Dancing For The Optics Of The Wicked

Chapter 6: So, the race was on.

//Authors note, just wanted to say, enjoy the chapter and tell me if I should put some lemons in this book, probably will to be honest. Okay buh-bye!//

Motormaster hadn't taken his loss very well, Knockout knew he got easily angered but still loved to toy with him. The red mech also knew it wasn't good to anger him more but he couldn't resist. Knockout even brought Arcee along for the ride.

"So Motormaster, would you like another race or are you to afraid we'll beat you again?" Knockout taunted, relishing the fact that the Ferraris engine growled back at him angrily.

"Oh stop it Knockout." Arcee laughed, although she did find it funny.

"Yes, please stop it, Knockout." Motormaster growled.

"Well, since you asked so nicely." Knockout said, dusting himself off.

"Well..that was a neat trick you guys pulled, so want to have a little talent show?" Motormaster smirked.

"What do you mean?" Knockout asked, raising an optic ridge.

"Y'know! Like we all do cool tricks and stuff..we'll get some people, pick a partner each and they'll be the judges!" Motormaster exclaimed, he was obviously excited about this.

"Fine..Arcee? You in?" Knockout asked, turning towards the femme.

"Of course." She responded.

"Right, meet me back here in..2 human hours." Motormaster declared, before speeding off.

Knockout turned to Arcee.

"Guess we better get started."

"I guess we shall."

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After the 2 hours had rolled around, Motormaster had whipped up quite the crowd, most of which Arcee didn't recognise. Megatron had insisted he come along as there was nothing to do and he wanted to see his pet compete.

"Lord Megatron, do the honours and choose someone to choose their partner." Motormaster said.

"Very well, Motormaster, Seeing as this was your idea, you will go first." Megatron said, nodding at the smaller mech.

"Thank you, Lord Megatron. Arcee?" He asked turning away from the war-lord.

"Yeah?"

"I choose you." He said, a smirk appearing on his face. //Calm down Motormaster she's not a fookin pokemon//

Arcee glanced at Knockout who's face had dropped, they thought they could've chosen their own partners, but no.

This meant Knockout would be partnered with..Starscream. Oh. It wasn't that bad for Knockout,

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Arcee did a backspring and landed in Motormasters palm one one pede. It was a graceful performance. Motormaster transformed and she landed on his hood, he drove in a quick circle before transforming again and sending Arcee into the air. She performed some backflips and dropped back down in a graceful spiral and back onto Motormasters palm. The mech had a warm touch, warm and comforting, but it didn't feel right.

Starscream and Knockouts performance was fascinating, Starscream continuously transformed between his alt mode and his normal form whilst in mid-air, while below him, Knockout performed all sorts of tricks he had learned on the road. And nearing the end of their performance they joined together, Starscream hovering around Knockout as they did a finishing move.

Both performances were good in Arcee's opinion but her's and Motormasters seemed to have more of an effect on the crowd, so they were deemed the winners, much to Knockout and Starscreams distaste. Arcee congratulated them none the less.

Motormaster gave her a high five, his servo engulfing hers easily in size. Before he hugged her very tightly.

"Get off, Motormaster!" She giggled, the mech sheepishly put her down before waving a goodbye and going to speak to his friends.

Arcee turned to Knockout who was sulking.

"I know you're not sulking about losing, so what's up?" She asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

The mech didn't answer but instead hefted the femme up in a fluid motion, so she was over his shoulder, he then began walking back.

"Knockout! What are you doing?!" She panicked.

"Don't worry, Sweetspark." Knockout said, he angled himself a small bit so he could see Motormasters glare as he walked.

Knockout full well knew what he was doing. Showing Motormaster what was his. A classic show of good old male dominance. Yet Knockout had to claim her for her to be properly his, Motormaster knew that, as did Knockout. So, the race was on.

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"Arcee, Lord Megatron requests your prsesnce." A vehicon said, pointing down the hallway at the throne room door.

She wordlessly nodded and hurried down the hallway, to where Megatron was waiting. Or in her case, Afthead was waiting.

"I have an old friend coming over for the evening soon, you will perform." He grunted out.

"Yes, Master." That word burned Arcee's glossa when she said it, she narrowed her eyes as she said it, before swiftly dashing out of the room, ignoring the bellowing laughter echoing behind her.

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Knockout glanced at the blue femme. She was currently practising her performance, which was too sensual in Knockout's taste. He watched as she slid down onto the floor, jutting a leg out and other optic catching moves, that could break the most self-controlled mechs. Knockout shuddered to think of what the less self-controlled mechs would do when they saw her. Knockout thought Megatron's idea of putting her in front of a bunch of overcharged mechs was an absurd idea. Or maybe that was just him being jealous. No, it was definitely an absurd idea. Or maybe that was what Knockout was trying to convince himself.

Motormaster.

Knockout couldn't even think where to begin on Motormaster. He could be incredibly annoying when he wanted to, but he also wanted Knockout's femme. Knockout had to rephrase that, Arcee. She wasn't his femme, yet. But Knockout knew Motormaster had an eye out for Arcee. But Knockout wouldn't even let him second glance at Arcee.

Knockout was shaken out of his sour thoughts by a hand on his shoulder, the hand was brought down heavily, no doubt scratching his paint.

He looked up to see the devil himself. Not really. It was just Motormaster. The devil in Knockout's optics.

"Hey Knockout! Fancy seeing you here! I was just comin' to ask 'Cee somethin'." He said, smiling down at the mech.

Knockout almost growled as Motormaster walked over to Arcee, most likely to strike up a conversation.

Oh no you don't.

Knockout thought as he walked right after him.

BOOYAH! 1030 words for ya'll, enjoy! Xx

Ily, stay fresh my diamonds.

-Crystalarcee out