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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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The ceiling slid in and out of focus as Breakdown slowly became aware of the world around him once more. His systems lagged, struggling to come fully online. It took him a moment before his realized that this...this wasn't his ceiling. This ceiling was smooth, a pristine white. A far cry from the old discolored cracked ceiling of home. Which meant this wasn't home. And if this wasn't home, where was he?
Weary confusion clung to him, making recall difficult. But slowly, bit by bit, memory trickled in, the evenings events coming back to him. Making sense of the ceiling above him.
The fuzziness of recharge continued to linger, reluctant to be shaken, making him feel heavy all over. Dimming his optics, Breakdown allowed himself to just float in that hazy middle between recharging and being fully online. He savored the luxurious feeling of the berth's padding soft and plush beneath his plating. So different from what his was use to. The padding on his berth at home was thin and worn.
Of course berth padding was a minor detail he'd never been concerned with. Padding like this was costly, not something he could readily afford. Not when most of his credits were pooled with his brothers, only collectively were they able to afford energon and keep a roof over their heads. Though Breakdown tended to secret away a few credits every pay period for himself. A little stash of his own for emergencies...or taking a femme out to some place decent or just trips to the bar to get away, trips his brothers never knew of.
His brothers... Home... He should probably start heading home...was probably getting late.
Breakdown idly checked his chronometer, shocked to find he'd been in recharge for almost two orns. It was more than getting late, it was late. Really late. Motormaster would not be pleased with him coming through the door at this orn. Didn't matter if it was a rarity for him to stay out like this or that he was more responsible than his other brothers. No, Motormaster wouldn't care, not when his temper flared. And Breakdown was sure that by now he was probably pretty geared up, just waiting to tear into him when he walked through that door.
Yeah, not such fun times for him when he got home later. But it was best to just let Motormaster yell and carry on, purge the anger and irritation out of his systems. He knew his brother took his role of eldest very seriously, ever trying to live up to the expectations their creators had placed on him all those vorns ago. That Motormaster was responsible for them, was to watch over them, keep all of them together, keep all of them safe. And he did...even if it lead to the occasional fist fight, he did.
And, now that he thought about it, he also had a mid-morning shift to work at the docks. Going to be a long, long cycle. Oh well, at least this night had turned out pretty decent, when all was said and done. That was almost all thanks to Knock Out, who had wandered in, picked up his incredibly horrible fragging evening and turned it around.
Drawing in a deep breath Breakdown sighed, optics brightening even though the fuzziness continued to linger. He'd have to think of a way to thank Knock Out for all his kindnesses but for now he needed to get up and start for home.
Moving to sit up Breakdown immediately found...he couldn't. His limbs were heavy and almost completely unresponsive. He tried again. Then again. Shocked when he couldn't even crane his neck to look down at himself. He was almost completely immobile. He could blink, control optic movement, vents, but that was pretty much it.
An uneasiness that tasted just shy of panic threatened to bubble up but he shoved it down and forced himself to focus. It was with tremendous effort and concentration he finally got his fingers to twitch on the berth.
That was it.
Despite his best efforts, he could move no further.
No. No, he wouldn't accept that.
Vents turned labored and ragged as he struggled but nothing happened. A feeling of panicked helplessness crawled beneath his plating.
What was this? What could have caused...
That slagging flier fuel. It was the only thing he could think of. It must have messed up his systems, damaged...something.
Frag, frag, frag!
A soft series of light taps on the polished floor alerted him to someone else in the room. Someone coming toward him.
Knock Out.
It had to be Knock Out, he was in the room...somewhere.
Yellow optics went wide as he strived to locate his friend. He needed help and Knock Out was a medic. He had to convey his condition as soon as possible before any further damage to his systems occurred.
The red mech seemed to form from the shadows of the room, a dark figure morphing to deep glossy red in the low light. Knock Out smiled as he approached. Breakdown struggled to speak, tried to force the words out but all he managed was a soft whimper.
Knock Out stopped beside the berth, smiling down at him. "You're awake. I've been waiting."
Desperately, Breakdown tried to make Knock Out understand. His fingers twitched on the berth. He prayed their subtle movements would draw his friend's attention and somehow convey his dilemma without the ability to speak or move.
Leaning in, Knock Out raised a hand, well polished digits reaching over to gently cup Breakdown's face, a thumb feathering gently against his cheek. "I'm so glad you're here now."
The gesture, the words, they didn't make sense. Confusion must have shown on his face, in his optics, but if it did Knock Out took no notice. The hand on his face slid carefully down, fingertips running lightly along the ridges of his helm, sweeping over to play along the contour of his lips, gently tracing them.
Breakdown stared. Knock Out had never touched him like this. He didn't like it. It had to be some kind of….joke, some ill bout of off humor because Knock Out was still smiling and Breakdown found nothing amusing about the situation.
Then Knock Out stepped away, leaving his field of vision. He didn't walk away, didn't leave the room, Breakdown could still hear him close by, he just couldn't see where. The padding on the berth beside his waist suddenly sank in under a new weight and he felt the slide of a leg against his hip. Slim thighs followed what could only be the smaller mech's slighter weight settled across his middle and Breakdown realized Knock Out was straddling him.
When two small hands pressed flat against his plating, Breakdown relaxed, relief sweeping through him. Knock Out was a smaller mech, especially compared to his own size and bulk, so it made perfect sense he would need a better vantage point than from beside a berth. It wasn't like he was laying on a medical berth that could rise or lower as needed. Knock Out had simply needed a better vantage point from which to search for and diagnose the problem. That's all it was. Knock Out knew, he understood there was something wrong and was looking into it, would fix him.
Hands skimmed across his abdominal plating. The touch was light, almost...intimate. He tried to ignore it, reminding himself, yet again, that Knock Out was a medic. It didn't help. The touches didn't feel clinical, they felt...
Had to be his imagination. The stress, the tiredness, the unexpected situation, everything preying on his mind, coming together to make something innocent, someone helpful seem...less than.
Breakdown clamped down on his doubt, berating himself. It was uncalled for. Knock Out was a professional. More than that, Knock Out was his friend. Had shown him nothing but respect and kindness and trust, had even invited him into his own home, he wouldn't do anything inappropriate-
A fingertip suddenly dipped into a seam, grazing over a sensor node. His intakes hitched as a jolt of pleasure shot through his sensor net.
Something far stronger than unease crawled coldly through him before being quickly shoved away. Accident. That's all it was, just an accident. Knock Out didn't know what he had done and if he had he wouldn't have-
Another thin fingertip slipped into the seam. The tips probed, finding the sensor node, pressing in, rubbing the node hard. A shudder ran unbidden through Breakdown's body followed by a bloom of heat as his sensor net lit up.
That...that wasn't an accident.
A deep throatily purr permeated the quiet of the room as Knock Out stroked the node once more then slipped his fingers from the seam. That small hand caressed outward, making way for the press of lips. Hot breath rolled against his plating, sensors prickling, reacting. Then a glossa licked firmly along the seam fingertips had abandoned.
Disbelief and shock didn't begin to cover what Breakdown felt as denial uncurled in his mind.
This wasn't happening.
Knock Out slid against him, moving up, placing hot open mouthed kisses as he went. Small hands splayed firmly on his plating, touching, fingers and palms gliding up his body. That lithe frame moved slowly, sensually, along his; hips wiggling, thighs gripping his waist. He felt the red mech's rumbling purr against him as he licked a line up Breakdown's chest. Hands caressing up and outward to run fingers loosely over broad shoulders. Knock Out leaned against him, kissing his throat, lips skimming teasingly against sensitive metal.
It was all a misunderstanding. Somehow, in some way, he'd conveyed the wrong message to Knock Out. Lead him to think that this was ok, that this is what he wanted. It wasn't. It needed to stop. Now. But he couldn't get the words out. If he could just get the words out Knock Out would stop.
Palms pressed flat, Knock Out slid his hands slowly up and down the broad expanse of blue chest plating. His mouth moved softly up to trace along Breakdown's jaw, hot breaths teasing his sensors. Small needy kisses blazed a path to the corner of his mouth.
Knock Out's hands suddenly gripped his helm, hard, thumbs gliding across his lips. He shifted, looking Breakdown straight in the optics with an intensity that bordered on frightening. Knock Out panted softly, licking his lips, one hand breaking its grip to firmly caress over Breakdown's helm.
"Breakdown." He breathed the word, lips curling, brushing against Breakdown's own to form a shaky smile. "I've been waiting to do this since I first saw you."
Red optics dimmed, lidded, as Knock Out tilted his head with obvious intent. No was the only word Breakdown could think of as lips slanted against his own in a surprisingly chaste kiss. Knock Out lingered only a few moments before pulling slowly away. When he looked at Breakdown again it was with optics that nearly sparkled, an unspoken giddy happiness played across the medic's face as he let out a breathless laugh.
Breakdown mentally recoiled. There was something seriously, seriously wrong with this mech.
Knock Out kissed him again. And again. And again. Soft gentle kisses. He smiled down at Breakdown, fingers caress down the sides of his helm in a soothing motion, though Breakdown felt anything but soothed.
Gently rested his forehead against Breakdown's, the medic smiled his giddy, happy smile as red optics held yellow ones. "Breakdown..." He felt the smooth caress of Knock Out's fingers against his cheek. "I lo-"
A loud hiss of static cut through the quiet of the room. Knock Out sat up, a hand splayed on Breakdown's chest as they both looked at the source of interruption. Two sets of optics fixed on Breakdown's forearm.
::Breakdown.::
Motormaster's gravelly voice barked through Breakdown's comm speaker.
His gaze returned to Knock Out, watching as the giddy happiness from just moments before quickly vanish.
::Breakdown. Answer me. Don't you dare ignore me.::
A flare of hope seared through him. Motormaster sounded torqued and probably was if he'd taken the actual step of comming him. Good. Very good. The more torqued off his brother was, the more likely he'd come looking for him, activating the tracking. Motormaster would know where he was. Put a quick end to this and get him to a medical facility.
::Breakdown! I know you can fraggin' hear me. Answer me. Now.::
Breakdown struggled, desperate to push any sound he could out of his throat. Something, anything that might tip his brother off that something was wrong on his side. That the silence wasn't because he was drunk or pasted out or ignoring his brother.
Knock Out frowned. He looked angry, optics narrowed, hints of a snarl pulled at his mouth.
::Breakdown...so help me... If you don't answer me right now, when I get my hands on you, you will regret it.::
A breathy whimper, the only sound Breakdown could successfully force out, drew Knock Out's attention back to him. Light rolled like liquid over the glossy plating as Knock out looked down at him, anger melting away, bringing back a subtle smile to white lips.
Mouthing Breakdown's name, Knock Out pressed flush against the larger frame. A slim arm curled under a broad shoulder while the medic's other hand clamped down over Breakdown's mouth, turning his head to the side, stifling any further sounds that might have escaped. Pressing close, he whispered in his captive's audio. "Shhhhhhhhh. Don't make a sound. I'll take care of this."
His hand slid from Breakdown's mouth, thin fingers trailing down his helm to the back of his neck, their sharp tips gently hooking under and pulling away the small panel that covered his medial port.
No.
There was the soft whirling slide of a medical line being pulled from its place in the medic's wrist. A light push then the tingling buzz of connection, the horrifying realization that Knock Out had access to his systems. The medic wasted no time finding the comm lines that linked him to his brothers, shutting them down, cutting off Motormaster's snarling threats, plunging the room into silence.
No.
But Knock Out wasn't done. He lingered, not only did he code the lines to his brothers to be inaccessible but he also took Breakdown's entire comm system off line, locking it down with medical codes. These were codes Breakdown didn't even have a chance at hacking. No more signals; none sent, none received.
No.
Knock Out had isolated him. Cut him off completely from the world. This isn't suppose to happen.
A flick of his hand and Knock Out disconnected, medical line disappearing back into his wrist. He nuzzled against Breakdown's cheek, placing a comforting kiss on his temple.
"There. No more interruptions from them ever again. Don't worry, Breakdown, they'll never find you here." Knock Out leaned back. "They're just going to have to learn how to live without you, Breakdown." His smile widening as his hands stroked down blue plating. "You belong to me now."
Fear, real circuit chilling fear, seeped in.
His tanks churned as he stared up at Knock Out, that smile, that intensity in his optics, that hunger. An unsettling thought rose from the back of his mind. It was said the rich could get away with murder. With a wealth of credits, a good title, the right connections, it was rumored the rich could indulge in their own sick and twisted fantasies. And if that were true, Knock Out could, he had all the advantage.
The sickening reality of his situation hit him hard. There was no rescue coming for him and there wouldn't be. No one knew he was here. Once he and Knock Out had walked out of that bar…no one knew anything. If he didn't show up for his shift in the morning, they'd simply fill the empty spot with another mech willing to do the work and there were always mechs looking for work. They wouldn't ask questions. Wouldn't inquire about his whereabouts. They'd simply fill the spot and move on.
His brothers would undoubtedly notice his absence. Motormaster already did. Though he would believe, at least for a time, that his absence was due to...defiance, a drunken binge, chasing a femme, there were a number of things his brothers could and would believe before they realized something was wrong. His own brothers probably didn't even know what bar he went to, he never told them...he had wanted to be left alone. Seemed so stupid now. Worse yet, his brothers didn't even know Knock Out existed. In fact, Breakdown had told no one the existence of the shiny red Towers mech that had befriended him. No one...no one knew anything.
He was alone. All alone...with Knock Out.
"Don't worry." Knock Out reached up, hands cupping Breakdown's face once more, thumbs moving against his cheeks in a deceptively soothing fashion as though he needed reassurance. "I'm going to take good care of you."
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