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Wolf In Sheep's Clothing	By : Gimmechan Category: Transformers > Transformers: Prime Views: 2420 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shaking his head, still chuckling, Breakdown drank deeply from his cube, amused at the medic's response.
"So," Knock Out hunched forward slightly, toying with his own cube for a moment before looking up. "Now that she's no longer in the picture, will you be turning your attention to..." An elegant shrug of red shoulders caught the light, making it dance off smooth plating, "someone more worthy of your affections?"
It was a hint. A gentle nudge. He really wanted Breakdown to voice his desire for him, put it into words. To hear it. He buried himself in his drink for a moment, keeping his gaze down. Waiting, eagerly. Working hard not to let the tenseness of his anticipation show. He didn't want Breakdown to feel pressured.
The silence between them stretched out. Unable to resist anymore, Knock Out finally looked up. Yellow optics looked back him, confused, as if the larger mech didn't quite understand. Which...was impossible. Breakdown knew, of course he did. He was just being shy, playing coy.
Yes, they would have to work on Breakdown's reluctance to vocalize his affections. For now though, Knock Out was willing to forgive. He gave the object of his affections a soft, understanding smile as he played along, "You know, how's that old the adage go? You have to get under someone to get over someone. Heh, and I don't like seeing you down."
Breakdown smirked, nodding, "Yeah, I've heard that one." The smirk died on his lips as he gave a subtle shrug. "No. I...haven't met any femmes lately that have, you know, been interested. Just...her..."
Knock Out couldn't stop the frown this time. That…wasn't what he wanted to hear. Breakdown wasn't suppose to be thinking about her.
This was all that pit spawned femme's fault. She was out of the picture, had gone off and betrayed Breakdown, and yet, somehow, she still managed to twist Breakdown's mind, turn Breakdown away from him.
Knock Out swallowed his rage. This...was not the place to unleash it. Turning his attention to the mirror behind the bar, Knock Out stared at their reflection. Optics fixing on Breakdown. Just looking at him, watching him, helped soothe him.
We look good together, you and I. Like we were made for one another. I'm sure we are. Never been so sure of anything in all my existence. Wish you could see it as clearly as I see it right now. But you can't...you're weighted down, steeped in misery over this recent loss, this perceived rejection.
Her fault. This is all her fault.
You'll see. I'll make it right. I'll make everything better.
I just need to... No, I don't like the word "lure", it sounds so…devious and predatory. As though I intend to do you harm. I don't. Don't ever think that. But I just need to...convince you to return with me to my high rise in the Towers. You'd love it there. I have a large balcony you can stand on and see all of Iacon glittering and glowing beneath you. The view is beautiful and I want to share that with you.
You like your high grade. Well, I also happen to have the best selection high grades. Any kind you could possibly imagine, want, or wish for. You'll have to have some. The flavors are amazing. The way the different processing techniques and distilling methods bring out a variety of flavors. Good.
So good, you'll never taste the drugs. Don't worry, they're not the addictive kind. I promise. I made it myself, a special mixture. It's just a little something to help you relax. Relax so I can work to undo all the damage that femme has caused.
It'll just make you feel a little weak, tired, like you'd want to lay down. How convenient I happen to have the best, most comfortable berth for that, soft and plush. Only the best. With plenty of room for the both of us. Just us...
I want to make you feel good.
I want to touch you. Explore you. Run my fingers along your seams and hear you moan my name. Like music. I want to kiss you. I've been told, Breakdown, that I'm an artist when it comes to kissing. That flatters me but...I want to know what you think.
I'll kiss you all over. Trace a path starting with your lips, your chin, down your throat, your chest, abdomen. Then lower...down to your interface panel. Tease you open. Oh, Breakdown, the things I want to do to you...
I can please you, Breakdown. Pleasure you to the point you forget your own name, forget everything around, forget where you end and I begin.
I'll change your mind...about everything. You'll love what I do. Better than any femme you could imagine.
Just come home with me.
You'll like it there. And I want you there with me, all the time. Not realistic, I know, I have work I must attend to. But I'm prepared for that. Like I said, my berth is the most comfortable place to lay. You could lay there all day in luxury...and you will, Breakdown.
My berth has a few surprise features on it. I know you'll look beautiful in them. One for each wrist, each ankle, a strap across your waist. A few others should I need them, want them. I don't like calling them "restraints", that sounds like I'm tying you down and forcing you to stay with me against your will and that's not what this is. It's not.
It's not.
You want to be with me. So they're not restraints, not really. I certainly don't see them that way because I wouldn't do that to you. I love you. So, really, they're more like...safe guards. Put in place to ensure I know where you are when I leave and that you'll be there when I get back. Necessary. At least for now. You understand, Breakdown...don't you?
Don't worry, I'll help you should it get confusing.
Oh...Breakdown...just the thought of you stretched out on my berth, splayed, open, vulnerable. Trembling. Trusting. So very trusting of me. You can always trust me. It's a lot to take in, but you need not be afraid, I'll be gentle.
"Knock Out?"
I'll always be gentle.
"Knock Out?"
Because I never want to hurt you...
A hand coming to rest on his shoulder suddenly drew Knock Out from his thoughts. "What?" He glanced down at the hand on his plating. Breakdown's hand. Breakdown was touching him. An open, affectionate gesture. In front of everyone. Warmth spread from each point of contact. He wanted to crawl into Breakdown's lap and soundly kiss him. A reward, a thank you for finally taking that small initiative. It meant...so much.
"Hey," Leaning in closer, Breakdown spoke louder, compensating for the rising swell of noise around them, "You ok?"
Knock Out hadn't realized just how much louder the bar had gotten as more and more mechs and femmes came in. He nodded to Breakdown, "I'm fine."
But Breakdown didn't seem convinced. "You sure? Seem kinda distant tonight."
Knock Out gave a brilliant smile.
You care, you care so much for me...
"Been a hard cycle." He waved a hand around him. "And I wasn't expecting it to be so loud and crowded tonight."
Nodding, Breakdown looked around the bar, "Yeah, me neither." In fact, Breakdown was beginning to think a nice walk, maybe down by the docks where it was sure to be quiet, was a better idea than drinking here.
Knock Out brushed his fingers lightly over Breakdown's that still rested on his shoulder, drawing the larger mech's attention back to him, "Wanna go have a drink someplace quiet?"
Breakdown gave a disbelieving snort, "A quiet place, this late? Where? All the bars around here'll be packed. No better than this."
Grinning, Knock Out shook his head, "Not a bar, my dear Breakdown. My place."
"Your place?" Breakdown considered for a moment. "Where's that at?"
"I have a high rise in the Towers."
Breakdown laughed again, incredulously, hand slipping from Knock Out's warm shoulder to grasp his drink once again, completely missing the forlorn red gaze that followed the motion. "Are you serious?"
"I am." Knock Out grinned, "The view from my place is gorgeous."
Breakdown sighed, thinking, looking over the crowded bar. Staying here didn't appeal to him and he sure as pit didn't feel like going home yet. A high rise in the Towers. Well, he'd never been to the Towers before. Should be treat. He nodded, looking back at Knock Out. "Ok. Yeah, let's go to your place."
"Wonderful!" Knock Out's grin turned luminescent.
They both stood, tossing what either owed for their drink on the counter.
"Hey," Breakdown leaned in toward Knock Out once more, "Lets stop and pick up some high grade on the way -"
Knock Out waved a dismissive hand, cutting him off. "No need for that, Breakdown, I have plenty of high grade at my place."
"You sure? Stuff you have is probably way more expensive and -"
"Absolutely sure." Knock Out flashed him a wide grin, "In fact, I insist and I won't take no for an answer."
"Alright then." Breakdown smiled back, unable to recall a time he'd ever felt such comradery towards another mech, as he gestured toward the door. "Lead the way."
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