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Hello! Sorry for the wait but just trying to flesh out the details as we climb into the story a bit more. I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday! Black Friday Shopping is always fun with the bros. Turkey farts are terrible. Cyber Monday was cool. And leftover pumpkin pie is a blessing. Anyway! Extra long chapter and just a friendly reminder that there's a reason why this sequel is rated M. I wanted to explore a part of my writing that I never had before and doing so has made me super super excited. It will be dark. It will be deep. It will be as genuine as I can make these characters...feel something. Enjoy everyone!

Moodsetter: "Feel Something" - Jaymes Young

Chapter 4 The Romeo And Juliet Part 4

"So if you're gonna stay, then stay

But if you're gonna go

Make sure that you hurt me just enough to..."

Millions of years ago

Cybertron

Zion scrubbed at his plating with long strokes making sure to wash his spike and covering, anywhere that mech molested him. This is what it always came to. It always came to him touching and prodding until he would give in, or someone would, thankfully, interrupt him. It was his creation this time. His creation that sat and giggled swinging her legs back and forth. She rather liked it when slaves and prized gladiators were molested in such ways. Rumors had even spread she laughed when her carrier was murdered by another jealous slave.

He turned the handle to the shower and was rewarded with almost scorching water. Another mech walked in and paid no mind until he saw who it was. "Zion..."

"No words." He warned. He housed his spike and placed his covering in place.

"He knows. You know he does. He always does. He has fraggin' optics everywhere."

Zion leaned against the wall of the washrack and allowed the water to flow over his frame. Soon he began to relax the more he felt it's cleansing heat wash over him. Zion knew this. To be told drove the fact into him harder.

He looked at the crimson mech for a second longer about to say something but then held back. "Just watch your back." He settled upon saying.

Zion huffed a cruel laugh. "Another slave looking out for another? Who knows if it will be you I kill next. It should be you who should keep to himself, gladiator." There was no heat to his words just a fair warning. He turned off the water and walked away to dry off.

The mech watched after him shrinking back upon those words.

Zion paid no mind. His spark was preparing for the battle to be won tonight. And if this mech merely shrank upon the truth, hell...he wouldn't last long.

Many Cybertronains alike watched and were entertained by these gladiatorial matches. The pits stood here even before they were created. They were here when the makers held them captive as slaves. They were built for the ancient ones who tore one another with no emotion or feeling. Now they were free. The ones who watched were as alive as the ones in the sandy pits.

Zion was brought here against his will. A bastard creation sold for the highest bidder. Who knew the youth centers could be corrupted as well. Even at a young build, he was strong and held potential. A mech that held so much strength even when he was but a youngling was always a tantalizing offer no slave trader could deny. Enhanced and strictly trained, brutally beaten, and bloodied by many battles, he was carved and forced to become the killer he was now. Like water cut into stone, his status took time.

Despite all of this, he was a kindhearted mech. He was elegant and held more class than those around him. Held onto morals he learned from the outside world he so craved. He made sure he himself was presentable.

Zion of Kaon was the champion of the pits using only his natural given weapons. Kaonite clawed hands. They were utilized like no one had ever seen and had caused an uproar. Some claimed that he himself held the so called honor and history of the Kaonites while other deemed it a dishonor upon their name.

Zion however, did not care for neither opinion. His hands were hands of a killer, a sinner, a martyr, a no name mech who turned famous because he was oh, so lucky to be sold to and catch the lewd optic of Licinius. He favored him because of his strength and power. His dignity and honor he held so high. He was favored for his way of showing the world that yes, he was one who stood above others when it came to skill.

In his own twisted indigo optics, he was his.

A huff. Only in his explicit, disgusting dreams.

Zion walked down the hallway to his quarters, a towel wrapped around his neck. Anyone who dared to get in his way did not. It wasn't known he was a violent mech. At least outside the arena. He was intimidating because he was a mech of so little words. The way he carried himself was powerful and elegant. With meaning and in no way was any motion placed to waste.

Zion was a very kind, honorable mech. But he was no fool. Anywhere and at anytime another slave would betray him in a sparkbeat, if it meant glory or extra credits or even status. It was an eat or be eaten world in the pits.

It was a harsh, forced lifestyle but Zion had adapted. Learned to trust only those he knew were like him in nature. Honorable.

He walked into his quarters. They were much more...comfortable than other gladiators living cells. Licinius had seen to that. Zion however truly didn't care for his given "luxuries". Aside from a berth and chair in the corner, it looked uninhabited. This is where he recharged and denied Cybertronian after Cybertronian their pleasures. Whores and interface were not an entity so limited. There were substances, gangs, the interface, the slaves who were commanded by higher up slaves.

Of course those that even were glanced by Zion held the hope that they would interface with him. Zion would kindly, if not, sternly decline. Same with those needing extra credits by selling boosters or zip-lines as they called them. Circuit cutters, fan blockers, tossers. Whatever names they gave substances nowadays, he would deny. Money from winning credits were usually blown away on these "Pleasures of the Pits." It was paradise to some and hell to much more.

He tossed his towel onto the berth and stood at the foot of it. Someday all the credits he stowed away would be put to use. Perhaps he would buy his freedom. But he highly doubted that. Licinius was convinced he was his and only his.

What he would give to be free and live outside this hell. What he would give to feel the troubles of the everyday mech. Being late to work. Getting caught in traffic. Spilling energon. Having a family. Seeing the crystal gardens. The good with the bad and the ugly with the beautiful he would give anything to just be out there.

The more he thought of the outside world the more he hated his own damnation. His life was a sentence here. There was one only way to be free of this hell and it was death itself. Some nights he wondered if it would be worth it.

Some nights he wondered if it was worth living. But Zion knew. He was much too strong for that. He turned and sat gingerly upon the berth and pressed the heels of his hands into his tired optics.

In his mind he saw that femme again. Odyssis. A smile tried to flick onto his lips but it couldn't. He could never have her. Such a sweet, fiery femme. One he never had ever connected to so quickly. What he would give to see her again.

"Fates be at my back..." He murmured in a sort of prayer. There was a knock on his door that interrupted his own thoughts.

"Zion." A gruff voice called. Perhaps a messenger.

He never moved his hands from where they were. "What is it?" He hailed back.

"Prepare for calling."

Zion pulled his hands away, looked up to the door, hands curling into loose fists. "As he wishes." He murmured. The mech behind the door stayed put for a moment longer. "Primus at your side, fates at your back, and ballots in your favor." He rumbled. The mech was heard walking away slowly.

Zion huffed. The so called special match tonight would be anything but not in his favor. He unfolded his fingers from their fists, looking at them. These were his weapons. These where his manifesto. Just he himself. Hands that could create and destroy. Hands that could tip the scales or destroy.

He looked back up to the door and set his jaw. If it were ballots the pit master wished for then so be it. He would get them. He would be the obedient toy. Perhaps to keep him happy or avoid another molestation.

In the pits gladiators were hailed as celebrities by the outside world. But if they only knew the true nature of the beast, the inter workings of the true machine... They only worshiped slaves fighting for their next cycle.

Odyssis typed away at her data pad one leg folded under the other. Her one clawed hand tapped at the screen. Hm, she needed to file the tips down again.

"Alright femmes." Pyro announced walking to their cubicles with a tray of energon. "Star..." She handed the cube to the small femme.

"Oh!" She took it with both hands and a smile. "With chrome flakes?"

The flame colored femme gave her a look that said "yes dumb aft I did." Star smiled taking a respectful sip.

"And Odyssis with mercury."

Without looking away from her data pad she took the cube and sipped at it. "Thanks, Pyro." She narrowed her optics and tapped away at the screen. Those numbers and codes look odd...

She didn't notice the taller femme standing a bit longer next to her desk, observing her with a worried optic. She sighed and walked to her own.

It had been like this for the past cycles. Odyssis never really looked away from her screen for any reason other than to report to Stats about well...statistics. She went on with life, the same old routine and the same old job. She had finalized her one project a few cycles ago and was now only waiting for the results. Hopefully they would be in her favor.

She went to the same old bar a few times, with company, where the bartender just served her drink quietly. He claimed they had found the mech responsible for her would be terrible evening but that didn't ease her mind when she went in there. Thankfully, the thought of the no name mech eased away from her mind as well.

Talk of the most recent gladiatorial fight last cycle caught her audio. Something about a mech beating all impossible odds. It was set up against his favor apparently. But of course, it seemed he was the popular ballot.

She paid no mind after she discovered her co-worker won some credits that night. "The mech barely survived! Lost his arm! But he made it. Primus, I don't know how…"

She sighed downing the last of her drink. Her friends were busy arguing over the tab. "Odyssis never picks it up!"

"Because she buys the first round every time we go out!" Pyro countered back.

"Guys, its almost time to leave anyhow." She finally spoke up.

"Oh. She is actually sentient and not a drone." Pyro rolled her optics.

"Stop being so dramatic." Star quietly argued.

"You were the dramatic one a second ago!"

She ignored the other two as they went on and on. Odyssis turned off her data pad and simply sat at her desk sipping at her energon. She was glad she was off of the medical grade. In the beginning it tasted just fine but it grew so bland. It felt good having her mercury back.

The femme continued to listen to her friends argue but drew her mind back. The past nights had been empty. She walked home every night. Maybe with a hidden blade in her wrist now, but she would tell no one that. It was the same old routine but she couldn't help but find she had to be a little more on edge. She wouldn't admit it but that night was terrifying. If it weren't for that mech... Her spark had only a dull ache now when she thought of him. Not that she did...

Their argument was sudden dropped. "Odyssis...Boss is coming!"

She snapped out of her thoughts, sitting straighter. Both of them hid behind their cubicles as Stats approached. And when he did, he was holding a data pad. "Odyssis, a word in my office please." She couldn't see her friends share a worried glace at one another as she walked away.

It only took a few moments but she left the office feeling like half a cycle went away from her. She felt heavier. Numbly Odyssis walked to her friends who looked worried upon her expression.

"What happened 'sis?" Stargazer asked nervously while trying to stay quiet.

Pyro looked just as worried but added nothing.

"Well..." Odyssis smiled sheepishly. "The project broke through and...I got the promotion." She could hardly believe it herself. Her friends could though.

There were a flurry of motions and squeals that had other workers on their floor looking over to the trio. Star and Pryro hugged her in glee.

"I am so happy for you Odyssis! Oh Primus..." Pyro kissed her forehelm. Star continued to hug her waist. Odyssis smiled brightly thankful for them. Truly.

"I'm so proud of you!" Star added.

It was a long and almost agonizing process but she had finally made it here. She had finally achieved something. "I wouldn't be here...without you two." She stayed humble and true.

"Damn right!" Pyro backed away, a mischievous glint to her optic. "You know what this means?"

Odyssis sighed in halfhearted exasperation.

At the same time Odyssis felt a bit uneasy, and perhaps excited. Her friends took this all in the end and help her into the same bar she almost met her terrible fate. If she didn't know any better her friends were being a bit...unaware how she didn't much care for this place anymore.

She was uneasy walking through the front door expecting to see the same terrible mech but Pyro's frame up against her own was assuring enough. She smiled up to the strong femme. It was a silent promise she would demolish anyone that got close to her and that was enough. Hell, maybe Stargazer would get a shot in. Give her enough Voxian blend and it was without a doubt she could.

"We could have gone somewhere else...fancier?" Odyssis offered.

"Home is home. And home is where the spark and best blends are." Pyro offered another firm nod as they sat at the end of the bar. A spot where they could keep an optic on each other easily.

Odyssis sighed placing her face in her palm and offered a tired smile. "Besides, we're celebrating tonight! Who knows who we will come across. Maybe a lucky mech, eh?"

Stargazer blushed brightly. "Maybe after a few drinks." She peeped.

"Alright, first round on me this time, 'sis." Pyro offered as she raised her hand to call a bartender over.

The cyan colored femme looked around the bar and noticed it wasn't all that packed. It was assuring. Of course, it was still early. Many mechs and femmes were coming home later on.

A cube was placed in front of her and Pyro was already raising her cube in a toast. "I'm so happy for you, femme. Here's to your new position and your dream to get out of this place."

Odyssis sat up straighter and flicked her optics to each of her friends. She was blessed to have them. She wouldn't be where she was without them. So close and dear to her. Pyro, the fiery, crude, and refreshingly blunt femme. Stargazer, the sweetest, truthful, and loveliest friend.

"I don't know where I would be without you two. I came here alone but now I have you two...I..." Odyssis looked away. She wasn't good with sincere stuff.

Anyhow, Pyro tipped her helm back taking a rough chug of her drink. Odyssis looked up in shock and relaxed. She sighed too and took a hearty sip of her drink. Stargazer sipped at her own but she was a lightweight.

She would be gone without them soon. Odyssis clunked her cube on the counter with a blurted laugh. Pyro did so too, patting her harshly on the back. "Enough of the sappy slag." She rubbed her hands together and looked around. "I need to find us a mech to buy our drinks and maybe get a good spiking!"

Stargazer choked on her sip. "Oh Primus." She gasped.

Odyssis laughed and ticked her helm. "I wouldn't mind that myself." She said in a matter of factly voice.

And so, Pyro had a tendency to get the bar rowdy. It only took a few hours. Betting on how much she could chug in one go, arm wrestling, and tricks got some going. But the main event was balancing a drink on her pelvic plating. They weren't there yet. Or so she thought.

Odyssis was sitting on the bar stool leaning against the bar itself. She turned around and saw Pyro laying on the table, balancing a shot of engex on her pelvic plating. Then another. She offlined one optic to concentrate. A few mechs were getting curious now. Star was by her side crouched by her helm, coaching her with what was a bit of hazy determination.

"I got it. I got it." Pyro assured.

A mech walked by and took the third shot off her plating with such ease it made Odyssis snap out of her buzzed state. She looked at the mech and felt like she had seen him before.

"Hey! I was doing something here mech! Frag off! You lost me a cube!" She reconsidered the handsome mech, her facial expression turning lewd. "Unless you want to make a make-up bet?" She may have found her spike if she tried enough. And the way he was smirking himself made her think it would be a good shot.

"You have to forgive him. He can get a bit carried away. We've been bar-hopping...well, so he calls it." A voice next to her made her jump the second time. She looked over. A mech was leaning sideways against the counter, one leg crossed over the other, an arm draped over the edge holding his other hand in a matter of factly state. He was looking over at his so called friend who was now getting on the table.

He easily swiveled his helm to her, optics glowing crisply, smile lazy and undeniable. Odyssis caught her vent. Her spark slowly felt like it was going to explode as she became lost in them.

"You..."

"Me." He nodded. Zion didn't even move to take his cube when it was placed in front of him by the bartender.

Her optics were locked onto his. It was him. The no name mech. Oh Primus, she had to be overcharged if she was mistaking this mech for him. Wait. Her spark did the thing again. No, this wasn't a figment of her imagination.

Crimson platting too polished and perfected. Lithe and strong frame moving as he took the cube in clawed hand. His fingertips were so sharp. Her eyes flicked over his frame and couldn't deny the fire in her stomach. She had to recollect herself. "You...um..."

The smile grew even more. Her cheeks were already blushed, but now they were so blue she felt it burn.

"Yes, again, me." He took the liberty and mercifully stopped her torture. "I'm glad you recovered. I was worried but...had no way of contacting you."

"Oh." Oh. "Oh."

This was bad. She was stumbling so much over her words. What a fool she was. Thankfully Primus took mercy on her too. If that smile grew anymore on his face it would split his whole helm.

"Yes. Yes I am."

Zion stood straighter, closer and just diagonally of her. A loud curse had them looking over at his friend who spilled over the second shot stacked on top of him. Pyro barked a cry of victory before being herself. She looked away just in time to not witness her lapping up the engex from his pelvic plating.

"Oh, my Primus." She covered her optics in embarrassment. Stargazer wasn't even appalled. She had to be overcharged to be so lax.

A chuckle next to her brought her back to him. "They're having fun. However they have it let them be." There was something behind those words almost heavy but it was hidden too well.

"Yes, well, we're here for special reasons." She hoped her drunken attempt to start a conversation with the mystery mech was enough mercy to keep going. She took another swig of her cube.

"Ah, so are we. Thought to celebrate here. Even if the people don't suck...most of the time. Let's attempt a normal conversation, femme. What are you here to celebrate for?" He was so smooth with his sentences. Did he know he sounded like he was flirting? Did he know he sounded like he was perfect no matter what? Primus, he could talk about how wax is made in the factory and it would still make her spark do funny things.

"I recently was promoted at my office. A financing company. Help with stocks and whatnot. Been on a difficult project for a while and finally had a breakthrough. Took me a couple of long nights but..." A smile. "I'm good like that."

She was rewarded with a smile. "Numbers huh?" He seemed bashful. "I never was good with them. Being an advanced species and all hasn't really caught up with me I suppose." He took an easy swig of his drink as well.

"That's alright. That's why I was programmed the way I am." She looked at his drink narrowing her optics. The blend was curious. "Gold and silver? Don't you have expensive taste." She found herself easing into his presence. No longer was Odyssis taken aback by his sudden presence and found herself meshing with whatever was happening.

Zion paused and then glanced at his cube. It shimmered more than a normal blend. "Ah, good optic. Let me guess..." He critically looked at her own and made an undeniably...cute quizzical expression. She found herself staring. He looked so young somehow but he had to be the same build as her.

"It's shimmery that's for sure. So maybe...lithium?"

"Good guess. Mercury. It leaves a better taste on the glossa. Stays with you for a while." She offered the cube to him.

He took it in his clawed hand gently. It almost seemed like he was honored by the innocent gesture. "It's good, I promise." She assured.

Before he could take a sip, Pyro lobbing over to them, her arm looped around his friend's neck, interrupted him. He set it down. She was currently the stronger one of the two. "Hey! So I just-!" She paused realizing Odyssis was talking to a mech. An actual mech. She narrowed her optics. "Have we met before? I swear..."

Odyssis was good with numbers and paying attention to small details. Through her hazy state she could have sworn that Zion froze up. His lax stance locking up and being...defensive? It quickly dissipated with an ease she had never seen before.

"I have that sort of face." He easily smirked and Odyssis was relieved she wasn't the only one weak against his charms.

"Oh my Primus, you're the bastard!" She pointed a finger at his chest. She cringed.

His optics rounded in shock. "Pardon?"

"The mech that she can't stop fraggin' thinking about. Good Primus on fraggin' high no wonder you get those damned dreamy optics. Look at this fragger." A drunk sip of her drink.

Stargazer was gawking at him too. "Nice catch, 'sis. You still have taste."

Odyssis's world crashed around her as her friends went on and on. She felt like melting into the ground and never crawling out from the hole she wanted to hide in because of her idiot overcharged friend. "Unlike you, Pyro..." She moaned into her hands.

Zion however has a curl to his lips. He was humored truly. But deep down he was thinking. Odyssis realized this when she dared to look back up to him.

"I am honored you think of me in such a way, Pyro." He easily tried her name, catching it from Odyssis's hidden plea to just run away. She loved her friends but she was starting to think that this is why she was still single.

"That's nice." She bluntly confessed. "But 'sis claimed your aft. I got your friend here so it's an even call. So what, mech? Buy her another cube and be a fraggin' gentlemech, no name. Yeah, no name sounds good." She slurred. The mech in her clutches whined.

His friend was pleading with him with just his optics. Zion smirked and shrugged. "Of course." And so he did buy the next round. "I'll leave you to lovely Pyro, friend."

That was enough permission for the femme to take him to get another a drink. The mech cursed under his breath.

Odyssis found herself coming closer and closer to Zion as the celebration went on. Stargazer hadn't found a mech or held one within her clutches. Like Pyro did. But she was just innocent enough to ask Zion if she could feel his muscle cabling in his arm. He took it with such ease and chuckled when her vents huffed and a strained sound came from her vocalizer.

She was an innocent enough femme to please so easily.

Odyssis however felt something in her stomach flipping and flopping more and more. Watching his frame a little more closely noticing his facial expression, wanting to know what those lips tasted like when he spoke against her own.

She found herself maybe straying her hand to his arm as well. To this though Zion jumped and for a moment Odyssis thought he was repulsed. He had taken Stargazer's touch so easily so why…?

Hurt crossed her drunk features. Maybe a little more than she wanted to. It seemed like she was losing more control of her frame around him. It wasn't...all that bad of a feeling but it was something that drew concern. Just as much as when he realized what he had done.

For a moment blue and crystal optics locked and she found that no...it wasn't repulsion or stepping over a line. It was completely dancing over it. It was realization. She had touched him willingly. But never had she learned it this way before. Never would she think it would be a big deal but to this mech…it very much was.

It was like petting a feral petro dog realizing that, yes, touch could be nice and that the outstretched hand meant no harm but the opposite. Comfort.

This intimate moment lasted so long between them but to the outside world it was only a split second.

Odyssis fearlessly felt his arm for the second time never breaking away from his optics. Wordless the realization fully came to them both. It felt good to be this close. Almost as intoxicating as the high grade they were sipping on.

He turned towards her and dipped down kissing her. Her immediate reaction? She broke away slapping him. The group stopped conversing and watched in frozen shock. Odyssis blinked before she herself realized what she did. She placed her hands over her mouth. And laughed.

Zion however was still in a bit of a shocked state. He slowly looked back at her and realized it was only a reaction. He looked at Pyro who was giving him, what he thought, were all too sober dagger eyes, daring him to make another wrong move.

"Oh my Primus. I am so sorry. Really, I am-I'm not used...Sometimes mechs..."

Zion found comfort knowing she meant no harm. It was actually relieving. He placed a hand to his cheek and rubbed at it. "No, no, forgive me. I was rash with my actions."

He looked down at her with optics that were soft and forgiving. "You have quite a sting to your strike."

The group laughed along knowing everything was fine, although the daggers he felt from her friend were starting to dig a little more in the back of his helm. Hmn. Odyssis murmured another sincere apology and reinforced it with another cube of silver and gold laced energon.

Zion didn't mind one bit.

The night was winding down. More and more patrons of the bar left until it was only them. Pyro had left with his friend and Star had sobered up to take a transport home. Driving while she was so overcharged wasn't something she or her friends would allow. So now, it was only Zion and Odyssis and that called to part ways. But they never did. The night was long already. But the night didn't stop there. They couldn't, no matter how hard they tried to say a goodbye or lead up to a conclusion to their conversations.

He offered to walk her home and got home safely, confessing that he never wanted to see her in any danger again. Not that if he could help it. And that's when her spark became too big for her casing. Walking side by side down the street. Pressing his side against her own every so often in an eased presence. Maybe her buzzed state made the lights and sounds so sensitive but she felt her plating all too much. She felt his against hers like fireworks. Her steps were wavering but he remained steady next to her.

She didn't mind one bit. She felt so secure with such a strong mech nearby. She could spit in a gang members face and she would know nothing would touch her. Not even a vent. Not that she would do that to begin with.

"Have you lived here all your life?"

The conversation starter had her snapping out of her thoughts. "Oh, um, no actually. I'm from Iacon but my creators found work in the mines in Kaon so I had to migrate with them. I was still young. They work in the mines still. I moved where I could."

"I was about to say, you must have been out of your mind if you wanted to move from Iacon. It's the holy grail of dreams."

"What do you mean?" She never heard of that before.

"If you were created in Kaon, you see many terrible things. On the outside we are a working, harsh, city but deeper we're disgusting and terrible."

She hummed. "Well, every city is like that. Iacon had its bad parts."

"Kaon is one big bad part."

"What about you?" She tried.

"Hmn, I was a bastard."

Well now. "Oh."

"Sorry, was that too blunt?" He wasn't being sarcastic at all but very truthful. He was proper and polite. Something Odyssis found very attractive about him. Who was she kidding? He was perfect all around.

"No, no, I'm glad you find comfort telling me that..." Another wavering step. Her buzz felt...oddly good. She felt safe being so relaxed.

"I do. I grew up in the Youth centers. When I was old enough I...went onto better things I suppose." He hid something from her then and he didn't do it too well. The femme may have been overcharged but she was still attentive. She didn't like things being hidden or kept away from her but she wouldn't pry. Maybe it was sensitive material. He had told her enough anyhow.

"Well," she tilted her helm. "Bastard or not...I don't mind one bit." She confessed.

He didn't speak and kept walking at their easy pace.

Odyssis had to fill the silence. "It's...It's true I couldn't stop thinking about you. The terms of our last meeting were not all that...desirable but...Something...Something is..."

She didn't want to say it. Oh Primus, how cliche she sounded. Oh how immature like a little youngling in love. They were at her unit. She didn't even care they were where they would part ways soon. She had doubts they wouldn't. And that is when she found herself stopping and looking at him. He too was on the edge. He wanted to know what she was going to say.

As if to confirm he too felt the same. And that was more than enough to continue.

"Something is between us…?" She offered quietly. Her mind felt more drunk than she had all night. Her voice felt fuzzy. "Not...not like..." She reset herself. "Do you feel our sparks…?"

Zion looked hesitant but he drew closer to her. He was careful and slow. Her spark leap and she had to place a hand on her chest. Her vents were on her lips now. "How naive am I now?" Odyssis whispered.

Zion shook his helm. The stress in his shoulders fell. He ignored her question, as optics flicked over her heated face. "You feel it too." His heavy, relieved words fell on her lips.

Odyssis offlined her optics tasting them by closing her lips lightly. Warm and genuine. "Ever since I met you…? Fate?" She offered.

"Whatever it is...I do not care." He took her into his arms and pressed desperate lips to her own. She didn't fight back and she rather liked it that way. She was willing to let go of her mind and frame and do what it wished.

She was whisked away to her unit. Wrapped in those strong arms. She didn't even care he remembered her code as he fumbled at the panel lamely. She opened the door with numbed actions, her frame wanting to solely be with the one before her. They almost tripped over one another as they stumbled into her unit. The lights remained off. The dark of the room was comforting. The blue of his optics were enough to know she would never be harmed in such light.

Zion closed the door to her unit with his back, hiking up her legs to loop around his waist. Desperately Odyssis gripped his face within clawed hands. She tasted his lips and breathed in his scent. "Your name. Please." She begged.

He groaned upon that beg. It was only a taste of what she would sound like soon. But he sobered up quickly.

Primus, how he wanted to tell her. What if she knew who he was if he said his name? Clearly, by now, she did not know and recognize who he was. Perhaps she did not take part in the entertainment of the gladiatorial pits.

If he said his name then she asked around...It would surely ruin the image she held of him. And that hurt his spark more than any blow he had suffered from. He wanted to remain as a mysterious mech whos spark was taken by a lovely femme. Not a killer. Not a murderer praised by so many.

She deserved to know his name. The one who saved her life that night. And maybe...just to ease her mind of the mystery he so wanted to hold onto.

He couldn't be selfish. That was not him. But oh, how he wanted to stay in this dream...

Even if for a moment he could live outside of hell to taste the heaven that was this femme then so be it. He was ready for the morning to come after. He was so ready for the reality to hit afterward. But for now he tasted her just the same, breathed her in and tasted the electric buzz that came from her as he bit her neck cables and tasted her cleanser. He could deal with her denial and hate towards him in the morning.

Just to have her for a moment.

And so he confessed. "Zion. It is Zion of Kaon." He returned desperate actions. The buzz of highgrade made him swim in the hazy need building in him. Never had he thought it would come to this. Never would he think he would be here now. He was much too sober in his other life. It made him giddy and it made him think that, yes this was a dream he never wanted to wake up from. A mistake? Maybe. A regret? Never.

He would take her just as she wished to be taken. They made it to the berth in a flurry of desperate and hungry motions that felt just too right. A rushing of mirrored touchings and pettings. Gasps escaped her as he touched her panel. He dipped down nipping at her stomach plating. She held his helm and dragged him down harder.

"Let me scream your name."

Zion groaned upon this. A sound deep from his chest. Untamed and raw.

She sat up cupping his face in her own hands. The light from his optics gently highlighted her expression. It was drunk. Not on high grade, but the pull that he too felt. He rose above her and continued to capture her lips. His glossa flicked over her denta and her mouth. She tasted so sweet. The mercury upon her glossa stung. She was right. It did leave a lovely taste.

"Who am I to deny such a delicious femme?"

She tilted her helm back and gripped his shoulders. "Take me then."

Zion set to his work. Slow and through. He watched as she came undone so quickly. Quiver around his fingers and stimulate her valve. His spike had since pressurized. His spark pounded and thudded. This was somehow not enough. It called to her own soul. Her very being. But in no way would he be so careless. Bonding was a pleasure those meant for mates. For life partners.

This was but a pleasure of lust...but somehow that wasn't a right word for this.

Zion had done as he was told and took her. She squirmed and gasped as he moved against her back, sliding in and out of her slick valve. She was beautiful. Her hands clawed at the berth desperately. Zion smirked, watching as her spinal strut bowed to angle him just right for her. He lovingly laved at her neck making sure the pain mixed with the pleasure. He growled biting down harshly. The gladiator was reward with a startled moan.

He slammed a fist down next to her helm as he pushed harder. She was not scared. She wasn't afraid. His frame, lithe and powerful rolled into and against her.

Muscle relays wound tight within his frame. Condensation built upon their frames as they became hotter than the air around them. His huffed vents were peppered with hot steam.

"Zion...more..." She mewled. Her vocalizer cracked.

He obeyed moving faster and harder. She groaned out going on her elbows. Desperately she kept close to him shifting his angle. "There...please...oh Primus."

"Odyssis..." It felt so good to moan her name. Offering his voice to her alter. Did she feel what he felt? The rising storm within him ready to release. So soon and so close? Did she feel the way his frame sang so close to her own? Did she feel what he felt? "Release to me." He rumbled deeply in her audio. His optics had since tinged with white. Those striking blues gave way to icy white.

The other hand had slipped fingers into her mouth. She obeyed biting down as the waves finally crashed down over her. She quivered and shook falling into the berth.

She was beautiful and perfect. Something he could never dream of. He had almost wished he had seen her face. Seen what he could do to her. What he could feel with her.

His own release came and went and carefully he fell atop her. Heavy and limp. She didn't seem to mind his hefty frame one bit. She tilted her helm to the side, her vents breathy and short. A smile crawled to her lips. Drunk and lazy. Zion couldn't see it fully but from what he saw it made his spark leap. He clutched her close, gently kissing the side of her mouth and her audial fin.

"Zion..."

"Odyssis..."

She reached towards the hand that had fallen next to her helm, clutched it, and placed gentle kisses upon the knuckles. The femme opened his hand and kissed his palm so unaware of what they were truly meant for. The femme trailed her lips over the fingers, careful of the tips. He watched with heavy optics, the sensations driving a deep calm into him.

"Be here in the morning." She told him.

Zion had no doubts he would. Anything she needed or wanted he felt he would do it in a sparkbeat. So unlike his other life, if he was given a command by her, by Primus and fates he would do it. Anything for the being below him.

Anything.

"Make me feel something, something..."