"It's an extraordinary feeling when parts of your body are touched for the first time. I'm thinking of the sensations from sex and surgery."
Jenny Holzer
It had started to become a pattern. Not that he wasn't used to seeing the Commander limp his way into Medbay, but often his injuries leaned more serious to borderline fatal. So when Starscream started coming in with much more minor dents and dings, it came as a surprise, though a welcome one. As much as Knock Out prided himself as a sadist, seeing the Seeker blasted and beaten to literal scrap every other day had long since lost its appeal.
Somehow, Starscream in pain elicited far more sympathy than Knock Out ever thought himself capable of.
"Minor denting and some surface level lacerations to the mesh," Knock Out murmured out loud as Starscream leaned forward on the examination chair so he could better survey the damage to his silver wings. One glance was all it took for him to determine that this was not Megatron's work though it was pretty rare for Starscream's wings to be targeted even when he beat the Seeker to within an inch of his life. As much as their glorious leader sought to inflict pain, damaging Starscream's flight systems would only put their best aerial out of commission and that was not a risk they could often afford to take.
Still, the scratches did resemble claw marks even if he couldn't quite place their origin. "You scrape the side of a cliff or did Shockwave shoulder-check you again?" Knock Out asked as he made a few notes in his datapad. Every injury (no matter how small) had to be documented and filing all this redundant paperwork was by far the most tedious part of his job.
Starscream huffed but didn't glance back as he flexed his injured wings. "What does it matter how it happened? Are you going to fix it?"
Knock Out tsked and straightened, setting the pad off to the side. "But of course, Herr Kommandant," he teased, rounding the chair to look at down Starscream who just returned his easy smile with a firm glare. "You know I wouldn't send you back out among the troops with you looking any less than your best." His smirk widened and he gave the Seeker a firm pinch to the damaged wing, earning a small flinch and an annoyed swat. "Though you know, your internal repairs will probably resolve this overnight. Some fuel and a good recharge would be more than enough to take care of such minor damage."
Nevertheless, he turned toward his supply shelf, casually humming as he reached for a small tube of nanite gel. "Luckily for you, I don't think I'll need a hammer for those dents. They're so small I should just be able to apply some heat and bend everything back into place." Of course, sometimes the hammer was necessary, but if it could be avoided-
"You're not going to check the sensornet?"
Knock Out blinked and then shrugged. "I don't see a reason to. It's all surface-level." He paused, turning to meet the other mech's gaze. "Unless there's something you're not telling me?" Not that he expected honesty from Starscream of all bots, but it was the principle of the thing.
Starscream paused and then lowered his head, still refusing to look at Knock Out. "I'd prefer to have a thorough examination lest I encounter a critical system failure at 30,000 meters," he muttered. As he spoke, his wings unconsciously shifted together in perfect unison, displaying a fully linked and functional sensornet.
Rolling his optics, Knock Out just sighed and uncapped the gel. "How about we just run a diagnostics check, Commander? Will that suffice?" Stepping behind Starscream, he began to smear the sticky fluid into the open seams of metal, making sure as much product seeped into the exposed mesh as possible.
"No, I'd prefer to have physical confirmation." The damaged wing shook with an unconscious shiver but Knock Out paid it no mind. It was a fairly standard reflex, especially from Starscream. He did slow his hands though, being a bit more gentle as he massaged the gel across the long scratches.
"Manual it is," Knock Out said, wiping the remaining gel off his servos with a rag before leaning over to grab his blow-torch. "Gonna feel some heat here," he warned, gripping the edge of the injured wing with his free hand.
Starscream nodded and Knock Out watched as he leaned forward and gripped the edge of the chair tightly in anticipation. Sighing, Knock Out raised the blow-torch. "Should go fast," he murmured, turning on the blow-torch and applying it to the damaged metal. Immediately Starscream hissed, claws digging into the sides of the chair to add even more scratches to its well-worn surface.
The wing plating quickly morphed from a dull silver to an angry orange and Knock Out set the blow-torch down, hands returning to bend the slight warp back into place. "Almost done." Of course, Starscream remained tense, shoulders hunched and spine quivering as Knock Out eased the plating flat. It did take a cycle or two (he was a perfectionist after all), but by the time he was done, the dent was gone and the heated metal was already rapidly cooling. "Well, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Knock Out asked with a chuckle even as Starscream let out a small whimper underneath him.
"I've had worse," the Seeker finally groused, lifting his head to meet the doctor's eyes over one black pauldron.
"That you have!" Knock Out agreed with another laugh, patting the commander's shoulder before settling in to sweep Starscream's flight array. "Alright, we're going to run through the conjoining nodes one set at a time. You let me know if there's anything that feels unusual or out of place."
Starscream's expression softened and he gave an uncharacteristically quiet nod that almost appeared...bashful. Knock Out clicked his tongue and then got to work, settling each hand at the tip of the Seeker's wings. "Top to bottom," he said, letting his voice drop into a deeper, more seductive tenor just for fun. Slowly, Knock Out began to make his way down the sharp edges, pinching the thin plates along each set of nodes hidden underneath.
Wings were sensitive by design as aerial units needed to be able to sense any minor change in the air-current and pressure at a moment's notice, but even then Starscream was a bundle of nerves. It was possible that his heightened sensitivity was what made him so skilled in the air, but it certainly presented some interesting problems on the ground and in the Medbay.
As he engaged each sensor, he could feel the Seeker's body repeatedly tense and relax, spinal struts flexing between his wings as Starscream tried to subtly vent out excess heat.
It wasn't unusual for a flier to accidentally get worked up in his chair (Starscream least of all) but Knock Out made sure to never call attention to it. Despite what the crew assumed; he could be a professional when it came to his patients. That and there wasn't much sport in kicking a mech in the tailpipe for what was more or less an unconscious reaction. That didn't mean he didn't enjoy watching it though and his eyes shamelessly skimmed over the other mech's stream-lined frame as he worked. "Nothing out of the ordinary?" he asked, a sly smile cutting across his smooth face as Starscream's hips twitched, long legs clamping tight around the sides of the chair between them.
"Not so far," Starscream said, his voice slightly hoarse as he trembled. "Please continue, Doctor."
Please? Knock Out's smile widened. Oh, Starscream rarely broke out the P-word for anyone other than Megatron (and the context was usually begging for his life). So he indulged himself a little, purposefully rounding his thumbs ever so slowly into the next set of nodes. "Will do, Commander."
He heard a small gasp and then the far less subtle click of the Seeker's internal fans turning on. Once again, hardly the first time, but Starscream had chosen to inflict this on himself. Knock Out could have just as easily plugged him into the scanner and ran a diagnostic check that would have taken just a few nano-kliks, but he had insisted on manual.
And sure, manual was technically superior when it came to detecting physical defects, but it was hardly necessary for such minor injuries.
Really none of this was necessary. In fact, the last five times Starscream had come to see him were all for minor cuts and scrapes.
Knock Out paused.
And now that he was thinking about it...each of those injuries had all somehow managed to involve the Seeker's wings. Any aerial worth their salt (nevermind a Vosian Seeker) would protect their wings over any other part of their body (save for their spark chamber of course).
Yet Starscream was repeatedly taking damage (all minor and mostly cosmetic, but damage nevertheless) despite many stellar-cycles of quality wing-maintenance.
It was more than a little suspicious and Knock Out couldn't help but slow, giving his processor a chance to mull over the possible causes.
Starscream was becoming careless with his frame (highly unlikely knowing how averse to unnecessary pain he was) The Seeker was engaging in some sort of activity where his wings were either the target or made particularly vulnerable (also unlikely, see point 1) Interface injuries (not impossible, but there would be additional markings besides and there was no sign of damage to the rest of the Seeker's body) Self-harm.Knock Out stopped, hands freezing on the two shaking wings in his grip. His optics flickered down the gashes in the mesh, tracing over their distinct shape and depth. The angle wasn't impossible given the long reach of the Seeker's arms and the markings did suspiciously mirror the sharp points of Starscream's claws...
But why in the name of Primus would Starscream hurt himself when he otherwise shied away from anything that might cause him pain? Had he finally just taken too many punches to the processor?
"Is everything alright? You stopped."
Knock Out looked up, seeing Starscream was staring at him over one shoulder, red eyes soft even as a thin layer of heated condensation spotted his cheeks. Knock Out quickly offered him a reassuring smile and said, "Just thinking about how you seem to be injuring your wings an awful lot as of late. I've said it before and I'll say it again, but you really should be taking better care of yourself, Commander."
Starscream pursed his mouth and shifted his weight against the chair, wings flexing underneath Knock Out's fingers. "Then it's a good thing I have you, don't I, Doctor? You always take care of me."
There was a strange weight to those words and Knock Out couldn't help furrowing his brow as he nodded. "Of course, Herr Commandant. I'm but a humble servant." With one last smile, he went back to checking over the outer nodes. However, as he worked, he happened to catch a glimpse of Starscream's face just as the sensors were triggered. The Seeker's mouth fell open in a silent gasp, optics wide as his fans whirred incessantly underneath his chassis.
Knock Out couldn't help but bite his lip. Damn, maybe he should have chosen a flight alt if it felt this good to have someone else play with your wings (medical necessity aside). Ah well, he'd made his choice and there was no beating the thrill of racing down an open road. It wasn't like he didn't have enough sensors of his own to play with. Besides, (as unprofessional as it was to admit) he'd much rather play with Starscream's. "Almost finished with the outer sensors," he murmured, scaling down to the base of the wings. His eyes flickered to the other mech's spine, enjoying the way it quivered with each pinch as he drew closer and closer to that central line of wiring.
Finally he reached the last connectors, the ones that linked directly into the Seeker's nervous system and Starscream let out a muffled keen, back arching into Knock Out's grip without warning. Knock Out flinched, not expecting such a strong reaction and he couldn't help but lean over, seeing that Starscream had closed his optics and was biting down on his fist as his entire frame shook against the chair. "Did you just-?"
"No!" Starscream spat as he forcibly extracted his hand from his teeth, the dents in the metal clear as day. "I just...That was-" He ducked his head and groaned, covering his face with his palm.
Wincing, Knock Out let out an awkward cough and shifted a hand from the fluttering wings to touch Starscream's shoulder pauldron. "Well...the outer sensors are functioning normally. Did you still want me to check the interior ones or did you want to stop here?" As he spoke, he leaned over and let his gaze slide down to the Seeker's groin. Starscream's plates hadn't shifted, but they were noticeably leaking onto the chair.
Slag...
Starscream's eyes widened and he shifted, one hand dropping to cup over his modesty panel. "Yes! Perhaps we should attempt to complete the evaluation another time," he insisted, his voice high-pitched and slightly strained. "I'll just be going then-" He made to stand but Knock Out just pressed him back down to sit with one palm.
"It's alright, Commander. You think you're the first to spring a leak in my chair?" Knock Out teased, doing his best to affect a more casual and nonchalant attitude even as his spark pounded against his chassis. "I'd much rather be stuck mopping up lubricant than spilled Energon." He boldly flashed the other mech a wink and Starscream stiffened, dipping his head down even as he refused to move the hand covering his groin.
"No, really. I should be going," the Seeker insisted, though the words lacked his usual bite. "This has already gone far past what I had-" He stopped himself mid-sentence, a slightly mortified expression cutting across his face. Hardly the first time Starscream had unwittingly revealed far too much in the presence of an onlooker, but this had Knock Out more than a little intrigued.
Rounding the chair to face Starscream, Knock Out straightened and playfully cocked his hip to one side. "Past what you...?" he prompted curiously, twirling one wrist for emphasis. Of course, Starscream just shook his head and without Knock Out's hand to stop him, stood on shaky legs and snatched the rag that the doctor had used to wipe away the excess gel. Knock Out raised an eyebrow, optics skimming down the Seeker's frame as the other mech proceeded to roughly scrub between his legs as if his covered interface array had personally offended him. "Tell me, Commander. Did you scratch up your own wings?"
His only response was the Seeker aggressively launching the dirty towel into the opposite wall, knocking off a few mounted tools in the process and sending them clattering to the floor. Knock Out winced but continued to stand his ground as Starscream towered over him, using his height to leer down at the doctor with angry red optics. "And what evidence do you have to lay claim to such a far-fetched hypothesis, Doctor?" Starscream practically spat the title, but like most of the Seeker's more venomous outbursts, it was nothing more than a flimsy shield.
Starscream was embarrassed, humiliated, and yet he'd done this all to himself (quite literally). It wasn't like he was unaware of the fact that a manual check would involve Knock Out touching the most sensitive parts of his frame (well...second most sensitive).
Then again, Starscream prided himself on control and his ability to manipulate any situation into his favor. He probably thought he could handle it and like most of his plans...it had backfired. Now he was scrambling to pick up the pieces as if Knock Out was going to sharpen the edges and stab him through the chest with left-over shrapnel.
It was almost sad. But also so very Starscream. "Commander...if you wanted me to touch you, all you needed to do was ask," Knock Out said simply, flashing the taller mech one of his most flirtatious smirks. After all, it wasn't like Starscream was unattractive (even if he could be an absolute pain in the aft on his good days). And with Breakdown gone, it had been a while since Knock Out had an interface partner (drones held no appeal and the rest of Megatron's inner circle were even less trustworthy than Starscream).
Not that fraternization was strictly banned, but it was discouraged outside of bonded conjunx, especially with a superior officer. However...in this, he knew he could trust the Air Commander. Whatever was said and done in the Medbay had always remained between them. Doctor/patient confidentiality.
For a few nano-kliks, Starscream just stared at him, red optics suspiciously scanning over Knock Out's face. Then when the silent tension finally became too unbearable to maintain, he cleared his vocalizer and muttered, "You will make no mention of this incident to anyone, Doctor. On pain of deactivation."
Knock Out almost snorted. And there it was, the real reason Starscream wanted manual confirmation. At least he'd finally gotten the bastard to just admit it, even if required an open proposition to pry the truth out from that slippery tongue. "Wouldn't dream of it, Commander."
Starscream seemed to relax a bit (or at least the sharp line of his shoulders dropped) and he let out a deep shuddery exhale before looking back to the chair. "Sit down," he ordered, attempting to affect a more authoritative tone despite being caught red-handed trying to scratch a proverbial itch.
Knock Out just grinned and gave a mocking salute (resulting in an annoyed scoff from the Seeker) as he sank down and patted his lap with both palms. "Your throne is ready, Lord Starscream," he teased as the other mech continued to leer over him, red optics skimming down his polished frame with a conflicting mixture of apprehension and growing lust.
Then Starscream turned, baring his wings to Knock Out as he settled his weight on top of the doctor's smooth white thighs. "The interior nodes still need to be tested," he remarked, shooting Knock Out a small smirk over one shoulder. "And I believe I requested a full examination, Doctor."
"Oh, I'm sure there are quite a few interior sensors that require thorough testing," Knock Out agreed, one hand sliding across Starscream's hip to press a palm over the modesty panel still covering his groin. Immediately the Seeker stiffened, arching back against him and Knock Out's vision was filled with nothing but twitching wings. The panel under his hand was very hot to the touch and slightly damp from Starscream's natural lubricant. Given how wet and needy he was, it probably wouldn't take much to overload him and Knock Out couldn't resist dragging his claws over the smooth metal, tracing expansive spirals and carefully thumbing along the delicate seams.
Groaning, one of Starscream's hands grabbed onto his wrist, but he didn't remove the offending appendage so much as held it like an anchor. Surprising, the Seeker didn't go ahead and retract the plate covering his array, instead just shifting his hips to press deeper into Knock Out's hold. Then again, maybe he shouldn't be all that surprised. Starscream was the most stupidly stubborn mech Knock Out had ever met.
Heck, even a wrecker like Breakdown would have yielded by this point.
Pausing, Knock Out shook his head. Don't think about your dead conjunx while you're about to frag your commanding officer.
He was already inviting enough trouble as is with this little stunt (though the noises Starscream made as he rubbed the plating were well worth it) and he didn't need to add more complicated layers to the whole ordeal. They were just two bots who needed to release some excess charge at the end of the day and that was that. So instead of letting his processor distract him with all the "what ifs" and "shoulda/coulda/wouldas", Knock Out just cleared his HUD and slid his opposite hand down the center of Starscream's back. Both wings immediately straightened and shuddered, flexing as far apart as they could to give the doctor more room to work.
The complex nuances of Vosian wing-speak were usually lost upon him, but some things needed no translation and Starscream had always been incredibly expressive. His face and body hid very little and as he spread his long legs and wings in tandem, it was obvious to anyone with functional optics that his entire sensornet was alight.
"You seem kinda pent up, Commander," Knock Out couldn't help but murmur, licking his lips as his own parts throbbed against their protective plating. "Has it been that long for you?" Not difficult to imagine given how prickly the Seeker was even with the few mechs he considered "friends". He couldn't imagine Starscream trusting anyone enough to let them touch his wings, nevermind frag him into a berth. A Seeker wouldn't bare their wings to just anyone and yet here Knock Out was, a prized aerial of Vos in his lap; one hand on Starscream's wings and the other pressed over his covered valve.
But...maybe that was why he had gone to Knock Out in the first place? He knew if anything, he could trust the good doctor not to hurt him (on purpose anyway).
"That is-ack, none of your business, Doctor!" Starscream hissed through his teeth, heels scraping against the floor as his legs shook.
"I am your primary physician," Knock Out reminded, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to each wing. He felt Starscream twitch and repeated the action before sticking out his tongue and running it over the edge of the left fender, leaving a glossy streak of lubricant on the lustrous silver. "Your health: physical, emotional, and sexual are entirely within my jurisdiction, don't you agree?"
He couldn't see it, but he just knew Starscream was gritting his teeth in a silent groan. Still, he didn't argue and that was a victory all on its own so Knock Out smiled and continued to press down hard on the plating covering the Seeker's burning groin. Starscream whimpered, rocking back into Knock Out, greedily tilting his hips up into the other mech's palm. "You know...it would be a lot easier if you retracted that panel for me..." Knock Out murmured before taking the edge of one wing into his teeth, carefully nibbling the outer rim of sheet metal even as his fingers stroked over the nodes connecting the sensitive appendages to Starscream's back.
Hissing, Starscream began to spiral his hips in small tight circles. "I'll open up when I damn well feel like it," he snarled, glancing back just to gnash his teeth at the doctor. Knock Out shrugged as he teased along the seams, wondering just how long it would take to get the Seeker to finally break and let him in. Hopefully it would be soon though. The sight of Starscream in total rapturous pleasure, the warm weight of him wriggling on his thighs, aft pressing against his own needy groin…
-the thick crackle of electricity sparking along the nodes under his fingers.
It all worked in tandem to rev Knock Out's engines and his own internal fans had started up without him even realizing it, too distracted by the needy aerial humping his hand. "And what kind of logic is that, Commander?" he asked, letting out a warm vent over the fluttering plates. "I'm allowed to touch your wings, but not your valve or your spike?"
"Hmph!" Starscream scoffed, hiking his shoulders up as he spoke. "You should be honored."
"Oh, I am," Knock Out assured, pressing another wet kiss to said wings. "More than honored. But that doesn't mean I don't want to get under your plates, Commander." He let loose a horny little chuckle and curled his tongue around his teeth. "Indulge an old friend?"
For a moment, Starscream was silent save for his breathy panting and the tell-tale scrape of his spindly feet on the floor as he rocked back and forth. Then finally, he released Knock Out's wrist to instead grip one white thigh and the panel opened, sliding back under the doctor's claws. His fingers immediately met warm soft mesh that was absolutely soaked in lubricant and the smell of leaking ozone flooded his olfactory sensors. Starscream's spike extended from its housing and Knock Out smiled as he wrapped his palm around it, blindly smearing the Seeker's own lubricant against the heavy pulsing shaft. "Well now, was that so difficult?" he teased even as condensation began to drip down his face.
Starscream groaned, leaning back into him, optics off-lining as Knock Out worked his cock in a tight-fisted grip. Then the doctor felt Starscream's free hand slide down past his own before the obscenely decadent sound of fingers roughly pumping into a wet needy valve hit his audials.
Oh slag...he was definitely going to be overloading to that mental picture for quite some time. A desperate Seeker fucking into himself with nothing but long sharp talons, powerful wings quivering as delicately as a butterfly? Primus.
Even as he fingered his own valve, Starscream continued to rub back against his panel and Knock Out quickly found his own movements growing sloppy against the assault. Each bump to his plating brought with it a delicious pressure that only offered minimal (and more importantly temporary) relief that was enough to drive a mech mad. "You're...charged..." Starscream began, struggling to speak between the heady panting that threatened to cut off his vocalizer with every in-take. "-are you not?"
Knock Out nodded and then realizing Starscream wouldn't be able to see him, said "Yeah. Very charged." He let loose some of the pent up energy, purposefully sending a jolt through the underside of Starscream's shaft as well as the cluster of sensors lining the interior of the Seeker's wings. Starscream immediately jumped and yelped, his back arching beautifully in the doctor's lap. Knock Out groaned, pressing his helm to the center of those fluttering wings. "I did warn you."
Grunting, Starscream extracted his claws and practically ripped Knock Out's hand off his spike. Knock Out blinked, barely having any time to respond as the Seeker lifted off his lap and turned to face him. Unconsciously, his eyes flickered to the dark spike and matching valve pulsing between the Seeker's shapely thighs. But before he could get more than a quick glance, Starscream was grabbing his chin in one lube-slicked hand and forcing him to meet the other's lust-filled optics. Knock Out swallowed hard, plate immediately sliding out of the way to let his own leaking array breathe as the Seeker hissed, "Remember Doctor, this does not leave the Medbay."
He nodded dumbly, the authority in Starscream's voice oddly attractive for once as the Seeker smiled and released his face, both hands shifting to Knock Out's shoulders as he straddled the doctor's thighs and sank down into his lap again. Their exposed shafts brushed and Knock Out moaned, his own arms coming up to wrap around Starscream's trim waist, purposefully digging his claws into the interior wiring between his wings until the Seeker shuddered and moaned against him.
It was like the other mech was a live-wire in his grasp and rather than cauterize the end of it, he was jamming the raw copper directly into his ports. Each subtle rock of Starscream's hips pressed their spikes together and he could feel the slippery slide of mixed lubricant sluicing against his thighs even underneath the mind-numbling electric tinge of his groin.
Now that he could see Starscream's face, he couldn't look away. The Air Commander had always been expressive, struggling to hide his true feelings and motives from friend and foe alike and Knock Out had grown rather fond of it, finding the trait endearing despite all of the mech's lesser qualities. As cruel as Starscream could be, there was still a side of him that was unapologetically vulnerable and right now, he was rapturous.
His pleasure was unmasked, undisguised; as delicious as high-grade and just as concentrated. The Seeker's wings were ever-shifting behind his shoulders, saying so much that Knock Out could never hope to understand, but found beautiful nonetheless. Neither of them made a grab for their throbbing members, instead frotting up against each other like a couple of young sparks just figuring out their parts for the first time.
Wild pulsing energy battered between the two of them and Knock Out couldn't help but dig his claws in and physically drag Starscream down against his chassis. He clumsily mouthed over the Seeker's sharp jaw, teeth tugging at the cords of his neck until Starscream gasped, his own claws sinking deep into his pauldrons (no doubt scratching his beautiful finish).
But at least he wouldn't be alone with his buffer. There was no way Starscream was coming out of this without a little paint transfer on the backs of his thighs (bastard could use some color anyway).
He wanted to kiss him, wanted to close the distance and claim that smart bossy mouth, but Starscream beat him to the punch, forcing Knock Out back just enough to nip his lips before descending upon him like a starving technofox.
Biting, so much biting. It was like Starscream didn't know how to kiss without lacing the whole affair with violence. Not that Knock Out minded, but the second time his tongue ended up between the Seeker's teeth, he purposefully pulled on the base of both wings, burying his claws into the outer nodes. Instantly Starscream's optics flashed with a mixture of outrage and pure electric charge that in turn sent a wave of heat coursing through Knock Out's frame.
Oh...he could work with that.
Knock Out pulled on the wings a second time and Starscream hissed, hips swiveling in a tight circle as his thighs trembled. Transfluid dribbled from his swollen spike, the shaft twitching each time the Seeker rubbed his aching valve against Knock Out's thighs. "You slag-sucking piece of-"
Another yank and Starscream's optics flickered, vocalizer cutting out entirely. Knock Out took advantage and surged into the other man's mouth, rolling his own hips up desperately as he moaned and scrambled for purchase on the ever-wriggling Seeker. Starscream clung to him just as tight, venting hoarsely as he rutted against Knock Out, their combined lubricant and transfluid making each thrust an easy glide of polished metal and sensitive mesh. His mouth tasted like specially enhanced high-grade and somehow even the most minimal trace essence of jet-fuel managed to burn across Knock Out's mouth like a liquid brand.
It felt like he was being consumed inside and out, but then again, the good doctor shouldn't have expected anything less from his most demanding patient. The haughty commander strutted across the Nemesis as if it was his ship along with everyone inside it, Knock Out included.
Somehow the idea of belonging to Starscream didn't seem all that bad. Especially if this was the outcome.
Certainly beat dealing with Megatron...
One of the Seeker's hands peeled off his shoulders, dropping to grasp both their spikes in a firm grip. The two mechs groaned in unison, pleasurable shudders wracking down the length of their steaming frames and making the already strained chair creak ominously underneath them. Then Starscream began to pump, thrusting his hips in time with each practiced flick of his wrist and Knock Out felt his processor blank, HUD briefly flickering black before rebooting. When his vision cleared, he was met with the sight of a slightly smug looking Starscream, though he too seemed more than a little wrecked if the open-mouthed panting was any indication. Knock Out just flashed him a lazy smile and pulled on the Seeker's wings in retaliation which only made Starscream tense like a compressed spring.
Each vent grew more heated than the last, internal fans twisting themselves into overdrive to cool his overwhelmed systems. Several warnings had popped up, but Knock Out dismissed them all, continuing to rock up into Starscream's hand and chase that finish. He was so damn close and he could see his own cloying need mirrored in the reflection flashing across the other mech's optics. Desperation and heat tunneled down into their cores until all that was left was raw electric current, cycling around their systems with no alternative paths of dissipation.
No escape but out.
Starscream's thumb swiped over the slick, throbbing sensors at the tip of his shaft and Knock Out gasped, the tight corkscrew of his overload finally releasing as the Seeker jerked him through it in messy pulls. Dimly, he felt a splash of fluid against his abdomen, but he really didn't care. All he felt was the wave of relief that swept through his system as the charge finally left his body, leaving the surface sensors tingling in the wake of his release.
Panting, his optics offlined as he sank back into the chair and inhaled as much air as possible in an vain attempt to cool his overloaded systems. But before Knock Out could fully recover, Starscream stood, legs still straddling the doctor's hips on either side of the chair. Confused, Knock Out opened his eyes again, still venting heavily as he met Starscream's frenzied glare.
Starscream towered above him, slick hand aggressively stripping his spike as he stared down at Knock Out, lower lip caught tight in his teeth. Then he grunted and Knock Out had no time to react before suddenly the Seeker was splattering his chassis, the sticky fluid clinging to his paint before slowly beginning to dribble down over the length of his glossy frame in messy ribbons. Almost immediately, Starscream's legs buckled and he collapsed back onto Knock Out's lap, trembling as he pressed his helm into the doctor's collarbone and vented hotly against his shoulder.
Knock Out groaned in turn, his hands still clutching the edges of the other mech's wings before shifting down to pinch them. "You really had to go for my paint, didn't you?" he grumbled before soothing over the spots he'd just nipped with a gentle pass of his fingers.
Snorting, the Seeker shrugged, not bothering to raise his head. "You shouldn't have made yourself such an appealing target," he murmured, voice hoarse, but laced with smug amusement. Then after a few beats, he finally pushed off of Knock Out's chassis, eyes skimming over the mess he'd made of the doctor before flashing him a small, tired smirk.
Knock Out heaved a dejected sigh and shook his head. "You're paying for my next round of polish then. In fact, I should have you clean this whole place up considering the mess you've made of the Medbay." It was an empty threat of course. Starscream was second in command and outside of an actual medical emergency, did not need to take orders from Knock Out.
Still smirking, Starscream just hummed and uncurled his claws from his own shaft, sliding his slippery talons over Knock Out's chest to gather up more of the fluid sluicing down the polished metal. "On the contrary, my dear Doctor. I think the only one suited to clean up this mess is you." He then pressed his fingers to Knock Out's lips and the doctor snorted at his unspoken provocation, the sexual equivalent of an opponent flashing their brights at him before a race. So, never once breaking eye-contact with the pompous Seeker, Knock Out leaned forward and opened his mouth, taking great pleasure in the way Starscream's eyes went round and wide with surprise.
Honestly, the Seeker shouldn't have expected anything less from him after all these stellar-cycles. If there was one thing he should know by now, it was that Knock Out never backed down from an open challenge.
So he took his sweet time swirling his tongue over those long deadly talons, claws that had literally ripped sparks from their chambers and left long distinct scars on countless others (himself included). Here, though, they were gentle, simply resting on his tongue as Knock Out lapped away the slightly bitter transfluid that clung to each individual digit. When he eventually pulled back, Knock Out sucked his lips together, slowly dragging his mouth off until finally those deadly claws were merely resting on his lips, shiny with lubricant but otherwise completely clean.
Starscream visibly swallowed and Knock Out grinned, tilting his head slightly before letting his hands fall from the other mech's wings. "Well Commander...your flight array appears to be fully functional." Said wings twitched behind the Seeker's back and Starscream shifted, his previous confidence giving way as his internal fans clicked off, leaving the space between them almost too quiet. "Is there anything else I can assist you with?"
Clearing his vocalizer, Starscream shook his head and awkwardly stood, walking backwards until he could finally close his shaking legs. Instantly the spent spike retracted above his still dripping valve before the groin plate slid into place over them both. "No, that will be all, Knock Out."
Shifting up to stand as well, Knock Out grunted and shook out the electrical pins sparking in both of his legs as he walked over to the supply shelf lining the opposite wall. Grabbing a cleaning cloth out of a bin, he offered it to Starscream who took the rag and began to thoroughly wipe himself down while Knock Out headed into the Medbay's wash-rack to rinse off.
As the solvent rained down over his helm, Knock Out closed his eyes and let out a heady vent. A nice casual frag was just what he needed after all the crap he'd been forced to put up with as of late. Of course, maybe bumping plates with Starscream specifically wasn't the smartest of maneuvers (it wasn't like he hadn't been betrayed by the Seeker before), but Knock Out wasn't known for playing it safe. The thrill of danger was half the fun after all.
Either way, he'd deal with it. Starscream (unlike Megatron) could at least be reasoned with.
When he came back out, still dripping with cleaning solution, he was surprised to see that Starscream hadn't actually left the Medbay. In fact, the Seeker was still standing exactly where Knock Out had left him, holding the soiled towel in his grip as he touched over his damaged wing with his opposite hand. When he realized the doctor had returned and was staring, he glanced up, straightening his posture as he met the doctor's optics. "Ah...Knock Out, one more thing before I take my leave."
Knock Out raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he leaned his weight against the side of the door-frame. "Yes, Commander?" he asked, now wondering if he was going to be facing the consequences of their little dalliance sooner rather than later.
The Seeker pursed his lips, wings shifting nervously behind him before dipping down past his shoulders, almost sheepish. "I would like to ensure that my flight systems are regularly cleared for active duty." He coughed and added, "If there is room in your busy schedule for maintenance checks-" Knock Out began to smile and Starscream quickly trailed off with an embarrassed huff, angrily flinging the towel onto the thoroughly abused chair. "Nevermind! I'll leave you to your duties."
But before he could reach the door, Knock Out managed to catch up to him and grab him by the wrist. "I think I could pencil you in," he said as he flashed the taller mech a sly wink. "After all, what's more important than ensuring that our beloved Air Commander is fully functional?"
And if Knock Out got something out of it too, all the better. It wasn't like continuing this affair would make things worse if they were discovered (or if/when Starscream decided to throw him under the metaphorical transport shuttle). They'd already fragged so that particular professional boundary had already been blasted into micro-shards. Might as well just...roll with it.
As the doctor's words sank in, Starscream's expression softened, his knotted brow slowly unfurling. Finally he lowered his arm, nodding his approval. "Very good then. I'll just-" Starscream paused, half-way to pulling his wrist free from Knock Out's grip as he met the other mech's optics with a confused blink. "What in the name of Primus is a pencil?"
Knock Out unconsciously snorted, raising the opposite hand to cover his mouth. Sometimes he forgot just how utterly clueless the Seeker could be even after all these stellar-cycles. "You really need to spend more time on Earth, Commander," he teased, unable to stop smiling even as Starscream flashed him an annoyed scowl (more of a pout really).
"Hmph! The less time wasted on the surface of that primate infested dust-ball, the better," Starscream said, lifting his chin with a haughty little huff. "The skies however...are another story." As he spoke, he stretched and flapped his wings pointedly before pulling away from the doctor's loose grasp. "Pencil me in then. See to it that all appointments are uploaded to my scheduling block."
"Will do, Commander," Knock Out said, reaching over and giving those wings one last cheeky little tweak even as his eyes shamelessly drifted down to the Seeker's aft and thighs.
White paint cut across the silver plating in distinct messy smears that left very little to the imagination. Of course, he should say something...but considering the Air Commander had purposefully gone out of his way to ruin his finish...
As the humans liked to say: all's fair in love and war (or in this case, sex and surgery).
It was only once the door slid closed behind Starscream that Knock Out let his chassis deflate with a tired sigh, shoulder relaxing into a more neutral slump. Well...this was certainly an interesting development. Not altogether surprising, but interesting nevertheless.
Eventually he turned, optics sweeping over the mess that had been left behind with a frown. As much as he'd like to delegate this, there was no way he'd be able to let a drone handle the clean up. The last thing they needed was gossip among the ranks and even without the puddles of transfluid and lubricant splattered all over the chair and floor, the distinct stench of mixed ozone was going to be a pain in the aft to vent out before his next patient.
As he gathered some cleaning supplies from the shelf, he opened up his HUD and scanned over Starscream's schedule, adding a few weekly "tune-up" sessions to the roster. At least next time, he'd be prepared for the mess (though he was definitely going to have to avoid any high-gloss finishes for a while).
Somehow, he had a feeling that it was going to just be a waste of shanix in the long run.
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