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The halls of the Nemesis were dark.
Spooky and lonely as all Decepticon ships were.
But..
There was a soft noise of clanging metal foot steps down the halls that could be heard.
Most importantly, it was the tired footsteps of the ex-wrecker,
Breakdown.
Breakdown strutted the halls with long, tired, steps. his back curved forward into a hunch from exhaustion.
His optics were half lid, paired with a set of eye bags under them, searching for his berth so he could finally recharge.
Especially now that Knock Out had gifted him some human berth equipment, now having a soft mattress instead of that slagging metal slab, decorated with some soft, fluffy, pillows.
His body tinged with anticipation just thinking about falling into sweet recharge on those soft sheets.
After a few more steps, Breakdown finally reached his quarters, lazily typing in the code to enter his room.
Finally after messing up two times he finally opened the door.
The sliding doors hissed opened, exposing a pitch black room with red optics staring back at him.
"Oh Breakdown, finally made it to the surface I see. How was it in hell, with the devil named Starscream."
Spoke the red race car, his voice smooth as ever as he continued to read on his data-pad.
"The usual, getting stabbed by energon prods in the aft."
Joked the blue car, yawning before clumsily stumbling onto his berth next to Knock Out.
Breakdown nuzzled into the soft pillows, resting his stomach against the berth. finally closing his eyes and letting out a deep, tired, sigh.
"woah, seems like you got knocked out."
Knock Out joked back, chuckling to himself as he looked over at his bigger friend.
Knock Out noticed how tired and withered his dear Breakdown was,
poor thing, most've went through so much, and with Starscream there- oh primus!
Thought the medic, feeling bad for the ex-wrecker.
"Hey, breakdown."
"Yes..?"
"Do you want a massage? seems like you really need it."
Breakdown stood quiet for moment before responding.
"Well.. Doctor does know best, right?"
Breakdown said with a small chuckle before lifting himself to look at Knock Out.
"Of course I do, now get back down."
Knock Out said with a smile as he pushed down the big brute back onto his stomach.
"Oh, ok.."
Says Breakdown, laying his head on the pillow as he felt the medic climb onto him.
Knock Out sat himself on Breakdown's aft, Straddling the ex-wrecker's hips, making himself real nice and comfortable.
Breakdown slightly blushed at how Knock Out was sitting on him.
Anyway, Knock Out's servos slowly made their way down to Breakdown's back, slowly and gently massaging the stressed and tight plating.
The brute let out a hazy sigh, relaxing right in to the touch.
"O-oh yeah.. that's it."
Breakdown said with a wobbly smile.
Breakdowns hands slowly find the sheets of the berth and grabbing them tightly.
Knock Out grinned at Breakdown's words, slowly starting to add more pressure,
increasing Breakdown's pleasure.
"Oh yeah? you like that Big Boy?"
Asked the medic, leaning in real close to Breakdown's audio receptors.
"Mhm.."
Breakdown mumbled back.
Closing his eyes and enjoying the massage.
"Heh, I thought so."
Responded the medic.
Being slow and gentle.
His hands caressing the brutes sides.
He wanted to so badly leave kisses along that perfect back, lick up his sides and swallow his sweet sweat and drenching in his smell.
Oh what Knock Out would do to have that happen- he would pay millions.
Too bad Breakdown was just his friend, his bodyguard, his dear panther in crime as the humans would put it.
But Knock Out would pretend, he would pretend that his dear brute was truly his, and to say, a lot of mechs thought that too.
And even when Breakdown would insist that him and Knock Out weren't a thing,
Nobody quite believed him.
and Knock Out..
Knock Out was glad nobody did.
Because that meant he had Breakdown all to himself.
"Ah.. Knock Out.. Be gentle."
Murmured Breakdown,
taking Knock Out out of his day dreaming.
"Mh? Oh, sorry my dear."
Knock Out said quickly.
He hadn't realized but as he zoned out, he began to add more and more pressure onto Breakdowns back.
soon making it uncomfortable for the bigger bot.
Knock Out relaxed his hands, going back to gentle pace.
"My truest apologies my brute, forgot how delicate you."
Knock Out said, mocking the ex-wrecker.
Breakdown let out a annoyed grunt.
After a few more moments of massaging Breakdown's back,
the doctor finally stopped.
Just letting his hands rest on his back.
"How are we doing Big Boy?"
".. Better, to say."
"Mhm, That's good; would you like more?"
Then suddenly medic's hands passed Breakdown's valve panel.
"Just say the word and I could get you knocked out from..
Pleasure~"
Spoke the medic,
his fingers slowly making circles on the seams of Breakdowns panels, making sure to be careful and gentle.
But Knock Out made sure to not demand entry to Breakdowns panels, of course not! He wanted Breakdown to want this, which meant Breakdown had to consent first.
So his hand stayed, making small circles that Breakdown could easily push away- but the brute never did, he instead opened his legs more, and let out a weak, low, huffy sigh.
Breakdown melted into the berth, enjoying how Knock Out's fingers played with his seams, keeping him on edge.
"You already know the answer Doc.."
Breakdown said with withered voice, trying hard not to seem to desperate.
One thing I forgot to mention,
even though Breakdown and Knockout are 'friends' that didn't mean they wouldn't sometimes act on there lustful urges onto each other.
They were, friends with benefits, to say.
When one of them really needed a nice long overload, all they had to do is call one another and their wild fantasies' would come true.
But still, Knock Out had to be careful, even though him and big man were interfacing that didn't mean he could just yell 'I love you' or 'I want to spark you' at the top of his intake-
No.
He had to be careful.
He couldn't scare away his dear Breakdown like that.
Suddenly, Breakdown Panels opened, exposing a half pressurized spike pressed right up against the bed, and a wet valve dripping.
Perfect for Knock Out to just eat right up.
The medic's hand slowly approached the valve, his finger slowly tip-toeing around the anterior node.
slight poking it, nudging it softly.
Ignoring the hardening spike.
"Knock Out.."
Breakdown said.
His voice was pleading.
Pleading for Knock Out to get on with it.
"Shh, patience my dear.."
Spoke Knock Out,
slowly making himself down to the winking valve, watching as it fluttered to be filled.
He then shoved two fingers inside,
making poor Breakdown sob.
"Knock Out!"
Breakdown yelled,
trying to quickly turn around to look at the red car, but his face was quickly shoved back into the pillow.
"Ah, ah, ah- stay down Big Boy."
Said the Red car,
using his other hand to keep Breakdown down against the pillow.
Breakdown made a quiet noise before settling backdown,
grumbling to himself.
"Quit the attitude, it doesn't fit you."
Knock Out said with a huff,
slowly curling his fingers in Breakdown to hit that cluster of nodes.
Going nice and slow, making Breakdown even more desperate by the second.
"Knock Out.. Dont make me beg, will ya?.. "
Asked the brute,
His voice soft against the pillow.
"I'll try not to~"
Said the doctor.
Slowly beginning to speed up, watching as those soft walls clenched around his fingers;
trying hard to milk them for something- anything.
Knock Out slowly entered another finger into Breakdown's hole,
curling them over and over again.
Smiling to himself as he heard the ex-wrecker cry out pitiful and weak moans.
"Let it all out for me dearest!"
Knockout whispered excitedly into the bigger bots audio receptors,
speeding up even more. He knew breakdown was close from the way those walls fluttered around his fingers, from the way Breakdown's legs twitched every time he curved his fingers, from the way Breakdown's spike would squirt little bits of transfluid every time he gasped or whimpered.
Knock Out knew his Big Boy was close,
so he gave one more thrust of his fingers and the brute finally overloaded.
He watched as Breakdown's back arched, his legs trembling as that giant spike sprayed transfluid all over the sheets.
Breakdown moaned loudly into the pillow, trying to keep quiet.
Knock Out smiled, pleased with himself.
"Good job, Big boy~ did you enjoy your massage?"
Knock Out asked.
Laying himself next to Breakdown,
softly stroking that warm face of his brute.
-Wanting so badly to kiss him-
"Yea-yeah.."
Breakdown struggled to get a response out.
His body still ringing with pleasure from the overload.
"Good! Now, how do you feel about a nice, warm shower?"
Asked the doctor with a bright smile.
"Yes please.."
Breakdown said as he smiled back with a hazy smile and half lid optics.