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Vanity Thy Name Is...	By : Gimmechan Category: Transformers > Transformers: Prime Views: 2298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Vanity Thy Name Is...
- 1
Breakdown inspected himself carefully in the mirror. Tilting his body, looking at himself from all possible angles. Having just spent a little over two hours polishing his armor, he wanted to make sure every angle and plane had been touched and now held a glossy gleam, even in the dim lighting.
That was important.
After one last check Breakdown smirked to himself, satisfied. He was not vain. This intense of a polish was not for him. The polish, in itself, was a lure. When the lure was applied just right, it made him bait. When bait stepped in front of the target and enticed, he became not prey but prize winner.
He walked carefully back to their shared quarters, mindful of everything around him that could scuff the newly laid polish. It was a small taste of Knock Out's usual mind set. Not something he was willing to do everyday.
Breakdown ignored the looks he got. The others opinions or interest in him didn’t matter. There was only one mech's opinion and interest that mattered. He palmed open their door and stepped in, hitting the locks once the door closed.
Sitting on his own berth, back facing him, Knock Out had a leg drawn up as he worked on polishing the already gleaming red plating. Breakdown gave himself a moment, just to let his optics travel over and trace the curves of Knock Out's frame once again.
Beautiful.
He walked quietly over to stand by the red mech's berth, speaking in a nonchalant voice.
“I don’t know why you keep polishing, it won’t make a difference."
A pause then Knock Out started to turn but Breakdown leaned over him, large hands coming to rest on either side of the medic, arms and chest plate bumping carefully against Knock Out's back preventing him from turning around. Breakdown tilted his head, lips brushing against Knock Out's audio, his voice dropping to a husky, sensuous tone.
“You can’t improve on perfection.”
Knock Out tilted his helm to look at his partner, lips curling into a pleased grin as he curled back against Breakdown's chest plate giving a deep thoughtful hum. “But one can try."
Knock Out reached up to curl an arm around Breakdown's shoulder but Breakdown pushed away from the touch, away from the berth.
“Why try? You can out do them all with the slightest effort.”
Knock Out turned to Breakdown, optics blazed then dimmed lustfully when they took in the shiny, gleaming surface of his armor as he walked slowly, show fully, to his own berth. The polishing cloth was quickly forgotten as Knock Out stood, slowly stalking after Breakdown, optics unable to leave the glossy surface of blue plating.
“You hold me in such high comparison, Breakdown?”
Sitting down on his berth, Breakdown turned calm yellow optics to meet hooded lust filled ones. “No need for comparison. Who can compare to you?”
Knock Out preened at the words, moving closer as Breakdown shifted back, swinging his legs up, stretching out on his berth, propping himself up on his elbow joints. Knock Out came to stand by the edge of the berth. “Who can compare to me?”
He reaching out to run sharp fingers gently, teasingly along Breakdown's leg plating, tracing seams. Breakdown tilted his helm back a touch, smiling at the teasing sensations, his sensor net flaring to life. “None.”

The medic purred as he smoothed a hand along one silvery grey thigh, staring at the sheen before suddenly stepping up on the berth. Yellow optics flared at the movement, watching a graceful leg swing over. Knock Out stood over him, one foot on either side of Breakdown's thighs and caressed a hand down his own chest plates, trailing along abdominal plating.
“None?”
Looking up at the tantalizing mech, optics roaming the swoops of plating, angles and planes that all but begged to be touched, Breakdown shook his head. “None. You are graceful, a symphony of fluid movements.”
Knock Out's engine revved and he sank slowly down to his knees, hands coming to rest on the span of Breakdown's abdomen as he straddled the larger mechs hips.
“Once seen, no one can look away from you." Breakdown murmured, leaning back some to let eager hands ran over his abdominal plating, up to his blue chest plate then down again, all the while Knock Out stared ravenously at his own reflection in the highly polished armor.
“Yes...”
Breakdown's intakes hitched just watching him. “You're beautiful. Simply and truly...”
Hands caressed up till Knock Out was leaning over him, pressing against Breakdown, staring into the blue chest plate, entranced by his own reflection. “...Perfect.”
Optics dimmed and his helm dipped as Knock Out nuzzling the blue chest plate and his reflection at the same time. Groaning as he turned his head to kiss the reflection of his own lips. Shivering, Breakdown eased back to lay flat on the berth, optics dimming as he simply enjoyed the delicious sensations of Knock Out moving against him, kissing his chest plate, hands exploring him.
Knock Out kissed, licked, and nibbled his way slowly up the chest plate till he neared his partners familiar face, surging up to claim that complimenting mouth. The kiss deep, rewarding.
Breakdown raised his hands to carefully slide them along that slender waist when Knock Out jerked back, tearing Breakdown's hands from him with force, shoving them away. “No. No touching. Not yet.”
With a quiet groan Breakdown slid his hands to the sides of the berth and gripped hard, cooling fans kicking on as he shifted restlessly beneath Knock Out, the medic having gone back to kissing and licking along sliver abdominal plating. Moaning deeply as he nuzzled and stroked the heated glossy body the bore his reflection. One hand gliding down to playfully trace and tease the outline of Breakdown's interface panel.
Hands gripped the edge of the berth so hard they were bound to leave dents, Breakdown moaned as his hips thrust into the teasing touch. Knock Out let out a deep silky chuckle as he raised darkened, aroused optics to Breakdown's face. Skilled fingers found the manual release and slid the panel aside, sliding a palm along the spike as it extended.
Breakdown panted, feet sliding against the berth. “Ooooh, Kn-Knock O-out…frag…”
Knock Out grinned, everything teasing, as he gripped Breakdown's spike, watching as his partner's back arched off the berth. He squeezed and stroked, spreading lubricant, driving the larger mech nearly wild. Knock Out released the spike and raised up on his knees, looking down at Breakdown, keeping optic contact as he licked lubricant from a finger.

A whimper slipped out as Breakdown watched that clever glossa lick away the lubricant, then followed those fingers as they journeyed down the tempting curves of that gorgeous red chassis, then lower still till slim fingers traced over the interface panel. Slowly sliding the panel open, fingers dipping in to stroke and tease the already glistening valve.
“Knock Out…Uhg!” Breakdown gasped, head thrown back to rest against the berth as Knock Out's hand curled around his spike once more, guiding his hips down over it. Easing the spike into his valve. Cooling fans whirling on, a low moan releasing from Knock Out's throat as the spike slowly penetrated him, stretching him, deliciously.
Breakdown looked down his body, watching them join. He moved his knee joints up, giving Knock Out something to lean back against, to grip. Lithe red hips bucked as he moved slowly down Breakdown's spike, leaning back on the proffered knees, head falling back with a moan as his optics shuttered.
Yellow optics blazed at the sight and Breakdown quickly seized the opportunity. He released his hold on the berth and moved to quickly grip those wonderfully slim hips. Knock Out's head snapped up, optics locked with Breakdown's as he gripped the larger mechs wrists, stopping all movement. Breakdown groaned. “Please...let me touch...”, a large thumb caressed over the hip plating, entreatingly.
Knock Out relaxed then relented. “You scratch or dent me and we’re done. And you’ll be finding another room to sleep in for the night.”
Breakdown nodded, readjusting his grip to ensure he caused no damage. Last thing he wanted was for Knock Out to stop and kick him out. Keeping his grip gentle, Breakdown moved, holding Knock Out in place as he slowly thrust up, moving carefully, setting a rhythm. Knock Out gasped and leaned forward, his shaky arms barely keeping him upright.
It wasn’t long before his arms gave out, landing him against the broad chest plate with a moan, panting, arms moving to curl around Breakdown's broad sides. Shifting under him, Breakdown brought their hips together, seating himself deep in the valve as he slid his hands up the smaller curvy body, lifting him up off his chest. “Sit up. Sit back.”
Knock Out groaned and leaned back against Breakdown's thighs and bent knees. Breakdown watched, optics hooded. He licked his lips as he looked over Knock Out, large hands caressed down slender thighs then up again to trace the curve of those tantalizing hips. “Beautiful perfection.”
He grinned at the way Knock Out arched back, displaying himself against his legs. His hands gripped the red hips once more as he thrust, hard and deep, again and again. Knock Out gasped, one hand gripping one of Breakdown's thighs, the other gripped his wrist. Slender hips rolled to meet each thrust, building the charge, grinding against each other, each pushing the other closer to overload.
Cresting that pinnacle, Knock Out arched back, sharp fingers digging into plating, leaving scratches as overload sparked through him. His valve gripped the spike as Breakdown thrust once more, pushing him over the edge, release coursing through him, transfluid spilling into the valve.
A heavy, limp weight fell back against his knee joints, hot, panting. Breakdown heaved a few vents then sat up some, looking at Knock Out as he lay against his legs. Reaching out, he gently slid an arm behind the exhausted mech, still joined, carefully pulling Knock Out forward to rest against his chest plate before sinking down to lay flat against the berth once more.
Breakdown carefully wrapped a loose arm around that small waist on top of him, his helm resting against the berth as he shuttered his optics, exhausted, sated.
The medic stretched out against him, arms coming to rest against his chest plate and shoulders. Knock Out gave a contented, satisfied hum before smiling and nuzzling his partner.
“You're welcome.”
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