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Wolf In Sheep's Clothing	By : Gimmechan Category: Transformers > Transformers: Prime Views: 2423 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Slim arms wrapped themselves around Breakdown's neck as Knock Out leaned in. There was a subtle tilt of the red helm then a soft whisper of hot breath caressing him before lips settled over his own. A low throaty moan broke the silence of the room as Knock Out's lithe body arched into him. Smooth velvety plating sliding erotically against his own, the purposeful friction creating heat. His sensor net came alive, lighting up, sending out little shockwaves of pleasure from each point of contact, making him shiver hotly.

Which only encouraged Knock Out to press even closer.

The lips above Breakdown's parted encouragingly, seeking to deepen the kiss. He could easily read the desire for closeness, for intimacy. A glossa pressed forward between unresisting lips, meeting the barrier of closed dentae. Knock Out gave a whine of frustration then licked along the obstacle as though through enticement he'd be granted access.

The pressure against his lips eased as Knock Out relented, head tilting back, red optics catching and holding yellow ones as he smiled, undeterred. One arm carefully unwound from Breakdown's neck. The hand skimming against him, coming up to cup his jaw gently, lovingly.

That small palm caressed along till fingertips brushed his lips. Their sharp tips pressed carefully in, slipping passed lips, to wedge themselves between his dentea. Then Knock Out pulled down.

"Open up for me, love." Knock Out purred sweetly, his smile remaining, bordering on gleeful as he pried Breakdown's mouth open.

"That's it. No need to be shy, Breakdown." Knock Out rested his forehead against Breakdown's. "Not with me." His hand finished its work, one fingertip reaching in to gently stroke along his glossa before withdrawing.

Tilting his head back once more, Knock Out's optics brightened as he gazed at Breakdown's open mouth, glossa flicking out to lick his lips. "I want to taste you."

Knock Out descended on him, mouth covering Breakdown's. Glossa slipping easily, eagerly inside. Sweeping the inside of Breakdown's mouth, memorizing texture, luxuriating in his lover's unique taste as he teased Breakdown's glossa with his own.

Pulling away, Knock Out pinned Breakdown with a heated gaze. Keeping optic contact he leaned in just enough to brush his lips teasingly against Breakdown's. "You taste so good."

Knock Out kissed him again, quickly, loosely. Murmuring lowly against Breakdown's mouth. "Better than energon, better than high grade. So much sweeter."

He dipped in for another kiss, slowly this time. Moaning loudly as he indulged in that flavor that was all Breakdown, drinking him in.

Lifting his helm, Knock Out's lips curled into a sultry smile. "Makes me wonder what other flavors you consist of." His hands slid suggestively over blue chest plating. "Let's find out, shall we?"

That dark red helm dipped then Breakdown felt the press of lips against his plating, leaving a trail of kisses that followed the path of exploring hands. Knock Out would pause, here and there, to lick along a seam or nibble the edge of some new found sensitive plating. He'd seek then thrill at any little reaction he earned from Breakdown; the increased speed of internal cooling fans, the sudden hitch of an intake, a twitch, the way Breakdown's fingers would curl into the berth's padding. Knock Out seemed to take each one as encouragement, as if Breakdown himself were telling Knock Out to keep going.

Knock Out's fingers picked their way over the broad abdomen. Their sharp thin tips sliding easily under plating to twist wires and tease senor nodes. Sliding ever lower till his hand stroked over Breakdown's interface panel. Fingertips tracing lightly, teasingly playful, along the panel's outline. He paused, gently pressing his cheek against Breakdown's pelvic plating, his hand caressing over the swell of a hip.

Knock Out smiled at the heat, the fast whirl of cooling fans, the labored intakes, the way Breakdown had moved into his touch or would grip the padding beneath him in pleasure. They were all signs of Breakdown's arousal. Breakdown wanted him, needed him. And Knock Out would not deny him. He turned his head and kissed the heated surface of Breakdown's interface panel.

Breakdown's plating crawled with each touch. The press of lips, the flick of Knock Out's glossa sending out unwanted twinges of pleasure. He struggled, physically at first, being able to do little more than twitch or curl his fingers into the padding beneath him. He struggled mentally, trying to calm his body, fight its natural reaction to all of Knock Out's stimulation.

He failed.

He failed with every try. His intakes hitching with every unforeseeable surge of pleasure from the warm lick of a glossa or teasing nibble of dentea. His cooling fans working harder to battle the ever rising heat of electricity singing through his sensor net.

It disgusted him.

It disgusted him and it was humiliating. Humiliating he couldn't control his own body, his reactions. Humiliating that for all his strength and power and size he could do nothing to help himself. The feeling of humiliation gave way to anger. Anger at himself. Angry that his confidence in his own attributes had played into his down fall, had ultimately blinded him. He had honestly believed himself above danger, above ever being a target, above being…..a victim. That was something smaller, weaker mechs had to worry about. Not him, he was suppose to be safe.

But Knock Out had taken that. Taken his sense of safety, removed from him his power over self, drained his strength and left him….helpless. Helpless on his back, unable to so much as vocalize a protest. He was Knock Out's. Knock Out's to do with as he pleased.

And, to a point, it almost felt…..deserved. That he had brought this on himself. After all, he didn't really know Knock Out. Before tonight he hadn't even known Knock Out was a medic. He didn't even know if that was true. Or if anything Knock Out had ever said was true. Not that Knock Out had said much about himself, always keeping their conversations focused on Breakdown. It made sense now.

He had made everything so easy for Knock Out. So easy. Swallowing the bait without any coaxing, walking with blind trust right into the trap. He had followed Knock Out here willingly. Drank what was given to him without question.

He stared at the ceiling. Never before in his life had he felt so stupid.

The dance of fingertips along his interface panel ripped him from his self loathing. The press of Knock Out's cheek against his pelvic plating had panic bubbling up in him. No. No, no, no. Too close. Knock Out was too close. Not this…..please, not this. Not that it wasn't the foreseeable conclusion. He had guessed…..no, he knew this was where everything was leading to. But that didn't make it any easier to take.

Lips pressed against his interface panel followed by a long lascivious lick. He wanted to grab Knock Out and throw him across the room even as his sensor net tingled with pleasure. But he couldn't. He could only stare at the ceiling and that knowledge ate at his mind. Even more horrific, he could feel his spike pressurizing as Knock Out licked around the panel's edges, a slim hand caressing up and down Breakdown's thigh.

Knock Out continued to tease the edge of Breakdown's interface panel, his hand caressing up the expanse of a powerful thigh, his other hand braced against Breakdown's hip. He brought his hand back, tracing over the interface panel's edges, searching for the manual release. Teasing was all well and good, enjoyable foreplay, but too much could be cruel. And if the heat building behind the panel was any indication, Breakdown was ready for more.

His fingers found the tiny catch, pressing it in, watching the panel slide aside as he sat back on his knees between Breakdown's legs. With a hungry gaze, he watched Breakdown's spike pressurize and extend. He was fascinated by its impressive girth and length. But this wasn't all about the physical, above all, he felt honored Breakdown had chosen him to share in such intimacy. Chose him as his lover.

No….no, what was between them was more than that. He was more than a lover. They were more than lovers. He was more like Breakdown's….spark mate. His bonded. Yes, because they would be bonded…..in time. Not right now, no. It was too soon for that. Breakdown was still broken, he needed fixing. Like a virus needs the right coding to be neutralize, Breakdown needs the right…..corrections. And love. And affection. Lots and lots of love and affection. He needed to be shown he was beautiful and desired and that Knock Out loved him more than anything else.

He reach out and wrapped a hand firmly around the base of Breakdown's spike, taking in the feel of it, the weighty fullness against his palm and fingers, the heat. It was beautiful. Everything about Breakdown was beautiful. And the trust Breakdown put in him… How he relaxed on the berth, leaving himself in Knock Out's hands. And for that, Knock Out would make sure Breakdown was thoroughly pleasured.

He moved his hand up the shaft, squeezing lightly as he did. Lubricant oozed from the tip.

"You're so beautiful, Breakdown." Gentle fingers ran through the lubricant, catching it, spreading it along the spike as his hand moved down. "Beautiful and so impressive. Do you know that?"

Knock Out ran his hand over Breakdown's spike several more times, till it gleamed from the slickness, Knock Out's hand gliding smoothly up and down.

As more lubricant oozed from the tip, Knock Out's curiosity took over. He leaned forward and slowly licked the head of the spike, collecting the lubricant on his glossa. He closed his optics, letting the slick substance coat his glossa before swallowing, moaning as he did.

"Mmmmmmmm." Knock Out leaned forward again, this time licking from the base to tip of Breakdown's spike. Smiling at Breakdown's shuttering gasp.

"You like that?" He licked up Breakdown's spike again. Leaning down to press kisses along its length, glossa flicking over senor nodes as he went. He carefully took the tip in his mouth, gently suckling for a moment, then he leaned down, taking in more of the spike. Glossa playing against the ridges and nodes as he moved down. His jaw strained and he swallowed, throat contracting around the spike, squeezing it. He hummed happily when he felt the spike swell more. It made him happy to know Breakdown was so obviously enjoying his attention.

Breakdown's blunt fingers clutched weakly at the padding beneath him. Make it stop. Anything….he'd give anything for an interruption. Knock Out claimed to be a medic…..why couldn't there be some medical emergency? Why couldn't someone call and need him? Primus…..please…something…anything…please, make him stop.

But his silent pleas went unnoticed, unanswered, and he choked on his intake as Knock Out's mouth moved on his spike, glossa licking firmly up the underside, sending waves of undiluted pleasure through his senor net. He was tempted to squeeze his optics close. But it wouldn't help. Because it didn't matter if his optics were open or closed, he was going to feel everything either way.

Knock Out slowly sat back, letting the spike slip free. Breakdown was ready. Reaching a hand between his legs, Knock Out quickly slid aside his own interface panel. His spike remained sheathed, that would be saved for another time, but his valve…

He brought his other hand to him as well, both hand running over his exposed valve. Sharp digits curling in. He moaned at the feel of his own hot wet arousal. Only Breakdown could bring him to this level of arousal without so much as touching him. Breakdown. Rising up on his knees, Knock Out looked down at his love sprawled out on his berth. So open and trusting, because Breakdown loved him.

He moaned again, head falling back on his shoulder as he thrust his fingers in deeper. He loved how his valve clenched around them, shivering slightly when he felt the hot slide of lubricant dribble down his inner thighs. All for Breakdown.

"Breakdown…." He gasped, pulling his fingers free. He swung a leg over Breakdown's, bracing himself against the larger mech's abdomen as he swung his other leg across Breakdown's hips, straddling the mech. He took the spike in hand again, running his fingers along its length.

"I want you inside me."

Breakdown twitched beneath him, a strained choking sound coming from his throat. "Shhhhhh, you just relax, love." Knock Out stroked Breakdown's waist soothingly. "And let me do all the work."

Knock Out positioned himself over Breakdown, guiding the tip of the spike to his valve. He eased down, sliding the head inside him. A loud moan welled up as Knock Out's optics flickered out, savoring the feeling. He moved, sliding down further, gasping as his valve stretched around the thick length. Intakes hitched as his hand reached back to grip Breakdown's thigh for support.

Breakdown's spike slid deeper inside him, the ridges and nodes lining the spike hit and activated every sensitive spot in Knock Out's taut valve, sending out delicious waves of pleasure.

"Oh, Breakdown." Knock Out groaned, back arching. "So good."

Knock Out pushed himself down further, wincing slightly as his valve stretched achingly to accommodate the spike. He paused a moment, leaning against Breakdown, intakes labored. His valve quivered around the spike. Knock Out had never felt so full. But he was determined to take all of Breakdown inside him. He would not disappoint his lover, his future bonded.

With a sharp cry Knock Out forced the rest of Breakdown's spike inside him. Red plating coming to rest against grey plating as Knock Out suddenly tensed, intakes froze as his valve squeezed around the spike hard, valve walls rippling erratically. Then he slumped forward, bracing against Breakdown with shaky arms, panting and shivering with the aftershocks from the sudden overload.

After a few moments, Knock Out shifted, lifting himself off the spike. He crawled up Breakdown's body and smiled down at him looking happy and slightly dazed.

"That was wonderful." He leaned down, lips brushing against Breakdown's. "Thank you."

Knock Out kissed him, deep and thoroughly, pouring into the kiss all his gratitude. And he was grateful. Breakdown was so caring and thoughtful. Thoughtful, and generous enough to bring Knock Out to overload first. Putting Knock Out's pleasure before his own, even though Knock Out had intended it to be the other way around.

It was this silent selflessness that made Knock Out love him all the more. And it made him all the more determined to give to his generous lover as good as he got. He wanted to bring Breakdown to a frame shuddering overload. And he would. And Breakdown would love him for it.

As Knock Out ended the kiss, leaning back, Breakdown clung to the hope that Knock Out was through with him. That the overload would sate him and he'd fall into recharge. That he'd leave Breakdown alone now.

His hope was quickly smashed as Knock Out slid down his body, straddled his hips once again, and plunged Breakdown's spike into his waiting valve. Knock Out moaned deeply as he slid far more easily down Breakdown's spike this time and Breakdown didn't have to see him to know the sick mech was smiling.

"Breakdown, you're so good to me." Knock Out moaned again as his hips moved, sliding himself slowly up and down Breakdown's length.

A yellow optic twitched. Hands curled into weak useless fists. It was the only reaction Breakdown could give. And no matter what he tried to think of to distract himself from this reality, Knock Out would bring him back. The movement of Knock Out's hips, the unavoidable pleasuring feel of his spike sliding inside that hot slick valve, the way Knock Out would moan or speak words of praise to him as if he were participating and not laying drugged and immobile on the berth, he couldn't escape any of it.

"Breakdown…..do you feel that?" Knock Out seated himself fully on Breakdown's spike, grinding their hips together. "It's perfect. We fit perfectly together."

Leaning forward on Breakdown, Knock Out rocked his hips, moving the spike inside him to line up and hit every delicious sensor in his valve. "Ah! It's like we were made just for each other."

He moved faster, leaning forward and bracing himself against Breakdown. He was past the point of simply enjoying the slide and feel of Breakdown's spike inside him. He was rapidly careening toward overload…..but not without Breakdown.

His fingers splayed against Breakdown's abdomen, digging into seams, scratching roughly against sensor nodes, tugging on wires. The body beneath him jolted then shuddered hard making him grin.

"That it, Breakdown, overload with me."

Overload punched through Breakdown as hard and as unwanted as a hit from Motormaster. Little stars danced behind squeezed shut optics. He didn't remember shutting them. He slowly opened them as the intense sensations faded, leaving him weak and shaky and wholly unprepared for the cold disgust that swept in and filled the void left behind by the waning overload.

He could still feel his spike buried deep inside Knock Out. Could feel Knock Out's lithe form splayed on top of him, systems still running hot. He could feel the warm sticky wetness of their mixed fluids coating his pelvic plating, his thighs. Could feel it dip down and pool in his seams.

He would have preferred numbness.

Knock Out slowly sat up, groggy, but sated. He smiled, caressing a hand lovingly across Breakdown's waist before slowly easing himself up and off Breakdown's spike. Giving a sad little sound at their parting, at the feeling of emptiness. He looked down at the streaked mess of their love making. Breakdown's spike was coated in silvery transfluid that mixed with Knock Out's own lubricant from overload.

He moved back to kneel between Breakdown's legs once more.

"We made a bit of a mess." He ran a fingertip up the still pressurized spike, coating it in their essence, bring it to his mouth. "Mmmmmmm." He moaned, pulling the sharp tip from his lips.

"Here, let me…" Knock Out leaned forward, licking along the underside of the spike. "Clean you up."

Knock Out licked slowly up Breakdown's spike, glossa gathering their fluids, swallowing the mixture eagerly.

Breakdown winced every time Knock Out licked him, glossa running over sensitive nodes. He prayed this wouldn't lead to another round of interfacing. He wasn't sure he could handle that…..he wasn't sure he could handle this.

But with one last firm lick, Knock Out sat up and once again crawled up his body to straddled his midsection. Knock Out leaned in close, his lips parted and Breakdown could see the small pool of transfluid and lubricant in the curl of Knock Out's glossa.

No.

He caught Knock Out's sultry gaze, their optics locked. The corners of Knock Out's mouth edged up into a brief smile just before he dipped his head, lubricant slick lips settling on his own. Knock Out's glossa slipped easily inside, eager to share its treasure, coating Breakdown's own glossa with a tangy coppery taste.

Knock Out fed him their transfluids, pushing the thick slimy mixture further and further toward the back of his throat, till Breakdown swallowed on reflex. He purred against Breakdown's lips, pleased, as Breakdown felt his tanks churn.

"That's us." Knock Out murmured softy as he pulled away, licking his lips as he did. "Don't we taste exquisite together?"

He smiled then settled himself down against Breakdown. Curling close to his lover, his head resting on a large shoulder as he slung an arm around Breakdown's waist, his legs twining with Breakdown's.

"Welcome home, Breakdown." Sighing happily, Knock Out nuzzled against Breakdown, hugging him close. "I love you."

Knock Out's systems quieted as the smaller mech slipped into recharge.

Breakdown stared at the ceiling. Recharge pushed at him and was ignored as he desperately tried to distance himself, mentally, emotionally, from everything. Distance from this room. From the night's events. From the lingering feeling of fingers pressing into his seams. From the feel of the body pressed against him now. From the warm rhythmic intakes and ex-vents of air that grazed his neck as Knock Out recharged.

He tried to detach himself from everything. Block it all out. It was the only thing he could think of to do.

It didn't work.
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