Dancing For The Optics Of The Wicked

Chapter 8: "Its you? Oh thank Primus!"

Arcee leaned on the chair, showing her body to the audience. She drug her hands down herself to accentuate the performance. In a fluid motion she grabbed her knees and separated them, like human females do in music videos.

She stood up, fast but graceful, she walked across the stage, bucking and rolling her hips as she went while her servos rubbed her neck smoothly.

She stalked around stage until she was behind the chair, smoke wafting around her for affect, she grasped the back of the chair and spun herself around, lifting her self up and showing her legs and possibly her aft. She spun round back onto the chair, performed some more moves and as the smoke cloud wafted around her, she stood up abruptly and subspaced the rope, holding it above her helm.

Someone stalked onto stage as she wrapped the rope around her waist and turned to him, he grabbed the ends of the rope and tugged her closer. She planted a servo on the red chassis and he grabbed it with a possessive growl. She moved the rope up and around sliding it around his wrists, the mech kneeled before her and she knocked him down onto all fours. Leaned down and pushed him away, he rolled and the rope untangled, both of them holding each end. She tugged it up and he came with it, his chassis at optic level.

Until he spun her around and she was on her knees, he now had the rope and he quickly looped it around her servos, yanking them above her head. Some smoke wafted up, blanketing them in it.

When the smoke cleared, Knockout had Arcee on the floor, on her stomach with her legs up.

//Yes, It was Knockout. I also planned this to be like Trisha Paytas' Shoulda Woulda Coulda Music video.//

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Arcee quickly glanced over the crowd, who was this mystery guest then?

Then it clicked. The massive mech sat next to Megatron. Tarn. The leader of the DJD, Decepticon Justice Division. A poetic yet brutal mech. His face was the Decepticon symbol, but surprisingly it suited him well.

Knockout gave a smirk before retreating off stage, she followed suite, except she had to go to Megatron. So she brushed herself off and set off to her master.

When she arrived, Megatron looped rope around her wrists and tied her to the leg of his chair, so she sat there, keeping her optic on anything but her Master or Tarn. She was seething with quiet resentment as you could say.

Her master looked down at her, she didn't notice.

"Pet."

"Hm?" She said, not looking up from her glare on the floor.

"Look at me."

It wasn't a growl or a hiss, it was simply an order, which she obeyed, she swivelled round and locked optics with her master.

"Yes?" She huffed out.

"Say hello, don't be rude. Or else." He said, his optics flashing.

"Or else, what?" Arcee was pissed and she wasn't about to take orders.

"Excuse me?" She heard a regal but gruff voice say beside her.

Scrap. She forgot. Tarn was ever so loyal to Megatron. Anyone who used snark in their tone was scolded by this mech and scolded was an understatement.

Right, calm yourself. Here we go.

"Yes?" She asked, in a mocking tone. Arcee was pissed enough to tell this mech to frag off!

"Do not speak to Lord Megatron in that tone." He growled out, his red optics burning through his visor into her optics.

"Well, I'm pretty sure you'd be pissed if your team was either missing, captured or killed and you have to perform unwillingly for a few hundred people." She hissed.

Tarn lunged at her, a blade out and ready to taste energon. Arcee smirked and grabbed the rope leaning forwards, so Tarn accidentally cut the rope instead.

She broke into a run before transforming and speeding down the hallway. Yet she wasn't escaping. She was driving to the med-bay, laughing. When Megatron saw her turn into the med-bay, he decided to leave her. Where could she escape to anyway?

"Tarn, leave her, I will deal with her later." Megatron said calming the mech, ushering him to sit down.

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"Arcee? Megatron let you off did he?" Knockout asked, glancing up from the datapad.

"Not really." She shrugged with a smile. Knockout raised an optic ridge, so Arcee began to explain.

Knockout gaped at her.

"You did what!?"

"Why!" He exclaimed.

"I was pissed enough to take on an angry predacon." Arcee reasoned, Knockout rubbed the space in-between his optics.

"Also! Why didn't you tell me it was you!?" Arcee squealed. Knockout gave a smirk, leaving his 'mother hen' mood behind.

"I wanted it to be a surprise." He chuckled.

"It sure as hell was!" She laughed back, swatting his chassis playfully, yet careful not to scratch his paint.

"You're oddly chipper today, what happened?" Knockout said, with a quizzical look on his face.

"Nothing, I guess my moods just improving." She shrugged off.

"I'm bored." Knockout said.

"What am I supposed to do? Buff your finish or something." Arcee giggled.

"I've buffed my finish 5 times already! Anymore and I'll be shinier than the Allspark!" He whined.

"What do you want to do then?" Arcee asked, cocking her hip to the side.

"I have an idea, if you can rearrange those archives in under ten human minutes, I'll do whatever you want. But any second over and the tables are turned." Knockout said, catching the mischevious glint in her optics.

"You're on." she smirked.

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Knockout smiled as he watched Arcee ttot back up to him.

"So?"

"Eleven minutes and forty six seconds, not bad, but not good enough." Knockout smirked.

Arcee's faced dropped.

"Awe, Fine. What do you want me to do?" She asked.

Knockout curled his servos around her shoulder, pulling her in close, he kissed her feverently. He broke away and smiled, gazing into her optics. Relishing her surprise.

"I have an idea..but it requires two to play the game." He smirked.

Arcee smiled in return.

"Then I'll happily be your player two."

BOOYAH! 1004 words for ya'll. Enjoy! Xx

Ily, stay fresh my diamonds.

-Crystalarcee out.