After a battle with the Autobots, Zephyr sustained several injuries to his arm and torso...but the Vehicon was too stubborn to admit he needed medical attention. His peers and even his active leader of his platoon egged him to go get looked at when his arm began sparking like mad. It took bringing in Soundwave himself to get him to comply as he couldn't argue with the silent third-in-command. He couldn't win an argument when there was none.
Dragging himself to the medbay against his own stubbornness, he approached the doctor who was sharpening his sawblade. However, the cherry red Aston Martin, a devilishly handsome mech, seemed unaware of his presence. He stared hard at the backside of Knockout, admiring more than just the physical beauty as his sight trailed down to the aft everyone on the Nemesis wanted to tap deep down. He was no different but despite the rumors of Knockout's late escapades, he figured the doctor had limitations, especially with Vehicons like him. After all, why go for the soldier when there were the big commanders themselves? It was a dream if anything, and he didn't expect anything more. It was perfectly fine like that.
Zephyr was startled when Knockout twisted around and felt bad when the latter jumped back before exclaiming, "Can't you just knock?! I don't need to feel like I must watch my back around here more than I already do. But judging by that sorry state, you didn't watch yours, did you?"
"The big Wrecker can give hits like no other. My chest feels compressed too. I tried to shake it off but-"
"But it can be lethal if you stay like this. Trauma to the spark chamber is no laughing matter regardless of how confident you are. Get on the berth and I'll see if I can fix you to working order depending on the extent of the damage."
He did what he was told this time without a fuss. He tensed as Knockout looked over his arm first. Several bent pieces of armor had severed a few of the wires but nothing he couldn't replace and fix back into perfect shape. Zephyr felt relief instantly with a soft "oh" which earned him a small smile from the medic. His spark chamber was a different matter altogether. The dents of the frame within were concaved directly towards the spark. It was nearly touching it, and he could see by Knockout's expression that it was bad.
"Okay, I'm going to have to press back on the frame, and it's going to hurt like hell. Ready?"
Zephyr hesitantly nodded and when he felt Knockout's servo slide carefully between the metal and his spark, he nearly lurched off the berth. Then came the painful part. His claws sank into the platform with a yell as Knockout used all his strength to force the frame into a better position away from the spark. He had to do that in the lower area of the chamber as well. It took an excruciating thirty minutes to do it. At the end, Zephyr was tired, and he knew Knockout was not any better. It seemed so simple, but it felt like a nightmare.
"Stay here and don't move. I'll numb it for now so you can relax, but it'll ache tomorrow. Fair warning."
Zephyr laid there for nearly an hour as Knockout went elsewhere for the time being, breathing hard but as the medicine took effect, he became soothed. There wasn't even a shred of pain left. He felt better than ever in fact. He moved his arm, no strain and definitely no sparks. He temporarily opened his spark chamber again to see how his spark was doing. No problems whatsoever, cosmetically, physically, or physiologically...whatever word he could think of even if it didn't make sense. Zephyr was a new mech almost.
Knockout returned and he barely noticed among his relaxation. It wasn't until he heard the doctor placing various tools back in place did he finally look over at him. Zephyr watched Knockout blankly as he reached high to put some of the sedatives back on their shelf, giving him a good view of his aft with one leg standing on the floor by the edge of his pede and the other lifted to make the chore easier.
Something in Zephyr's mind was slowly drifting to fantasies about taking the medic, bent over his own table or maybe riding him to oblivion with that nice aft pointed in his direction. But then he considered this: what exactly stopped him from coaxing Knockout for a good time? If interface was offered, would Knockout be opposed to it?
There was a mental switch in his head, one that was very dastardly. He got off the berth and got behind the medic. The painkillers were doing wonders with his sense of lust as he felt no shame or any consideration of what Knockout felt when he placed a servo on his aft. Knockout squeaked and tried to move away but Zephyr pressed closer against his back, making the medic's breath hitch.
"W-What do you think you are doing?!"
"Relax, Doc, I'm just paying you back," he muttered in his medically induced daze. "You do take this form of payment, right? Isn't that what you live to be? A distraction for all your patients?"
Knockout blushed and scowled, "Only the good ones. You know this is only going to make the pain worse when the medicine wears out, right?"
"I think I'll take my chances. Don't I deserve a reward for my good behavior?" Zephyr asked, emphasizing the last word by rubbing his digits between the medic's clenched thighs.
Knockout placed a servo against the wall to not stumble forward from accidentally faceplanting against his cabinets. Slowly, he began to grin at the Vehicon's audacity. "You want a treat? Fine, get on the berth. This is my medbay after all, so I call the shots."
Zephyr wrapped his arm to stroke between the plates of Knockout's abdomen grill and to make sure he walked back with him. As soon as he was on the berth, he let go of the medic who whipped around with an unknown expression. At first, he thought himself in trouble but then Knockout gently pushed him to lay down back where he was. Zephyr was hard under his interface panel as Knockout "examined" him. They said medic servos were their greatest tools, and the Vehicon believed this when those delicate servos touched down his chest and toward his lower region all while he stood at the side of the berth.
Suddenly, Zephyr was restrained when the automatic energy cuffs appeared over his wrists and feet. He had forgotten the medical berths were equipped with that for unruly patients. Knockout, however, still was taking him up on his offer it seemed, but he wasn't in command of how it was going to happen. He was helpless as servos teased his spike housing, a claw tapping it as a sign to reveal himself.
He obeyed and didn't regret it when the berth was adjusted to be completely horizontal, and Knockout got on top of him with his cherry aft near the Vehicon's faceplate on his hands and knees leaning over the purple and black spike. He felt Knockout grab it and began stroking while licking his lips.
"How long have you been wanting this?" Knockout purred.
"Since I got here today, but have I wanted you before? Absolutely, Doc. Who wouldn't?"
The Aston Martin hummed, "Flattery is hardly meaningful to me but since you do deserve a lollipop for being such a good boy, you can have the best of both worlds."
Zephyr didn't know what that meant until Knockout's valve was presented in his view already wet. Of course, it would be given he probably was saving himself for a regular or had played with himself within this past hour. It got him horny just thinking about Knockout playing with his valve thinking about him of all bots. A few digits went into the gold trimmed valve for his viewing pleasure but at the same time, Knockout gave an experimental lick to his spike. Then the heat turned up.
His spike was engulfed by a forcefully tight mouth and one that was considered a treasure among the Nemesis. Zephyr shivered having to watch the medic pump into the slick valve while feeling his spike being tended to. It was safe to say the view contributed a lot to his rising temperatures more than the actual blowjob. He didn't mind when some lubricant dripped down onto his Decepticon insignia.
The mouth of the medic was warm and moist. The valve he was forced to watch like torture was looking more delicious by the second. The Vehicon hissed as pressure was building in his systems from Knockout's professionalism in the field. He tried fighting the restraints to no avail, moaning as he stared as four digits now pierced into the valve at a quicker pace.
"D-Damn! Ah," he whimpered, overloading without Knockout's permission. He knew was the case when the latter made a disappointed grunt after swallowing the transfluid.
"Naughty, naughty. I thought you would last until I was finished first," the red mech sneered.
Zephyr huffed, "Maybe I could replace those fingers with something bigger to make it up to you."
The smirk he got was enough to make his spark skip a beat. Without warning, Knockout turned around and removed his digits from his valve to align himself with the Vehicon's half-limp spike that was coming back alive in excitement.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to give you another treat. Enjoy it while you can."
Knockout leaned close to his faceplate, the pretty red circle optics meeting his red visor one with lust in them as his spike was met with intense warmth. He was greedy for it; he needed it. Zephyr wanted so desperately to grab the medics hips and grind him down to take it all. But no, he was at Knockout's mercy.
With those well-polished servos on his chest and back arching with optics closed, the Vehicon watched the medic lift and go down on him, going deeper each time. Harder the movements became like Zephyr was nothing but a toy to Knockout, a simple drone he could fuck himself on shamelessly. The painkillers were starting to wear off, but his body was too desperate to notice, only perceiving the pain as an extra flavor as the medic rode him to abandon.
When Knockout began grinding against him, biting his lip, Zephyr groaned on how good it felt. His overload was coming but he couldn't release yet, not with Knockout yet to do so. He wanted to hold out. The claws on his chest were causing streaks against his armor as the medic readjusted his legs for an even better angle.
"Good boy," Knockout panted. "Do you like your treat?"
Zephyr couldn't answer but he loved the view of peering towards his spike and seeing it disappear so fast before being revealed only for a millisecond. He couldn't resist the noises slipping out as his stamina wasn't as great as Knockout who had plenty of partners to build up such a level of restraint.
"Come for me. Doctor's orders."
He listened and ejaculated into the medic only for Knockout to still be going, using the spike and the new feeling of being overflooded to get the deep nodes stimulated to his advantage. Zephyr was ridden dry which began to sting uncomfortably as Knockout finally hit his mark and cried out. The Vehicon hissed at the overstimulation knowing it was somewhat payback for his originally lewd advancement earlier. To his surprise, he wasn't let off the berth and Knockout dismounted him and closed his valve to seal the transfluid in.
Before Zephyr could plea for release from his bonds, Knockout made his statement quite clear. "And who says you get to leave? You're still supposed to be resting. Since you couldn't obey that request the first time, I'm afraid you have to stay here."
He felt the same claw that damaged his chest run up his abdomen.
"But if you stay good, I may have some more treats I can give."
Zephyr wisely kept his mouth shut as Knockout turned around again, this time reaching for something in the cabinets purposefully to show him his aft. The Vehicon was not hating what he got into as his spike awakened again though he doubted he would get relief any time soon.
AN: I promised someone I would do Knockout next. I have a question for all those reading. Do you like surprises? After I post the remaining scheduled three, there might just be a bonus or two...or three that it seems I have forgotten. Two of them you could possibly guess but who would be the lucky number three bonus encounter? The world may never know...