Plaything 2

(FLASH BACK)
Arcee and Cliffjumper both transformed, entering the hangar quietly. Cliffjumper stole glances at Arcee from time to time. The femme was uncharacteristically quiet today and surprisingly never even snapped back at any of his attempts to tease her.

He'd asked her many times if everything was alright with her, and she'd always give him the same defensive reply of, "I'm fine! Just leave me alone."

It set off obvious warnings inside Cliffjumper's head. Arcee was not okay. She was practically projecting, it was that obvious.

He reached out to Arcee, placing a comforting servo on her shoulder strut.

"Arcee...I know you're not okay. I've known you too long to know when you're lying to me. Want to talk about it?"

Arcee crossed her arms over her chest, glaring up at Cliffjumper. Their scouting mission had been rather uneventful and both failed to locate any nearby energon reserves. Nevertheless, Arcee's mood had been in the dumps since the beginning when Optimus assigned the mission. Not even Cliffjumper could raise her sprits.  

"I don't think so, 'Jumper. I'm not in the mood right now, okay? I just need to be alone..." She jerked her shoulder from him and stalked off, leaving behind a concerned Cliffjumper.

Once Arcee disappeared down the hangar corridor, he opened up a private commlink to Bulkhead.

[Cliffjumper to Bulkhead.]

[Bulkhead here. What's up?]

[Can you do me a huge favour, later tonight?]

[Depends on the favour, Cliffjumper. I'm not getting in trouble with both Prime and Ratchet again. If it has to do with Ratchet, duct tape, explosive fireworks and silly string, I'm out.]

[No, no! Nothing like that! This is...different,] he chuckled, glancing down at the ground bridge controls.

[What do you have in mind?]

[You're on monitor duty tonight right?]

[No, Ratchet is. Why?]

Cliffjumper smirked. [I need you to distract him for me.]

(END FLASHBACK)
-
[Knock Out, where the frag are you? Didn't you learn your lesson from that slagger, Starscream?] Breakdown growled through the commlink. Knock Out heaved the dead weight on his shoulders to a more comfortable position.

[Starscream knows of my little down time, my dear Breakdown. I have my paint job's best intensions to think about, now don't I?] Knock Out replied. [I wouldn't want to go through that again,] he added, more to himself than his partner.

[Heh, he sure put you in your place after that incident.]

Knock Out grumbled darkly, nearly toppling over as the dirt under his feet shifted and fell away. He cursed, and continued his journey up the slope of the gully.

[What are you doing anyways? Racing?] Breakdown asked.

Knock Out smirked, running a servo over the delicate metal of the femme on his shoulder.  He shivered in delight, his body becoming alight with desire.

[Better! I've found myself a little...playmate.]

A pause on the other end, then, [Who?]

[Now, that juicy detail is for only me to know.]

Breakdown sighed. [Whatever. When you're done just get back to base. Breakdown Out.]

Knock Out grinned. He's obviously jealous of my fortunate luck, he thought. He continued upwards and finally got to the side of the highway. His radar scanned for any approaching threats, a precaution that had developed into a habit that was now practically second nature. Pleased with the results, his optics searched for a suitable place to house himself and his captive for what he had planned.

His optics pinpointed a spot a few miles away, and zoomed in to get a better look.
Smirking in satisfaction, he heaved Arcee a little higher on his shoulder strut and stomped off.
-

(FLASH BACK)
The blue motorcycle buried her face into the folds of her arms, sprawled across her recharge berth on her front. The lights in her quarters were powered down to minimal intensity, giving the room an air of eeriness.

Arcee couldn't place her digit on what was making her feel like this, perhaps it was one of those cycles. Everyone had bad days, and surprisingly not even Cliffjumper could bring her out of her emotional slum. Ah, Cliffjumper. She recalled his attempts and awkward prompts in trying to unfold a pleasant conversation through radio transmission. Arcee felt slightly guilty for snapping at him at the end, remembering the way she brushed him off so rudely. She made a note to apologize to him later, after she deemed herself well enough to venture out of her room again.

Recharge wasn't an option at that moment, her HUD expressed that her energy reserves were fully charged. She practically didn't need to recharge for almost three solar cycles...that was what she got for overcharging.

Then, just when she thought her day wasn't going to get any better, her door chimed and slid open. She lifted her head just in time to see Cliffjumper enter with a sly smile on his face plate. Arcee groaned and returned her head to her arms.

She knew that look...she'd seen it millions of times before. Cliffjumper wanted something from her and wasn't going to leave her alone until he got it.

"Whatever you want Cliffjumper, just leave me out of it."

He laughed lightly, leaning against her door. "And hello to you too, Arcee. What's with the lighting in here? Lights to 80% intensity."

Light exploded in her optical sensors and Arcee moaned. Her arm shot up to protect her optics and she heard:

"Primus, you're like a zombie."

"What do you want, Cliffjumper?"

She felt his presence beside her now and she peaked through her digits up at his smirking face. He placed his hands on his waist and leered down at her. Arcee knew simply asking Cliffjumper to go away was out of the question. He was head strong and stubborn, like herself, and when both of them had an idea in their head, rooted with the mulish instinct to get their way, confrontations ended up being messy.

But who was going to prevail today was all up to how inflexible Cliffjumper felt at that moment.

"I want you and I to get out of here. Look at yourself Arcee, you're depressed."

"I'm NOT depressed, Cliffjumper," Arcee snapped. "Lights to 15% intensity."

The room suddenly plunged them into darkness and Arcee started to relax.
"Moping in your quarters, in the dark might I add, is the closest one can get to being depressed. Lights to 85% intensity."

She hissed and sat up, glaring up at Cliffjumper. "Why can't you just stay out of my business? Did I ask you to come into my quarters and start insulting me? No. Just get out of here Cliffjumper, or else. Lights at 0%!"

Two glaring slits of blue met in the darkness, each thinking they were never going to back down from their stance in the argument. Cliffjumper's processor ran several different comebacks to counter Arcee and calculated each result and the percentage of success.

Finally, his vents sighed deeply and he unfolded his arms.

"Look Arcee, I'm not here to insult you or anything. I just care about you. What's the harm in wanting to make you feel better?"

He sat down at the end of her berth and placed a servo on her shoulder strut. Arcee stilled, encouraging him by sending out pleasurable vibes through her electrical field to his. His own field responded positively, and his servo traced down her arm to her waist. Suddenly, all the negative energy and thoughts she had were forgotten. She blamed Cliffjumper for that affect on her.

His other hand wrapped around her back, adding pressure to allow her to arch it against him. He moved in closer and pressed their chassis together. Arcee couldn't help but moan pleasantly and she reached up to put her servo on his shoulder strut. Her other hand danced down his chest, and down to his pelvic armour. She teased the edge of the junction between the armour and the sensitive circuitry, which resulted in a needy rev of his engine.
Smirking, she slipped her hand inside. She tested the waters, first teasing gently and ghosting over the wiring. Cliffjumper responded by moaning deeply and snatching her up in a needy kiss. Arcee's chassis became alight with desire and lust and she felt her inner temperature rise. Her teasing became more dominant and soon she felt herself slipping her glossa into Cliffjumper's mouth.

Their glossas danced and intertwined, each searching and exploring their mouths with such intensity that it actually felt like they were young, first time lovers again. She felt him shudder and moan as she touched him this way and that, cause and effect that make her spark lurch and vibrate in need. Gaining courage, she fished her hand out of his plating and tugged at his arm.

Cliffjumper paused the kiss to give her a questionable expression, as if asking 'Are-you-thinking-what-I-think-you're-thinking?', and allowed himself to get positioned in the way Arcee liked. A couple movements later, Arcee straddled Cliffjumper by the pelvis, running a hand down her front sensually while smirking down at a baffled Cliffjumper.
It was odd, frankly. Arcee rarely topped. In the rare occasions when she did, it was always at Cliffjumper's request.

Before Cliffjumper could spit out a sarcastic comment, Arcee bent down and kissed him forcefully. Their lips moved in unison, yet Arcee was in the driver's seat. She led the kiss much like a pair of dancers. She was one step ahead, guiding her partner in their dance of lust and passion. Their hands explored their partner, running over the dips and valleys of their plating.

Cliffjumper's hands roamed down her back and gripped her aft firmly, and he was gifted with a toe curling moan. Arcee's hands slipped in between the joint of his shoulder and arm, messaging the sensitive wiring within the area and at the same time, grinding their pelvic pieces together. Cliffjumper cursed into her mouth, hands becoming more forceful and frantic.
They were reaching overload together, but oh, they were just getting started. Arcee plucked her hands from him, and broke their kiss. She sat back up, dimming her optics. Her chest compartment opened, revealing her spark chamber and intimate circuitry.

Cliffjumper beamed up at her, and followed suit. He reached up around her, hands digging into her back. He pulled himself up, plunging his face into her chest compartment. Arcee cried out in pleasure as he lapped and licked at her intimate circuitry. She arched into him more, hands firmly grasping the horns donned on his head. His glossa danced and shot out in all directions. Her armour was crawling in delight, and she found herself slipping closer to the edge.

Cliffjumper was good, no, he was fan-slagging-tastic. He knew how to work in such a way that it felt like second nature. She mewled, and her fans were speeding up to compensate for all the heat generating inside her chassis. She whimpered sweet nothings to him, asking, no, begging him to send her over the edge in sweet oblivion.
Cliffjumper grunted, hand grasping his intimacy cord...and pulled away from her chest. Arcee watched as his hand guided it closer to her port...just a moment and she'd be plunged into pure pleasure....

"Cliffjumper? Are you in there!?"

Arcee squawked as the door chimed, allowing Bulkhead to enter her room. She fell off of Cliffjumper, frantically closing her chest compartment, and by the sound of it, so was Cliffjumper.

"Why is it so dark in here? Light's at 90% intensity."  Light exploded in the room, and it took a couple of seconds for their optics to adjust.

"OH...Ohhh...oh Primus...uh hi guys."

Cliffjumper sat on the edge of the berth, an embarrassed look on his faceplate. Arcee quickly stood up, brushing the dust off her paint job, while glaring at Bulkhead.

"What is it Bulkhead?"

"I was just...going to tell Cliffjumper that Ratchet is...preoccupied with Bumblebee. He wasn't answering his commlink so I thought he might be in trouble again..."
Arcee glared over at Cliffjumper, who only shrugged.

He laughed, "Oops. Sorry, Bulk. I was kinda busy."

"I can see that."

Bulkhead gazed at their frazzled body expressions and bid them goodbye. Arcee sighed, and slumped down beside Cliffjumper. They shared the silence, each feeling the memories of an overload they could of had. Then finally, Cliffjumper stood.

"Hurry, we don't have much time."

He reached down, hauled Arcee up and pulled her out of her room and towards the hangar.

"Where are we going?" she asked irritably.

"To finish what we started," he replied, laughing.
(END FLASH BACK)
-
Arcee moaned, her mind pulled away from the pleasant memory as she was brought back into the dreadful now. Her vision blurred, filled with images and static that seemed to melt into one big mess. She picked up the sounds of someone stomping over.

"Ah, sleeping beauty has awakened."

Her vision blurred again, and finally cleared. Knock Out knelt down on one knee, and grabbed her wrists. He took out stasis cuffs from subspace and snapped them down. She stiffened, and fell limp against him.

"Aw, how cute, someone likes me. Don't worry I'll take it off once you're in the right position." He stood and subspaced his energon prod.  Fright flashed through Arcee, remembering the pain that slagging thing could cause. But instead of striking her, he jammed the prod deeply into the rock wall above her.  Once pleased that the prod wasn't going to give away, he moved over to the motorcycle once more. He heaved her up, lifting the cuffs up and then hanging her like an ornament.

Arcee hissed in discomfort, not liking the fact that she was suspended off the ground. She glared at Knock Out who stepped back, admiring his work. If Arcee was anywhere but here in this situation, she would have confessed to herself that Knock Out was indeed a very attractive mech. His paint job was flawless and kept in pristine condition, even better than her own. He had a vein air about him that said to all that he felt he was on a higher level than everyone else.

But she hated him, she hated all Decepticons. They took away everything she loved in life...first Tailgate, now Cliffjumper. This slagger was the same as any other Decepticon, the only difference being that he chose a red convertible altmode rather than the standard jet vehicle. Arcee snarled, and lashed out with her legs, almost striking him in the side.
Knock Out jumped out of the way, lips turning down in a frown. Instead of lashing back in retaliation, like she expected a 'con to do, he simply shook his head.

"Now, now, there's no need to be so hostile...let's try and cooperate, shall we?"

"Cooperate?" Arcee spat, her voice unafraid to show the distain she felt for him. "You're a Decepticon, why would I cooperate with you?"

The next thing Arcee knew, she was struck across the face by a powerful hand. Knock Out sneered, then grabbed her face in his claws.

"Because you are at my complete and utter mercy, Autobot," he sneered close to her face, and Arcee felt her spark twisting in fright. "Do as I command and you will not have to go through more punishment."

Maybe it was her stubbornness, or the fact that she took no orders from anyone except Optimus, but she wasn't going to let some Decepticon push her around like that. She shifted her head and luckily managed to slip his digits into her mouth. She bit down forcefully, her jaws trying with all her might to bite down hard.  Knock Out yelped, desperately trying to pry his hand out of her mouth.

He pulled her face from side to side, and finally she spat it out. Knock Out's engine grumbled in rage as he inspected the damage and looked at her with deadly intent.
"What's wrong, Decepticreep? Scratch your precious metal? Or did I leave dents?"

Knock Out sneered in rage, reaching forwards and yanking the prod out from the wall. Arcee fell and landed painfully on her knees and before she could brace herself for impact, Knock Out's foot suddenly came into view. Arcee was flung to the side a couple of meters away, and she moaned. Her processor ached and stars exploded in her sight, and she was kicked again in the abdomen.

She rolled with the momentum, gasping in pain.
Knock Out slammed his foot down on her back, pressing her into the dirt.

"Are your audio receptors on the fritz? Didn't I tell you to obey my orders?"

"You can go to Pit, Decepticon. I'm not taking orders from you," Arcee managed to mutter.

The pressure on her back increased, but finally lifted. Arcee felt relieved, but suddenly he was in front of her again. He knelt down, took the stasis cuffs off of her wrists and threw them away.

Arcee was taken aback, and she felt a foreboding sense of dread as she began to realise what was behind his motives. He stepped aside, watching her slowly as she gathered herself up and stood. She staggered a bit, off balance.

"I can see you're going to be tough to crack, Autobot." Knock Out grinned then, "I like that. How about this, if you can fight me and win, you are allowed to leave. If not...well...you are at my whim."

Arcee's optics narrowed. "On what conditions?"

"I offlined your weapons long ago when you were in temporary stasis.  Fight me and win, and I'll allow you to leave."

"And what if I do not agree to your sick game?"

Knock Out shifted, hands on his waist. He smiled sweetly at her.

"Then you're out of luck. I'll offline you right here and now. At least if you lost the fight I'd leave you alive to enjoy you and your body."

She coiled up, optics shooting daggers at him.

"What?" Knock Out asked, "a mech has needs like any other 'Bot."

She spread her stance, in combat ready position.

"Just shut up already. I agree to play your sick game."

Knock Out grinned. "Wonderful! This is going to be...pleasurable."
"Slagger!" Arcee snapped, and pounced.