Spark Breaker

Makeshift

"Arcee, where oh where art thou, fair Arcee?" Optimus' mocking voice echoed.

But it wasn't Optimus. She determined that before she went into crawling among the shadows of the abandoned Kaon gardens silently in hiding. Optimus had a specific speech pattern and while this doppelganger nearly fooled her, the use of a few words quickly raised flags. He would never use the term "lieutenant" or "soldier" to address her. That was more Ultra Magnus' thing.

Suddenly, a servo reached out and snagged her pede, the large mech dangling her upside down to her dismay. His only response was a vicious Cheshire grin on Optimus' features that unsettled her.

"Caught you, baby," the disturbed Optimus said.

She was held like a toddler when rotated upright while she yelled, "Let go of me, Makeshift, or I'm going to beat the ever-living scrap out of you until you bleed to death!"

Makeshift sneered, "Kinky."

Suddenly, the form of Optimus shifted to a black bot with white optics and bio lights. As he got smaller to Bumblebee's height, she was gripped tighter and closer to his body until his arms wrapped around her waist with his chin resting on her chestplates. She was mortified at being so close when he did it and pushed at his shoulders frustrated. He laughed at her until she swung at him.

Arcee didn't spare a second punching him right in the noseplate with a loud imploding sound following. It was her turn to be cocky as he grunted in briefly pain and blinked quickly stunned as blood ran from the nasal vents. He wiped it off in slight surprise and a twisted sense of humor as he ran his claws across the visible cracks in the armor. He still held her with one servo while the other tended to him.

"Anything else you want to add?" Arcee asked with a faux smile.

"Okay," he huffed, sniffing back the rest of the blood looking between the droplets on his digits and her, "sadist and hot babe. Got it."

Arcee stopped struggling against him to say, "Who said I'm a sadist?"

"You seem to take pleasure in people's pain. If you were fragging me right now, I'd imagine you'd try and kill me the whole time. Only one way to know, Arcee. I wouldn't turn down someone like you for anything."

The idea wasn't exactly off her list all things considered. Arcee wanted to kill Makeshift or at least make him suffer. He was a pain in her aft. The confirmation made Arcee shake her helm at the unbelievable notion, but maybe he deserved a little pain. Without warning, she grabbed and twisted his wrist to make him drop her and immediately kicked his abdomen to force him to sit on a rustic bench partially covered in the overgrown metallic plants of the garden. He laughed at the brutality, signifying he did have a slight tolerance for such things.

"Maybe...heh...we're both messed up in the processor."

Arcee didn't say anything at first but glanced up to see chains holding plants beside the bench and got a wicked idea. She ignored him for a moment to step on the bench and yank down the chain. Without a word, she forced his wrists together, to his startlement, and bound them then linked it around his waist and chest to the bench itself. When he tried to argue, Arcee kept another chain around its hook but wrapped one end around his neck before pulling down, giving him a warning hanging while she placed a pede on his chest to hold him down to intensify the discomfort.

She hissed, "Let's test that theory, shall we?"

When she eased up on the chain and gave him a chance to collect himself, he still managed to respond excitedly, "Ooowhooowhooo, alright then. There's the sadist."

He didn't even hide his arousal, giving her a nice look at his equipment. She lightly pulled the chain again and watched the part around his neck tighten. His brief pain and tense gulp made her kind of enjoy seeing the Con writhe a little. The fact that he was still hard drew a sense of power she was liking too much. What she wouldn't give to see him bleed everywhere, but not before she had some fun herself.