TFP-Playmech K.O. Chapter 1-Happy Anniversary
Pairing: Knock Out/Breakdown
WARNINGS: robot sex, homosexuality, erotic, yaoi, graphic
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Knock Out ran a digit along his flawless cheek plate, examining the latest paint job and perfectly sculpted face plating in the polished mirror.
"You're spending far longer than usually on your polish." Airachnid laughed, "You messed up didn't you?"
"Not a chance." He turned, viewing the curves of his chassis, "Today is special. It's mine and Breakdown's first time anniversary."
"Oh please, you really think Breakdown remembers?" She scoffed, sliding back the lid of one of the black boxes on the table.
Knock Out faced the mirror, putting his servos behind his helm, posing sensually, "He should. It's also the day we had our first fight, our first break up, the day I became a Playmech
"You have Mechalious? I haven't seen those in eons." Airachnid arched an eye plate holding up a wide silver band with squares cut down its center.
"Please, I only wear the finest robotic lingerie." He leaned towards the mirror, running a digit along his optic port line, "That's Primotos."
Airachnid gasped, "Those are ridiculously expensive!" She looked back at table full of boxes, "And you have so many."
Knock Out glanced at his reflection one last time before strutting over to stand beside Airachnid.
"Clearly you've never seen an upper 'bot's wardrobe."
"I was upper class too." She tossed the strap back in the box. "And most 'bot's don't spend all their money on lingerie. You're vanity surprises me sometimes."
"I was a Playmech model, why wouldn't I?" He opened another box, pulling out an intricately woven cuff. "I don't know which one to wear though
"Well, which ones does Breakdown like?" She held an engraved band to her thigh.
actually hasn't seen any of these yet."
"You have more?!"
Knock Out shrugged, "I do, but he hasn't seen me in any. In the past we were either fighting, not together, or I was strut deep in my research and didn't have time to prepare."
"So where are you guys going to go then? Earth's surface, the moon," she grinned, "the energon storage room?"
"Primus I'm not as primitive as you! It'll be my stasis berth."
Airachnid's jaw dropped, "You're going to do it on the Nemesis?! But Megatron said if he found you guys doing it again he would
"Megatron's out playing with Unicron and his fate
"But you're loud when Breakdown's pounding you! Won't Soundwave hear?"
"No worries," He picked up a small maroon ball with a black strap, "That's what this is for."
She stood there a moment more before sighing, "Well I guess we should figure out what you're going to wear. Breakdown will be back soon."
Breakdown clomped into the room, mildly annoyed at the vehicons' impudence. He huffed, "And I thought I had a small processor
"Bad monitor shift?" Knock Out inquired, leaning on an arm, posing in the archway to their stasis berth.
"You're lucky you don't have to work with them." Breakdown stomped past Knock Out without a glance, dropping his massive frame down on the edge of the berth. Knock Out strutted toward him, placing a servo against the blue mech's chest plate, and pushing lightly. "Forget about it, it's just you and me right now."
He straddled Breakdown, running a servo down his leg and leaning forward, his aft in the air. "And we have all night." His mouth port was a microfiber from Breakdown's which opened, waiting. Knock Out pulled back with a smirk, "I got a few things for tonight." He got up, striding sensually toward the table, retrieving a purple box and returning to Breakdown's lap.
wearing lingerie?" Breakdown asked, running a servo along Knock out's leg, touching the twin silver bands on the red mech's thigh.
"Why wouldn't I? Today's special." He bent forward, running his glossa along Breakdown's jaw, leaving a wet trail of oral lubricant behind. The larger mech's engine stirred, rumbling in his chest.
"What's in the box?"
"A few things I thought might be useful tonight since Megatron's out." Knock Out ran his servo down Breakdown's chest plating, tracing the little scars near invisible to any 'bot who wasn't medically commissioned. Breakdown couldn't take his optics from the opaque rectangle, his curiosity out weighing his desire to intertwine with the red mech. Knock Out sighed deeply.
"You're such a simple-con." He shifted his weight, opening the box so Breakdown could see inside. Why do I even bother sometimes? He rolled his optics as the larger mech pawed through the box like a protoform.
"You have a lot of stuff in here
what's the occasion?"
Knock Out drew back, startled, "You-you seriously don't remember? After all this time, you still don't remember?" His spark felt crushed but was quickly replaced with a surge of rage.
" Breakdown froze, unable to answer. Knock Out folded his arms, a murderous look coming to his face plates.
Oh slag! Breakdown's processor whirled. Think, think, think! Is it his construction day? No. Wait, is it my construction day? He shook his head, What was it?!
"Uh, I'm sorry Knock Out
Vehicons distracted me that's all." He wrapped his arms around the red mech. Think! What could it be? Wait? Is it one of those? Breakdown grinned, his optics lighting up, "Happy anniversary!"
"Lucky guess," Knock Out tapped his claws on his arm plating, a cobra ready to strike.
"No! Of course I knew
just was a little distracted. How could I forget
this important?" Breakdown's processor searched frantically, unable to recall what Knock Out was talking about. He kissed the other's helm, "You mean everything to me."