Author's Notes- Hi here is chapter three- it is uncensored.

This fic will contain mutilation, gang and one-on-one rape, consensual slash, mental deterioration, gore and major character death- though scenes will be censored on this site, I advise reader discretion before following the link on my profile to the full version.

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Warnings for this chapter- Sexual themes (brief masturbation), hinted violence and Transformer swearing.

Bold- Comm link.

Italics- Thoughts/memories/link speak.

Pairings- Starscream and Knock Out. Megatron and Starscream (non-con).

Disclaimer- I do not own Transformers or its characters.

Verse- Prime.

Units of Time: Astrosecond- 1 second, Klik- 1 minute, Cycle- 1 hour, Orn- 1 day, Decacycle- 1 week, Meta-cycle- 1 month, Solar cycle- 1 year, Vorn- 1 million years.

Unbetaed.

All mistakes are my own.

Hope you all enjoy it.

Chapter Three- Quiet

That evening, Knock Out found himself wandering the Nemesis hallways. It was something he had taken to doing shortly after Breakdown's deactivation as the medbay became suffocating in its silence. He'd leave his domain with no particular destination on his processor, following his pedes mindlessly down the quiet corridors.

His steps dragged as boredom and loneliness scratched at him, scraping at the insides of his energon lines. It was too quiet, his audios and processor roaring with something like white noise. He missed racing, missed companionship… Breakdown had known him deeply, could read him and his moods like a datapad; to suddenly lose that familiarity was a shock he had yet to recover from.

The drones, while Knock Out knew they had an intricate society of their own on the ship, never seemed to want to speak with him. It was rare in the encounters he had with them for even a single word to be exchanged. While that was how the medic liked it and the Eradicons did well to be afraid of him, the exchanges always felt lacking, leaving him longing for something… more.

The vain mech hoped Starscream could fill the hole, at least for one orn. He grimaced briefly at the thought of the Seeker and his injuries. Traditional interfacing would be completely out of the question, Knock Out would wager, but… there were other ways Cybertronians could give each other pleasure, ways that would be kinder to both their needs.

Starscream need not feel pressured or fear injury, and the medic would keep his paintjob spotless.

Knock Out paused at the sound of raised voices, backing up a couple of steps to slip behind a corner. A door slid open, Starscream flying out and slamming into the opposite wall, rolling down it to land on his side on the floor, wings crumpled and coughing violently. Knock Out stared at the vile purple, his tanks churning strangely (how odd, he thought briefly, the sight of energon from others never disgusted him unless it made contact with his plating), dripping from the Seeker's mouth as the SIC retched.

Megatron emerged moments later, walking past Starscream sneering, as if his second were a stain on the floor. Without a word he left, steps pounding on the metallic floor and creating an echo which lasted long after the Decepticon Lord had departed, thankfully in the direction leading away from the medic.

Starscream didn't rise, shuddering and pressing himself into the wall as if trying to sink into it, remembering the last time in a foolish attempt to block out this one, moments after Dreadwing's deactivation. It had been… willing almost, as Megatron had been nearly gentle, Starscream being eager to prove his loyalty and express his, at the time, genuine gratitude. But… now that he had all but initiated it once, Megatron seemed to expect it on a regular basis as it had been vorns ago now.

Knock Out, unknowing of what was passing through Starscream's mind, approached several paces then hovered. The Seeker's moods were always impossible to judge after his 'sessions' with Megatron, sometimes accepting help docilely as his processor pieced itself back together, more often lashing out at any and all who approached, taking out his humiliation and pain on them. But… if he left the SIC in the hallway without at least offering assistance, the flier was bound to find out somehow and any chance of seducing him would fade further away.

Taking tentative steps, not masking his presence, Knock Out reached Starscream's side and slowly crouched, careful not to scratch his paint on the harsh flooring, 'Commander Starscream?'

The SIC snapped out of his reverie and pulled sharply away from the medic, not quite concealing himself quick enough for Knock Out to miss the energon stains on the Seeker's legs and inner thighs. Rising quickly, Knock Out mirroring the movement, Starscream glared venomously at the doctor, ruby optics smouldering, before turning on his thrusters and striding off.

The medic idly noted Starscream's talons repeatedly clenching and unclenching as the Seeker rounded the corner, as he turned to head back to the medbay. Megatron was a cold mech, a Cybertronian who could occasionally be exceptionally cruel, especially to his second. However, even with Starscream, the Warlord always appeared to have a reason, however flimsy, for his actions. After all, as many Eradicons murmured in the shadows, it wasn't as if Starscream didn't ask for the blows he received.

At least in public.

Or so Knock Out had thought before the Seeker had gone rogue and he, as the easiest target above the drones, became the subject of Megatron's ire when it flared. The relief he felt bordered on sadism on the rare occasions the tyrant's anger or disappointment had been directed at someone else. Seeing Hardshell squirm, knowing it would normally be himself in the Insecticon's place, had made his spark flutter. Dreadwing, towards the end, spent quite a bit of time in the medic's company. Bent wings, minor and severe dents across his majestic frame, broken panelling… the list went on. There had been, Knock Out believed, some camaraderie, a sense of kinship developing between them, despite the circumstances of Breakdown's death and the medic's dubious loyalty to their Lord.

The large Seeker's loss had been… unfortunate.

However, thinking of his dear assistant brought a cruel smirk to Knock Out's faceplates. Surely Starscream would wish to hear about the destruction of the parasite who had attempted to permanently mutilate him? It was a good story; truly it was, without any exaggeration required. Satisfying and darkly pleasurable, it would draw Starscream in like a honey bee to a rose.

Knock Out's steps briefly lightened as his mood improved but his processor quickly recalled his initial train of thought…

Maybe Megatron was even more monstrous than Knock Out had perceived him to be. There had to be a reason mech's production levels faltered and crashed when in close proximity to their Master- after all Starscream was reasonably competent when the tyrant wasn't around, and before Dreadwing came to Earth he was efficiently killing Wreckers across the galaxy- and the medic believed he knew it.

Treacherous as Starscream had been in the past, no mech deserved what he had been through if the doctor's suspicions were correct.

Crossing the threshold of his medbay, the thoughts flowing through his processor drowning out the silence, Knock Out crossed the sterilised floors to get to the entrance of his adjoining private quarters, clambering into his berth without preamble. Once he was comfortable and the cool soft metal of his covers had warmed to a pleasant degree, he continued to plan a way to get Starscream to be his. These somewhat logical thoughts quickly deteriorated into fantasy, however, and his engines purred as his servos played with his own frame, exploring knowingly and building up a charge to temporarily sate his desires.

Gasping and whining quietly in the privacy of his berthroom, Knock Out played with sensitive seams and wiring that he bore to himself. Trembling on the purple coverlet, the medic bit at his lower lip component as his ventilations became more laboured, mouth opening in silent and barely audible cries of rising pleasure. His whimpers quickly grew into a loud keen when the electric charge quickly overwhelmed him, blasting out in his field as he overloaded, frame arching then slumping back on to his berth as he panted for air. Nevertheless he soon dropped into a peaceful recharge, engines rumbling quietly in contentment.

Starscream shot into a storage cupboard as soon as he left the medic's sight, using his codes to keep everyone else out, and unsubspaced a cloth to clean himself off, hoping as anxiety settled into his tanks that Knock Out hadn't seen anything. What the frag had the medic been doing wandering the corridors this late? It was nicknamed the graveyard shift for a reason; he should have been unlucky to bump into a drone at this hour, let alone the vain medic who should have been deep in recharge cycles ago.

Something would have to been done about the ruby mech, to ensure his silence.

But what? He couldn't just get rid of him, not like before, it would definitely be noticed. And the Decepticons needed the officers. He had nothing to blackmail Knock Out with, all the medic's dirty little secrets that Starscream knew having come out when the SIC was put under the cortical psychic patch.

Bribery then?

Yes, that could work. It wouldn't be that hard to arrange a bit of racing time for the medic then turn a blind optic to it.

Starscream dabbed at himself, trying not to smear the fluids too much on his paint, not out of vanity but out of need for secrecy. Megatron hadn't been as hard on him as normal, but as Starscream couldn't produce lubricant it always stung. The throw, for the tyrant, had been playful; the Seeker's injuries made 'in the heat of passion'. Megatronhad been strangely kind of recent, there was no taunting or mockery when they together in their 'sessions' or afterwards, and in any other context the tyrant's behaviour may have been described as teasing. It made the experience no less humiliating but at least it wasn't as painful as it could be. The SIC's helm fell into his metallic palm with a quiet clang, and he rubbed it harshly.

He had never thought when he came back that things would become so complicated.

Consoling himself with the fact that at least the issue of Knock Out could be dealt with, even if Megatron's motives weren't known as yet, Starscream gently finished cleaning his soiled frame. The medic's odd behaviour had also been noticed. Starscream smirked sardonically, if he didn't know any better he'd say Knock Out had been actually concerned about him. Chuckling softly, he discarded the cloth into his subspace and headed to his rooms.

He'd have a word with Knock Out, first thing in the day cycle.

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