Megatron wiggled his shoulders like a cat getting ready to pounce among the tall trees that surrounded the green meadow. He spotted something blue near the rocks on the grassy field, and his eyes narrowed as a grin formed across his face.
To the Vehicons, he looked and even moved like a predatory cat despite having no tail for balance. Hell, he even adopted the move-on-all-fours tactic the animals used for tracking. The fact in general seemed to scare a few, for they didn't want to be on the receiving end of his brutal charge and speed, not to mention having to turn around to see a gigantic mech posed terrifyingly.
This game was another simple one…well almost. From what he learned, all you have to do is tap the person on the back or arm and run away from said person as fast as you can. It was similar to hide and seek but it involved more physical contact.
Silently, he stalked through the grass towards the immobile blue object and let a playful growl escape from his vocal processor. He was a hunter at spark and games like these put his younger, deadlier persona to the test to see if he still could keep up. That was one of the things his crew and the Autobots feared the most.
The warlord crept onto the cluster of smooth boulders quickly without a sound, but when he reached the peaks, his blue target was not his playmate. Rather, it was a dummy made from old parts that were dyed a similar color.
He gave the dummy an expression of confusion until he felt something push him off the stones. His claws scratched at the rock as he fell, desperately trying to pull himself back up but eventually gave in to gravity's unbeatable force. He landed on his aft with an "oomph" sounding immediately after. He snarled at the force that dared to do challenge him like that and saw only Arcee, cackling like a lunatic while hitting the sarsens with her fists.
Megatron said a few Cybertronian curse words before leaping back up and grabbing the femme's wrist. Instead of fighting the gravitational pull a second time, he let himself slide down but brought the giggling girl with him.
Arcee was surprised at his actions and tried to run away by crawling on all fours. As she tried to get up to her normal bipedal stance, the warmonger's servo quickly took her ankle and dragged her back until she was positioned on his lap.
"Megatron, no! Come on!" She struggled again in his grasp but finally halted her fighting. She knew she wasn't going to win, and it took her two times as long to catch him do to his hiding skills he learned. She could literally be right by him and not see him because his armor either blended with the environment or he stealthily maneuvered around her.
Like before, the games were a constant thing during his visits while she was on a mission. What she began to notice, however, was that Megatron had a knack for nuzzling her right after his turn on whatever game they were playing. It was like a victory reward for him, and sometimes he took it a little too far for personal boundaries.
She wondered why he does what he does every time. It was like he was obsessed with her and wanted other mechs to know she belonged to him. The feeling from this was usually a mixture of fear, curiosity, pleasure, and greed with the first and third being the most common of the four. Was it bad to feel that way after every round? She did not know, but she never said she didn't want it to stop either.
AN: Since you've bugged me to make another chapter, I finally did but I'm not doing another one!
