#knockoutstarscream

[stupidpail]

I just love them so much.

[zombieheroine]

A Routine Screening [TFP][T][KO/SS]

Word count: 1580 Summary: Starscream goes to medbay for some mandatory maintenance. A/N: I decided to do some Kinktober prompts for a change! I suppose this is a bit liberal interpretation since Knockout is an actual doctor. Kinktober Day 12: Medical Play ~ Ironically, one of the most dangerous spaces on the Nemesis was the medbay. Starscream was even more irritated than usual when he reported there for the routine checkup and maintenance. In the dim biolights of the ship and what came from the neon-filled pipes surrounding the workspaces with all his instruments of horror on display, Knockout was anything but a friendly sight. Still, he smiled. “Right on time, Commander,” he remarked, tossing a pad to the nearest table.

“Naturally. Some of us respect the time of others, doctor,” Starscream spat in return, trying to ignore the cold shiver that went down his spinal strut when the mechanic doors fell shut behind him with a hiss. “Naturally,” Knockout echoed flippantly, the widening of his smirk telling he hadn’t missed the jab and that he didn’t care. “Right this way, on the berth, please.”

Starscream swallowed his spiteful comments. Even he could control his temperament when he was about to surrender his frame and spark under someone else’s control. He wondered how the medbay even functioned with such excessive multitasking. Sure, the area he was well familiar with and where he was now again guided was well-equipped for everything from routine maintenance to surgery, but the large space was also filled with laboratory equipment, heavy industrial tools and assortments of silos for medical waste and spare parts. “Go on,” Knockout told him. “There’s no need to teeter on the edge, get further on the berth. Lie down, please.”

Starscream glanced towards him, huffing at the patronizing guidance, and then shuffled himself awkwardly to the middle of the berth. It always looked narrow but felt much wider when you got onto it. He arranged himself onto the slab and lay down, the medical mesh feeling far too accommodating underneath his frame, like the tongue of a creature that wanted to taste him before swallowing him whole, smelling vaguely of cleaning solution and latex. Knockout was busying himself with the medical terminal, selecting the programs for the checkup while picking up the right cable for the seeker type without even looking.

The first program ready and the cable in servo, Knockout turned back to the berth and leaned over his patient. “There we are,” he said, professional in words but not tone, his smirk far too languid and his red optics a bit too friendly. Starscream had always hated that about him, the slick ease the medic made his way into the personal space and business of others, but even he couldn’t refuse the doctor here, in the domain of his profession.

“I’m going to insert this and then we can start going over the actual important stuff, “ Knockout explained, his free servo coming behind Starscream’s helm to lift and support it while the other brought the medical cable to the back of his neck. His servos always looked delicate on the bulky frame of a muscle car, but they were sure and strong when he set to work.

The thumb pressed against the small plate covering the medical port in the back of Starscream’s neck, experienced and just firm enough to slide the plate onto its track and slip it aside, revealing the port. The remaining four digits holding the cable moved in nimbly, bringing the cylinder-shaped metal connector to the port and connecting it without a single scratch.

Still, when the connection was made and the link established, Starscream let out a surprised huff and offlined his optics. Knockout’s hold stayed as steady as it always was.

“Connection secure. Data feedback normal,” he said, probably reporting the readings on the terminal’s screen. His servos gently lowered Starscream’s helm back on the berth and let go of him and the cable. “Didn’t hurt, did it?” he added, cheeky.

Starscream onlined his optics just to glare at him, then wished he hadn’t. That way he could see the numerous tools hanging above him, black and shiny in the glow of the ring light behind them. Various scalpels and welding tools he knew, but couldn’t begin to imagine what would have to go wrong for Knockout to need the variety of saws.

Knockout tapped a few keys on the terminal, and Starscream felt his vision starting to blur and swim. The light turned softer, black into dark green, all smearing in his vision like melting too close to sun.

“I’ll run a few checkup programs on your system now,” Knockout said. “Just relax and focus on cycling air through your vents. This will be over soon.”

Something made Starscream want to resist that. He couldn’t quite name the feeling, but he groaned and shifted in his place. He always hated having his programming tampered with, his firewall flaring even when there was no threat detected, and he gagged. Somehow he managed to roll his helm to the side, and suddenly the smell of cleaning chemicals got stronger in his vents. The medical mesh made a muffled squish of a sound as he moved.

“Whoops, careful there,” Knockout said, his tone still laid back with a hint of his routine snark. He never lowered his left servo from the keypad of the terminal, not even when he reached out to fix the position of his patient. His digits took a firm hold of Starscream’s chin, not too hard but no hesitation in the grip either, and tilted his helm back up. The blurry ring light and the mobile of sharp tools came back to view again.

Knockout’s servo stayed on him. It slipped from his chin to his chassis, checking the locks on the cables on his neck and then pushed his claws into the small junctions to feel the pumping through the soft tubes beneath them. The way his nimble digits peeled small, tight seams of his frame back and slipped inside made Starscream shiver. He huffed in his vents again.

“I know, I know,” Knockout almost cooed, “it’s uncomfortable, I know. But you’re doing so well. Just a little bit more.”

Another program was launched on the seeker’s system, this time more on a conscious level. It inspected his flight protocols, meticulously prompting them to go through safety checks and calculations. Another subprogram inquired his system about the new flight data, prompting the stabilizers and spoilers of his wings to test their settings.

Both of Knockout’s servos were on him then. “You’re looking well, Commander,” he commented, leaning over him. The ring light left him backlit, circling him perfectly, and the fiery red of his helm turned nearly black, only his digital optics keeping their red glow. His servos pushed underneath Starscream’s frame and lifted him into a low arch on the berth. Strong, steady and meticulous, they followed seams and cables even Starscream himself wasn’t aware he had, pressing and inspecting.

His wings were flinching in small, involuntary motions, his back bowed, and helm tilted back in a way that would have reminded him of something else if it wasn’t for the smell of chemicals and the clinical servos on him. Still, he felt warm. Another shiver went through him, his pedes arching, toe struts digging into the mesh.

Knockout pressed his digits under the armour plating and found the bases of the seeker’s wings. “Oh, it’s a bit dry here,” he commented. “Wait a moment, I’ll fix that for you in a klik.”

Starscream let out a long exvent of air, close to steam. It felt warm in his vents, making him strangely aware of the deep, living chambers and channels of his frame. It was the check-up programs, he told himself, they were essentially mentally dissecting him. He wasn’t quite himself like this, not quite in control. But it was alright, he sluggishly realized, he was fine. He was just a patient for a moment.

Then Knockout and his servos were back, going back under the arch of the seeker’s frame and sliding back into him. Starscream distantly heard his knee guards knocking together, although he couldn’t remember when he had pulled his legs up. But it was okay, he was sure. Knockout would have arranged him back into position if he was wrong somehow.

“Alright, I’m going to apply some grease to the joints now. You’ll feel my servos inside for a bit,” Knockout informed him, his voice a bit distant but rolling over Starscream in waves he could nearly feel.

Knockout’s digits were covered in thick globs of engine lubricant. He slipped them easily into the seeker’s inner gears, finding the base joint of his wings where they connected to the structure of his middle. Firm digits pressed into the joint and started working the grease around the bearing caps and seals, then moving deeper to patiently rub it down the studs to get it into the sockets.

“Good. You’re doing so well. Just a bit more, just like this, nice and relaxed,” Knockout muttered, his words only distantly registering to Starscream. The tips of his wings were twitching. He could hear himself sigh.

“Running a bit hot there, Starscream,” Knockout commented, pretending to be neutral. “Your readings are getting rather high.” Beneath his professional veneer, there was a clear suggestion and an infuriating spark of self-satisfaction. His digits never stopped working, the slick making the metal feel even warmer and almost soft, like being moulded anew.

Starscream opened his intake to tell him off, but what came out was a thin, shivering moan.

Knockout’s smirk grew wider and even more knowing. “Oh, but Commander!”

Starscream glared. “Shut up, doctor.”

[squids-in-disguise]

ko/ss for the otp meme of course!

Who takes the most pride in their appearance (I.E Who likes getting buffed by their partner, and who likes getting their paint retouched?)

Do I even have to answer this? KO of course! But it’s worth noting that even seekers can be vain and KO takes as much joy in making Starscream pretty as he does in making himself look good.

When they go to Swerve’s, where do your OTP sit and what do they drink?

Knock Out would rather be front and center, but Starscream would rather be with his back to a wall. Knock Out relents and sits in a corner with Starscream. As for drinks, Starscream prefers sweets but he would never admit it so Knock Out usually ‘accidentally’ orders something that’s too sweet for him and asks Starscream to switch. I see Knock Out as drinking something milder.

What Earthling TV (or film) series would they watch together?

Casual headcanon that they both love Star Trek. However, Starscream has a terrible paranoia of the Borg. Knock Out tells him that they’re not real, and Starscream just narrows his eyes at him and whispers ‘but how can you know for sure’.

When exploring strange new alien worlds, what is their favourite activity?

Knock Out loves to test out new terrain and speed along. It’s a lot of fun for him to see how fast he can go, and it’s more fun when he convinces Starscream to help him wash up after. As for Starscream - geology. He misses taking samples and scanning mountains and things. What a nerd.

Who is more likely to carry the other home, either because of High Grade consumption or overworking, and how much of a struggle is it?

Knock Out seems one to indulge a bit more. Starscream has a tough time dragging him. Not because of their size, but because Knock Out just can’t keep his hands off of Starscream’s wings.

Who stays up late reading?

Starscream does his best reading late at night. You know how many times Knock Out wakes up and sees Starscream with a datapad covering his face because he fell asleep reading? So many times.

Who apologises first after an argument and how do they do it?

Knock Out. Despite his pride, he knows when he’s wronged Starscream. After a cool down period of a few hours (or days, depending), Knock Out usually pulls Starscream down for a deep cleaning and apologizes. Starscream can accept it well enough, and Knock Out does nice things with his hands to calm him. Then their conversation can continue like grown adults.

Are they Conjux Endura, if so - how did A propose to B?

I HOPE THEY ARE SOMEDAY. And I have this thing about Starscream’s partner proposing right when he’s about to so - Knock Out proposing right inside their house and Starscream like ‘....No, what, no I was going to propose to you tonight!’ and Knock Out laughing and asking ‘is that a yes, then?’

Who was almost a Decepticon/Autobot (Who found it difficult to choose a side) and how do they still convey their rebel spirit?

Kind of a weird question for them since they were both cons. Buuuuuut. Starscream would go neutral to be with Knock Out. But he’d never be an autobot!

(Even despite size difference) Who is the Big Spoon?

Starscream always little spoon. Knock Out loves curling up between Starscream’s wings.

[vosianskyline]

Misplaced

It happened every time. Every, fragging, time that they entered some new world with high readings of energy, this would happen. Skywarp would go to teleport them away from one thing or another and the energy from his warp would mix with whatever was giving off readings on the planet and the three of them would end up anywhere but where they were supposed to be. Usually they winded up with damaged comms and navigation systems that were on the fritz. Starscream always swore up and down that he was never leaving Vos again and then somehow he would end up out with his two trine mates a few orns later. That was just how things worked, which is why Starscream expected this time to be no different. Brushing himself off, the silver seeker climbed to his feet, instantly flaring his wings to try and get some sort of reading on his surroundings. To Starscream’s great surprise and dismay, it turned out that this time, he had landed on Cybertron. Great, just fragging wonderful. He had to get off of this planet and fast, before someone who recognized his face saw him and reported back to the authorities that the former Decepticon SIC was still alive. The last thing Starscream needed was a death warrant on his head.

[ask-scarred-knockout]

knockoutstarscream entered the med bay

Scarred: Hello Friends!

NightSpeed: Welcome!!!!

[sonicseekerjet]

((I know we didn't RP very often but I always enjoyed our threads so thank you for them! And I think you made the right decision. If RP-ing is not fun anymore - you definitely shouldn't push yourself to do it)).

(( Thank you! I really enjoyed the threads we had together too! And yea, I gotta agree, leaving is looking like the right decision so far. I'll still be keeping up with your blog, though~ ))

[reallyheavyduty]

I HAVE A NEPHEW!!!!

'cuse me, I'll be next door!!!

[teleportingprankster]

knockoutstarscream replied to your post “Ya know what? Frag this slinkin’ around. TC’s already mad at me, I...”

KO: I'll pretend I didn't see how far down the list I am.

See? Doesn't matter what I do, I always get someone pissed.

Besides, you made it clear you're off-limits a long time ago, so... even were I single, it's not like anythin' would be happenin' except friendship. *shrugs*