The Killing Song - A DJD Transformers Action Romance Fanfiction [COMPLETED]

NIGHTTIME CHALLENGE

Boy, is Helex pissed.

I don't usually see him enraged, but he usually does so for good reason.

"It's that Chambex chic! She got to your head!" Helex's voice becomes higher as he shrieks, and his words thunder through the lengthy hallway. "The DJD is not going down because you are crazy for someone! Make Kaon leader and then you leave."

"What's going on?" Kaon is starting to stir, and the sound of his designation brings him to full attention.

"Ya'll need to be quiet!" Knock Out's quaint voice rockets through the air. "Some of us want to recharge!"

"Shut up, Knock Out!" Kaon spits, and he carefully rises to his feet.

Vos is turning his head about, trying to pinpoint the origin of the argument. Tesarus lifts his head and spots Helex and I glaring at each other. I want to grab Helex's neck and shake him until he pleads for mercy, but now that Tesarus is part of our audience, violence is no longer a part of our fight. He has no problem attacking me and defending the man he loves. The tension freezes as someone taps on the front door, and I hear moaning coming from the other side. Knock Out tip toes into the main room where the other three were sleeping, and he ushers them into the hallway.

"People don't usually come during this time of night," he explains.

Breakdown ventures up behind him, a robust gun perched in his hands, and Knock Out perkily answers the door. I see everyone lean their heads forward as they try to snoop in on the soft conversation, and I see Knock Out flinch backwards. He pulls someone who is terribly injured in, and they are collapsed in his arms. He drags them to the operating table, and Breakdown aids in securing them down. I meander into the room, and my comrades follow closely behind.

"I'm so sorry, but my anesthesia stores are out," Knock Out mutters kindly to his patient. "I was supposed to get a shipment in today, so this is going to be painful."

The racket has woken Malie up, and he startles me when he slips his hand around my own. "What's going on?" he mutters as he rubs his optics.

I get closer to the table, and the disfigured Cybertronian finally becomes recognizable.

"Chambex," I hiss.

"Know her?" Knock Out looks up from prepping his tools. "Excellent racer. We go out every -"

"She is the one that stole our belongings," I grumble, and I point to the pit in her stomach. "We need to open her portal."

"Portal?" Breakdown asks.

"Yes, she has this portal thing she can make and put things in it."

"It's called an inventory dimension, Tarn." Chambex unlocks her war facial armor and reveals her relaxed expression. "I'm sorry."

"About what?" I fetch a stool from the abandoned energon bar, and I settle down near her head. I can't help it, but I am transfixed by her unscathed face. She had obviously put her facial shields down when Helex blasted her with his savage heat, so her helmet took most of the vile damage. She isn't the beauty that our society reveres, but she is exactly what I look for. Cunning. Intelligent. Wide face. Kissable lips.

And I can't help myself. I delicately lean over and set my mouth upon hers; I feel her smirk beneath me.

"Why do you keep chasing me?" she mumbles.

"Why do you keep chasing me?" I whisper in return.

A robust pair of hands clench my shoulders and jerk me back. I whip my head around, perturbed, and I meet Tesarus's eyes. His teeth are clenched tightly; I can see the edge in his square jaw. He must be careful. He has broken sets of teeth that way.

"You can't let her keep doing this to you," Tesarus snaps. He turns to Knock Out. "Just get her repaired and then kick her out."

"This is my home! My rules!" Knock Out retorts, pointing at Tesarus with a drill. "You mustn't forget she is my friend."

"Then maybe you can convince her to give our things back." Helex steps forward and aggressively cracks his blocky knuckles.

"You gonna beat us up if we don't?" Breakdown slips between the aggressor and his love.

"Boys, boys." Chambex painfully sits herself up, and her armor plates squeak as she shuffles. "I'll give you your things back. But after I have a little race with Tarn."

I shift my position in my seat. "Race?"

The hell does she want to race me for? I am slow as shit in my alternate form; I am meant for power, not speed. Yeah, I can pick up the pace when I run, but I am nothing like her and her lithe form. Look at these shoulders! Do these look like the shoulders of a runner? But for all I know she could have a sluggish second mode as well.

"Yeah. Race for your boys' things."

"Look, Chambex. I know I can't beat you. You are small and quick and I'm not."

"Oh, you don't need to win. I just want to tell people that I raced Tarn of the DJD."

I gently bite my lip as I consider what negative outcomes this competition could have. "Where are we racing?"

"The Diabolic Track."

Knock Out's face lights up with extreme joy, and he beckons Breakdown over. He hastily whispers something into his husband's audio receptor, and a sly smirk passes of Breakdown's face. He barges out the door.

"What was that?" I ask.

"He's gathering a crowd. Not many race on the Diabolic Track." Knock Out nibbles seductively on the end of his finger and eyes Chambex. "I would totally ask you out if I wasn't gay."

"You are adorable." Chambex pats the top of Knock Out's shiny head, and he flinches back and mutters something about his paint. She turns her head back to me. "Looks like you're going to have to find a new alt mode, big boy."