It's just a shame."

"Indeed…" The tyrant's faceplate softened, and he went back to kissing and caressing the young model, being very careful not to touch him below his waistline. A few minutes went by before Cass felt brave enough to speak up.

"M' Lord. I need to leave. I am already running late."

"Yes." Megatron elated on a long drown out sigh. "Grab your mask. It's on the computer console."

"Thank you, M' Lord…" Cass blinked shyly. "Can… Can you let me go now?"

He still had his servo locked with Cass's three digits and Megatron felt a sudden sadness at the very idea of letting go. Just as he predicted there was an immediate void of emptiness when the young model slowly slipped away. The warmth from his palm tingled as it faded, and he watched Cass slip his mask in place. It was a shame such beautiful optics had to be covered by such an unflattering visor, but the warlord happily took in the fact that he was one of the very few, if not the only Decepticon that was given the privilege to gaze at them.

"Well, I'll be off then." The Vehicon waved at his master sheepishly. "I will do my best to keep my promise M' Lord. Two days."

"Until then." Megatron said his last lingering goodbye before the drone disappeared behind sliding doors and leaving the tyrannical warlord alone… Hot and bothered.

"I need another cold wash."

Cass had little time to think over everything that had happened to him the other night since the med-bay was so close to the higher officers' personal dorms. He only had to walk down two halls and crossed one corridor before he came to the large wide-open doors. He hesitated before stepping inside, thinking it would be rude to enter without using the intercom, but he also thought it would be silly to try when the door was wide open. The sore ache inside his gut won over his resolve, and he cautiously stepped inside. However, the young mech was stopped inside the door-jam when a laser scalpel flew past the side of his helm. He glanced over briefly to watch it wriggle where it landed in the wall, then quickly jumped away when a second medical utensil came soaring towards him again.

"Soundwave! Get out!" Medical officer Knockout was throwing anything and everything he could get his servos on at the silent mech, whom was facing away from the door. He scarcely moved from where he stood, dodging all the blunt and sharp objects erratically being flung at him, while Breakdown was frantically scrambling to collect everything he could reach before Knockout got to them.

"I already agreed to look over your freshly fragged drone!" The medic paused a moment to shout some more in a wide angry stance. "So quit looking over my shoulder and searching for something to hold over mine and Breakdown's helm! You already have enough grime on the both of us!"

"Knockout please." Breakdown rolled his optics at his own irony. It wasn't every day that he played the role of the rational mech in the room. "If you wreck the room before the Vehicon shows up I'll have to spend more time cleaning up. Then it will take longer for us to finish."

"Worth the risk!" Knockout bellowed and tossed one more tool resembling a wrench. It so was erratically pitched that it completely missed Soundwave but came very close to striking Cass in his strut.

"Eek!" The young mech jolted, catching everyone's attention.

"Damn it!" Knockout crossed his arms. "I missed."

The way the overzealous medic said that made Cass shiver nervously. He couldn't tell if that meant Knockout was still aiming for Soundwave… Or if he knew Cass was standing there and tried to hit him.

"Um…" The terrified Vehicon shook as all optics and visors fell on him. "I… I'm sorry for intruding, but the door was open and—."

"Yeah. Yeah." Knockout huffed and waved a servo in the air. "Come in and let's get this over with."

Breakdown leaned over to whisper to the ruffled mech as he walked past him. "That's quite the mood swing. Are you sure you're not on a cycle?"

The medic's arm abruptly transformed into his buzz saw and he glared a death sentence at his mate. "When this is done and over with… You'll be spending the rest of our time off recharging alone in the mess hall."

Soundwave ignored them both and ghosted over to Cass. He held out his servo and gently encouraged the shaking drone into the med-bay. "Vehicon CA-591-AN." His superior addressed him methodically. "Time of arrival: Not expected."

"Y-yes Commander Soundwave." Cass replied. "I'm sorry if I'm late. My internal clock hasn't been working properly as of late."

"Circumstances of delay: Understood." The communications officer helped Cass up onto a medical berth that was set to lean vertically. "Soundwave: Only here to assure appointment is kept."

"You didn't have to do that." The drone slid upward as he laid back. "I have never broken a promise to you yet."

"Concerns: Not directed at CA-591-AN." Soundwave's visor turned away from the berth and he flared his EM field at the still bickering couple. The signal was so strong it crackled a bolt of electricity right between the two mechs. "Patient has arrived." Soundwave scowled through his mask. "Request: Begin examination."

"Request my shiny red aft!" Knockout griped as he finally walked over to the berth. Once he reached the shaking drone he took in a deep intake and exhaled heavily. "Like I said, let's just get this over with."

He grabbed a data pad that was set aside (and miraculously wasn't thrown at Soundwave) and thumbed through the format on the young Vehicon he had set up the night before. "Vehicon drone CA-591-AN." He read aloud. "Youngest mech on Nemesis, only remaining make of his model, designated as a monitoring drone and archivist."

Knockout stopped reading to look Cass over. He was still trying to understand what was so special about this drone and so far, nothing came to interest. "I'm not going to call you by your serial number all day." He sneered. "What's your nickname?"

"C-Caspian, sir." Cass answered. "Most mechs call me Cass."

"And that covers half the exam." Knockout pushed the data pad into Soundwave's chest and began adjusting the berth while Cass was still lying on it. "That being said you should know that I'm not giving you a full examination. I'm just going to check your vitals and make sure your interfacing equipment hasn't been damaged."

"It might not be what you were looking for from us Soundwave," Breakdown took the data pad from the rattled silent mech, "but it is still the best we can do for him. Knockout maybe reserved of all this, but he does take his profession seriously." The large mech stepped around Soundwave and started picking up a knocked over tray of tools. "Rest assured, Cass is in good servos."

"Flattery isn't going to get you out of trouble that quickly." The medic finished maneuvering the berth, putting Cass into a sitting position with his knee joints brought up to his chassis. Knockout then walked to the end of the berth and made one last adjustment. Reaching under the footing platform, he unlatched two clips and split the base of the berth in half. "Put your pedes out on each side and try not to fidget too much."

Knockout's vocals were still vibrating with agitation, but Cass did as he was instructed and stretched his legs outward. His faceplate heated with ferocity when he noticed how exposed his panels were in front of the medic. Plus, his commander was standing right next to him. He could see everything that was about to happen.

The red mech did take Cass's nervousness into account. Before anything was done, he explained what he was going to do before it happened. When he crouched down to be eye level with the drone's codpiece, he gently placed his servo under Cass's thigh. "I'm going to manually open both your panels and check the integrity of your equipment. While I do this Breakdown might ask you some questions while he connects you to some of our monitoring systems. Are you ready to continue?"

"Yes sir." Cass was glad he still had his visor on. No one could see how tight his optics were closed.

"Very good." The medic couldn't help smirking when he heard the hesitation in Cass's vocalizer. 'Okay I admit it,' He thought to himself, 'I guess the little scrap is kinda' cute.'

Cass nearly gasped when he felt his paneling open below him, and almost had an overwhelming need to close his legs.

"Try not to tense." Knockout said, his voice a little more aggressive then he intended. "Next thing I'm going to do is check your spike. I need to make sure your sensory system still has a healthy response to stimulation. To do this I'm going to use a tool called an E-Stem." He pointed over to Breakdown whom was already holding a small utensil out, so Cass could see it. It was shaped somewhat like a screwdriver, but the tip was rounded off in a little metal ball. Knockout reached out and took the tool when he thought the drone had a good enough look at it. "This tool will give off a small electrical pulse. It shouldn't hurt, but you might feel some slight pinching. Do your best to stay still."

"Yes sir." Cass nodded, and braced his servos on the side of the berth. By this time Knockout finished explaining, Breakdown had also finished hooking the nervous drone to the monitoring system. The spark monitor immediately began pulsing erratically. Not that the former wrecker needed it to confirm how scared Cass was since the poor drone had completely lost control of his EM field. He was sending of all sorts of signals, but the most obvious emotion was fear. This was definitely a new experience for Cass and everything in his body language and intense feelings told Breakdown the Vehicon was on the edge of panic.

"Take a deep intake kid." He said soothingly and carefully set his servo over Cass's chest. "I know this is a little unnerving, but we've done this plenty of times to know what we're doing. It will be over before you know it, and it will be a lot quicker for you if you relax."

Suddenly, Cass jolted under the larger mech's servo and yelped in discomfort. "It's alright." Breakdown cautiously pushed down on the drone's chassis to keep him from sliding off the berth. "That was just the E-Stem."

"Sorry. That was actually my fault." Knockout admitted. "I have this set on a slightly high setting. I didn't account for how sensitive you might've been."

"How many times did you overload last night?" Breakdown asked.

"Uh…" Cass wavered. "I um…"

"Come on," the red mech coaxed, "we're all mechs here. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

The young model glanced over to the other side of the room were Soundwave was now standing. He had moved away some time ago to give Knockout and Breakdown room to work. The fact that he was still there however, made Cass feel even more exposed. It was embarrassing enough that he had to discuss this with two higher officials he only knew through reputation, but Soundwave was going to hear him as well. His commander was going to know what Megatron had done to him… What he let Megatron do to him.

"Th-three…" He hitched quietly on his vocals.

"What?" Knockout could've sworn the drone said three, but he barely heard him, and also found it a little hard to believe. "Speak up. This is for your benefit, and I need to know so I don't accidently hurt you. How many times?"

"Three times…" Cass whispered a little louder. "Lord Megatron made me overload three times…"

There was a long hovering silence in the med bay. In the background there was telltale signs that the machinery was still functioning from the glow of computer screens and the rapid beeping of the spark monitor. Everyone stood still long enough to hear their optics widen in surprise. The only Decepticon that didn't come off unnerved was Soundwave. He stood in his position just as silent as everyone else but held on to his composure despite the crawling feeling of angst in his tanks.

"Well…" Knockout broke the awkwardness with a snort. "No wonder you're so sensitive, and I mean this in the most professional way I can express… But good for you Cass!"

"Yeah…" Breakdown blinked. "Megatron must really like you. You must've done something to get in to his good graces."

Cass instantly palmed his visor with both servos and cried softly. He couldn't see how this could get any more mortifyingly embarrassing. Not until he heard Megatron's voice over the bay doors intercom.

"Breakdown," he rumbled, "I need to discuss a reconnaissance mission with you. Get your servos off Knockout's aft and meet me in the main bridge."

"Oh, don't come in…" Cass heaved. "Please don't come in…"

"Calm down." Breakdown patted the young drone's chest. When he was sure Cass had settled, he stepped away and pushed the comm button to reply to Megatron. "Forgive me Lord Megatron, but can this wait? Knockout and I are with a patient right now."

"Are his injuries urgent?" The warlord inquired.

"Not at the moment, but it can progress if not treated." The former wrecker fibbed. "It's just a battle Vehicon with a cracked axle. It shouldn't take too long to patch up, but it can be a pain to do it by yourself. If it's acceptable, I shouldn't take longer than ten or fifteen minutes."

"Very well." Megatron agreed. "Be quick and turn on your damn internal comm links!"

"Ha!" Knockout sneered. "You got yelled at!"

"That goes for you too, Knockout!"

Breakdown turned around with a pleased smirk. "Yeah… I still had my digit on the button."

With a twitching optic, Knockout scowled savagely at the large blue mech. "Apologies Lord Megatron." The medic griped through clenched dental plates. "We had forgotten we had turned off our comm links last night. They should be functioning now."

There was no answer. Megatron most likely walked away from the door after he made his threats. Breakdown walked back to the medical berth with a big smile and half raised optic ridges. His lover scowled at him between Cass's legs.

"You are never touching me again." Knockout hissed.

"Humph!" The blue mech chuckled. "Don't bother with any empty threats." He didn't really know why he felt the need to cover Cass's audios, but when he did, he whispered hotly to the beautiful red mech before him. "You know I think you're sexy when your angry."

Knockout didn't want to give Breakdown the satisfaction, but the harsh blush across his white faceplate gave his arousal away. "Who said that was a threat?" He snubbed. "For all you know, that's a promise."

Breakdown chuckled some more. "Worth the risk…"

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