Scratches in Vain
Fandom: Transformers
Pairing: Starscream/Knockout
Rating: X
Summary: Starscream and Knockout determine who exactly is the better looking one in the relationship.
Knockout examined himself in the very reflective surface of his partner’s silver chassis. He looked as amazing as ever. Freshly overloaded with a little gloss of energon run-off of his silver faceplates. He ran a talon-tip delicately through the runoff, and sucked it off. “Mhm, Starscream, I must say that I’ve come out looking the better in this situation.”
The air commander looked up at the shiny red bot, who he realized was preening himself in the reflection of Starscream’s plating. “Knockout, what are you doing?” he demanded, shifting away. The other bot’s red optics shifted focus to look at Starscream’s face.
“Oh, are you jealous that I’m not telling you how pretty you look?” Knockout asked, shifting farther up on top of Starscream’s chassis to look down at him properly.
Starscream frowned. “Jealous? Tch, I don’t have the programming to be jealous.”
This only made the red Decepticon laugh. “That’s your only programming.” Starscream tried to push Knockout off of him, but Knockout smirked, and rolled over on the berth, pulling the Air Commander on top of him. “Don’t you worry, Lord Starscream,” Knockout purred, stressing the title despite Starscream not having earned it. He tried once, and it landed him here in this spacious but slightly decrepit old base in the middle of nowhere on the dirt-ball of a planet called Earth, horribly broken and unable to transform. “I think you’re the most elegant mech on this planet, excluding myself.” At Starscream’s snarl, Knockout added “Perhaps as elegant as I am.”
“I am more so. There is no one beneath me... thus I have nothing to be jealous of.”
“Yes, yes, of course.” Knockout smirked up at the silver mech and trailed his talons down the edges of the plating on Starscream’s chassis and the sleek plating of his midsection. “You are gorgeous... and you’re mine.” He slipped a talon delicately between two plates and brushed it harshly over the wires inside Starscream, cutting into the rubber coating. Starscream jerked as a scrap of Error Code flashed over his readouts.
“You have it wrong... you’re mine, med-tech.” Starscream pulled Knockout’s hands away and pinned his hands down on the berth.
“Oh, I love it when you get all rough like this.” The seeker smirked, feeling his spark swell slightly in it’s casing. “Now tell me how gorgeous you think I am before I scratch your pretty paint job.”
Examining his partner Starscream took his time in replying. He had to admit that he did admire Knockout’s form. He wouldn’t put himself so low to be with a Decepticon, or any other mech for that matter, who wouldn’t be pleasing to his optics. “I suppose you are rather elegant, Knockout. You are mine, after all. I think, however, that you would look better scratched.”
“What?”
“You heard me, Knockout.” Starscream lifted one impossibly cruel talon and dragged it down the medtech’s arm, an audial-cracking sound coming from it as a single hair-thin curl of red paint Knockout made a similar screech as he struggled to get away from Starscream, whipping his now freed arm up to wrap talons around the cables that snaked out from under his faceplate and disappeared under the seeker’s chassis, squeezing them harshly.
“Fragger, what do you think you’re doing?!” Knockout snarled. Starscream didn’t react to the talons around his vital cables. He had the audacity to smirk down at Knockout, optic shutters narrowing.
Slowly retracting his talon from the red mech’s armour, Starscream examined his handiwork. “I was just making you more presentable. I can’t have something like you next to me without a little scratch of my own on you.”
“Haha, so you admit it...”
“Perhaps. More than that, Knockout... your ready lights are on. Were you so charged by my scratching your paint? What kind of mech are you?”
“One who likes to be on a pedestal. So why don’t you put me there,” Knockout replied, smirking. “Maybe you could even manage to hurt me a little, too. If you can...”
“Do not doubt me, Knockout.”
The Decepticon laughed in response. “Only when you deserve it.” Starscream snarled, knowing that Knockout was pressing his buttons. He tried to resist falling to the bait, but it was difficult, despite knowing exactly what it was, and what Knockout wanted. “Well?” Starscream felt his will crumbling. Knockout laughed.
“So eager to be overloaded again, slut?” Starscream reached down and scratched his talon over the still-exposed port of the medtech.
“Always, Starscream... from you, that is.” Knockout dragged his own talons down the entirety of Starscream’s chassis, leaving shallow gouges. He smirked up at him. “You pretty thing, you.”
Starscream snarled and thrust the nodes of his cable into the slots of Knockout’s, driving the connection home roughly. Knockout let his helm fall back against the berth, moaning in pleasure. Again, Starscream had to admire the smaller mech’s form beneath him as he flexed and arched, sinuous metal and gleaming plates. He felt the pulse of energy from Knockout, and let the feeling wash over him as well. Shuddering slightly, Starscream smirked and slid his talon around the smooth, slightly malleable opening of Knockout’s mouth.
Not quite submissively, Knockout ran his slick glossa over the talons, letting a shock of energy flow through the cables. His entire being was on display for Starscream’s pleasure; more aptly, for Starscream to admire as Knockout played with him and charged his cable teasingly. Both mechs were already over-sensitized, so it didn’t take long for the shocks and the pleasure of the energon slick cables to charge them to the point of overload. Starscream, on the receiving end of Knockout’s teasing, was the first to overload, and the other joined him only moments later with the echo of the energy transferring to him through the connection.
Both the medtech and the seeker slowly came back online. Knockout looked up at Starscream, the merest hint of a sadistic smile playing across his plating. “Want me to buff that you for you, Stars?”
Pairing: Starscream/Knockout
Rating: X
Summary: Starscream and Knockout determine who exactly is the better looking one in the relationship.
Knockout examined himself in the very reflective surface of his partner’s silver chassis. He looked as amazing as ever. Freshly overloaded with a little gloss of energon run-off of his silver faceplates. He ran a talon-tip delicately through the runoff, and sucked it off. “Mhm, Starscream, I must say that I’ve come out looking the better in this situation.”
The air commander looked up at the shiny red bot, who he realized was preening himself in the reflection of Starscream’s plating. “Knockout, what are you doing?” he demanded, shifting away. The other bot’s red optics shifted focus to look at Starscream’s face.
“Oh, are you jealous that I’m not telling you how pretty you look?” Knockout asked, shifting farther up on top of Starscream’s chassis to look down at him properly.
Starscream frowned. “Jealous? Tch, I don’t have the programming to be jealous.”
This only made the red Decepticon laugh. “That’s your only programming.” Starscream tried to push Knockout off of him, but Knockout smirked, and rolled over on the berth, pulling the Air Commander on top of him. “Don’t you worry, Lord Starscream,” Knockout purred, stressing the title despite Starscream not having earned it. He tried once, and it landed him here in this spacious but slightly decrepit old base in the middle of nowhere on the dirt-ball of a planet called Earth, horribly broken and unable to transform. “I think you’re the most elegant mech on this planet, excluding myself.” At Starscream’s snarl, Knockout added “Perhaps as elegant as I am.”
“I am more so. There is no one beneath me... thus I have nothing to be jealous of.”
“Yes, yes, of course.” Knockout smirked up at the silver mech and trailed his talons down the edges of the plating on Starscream’s chassis and the sleek plating of his midsection. “You are gorgeous... and you’re mine.” He slipped a talon delicately between two plates and brushed it harshly over the wires inside Starscream, cutting into the rubber coating. Starscream jerked as a scrap of Error Code flashed over his readouts.
“You have it wrong... you’re mine, med-tech.” Starscream pulled Knockout’s hands away and pinned his hands down on the berth.
“Oh, I love it when you get all rough like this.” The seeker smirked, feeling his spark swell slightly in it’s casing. “Now tell me how gorgeous you think I am before I scratch your pretty paint job.”
Examining his partner Starscream took his time in replying. He had to admit that he did admire Knockout’s form. He wouldn’t put himself so low to be with a Decepticon, or any other mech for that matter, who wouldn’t be pleasing to his optics. “I suppose you are rather elegant, Knockout. You are mine, after all. I think, however, that you would look better scratched.”
“What?”
“You heard me, Knockout.” Starscream lifted one impossibly cruel talon and dragged it down the medtech’s arm, an audial-cracking sound coming from it as a single hair-thin curl of red paint Knockout made a similar screech as he struggled to get away from Starscream, whipping his now freed arm up to wrap talons around the cables that snaked out from under his faceplate and disappeared under the seeker’s chassis, squeezing them harshly.
“Fragger, what do you think you’re doing?!” Knockout snarled. Starscream didn’t react to the talons around his vital cables. He had the audacity to smirk down at Knockout, optic shutters narrowing.
Slowly retracting his talon from the red mech’s armour, Starscream examined his handiwork. “I was just making you more presentable. I can’t have something like you next to me without a little scratch of my own on you.”
“Haha, so you admit it...”
“Perhaps. More than that, Knockout... your ready lights are on. Were you so charged by my scratching your paint? What kind of mech are you?”
“One who likes to be on a pedestal. So why don’t you put me there,” Knockout replied, smirking. “Maybe you could even manage to hurt me a little, too. If you can...”
“Do not doubt me, Knockout.”
The Decepticon laughed in response. “Only when you deserve it.” Starscream snarled, knowing that Knockout was pressing his buttons. He tried to resist falling to the bait, but it was difficult, despite knowing exactly what it was, and what Knockout wanted. “Well?” Starscream felt his will crumbling. Knockout laughed.
“So eager to be overloaded again, slut?” Starscream reached down and scratched his talon over the still-exposed port of the medtech.
“Always, Starscream... from you, that is.” Knockout dragged his own talons down the entirety of Starscream’s chassis, leaving shallow gouges. He smirked up at him. “You pretty thing, you.”
Starscream snarled and thrust the nodes of his cable into the slots of Knockout’s, driving the connection home roughly. Knockout let his helm fall back against the berth, moaning in pleasure. Again, Starscream had to admire the smaller mech’s form beneath him as he flexed and arched, sinuous metal and gleaming plates. He felt the pulse of energy from Knockout, and let the feeling wash over him as well. Shuddering slightly, Starscream smirked and slid his talon around the smooth, slightly malleable opening of Knockout’s mouth.
Not quite submissively, Knockout ran his slick glossa over the talons, letting a shock of energy flow through the cables. His entire being was on display for Starscream’s pleasure; more aptly, for Starscream to admire as Knockout played with him and charged his cable teasingly. Both mechs were already over-sensitized, so it didn’t take long for the shocks and the pleasure of the energon slick cables to charge them to the point of overload. Starscream, on the receiving end of Knockout’s teasing, was the first to overload, and the other joined him only moments later with the echo of the energy transferring to him through the connection.
Both the medtech and the seeker slowly came back online. Knockout looked up at Starscream, the merest hint of a sadistic smile playing across his plating. “Want me to buff that you for you, Stars?”