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As If Death Could Part Them	By : Gimmechan Category: Transformers > Transformers: Prime Views: 1844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-As If Death Could Part Them
- 1
Three weeks.
It had taken Knock Out three weeks and four raids on various secluded M.E.C.H compounds before he was able to collect the majority of Breakdown’s body. The stripped down state he’d found his beloved assistant in was deplorable. And he was still missing a good number of small parts. That didn’t worry him though, small things that could be reconstructed by taking apart a vehicon or two, easy enough. But he never would have been able to reconstruct the rest; chest, torso, hips, arms, legs,....head.
Knock Out sat back in his chair, the med bay doors were locked with codes not even Soundwave knew. Not that he feared interruption but Breakdown had always preferred his privacy. The lights were dimmed. No need for their harsh brightness now, he’d save that for when he started reconstructing his fallen warrior’s body tomorrow.
He looked down at the coveted object resting in his lap. Breakdown’s one optic stared sightlessly, lifelessly back at him, as thin fingers reverently stroked over the familiar shapes of his helm.
“I missed you.” One hand rose to toy with a silver ridge. “Over three weeks. All alone. You know I don’t like to be left alone for long. Hate lying on an empty berth. Never did like recharging by myself.”
A pout threatened to form on perfect lips. “You can be so selfish, Breakdown.”
He stroked down the sides of the blue helm, feeling each groove and ridge pass under his palms as the tips of fingers glided down cheeks to brush lightly over lips. His hand paused, briefly, before his fingers moved to traverse over that silent mouth.
“But I forgive you.”
Knock Out cupped Breakdown’s face, holding the head up as he leaned forward, tentatively kissing cold supple lips. He purred, smiling, then pressed his mouth firmly against Breakdown’s. A soft pleased hum escaped as he opened his mouth, glossa probing experimentally before slipping eagerly past unresisting lips to explore familiar territory.
He moaned as he explored. His own oral lubricants coating Breakdown’s mouth, which he plundered ruthlessly, leaving no surface or crevice untouched. Licking his glossa over Breakdown’s, tilting their heads to run his glossa up along the roof of Breakdown’s mouth before pulling away.
“Mmmmmm, you always did taste good.” Optics dimmed as he savored, slowly swallowing the taste on his glossa. “Still taste like you.”
He smiled, playfully, engine revving as he nibbled at Breakdown’s lips. “I know you like how I taste. Wanna taste me again, Breakdown?”
His interface panel slid aside. Wrapping an arm around Breakdown’s helm he pressed their foreheads together, reaching down with his freed hand to stroke himself. Sliding his palm against his spike and valve covers, enjoying the little jots of pleasure that light touch of friction caused. He panted against Breakdown’s lips, his spike cover sliding quickly aside, his spike extending.
Gripping himself, he whimpered, squirming in the chair as he squeezed up his own length. He licked and nipped at the lips against his. “Breakdown...” He stroked himself, spreading his lubricant, fingers growing slick with each stroke.
Releasing his grip on his spike, he pulled back. Carefully cradling Breakdown’s head as he turned to lick the lubricant from his fingers. Leaving only a little behind to enticingly smear against Breakdown’s lips.
Gripping his assistant’s helm in both hands again, Knock Out slid his thumbs carefully between red lips, working the denta further apart, easing Breakdown’s jaw open. Satisfied, he gently stroked a hand down Breakdown’s face. “You want me, don’t you Breakdown?”
Knock Out slouched back in his chair, shifting so his hips rested against the broad of the seat, spreading his legs. “You want me....” he whispered softly and he pulled Breakdown’s head toward him.
He groaned, optics going fuzzy as he ran the tip of his spike over Breakdown’s lips, sliding easily inside. A sigh of pure pleasure escaped him as he moved Breakdown’s head down the full length of his spike, till lips pressed against his plating. His head rolled back against the chair, gasping as he gripped Breakdown’s helm hard, hips rolling so the head of his spike ground against the back of Breakdown’s throat.
“So good.” He breathed the encouragement, hands stroking the helm in his lap. “Oh, Breakdown....”

He eased Breakdown’s head back, hissing in a breath and curling forward as denta grazed against his spike’s nodes. He shifted his grip, grunting he wedged his thumbs between Breakdown’s denta in the back of his mouth. “There.”
He moved Breakdown’s head again and moaned aloud at delicious sensation. “That’s better. Perfect. So perfect.”
He watched, entranced, as his spike sank into the depths of Breakdown’s mouth again and again. The warm tingling wave of his overload building had his hips jerking with the strain of trying to stay still. He eventually gave in as the tension built, hips rolling and arching up each time he brought Breakdown’s head down.
He wanted this to last longer, wanted to go for hours and just float on the blissful sensations as they built to a distant crescendo, but having gone without for so long he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
Arching off the chair, Knock Out ground against Breakdown’s mouth, nearly digging furrows into Breakdown’s helm with sharp fingers, crying out as pleasure peeked and overload crashed through him.
Leaning back, Knock Out moaned happily, hips still moving slightly with the last traces of pleasure. When the pleasure faded, he gripped Breakdown’s helm lovingly, slowly withdrawing his spike from between slack lips. His spike retracted back into it’s housing, his interface panel clicking shut.
With a genuine smile of approval, he tilted Breakdown’s face up intending to reward his lover with a kiss. Only to frown as transfluid dribbled out from Breakdown’s shorn neck onto his leg.
“Hmmmm...” He tilted Breakdown’s head down more as he held it up. “We’ll have to fix that.”
The thick silvery fluid reappeared, a few drops gaining enough momentum to escape out the corner of Breakdown’s mouth, dripping slowly down to his chin. Leaning forward, Knock Out licked Breakdown’s face clean. His glossa traveled up to still parted lips, dipping inside.
He kissed Breakdown once more. Tilting their heads up, his glossa dove in to seek out anymore of his stray transfluid, humming happily when he did, drinking of himself from Breakdown’s mouth.
Satisfied, he pulled away, licking his lips. “I always did think I tasted better on your lips.”
With a contented sigh, Knock Out resituated himself in his chair. Making himself comfortable as he settled Breakdown’s head in his lap once more.
“I do miss your body.” He glanced at the mess of torn plating and severed limbs that lay in a jumbled pile on the med berth. “It may take awhile, love.”
Relaxing, he petted and stroked his partner’s helm. “Well, we’ve always found ways to have fun, haven’t we?” He let his fingers play over the curved cheek guards, his thumb caressing down his cheek, finding Breakdown’s parted lips again.
Knock Out smiled. “And let’s look on the bright side.” He eased two fingers into Breakdown’s mouth, pushing them in as far as he could. “It seems that gag reflex problem you had is completely cured.”
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