Everybody Loves Steve [Decepticon Edition]

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Life as a Vehicon isn't easy, you have to risk your life everyday for people who don't even appreciate it, risk not coming 'home' to see your friends and family, or what's left of them since Vehicons die just as quickly as they are made. But one of Steve's worst fears on the Nemesis is going to the doctor. The Decepticon medic is a proud being, sure he's the best at his job but he has such a temper, especially if his finish is ruined. If he ever found out that you did something to it you better hope he doesn't find you, if he does well you better pray to Primus that you're reincarnated as anything but a Vehicon, or that you die quickly. But other than that he was one sexy mech, have you seen his aft? If you haven't then you're missing out.

Unfortunately today isn't Steve's lucky day.

He groans softly as he lies on the medic berth, his body aching in several places, he has just come from a battle with the Autobots, though he noticed something strange with them. He flinches hearing the medbay doors open, seeing a figure of red walk in, he feels his spark pulse faster in fear seeing him.

"Oh. . .you again." He says distastefully.

He doesn't seem to be in a good mood today.

"Why are you always in here? Don't you know how to take care of yourself by now?"

It isn't like he would get hurt on purpose, has he even seen the size difference between him and them? He's barely taller than Arcee for crying out loud. Knockout attaches a mask to his face, the fumes making him sleepy, at least he isn't mad enough to let him go through the pain of being repaired while conscious.

Thank Primus.

About an hour later Steve wakes up drowsily, his processor swimming and his body light, he tries to move but realizes he can't. He looks down curiously to see his servos and pedes bound by the berth's metal cuffs for patients who were. . .'rowdy'.

"Ah, you're finally awake," a familiar voice says. Knockout steps out of the darkness, the white light glistening off his body and making him look even sexier than he normally is, "I almost thought you weren't going to wake up."

But why did he have to strap him down?

Steve feels nervous under his gaze, he sees a weird glint in his optics and it's making him feel uncomfortable. Knockout walks closer to the bed, his hips swaying a lot more than usual, his spark pulses even more when his servo touches his thigh.

"Even though you keep coming in here with injuries and an absolutely ruined paint job," his talons grazes his skin as he massages his leg, Steve's utterly confused, "you still have a pretty remarkable figure, for a Vehicon that is."

His servos then trail up his leg, making a ghost trail up his stomach before finally stopping at his chest plate, Steve shivers greatly under his touch.

"And I have to say," Knockout then climbs onto the bed, straddling Steve's waist, the poor mech can't process what's going on, what's he doing? "you are one sexy Vehicon."

And that's when Steve blushes hard under his mask.

Knockout, the diva of the Nemesis, thought he's sexy???

His intakes hitche when Knockout licks his neck cables, his glossa slipping into seams and grazing sensitive wires, Steve struggles against the binds, he doesn't necessarily want to be there, well that would be a lie but technically he didn't consent to this. But what can he do? Knockout's his superior and technically they don't care about Vehicons. Knockout then grazes his talons down his chestplate, dipping into seams every now and then, Steve huffs as he starts to lick down his frame, following the trail of his talons until he meets his waist.