fic: The End Of It All
Title: The end of it all
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Series: TFP
Pairings/Characters:Optimus Prime/Knock Out
Words: 1066
Warnings: Dark, sparksex, character death, noncon
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Summary: After defeating the Autobots Knockout is back at his base bothered by an unlikely Prisoner he had brought to the medbay himself.
Authors Notes: Unbetaed. (If someone wants to get through this I'd be more than happy) It was one of the June challenge responses... finished it only recently. Enjoy
Knock Out watched the prone form on the monitors. The body tied to medical berth. He shouldn’t have him here, shouldn’t have allowed himself to drag the dying mech into Decepticon’s base.
Yet, he did.
With conscious effort he tried to find something other to watch but his thoughts kept circling back to his prisoner. Prisoner that not even Megatron was aware of.
Knock Out Snarled and slammed his fist into control console denting the metal visibly. He should stay calm but he couldn’t.
He rose from his seat and strolled to the corridor; once there he transformed and sped to his med-bay cloud of dust raising from Nemesis’ floor.
He stopped in front of the door hesitating. He had no idea what to say what to do, why was he even here.
After calming cycle of air he codded the door open and stepped inside. The blue optics cycled online and looked at him coldly.
Knock Out tried to ignore it nonchalantly and pretended to check monitors, his back to the berth.
“Why did you save me?” The deep thrilling voice asked and Knock Out Shivered in fear.
“Why shouldn’t I?” The decepticon kept himself from looking into blue optics, knowing that all his fragile calm he tried to maintain would shatter. The clanking of chains made him flinch.
“You didn’t hesitate to kill the children off; Why would you care for an enemy leader?”
Knock Out swore inside, his fists balling into fists.
“Maybe Megatron ordered me to keep you alive till he can take care of you himself?”
His only response was silence
“Maybe I’m trying to repent for my sins.” He let the note of sarcasm into his voice. He closed his optics and steeling his nerves, turned around opening them exactly in front of the Autobot’s one. “And maybe I want you for myself,” He purred threateningly, one of his claws extending and sliding down Optimus cheek. But there was no hint of fear in the hard blue stare.
Knock Out felt the fear evaporating slowly out of him, Optimus could not hurt him. He was chained and held, weak with sedatives and self repair prioritised to the max by medical overrides. And still barely alive.
Knock Out was safe and as that realization slowly enveloped his processor he could feel the beginnings of desire building in his circuits.
He had Optimus for himself, he could use him however he wanted.
“Do you know, Optimus that you are the most desirable mech on this planet?” He slid the clawed finger from the cheek to the dark mechanisms of Optimus’ form tweaking them but getting no reaction from the Autobot. “I can apreciate it, the beauty of your form.”
Optimus kept his features calm and impassive. No matter what Knock Out did.
The Decepticon had his claws deep in the sensitive circuitry digging and caressing, pulling and tweaking, yet Optimus still stared into the ceiling ignoring the red decepticon, making Knock Out boil with rage.
“Fight me, slaggit!” He hit Optimus’ face making it roll to the side, cheek dented with shape of his hand.
Optimus looked back at him. “ I AM fighting you.”
“You aren’t! You are lying here, not reacting! I could rape you and you’d say nothing, do nothing... how can you be so... COLD!”
“You can’t do anything more painful that what ‘Cons already did.” Knock Out laughed.
“You so sure?”
Knock Out snarled and sneered. He moved his claws just a tiny inch where they were between the inner circuitry and tugged.
Optimus arched off the berth with digital cry of pain, his optics shorting in agony. But it was still only instinctual reaction, no conscious effort.
"React, damnit!" Knock Out pulled his hands off, sparking circuits coming free.
He slashed Optimus' armor with his claws, the autobot not even flinching at what, for sure registered as agony.
With one last effort he dug his fingers between Optimus' chest plates and tried to force them open, but they opened under his hands without resistance. The silver and blue spark spun enticingly, blue optics bore into his in challenge.
With a snarl of rage he opened his own chest plates and mashed their sparks together.
Pleasure pain of forced joining erupted in his circuits blinding him, washing over his body with feeling of Optimus' consciousness.
Knock out barely noticed the crunch of metal being broken. Suddenly two strong arms encircled him and pulled him close holding him, not letting go.
"Stop" Knock Out tried weakly but the sparks pulsed harder as Optimus pulled him closer still.
Strong hands dug into his back and through the haze of pleasure that rippled through him he felt his back ports being crushed.
"Stop!" He writhed, panic nibbling on his processor. Prime was never helpless. He wanted him to think that.
Knock Out trashed when he felt presence in his spark chamber, something coiling around his tiny star pushing deeper.
Realization hit him when the spark cable dug into his port and Knock Out screamed.
Sudden pull of energy ripping through his reserves like a blade.
He scrambled mentally putting firewalls up and digging mental fingers into the drain, trying to stop it. One blockade after another failed, errors popping out on his HUD.
"I will fight you to the end, ‘Con." Optimus ground against him, all charge going to his spark accumulating, making the orb grow and glow through the gaps of their armors.
The tiny sun heated up, until the point it burned, melting metal. Knock Out screamed as their chassis melt together.
"Stop, please, stop..." he suddenly sobbed, helpless against the impending death.
Optimus let his hands fall down Knock Out uselessly trying to pull free and failing. energy draining out, but not fight.
He didn't want to die, not yet, not now, not like that.
"Why, Prime; why?"
"You have killed those I cared about. I'm the only thing that can stop Decepticons for destroying this planet. If I am to die I can very well take you with me. Till all are one.”
World exploded in fire and pain his processor all too acutely feeling his body being ripped apart by the force of Spark explosion.
Yet, in split second it all happened he felt his Spark embraced by warmth and love before his consciousness burst with infinite white.
A perfect end of it all.
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Series: TFP
Pairings/Characters:Optimus Prime/Knock Out
Words: 1066
Warnings: Dark, sparksex, character death, noncon
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Summary: After defeating the Autobots Knockout is back at his base bothered by an unlikely Prisoner he had brought to the medbay himself.
Authors Notes: Unbetaed. (If someone wants to get through this I'd be more than happy) It was one of the June challenge responses... finished it only recently. Enjoy
Knock Out watched the prone form on the monitors. The body tied to medical berth. He shouldn’t have him here, shouldn’t have allowed himself to drag the dying mech into Decepticon’s base.
Yet, he did.
With conscious effort he tried to find something other to watch but his thoughts kept circling back to his prisoner. Prisoner that not even Megatron was aware of.
Knock Out Snarled and slammed his fist into control console denting the metal visibly. He should stay calm but he couldn’t.
He rose from his seat and strolled to the corridor; once there he transformed and sped to his med-bay cloud of dust raising from Nemesis’ floor.
He stopped in front of the door hesitating. He had no idea what to say what to do, why was he even here.
After calming cycle of air he codded the door open and stepped inside. The blue optics cycled online and looked at him coldly.
Knock Out tried to ignore it nonchalantly and pretended to check monitors, his back to the berth.
“Why did you save me?” The deep thrilling voice asked and Knock Out Shivered in fear.
“Why shouldn’t I?” The decepticon kept himself from looking into blue optics, knowing that all his fragile calm he tried to maintain would shatter. The clanking of chains made him flinch.
“You didn’t hesitate to kill the children off; Why would you care for an enemy leader?”
Knock Out swore inside, his fists balling into fists.
“Maybe Megatron ordered me to keep you alive till he can take care of you himself?”
His only response was silence
“Maybe I’m trying to repent for my sins.” He let the note of sarcasm into his voice. He closed his optics and steeling his nerves, turned around opening them exactly in front of the Autobot’s one. “And maybe I want you for myself,” He purred threateningly, one of his claws extending and sliding down Optimus cheek. But there was no hint of fear in the hard blue stare.
Knock Out felt the fear evaporating slowly out of him, Optimus could not hurt him. He was chained and held, weak with sedatives and self repair prioritised to the max by medical overrides. And still barely alive.
Knock Out was safe and as that realization slowly enveloped his processor he could feel the beginnings of desire building in his circuits.
He had Optimus for himself, he could use him however he wanted.
“Do you know, Optimus that you are the most desirable mech on this planet?” He slid the clawed finger from the cheek to the dark mechanisms of Optimus’ form tweaking them but getting no reaction from the Autobot. “I can apreciate it, the beauty of your form.”
Optimus kept his features calm and impassive. No matter what Knock Out did.
The Decepticon had his claws deep in the sensitive circuitry digging and caressing, pulling and tweaking, yet Optimus still stared into the ceiling ignoring the red decepticon, making Knock Out boil with rage.
“Fight me, slaggit!” He hit Optimus’ face making it roll to the side, cheek dented with shape of his hand.
Optimus looked back at him. “ I AM fighting you.”
“You aren’t! You are lying here, not reacting! I could rape you and you’d say nothing, do nothing... how can you be so... COLD!”
“You can’t do anything more painful that what ‘Cons already did.” Knock Out laughed.
“You so sure?”
Knock Out snarled and sneered. He moved his claws just a tiny inch where they were between the inner circuitry and tugged.
Optimus arched off the berth with digital cry of pain, his optics shorting in agony. But it was still only instinctual reaction, no conscious effort.
"React, damnit!" Knock Out pulled his hands off, sparking circuits coming free.
He slashed Optimus' armor with his claws, the autobot not even flinching at what, for sure registered as agony.
With one last effort he dug his fingers between Optimus' chest plates and tried to force them open, but they opened under his hands without resistance. The silver and blue spark spun enticingly, blue optics bore into his in challenge.
With a snarl of rage he opened his own chest plates and mashed their sparks together.
Pleasure pain of forced joining erupted in his circuits blinding him, washing over his body with feeling of Optimus' consciousness.
Knock out barely noticed the crunch of metal being broken. Suddenly two strong arms encircled him and pulled him close holding him, not letting go.
"Stop" Knock Out tried weakly but the sparks pulsed harder as Optimus pulled him closer still.
Strong hands dug into his back and through the haze of pleasure that rippled through him he felt his back ports being crushed.
"Stop!" He writhed, panic nibbling on his processor. Prime was never helpless. He wanted him to think that.
Knock Out trashed when he felt presence in his spark chamber, something coiling around his tiny star pushing deeper.
Realization hit him when the spark cable dug into his port and Knock Out screamed.
Sudden pull of energy ripping through his reserves like a blade.
He scrambled mentally putting firewalls up and digging mental fingers into the drain, trying to stop it. One blockade after another failed, errors popping out on his HUD.
"I will fight you to the end, ‘Con." Optimus ground against him, all charge going to his spark accumulating, making the orb grow and glow through the gaps of their armors.
The tiny sun heated up, until the point it burned, melting metal. Knock Out screamed as their chassis melt together.
"Stop, please, stop..." he suddenly sobbed, helpless against the impending death.
Optimus let his hands fall down Knock Out uselessly trying to pull free and failing. energy draining out, but not fight.
He didn't want to die, not yet, not now, not like that.
"Why, Prime; why?"
"You have killed those I cared about. I'm the only thing that can stop Decepticons for destroying this planet. If I am to die I can very well take you with me. Till all are one.”
World exploded in fire and pain his processor all too acutely feeling his body being ripped apart by the force of Spark explosion.
Yet, in split second it all happened he felt his Spark embraced by warmth and love before his consciousness burst with infinite white.
A perfect end of it all.