Everybody loves Knockout

Part 1

Knockout was a sexy mech.

And he darn well knew it! He could get anything what he wanted with his glossy finish and well-maintained appearance.

Apparently the others knew too.

It had been the fifth time that day that Knockout found himself being followed by Eradicons and Vehicons. He could feel their stares on his body, checking him out. He couldn’t say that he minded the attention, loved it even.

But he got annoyed when the same Vehicon landed in his medbay again, for the third time. Breakdown had joked about them hurting themselves, because they’d have a crush on Knockout.

“Why would they do that?” he had asked. “To get in the medbay, closer to you,” Breakdown had laughed.

So, he had threatened them, that if they dared come back in, he would rip them apart. It had worked for except 1 Vehicon. His friends had pushed him into the energon mining machine. He got some severed energon lines, but was fine otherwise. Knockout was working in silence, before that got broken.

“I really appreciate your work,” the Vehicon said. Knockout froze for a moment. “Well thank you,” Knockout said and resumed his work.

“You’re welcome,” the Vehicon said, he fidgeted with his claws,” H-has anyone e-ever told you that y-you are really beautiful?”

Knockout looked at the Vehicon’s faceplates. “Yes,” he said calmly,” but it’s always nice to hear.” The Vehicon seemed embarrassed, but determined. “You are. And you are hot a-and so sexy.”

His voice almost broke from nervousness. Knockout had a surprised expression on his faceplates. “Thank you,” he said,” you’re almost done. I just have to weld it shut and your good to go.” The Vehicon nodded and stayed silent.

Suddenly, the doors to the medbay opened. Knockout expected it to be his assistant returning from his mission, but it was two Vehicons. Two familiar looking Vehicons...

It was quite difficult to keep Eradicons and Vehicons apart from each other, but it was doable. Especially if those Vehicons had been in the medbay, twice that day, already. “You,” Knockout hissed,” What are you doing here?”

He had finished working on the injured Vehicon and went to clean his tools. “Eh, we’re here to check up on 1-MNE-2, sir,” one Vehicon said. The other nodded.

Knockout huffed annoyed, he didn’t believe it. He turned around to say something of it, when the Vehicon he had just repaired stood in front of him. He felt arms snake around his back and servos on his aft.

“What th-?!”

A faceplate in his cut him off. The Vehicon kissed him with all the strength he had. Before Knockout could register a thing, he felt another pair of servos caressing his back strut and shoulderplates. Another pair joined and began stroking his legs and thighs, with the occasional nuzzle against his aft.