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Show me your teeth. (NSFW)

So I wrote this. Inspired by @cosmicdanger picture of almost xneomorph Soundwave. http://cosmicdanger.tumblr.com/post/158974853867/i-dont-think-he-even-has-a-face-i-heard-this

I really need to stop writing just teeth stuff for these two.

It wasn’t often that the Decepticon officers beside Starscream actively sought out their medic or followed through with his weekly physicals. To be honest even if they did Knock Out would not be there. He scheduled those times specifically to give himself free time away from the base. A mental health break honestly since there were no days off on the Nemesis.

There was an appointment they all made and that Knock Out did take seriously though and that was their denta appointments.

Not much in the use for denta since living on a liquid diet and not having to take down a turbofox or crunch into a glitchrat to get to it’s precious lines anymore most cybertronians shaved down their denta and since most had grown out of the recessive trait as it was it was mostly not a problem. For higher class bots at least. Most Decepticons were not higher class mechs though and most Cons actually relied on their denta as their last defense so even bots like Knock Out kept a few of their denta sharp enough to pop a line.

Among the officers the Cons had left only Starscream had no reason for constant denta care, while the first lieutenant once sported his own set of pointy fangs CMO’s of past had long ago filled the figgity aerials maw in to save them from future patch jobs. So he only needed filings every few decades. Still that left five others including himself and however many vehicons who would be brave enough to come take their masks off.

Most of Knock Out’s resolve and stamina was wasted on Lord Megatron who liked his smile to be perfectly villainous, Breakdown who while trusting the medic completely simply just hated the practice and feared it like the Pit, and of course himself because he was afterall Knock Out and no mech left on the Nemesis could honestly say that shaving down and capping one’s own denta was an easy thing to do.

Personally none of the other mechs really minded this because that meant by the time they got to the medic he was about two or three drinks in and more personable and calm than he would have been any time earlier in the day. Which was how Soundwave found him late into the night, just about to retire to his shared hab-suite. A flash of annoyance ruined the medic’s pretty face as he caught sight of the spy but he quickly hid it.

“Soundwave~ Honestly I don’t know why I thought you wouldn’t show. This is the only time you ever want to see me. A long day today?”

Soundwave nodded even though the doctor wasn’t paying attention any more. The medic had no real sympathy considering he was often overworked himself despite his attempts to sneak away. That was the life of a medic though, giving all and receiving little so Soundwave in turn had little sympathy for him. Still this never stopped them from being friendlier than one might guess. Knock Out wasn’t always so jaded and selfish and he had keen audials. It was after all how he kept out of trouble. If only his loyalty wasn’t so unpredictable. That didn’t stop Soundwave from going to him if he needed especially for gossip that might be valuable and it usually was considering Knock Out was the only Con who liked to go down to the human cities.

He was also fun for other things as well but the spy didn’t often indulge in those activities much anymore.

“Your lucky I didn’t reattach my doors yet. I was just about to.”

Soundwave stepped up onto the small lip and leaned back against the upright med pallet, watching as Knock Out sanitized his tools. He was indeed doorless, needing more mobility with his arms so he didn’t deck his patients in the face with a side mirror. Usually he just slid them further up if they got in the way but after having to already replace one he was much more protective. He was also looking very slick and shiny. Just waxed, his colors coming through brilliantly. So deep and smooth that it looked like one could just dip their digits into the gravity defying pools of red. Some mechs were just so lucky.

“So dear es-pe-ion~,any problems as of late? The last thing we need distracting you is a niggling pain.” Another nod. Soundwave didn’t fight often but every time he did he tended to break a tooth or two and Knock Out hadn’t scheduled a dental visit for quite some time with him being sent out on missions as well. It was a pain. Soundwave did enjoy the actual look of concern that flashed across the medic’s face though. He hadn’t seen any genuine emotion other than anger from the bot for quite some time. “Oh… no. Well it happens. I have to quickly shoot a message to Breakdown so you get your face off for me.”

Soundwave waited as long as he could to take his visor off. Without it he couldn’t see and while he was perfectly comfortable relying on his other senses it still left him feeling vulnerable even if there was nothing to worry about with the Doctor. As all his his inputs started to disconnect and go dark Soundwave felt a smooth digit under his chin. “How bad is it on a scale? Am I going to have to numb circuits?” The spy calmed his spark quickly and wobbled his servo from side to side in indecision. He knew it was a mess in there.

Knock Out had gained much more control of his frame since he’d last been on the nemesis. Soundwave had barely felt him moving. Just one more thing he’d have to readapt to.

“Well I’ll grab something then.” The touch on his jaw left so he waited with his visor in his servos for Knock Out to come back.When he did the medic was not happy. “SOUNDWAVE! IT’S A MESS IN THERE!”

While most would have been surprised to find that behind the mask Soundwave had nothing but a fang filled maw Knock Out was only disappointed by how terribly it had been maintained. “They’re all impacted and growing through each other!” Knock Out wasted no time now that he’d seen the job he was dealing with. Forcing Soundwave’s jaw down he started to prod and crack away bits of metal that were already falling off thanks to the fangs underneath boring holes in them. “Do you even know how many unnecessary circuits I’m going to have to pull out now! This is going to take forever!” Soundwave only handed Knock Out the visor. Knock Out sighed irritably in response. “You could have at least come a little earlier.”

He could not have done that. He had been busy.

“Or you could have requested an emergency surgery.” He could have done that.

After taking his time marking everything down on his medical charts and spraying his servos down with a specialized sealant Knock Out returned to Soundwave’s side and took no time in getting started. Soundwave tried not to retch at the terrible taste of the sealant but couldn’t hold back a few twitches. Knock Out usually used tools for most of the mechs but that was usually only for small problems. “Well you should have come in for this sooner if you don’t like this. On you it’s much easier if I just suck it up and-eugh- get my servos dirty.”

In response Soundwave waited till the medic was off guard to snake his glossia around Knock Out’s wrist and flick kisses against the palm till the he shuddered. Servo’s as sensitive as usual when he used the tools inside his digits. It wasn’t the feeling of the medics servos he disliked and Knock Out knew that quite well. He was just being mean.

Knock Out tsked him but Soundwave noted the shaky invent. “Now Soundwave~. I will have quite a lot to do. I can’t have you being a tease if you want to actually get this fixed.” Soundwave chittered deeply from the back of his intake as he uncoiled his glossia. He’d have to pace himself if he wanted to get anything more out of the medic.

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The drone of the Doctor’s laser cutter filled Soundwave’s audials as Knock Out sawed through the outer layers of the spy’s broken teeth. It was a relief to have all the extra metal pried from the gaps between them but the pressure strained and split the softer grounding metal causing energon to flood his mouth. Knock Out was mindful enough to apply a balm to the cracks every time but the built up fuel forced Soundwave to swallow again again again, making the claw at the back of his intake twitch in anticipation.

“Someone’s getting antsy. I haven’t even gotten this cleaned up let alone all the ones I need to pull so they don’t shear into your cheek. I will stop till you can keep ahold of yourself if you keep this up Soundwave. Injuries like this with your frame are no light concern.” Knock Out’s warning didn’t stop Soundwave’s glossia from trapping the mech’s warm digits and coiling around to stroke them. There weren’t many mechs the spy trusted to indulge in his kinks with but Knock Out’s touch always got him riled. The spy didn’t like asking for favors of any kind but….he wanted this.

A dark raspy voice filled the back of Knock Out’s processor as Soundwave spoke. A purring, growling noise like that of a suave chainsaw one moment and of ghastly specter the next. “Admit it Doctor~ I ruined you night. Let me make it up to you.”

Knock Out slid his digits slowly against the grip of Soundwave’s glossia as he thought over the spy’s offer. It had been a long time and Soundwave hadn’t exactly been nice enough to earn anything but Breakdown would already be recharging by the time he got back and he’d have to go mining in a few hours once the ship got to where it needed. So he didn’t want to wake him up. “FIne but try not to scratch the paint Soundwave. Your lucky I still have any sympathy for you after the way you’ve let our Lord and first Lieutenant treat me.”

“You like playing in minefields Doctor. You should expect a few explosions.” Knock Out freed his digits again but only to continue his work. Soundwave worked his long glossia around the delicate wrist again, through taut wires and cables, till he could just feel the thrum of Knock Out’s line. The smell of energon so close made his mouth water just a bit. Oral lubricant dribbling through his fangs to the floor.

“I do not. I do a lot of things but playing in minefields is not one of them. I’ve still got flashbacks of working in them so why would I play there? Making deals with devils who still speak like savoirs is more appropriate I’d think.” Soundwave nodded curtly, too caught up in the pleasant feelings running through his circuits to care about the Doctor’s wordplay.He chirred a bit as he gripped at Knock Out’s middle with long boxy digits of one servo and a snaking feeler to keep him close. Leaving his other servo to idly play with the Doctor’s idle one.

Knock Out shuddered again as more of Soundwave’s feelers ensnared him and the spy’s gentle touch ghosted along his frame. Two could play it that game. Getting back to work Knock Out took his time now. Fingering all the freed up gaps, slowly picking away at the built up metal, and making sure to poke and graze against the mech’s glossia around his wrist. Knock Out could practically feel the time ticking away as he felt his spark heat up. Jumping every now in his chest. “I’ll need pliers now. I have to pull some of these.” Soundwave didn’t let Knock Out move an inch as he grabbed the tool off the medic’s cart. “And the gel Soundwave. It’s going to hurt when I snip some of these.”

Losing Knock Out’s other servo Soundwave focused elsewhere. Tightening his grip he bumped his codpiece against Knock Out’s and slowly rolled his hips up to grind against the Doctor. Knock Out’s teasing ministrations hadn’t gone unnoticed for him and while he may have been jumping the gun the tightening of his plates was becoming an annoyance.

Knock Out tsk’d him but didn’t refuse his advances. “If you bite me you’re going back to your quarters with an aching mouth and an aching spike.” Despite a few minute flinches though Soundwave seemed to have no problem with the pain as Knock Out tore out another four or five already damaged fangs. His empty tanks however were another matter. Mouth filled with energon again Soundwave’s claw was twitching, inching further up his intake till Knock Out could feel it butt against his digits. He pointedly poked it back down before going back to applying balm to the holes to encourage them to close quicker. “Watch it~ I’m serious.”

Soundwave tried to keep his composer but he had let himself go in the rhythmic pulse of the medic’s frame and shocks of arousal. He was tired of treatment he was hungry and he wanted the Doctor to play with him. Snapping his panels back he let his thick cable out and slipped it between Knock Out thighs. He could feel the Doctor was warm already. Not even close enough but Soundwave was feeling selfish after a long day and the Doctor was already treating him so why not add one more little problem. He’d save the Doctor’s night like he promised in the end.

Knock Out let Soundwave beg a bit first. Enjoying the way the wires and grips of the mech’s cable searched and buried under his armor to get what they wanted. “You have heard the saying never mix business and pleasure Soundwave? What’s gotten into you? Caught two drones on their off shift? Or…perhaps our glorious leaders leaving you out of their “fun”~”

“You’re just so good at the practice Doctor~ Please I’m in pain.”

“No your not.” Knock Out wrapped a stray wire around a digit and quickly plucked it free from the branch causing Soundwave’s plates to rattle as he cursed. “You don’t like indulging me in that.” Smiling cheekily he rewarded the spy with a sharp snap of multiple panels and some more balm to his throbbing jaw.

Soundwave swallowed his moan as he let himself connect to the Doctor. The mechs port warm, slick, and coated in static despite his professional demeanor remaining intact. It wasn’t nearly as good as the medic could get but for Soundwave it was a great start. Too much energy always made him sick anyway. He let Knock Out’s manipulative field cover him, a soft musical hum not coming from the mechs vocalizer filling his processor. It made him numb but restless as it forced his spark to pulse quicker, stronger.

Knock Out could feel it in his core, Soundwave’s pulse, the feeling exciting the nodes embedded in the walls of his port. It was certainly a distraction. He’d put up with the spy’s impatient teasing for almost two hours now and he was losing himself even though the job was so close to done.

“If I call it quits now do you promise to use the cleaning solution I give you?”

Soundwave’s inner claw shot up and snapped around Knock Out’s wrist, dragging the medic’s servo deeper into the warm pulsing mesh of the mechs intake. The spy chirring again in satisfaction as the finer teeth punctured small holes in Knock Out’s lines and dripped sweet energon and energx.

Recovering from his shock Knock Out’s cheeks puffed out a bit in rage. “What did I say about biting!? I’m not a juice box!” Soundwave just swallowed around the arm in his mouth, the nodes studding the mesh throbbing and buzzing with energy that tickled the medic’s palm. Cupping it Knock Out instinctively fondled the node and cut off a gasp as it made his sensitive digits spasm from the energy.

A blush formed on Knock Out’s cheeks as he shifted to get comfortable in Soundwave’s grip. Leaning close he just pressed a ghost of a kiss to the mech’s headcrest before leaning back to whisper in his audial.

“Damn you Soundwave. You dirty monster~”

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