{TFP} How it all started...

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Knockout squinted. It felt weird to be kissed by a mech he liked . . . as a friend. He rested his servos on the bigger mech's chassis, but only to push him away. He grasped his folders and files, managing to run out of the room in sheer panic.

'Get away, get away!' he yelled throughout his helm. He felt like being tortured upon that kiss. He wasn't used to giving, or receiving affections. It was like heavenly rain drumming over his finish, dreading the color away.

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Breakdown on the other hand, frowned. He truly did love the younger mech, but finally figured that he didn't love him. He felt the excruciating pain of losing one shoot through his systems and chassis.

In any way, he shoved the door open when it closed, and he walked after the mech sadly. He wanted him to be officially his, but he couldn't just force him . . . it wouldn't be nice, and/or a win. He wanted to do it fair and square.

    "Knockout . . . !" Breakdown cried for him. He kept his gaze laid on the hall, and twisted around sharp turns. He searched everywhere until he saw the red mech begin to walk.

'Ah hah!' he laughed in his head. 'There you are, my little buddy!'

    "Hey! Buddy!" he cried out again.

Knockout didn't realize him - because he was pressured under all the things that happened. He clutched those files close, trying to keep calm as he did. Being called by another, he grunted.

'What do you want,' he turned around, "B-Breakdown!?"

Breakdown had a grin poke up his face. He edged over to the smaller mech, straddling his arms around his nice frame.

Knockout started to cry into his chassis. He dropped the files again, trying to push away from the tight clutch. He kicked his pedes against the hard metal flooring.  "Break . . . down . . . !" he cried into splitting sobs.

Breakdown frowned small, finally agreeing to let go. Once letting go, he saw the other mech running away. He reached out a servo to him, but withdrew it. He sighed, helm tilting downwards.

He edged down to reach at the dropped files, and looked through them. They weren't process notes at all; they were all scrambled with neat writing, and they all informed about . . . Breakdown, himself. It was more of a personal diary.

    "What's all this?" he hummed, shuffling through the pages.

'Breakdown is such a flatterer, though, I don't know about telling him that I like him . . . ' one note was written.

'I wish I could just hug him like a giant teddy bear!' another note said.

Breakdown chuckled amusingly. "Don't worry, bud," he purred. "Your wish will definitely come true."

He set the folders of files into his chassis's motor, and started searching for the red mech again. He slipped around, hoping to find the mech right-

Breakdown peered behind a couple of Energon piles in the lab he entered, and saw the young mech stretching. His hydraulics shifted around under his plating, and Breakdown was directly drawn towards it.

    "Heh, such a lovely mech," he said attractively.

Knockout whipped around to find the blue mech peeking. "Why are you fragging here!?"

Breakdown grinned, not answering. He sauntered right over, but slowly. While the bigger mech was walking with unexpected ease, Knockout backed away unto an edge of a desk. His servos clutched the brim, and his engine revved in alert.

    "Get away!" Knockout cried at him.

Breakdown, of course, didn't listen. He was too drawn towards the beauty of this mech, and he wanted to convince him he was joking about all that smoochy thing. "Look, I didn't mean to kiss you like that . . . I just slipped over something."

Surprisingly, Knockout was already convinced. His brow cocked, and so did his helm. "And what was that thing?"

Breakdown grinned. "I slipped on your lovely features," he purred. "My frame just couldn't handle yours."

Knockout looked away, blushing brightly with a tinge of blue. He smiled softly, apparently flattered. But, he wouldn't tell him that.

    "Th-Thank you . . ."

"Don't mention it." Breakdown hummed, finally an inch away from Knockout's frame.

He leaned downwards, his servo cupping the red mech's cheek. He licked his audio fin, purring contently while Knockout groaned softly.

Knockout's servos came up to cup both the big mech's cheeks, but he changed his mind. His one servo clung back to the brim of the desk, and his other servo was still laid on Breakdown's cheek. Feeling his glossa snipe down to his neck cables, he caged out pleasant moans.

     "S-Stop!" Knockout protested. Honestly, he loved this, but he wasn't really sure of himself. He, yet again, pushed the mech away and ran out once more.

He skidded to a halt once finding another room. He figured that Breakdown would never find him in there, now. He tip toed in, then hid under a berth. He knew he had to reach down to the dusty and oiled area, which made him flee away. He instead crawled under a desk, but it wasn't the best place. He sighed, and finally figured out where to hide; he looked up at the ceiling, then dug his digits into the wall to climb up. The tight grip helped, and he made his way to the roof of the room. He stayed there, watching anyone who'd walk in like a hawk hunting it's prey.

Marching in, Breakdown looked around. It was like 'hide-and-seek'. Breakdown would hunt for Knockout, and Knockout would watch and try to hide away. As the winner, if Breakdown would ever find him, the blue mech would use him as his pet. If Breakdown gave up, Knockout would sneak out of the ship and live freely.

                                              *** Short Chapter ***

                                              Next chapter involves

                                    Breakdown searching for Knock-

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