Sunstreaker wouldn't have believed he would have found such amusement in observing his human charges. He started when he began to hear rumors about the female Jessie doing things that were considered beyond her role of attendant only to confirm that she was doing that and much more, including getting her female friends to do the same. Artie, he found, had a penchant for male companions. Clarence an addiction to the fights that ate through the creds he had held back from the Autobot as he made bets that were far beyond his income.

The Autobot was forced to intervene. Clarence stopped going to the fights when Sunny had a rather one-sided conversation with the male about what would happen to him if he failed to quit, a threat of a more personal involvement in the fighting matches that he wouldn't have lasted through.

And Alexis ignored his warnings regarding the Vildan. She also didn't come to him as he supposed, didn't seek him out the physical satisfaction that she was obviously in need of. Displeased by her lack of response, and her unexpected, what he realized rather stunned, rejection, he retaliated by watching her more closely.

The two ate together. They talked. Alexis listened to the Vildan and desired his company, even despite what Sunny had told her, even after she had read up on their culture. She would rather spend her time with an emotionally withdrawn and passionately repressed alien than him. The female was obviously malfunctioning.

He still followed and watched her now and again, knowing that the craving he felt for the female but had always been capable of denying was becoming harder to suppress. The femmes weren't able to entertain him as they once were. And the longer Alexis denied what he wanted from her, the more determined he became to have her.

It was several months later of his covert observations that he followed her to one of the fights. The dismissal he had felt but had been too sure of himself to truly acknowledge came back with a fury. She never went to any of his matches. She never watched him with awe. She never looked at him in the concerned way that she did the Vildan.

Perhaps that was when he considered damaging the male. Several days after the fighting match, he saw the two talking rather intimately only for the Vildan to return a short while after and disappear inside Alexis' quarters for several hours.

A darkness of emotion came that strangled and saturated his body with fierce thoughts that demanded action. And now here he was, a blade stretched along the expanse of the Vildan's throat, his personal guards unconscious below their feet.

The corridor they were in was isolated and cut off and not far from the Vildan's own quarters. Sunstreaker had followed him, his scanners on maximum as he tried to ascertain exactly what the two had been up to for those hours. His processor wouldn't stop with imagery, and it was pushing him back toward an unavoidable irritation that he wouldn't tolerate.

"She's not for you," Sunstreaker rasped, the sound of his humanized voice still an oddity that he was not accustomed to. He enjoyed watching the thick droplets of blue blood that escaped the thin cut of the organic's flesh.

The fleshy moved quickly and managed to grab Sunstreaker's blade with a flick of the wrist and throw it behind them where it embedded itself deeply into the floor. Twisting Sunstreaker's hands away and back, he punched out in a quick volley of rapid hits that landed squarely on the Autobot's chest. He then thrust his right fist up, connecting with Sunstreaker's jaw.

Surprised at the black spots he saw in his human form, the daze that followed and the taste of copper that coated the roof of his mouth, he backed up, eyes narrowing. He could have stopped the attack and even avoided it, but he wanted to see what the Vildan was capable of. Done with that tactic, he grabbed his blaster.

But he wasn't the only one holding a weapon. The Vildan pointed a sleek-looking handgun at Sunny, his head cocked to the side, his overly watchful eyes on the Autobot. The organic's personal guard began to regain consciousness. After a glance at their master, they limped off.

"It is you that is not meant for her," the Vildan finally spoke with a surety that had nothing to do with pride. He kept his sharp gaze on the Autobot's weapon but showed little concern. "She has thought of someone else, but I know that her feelings for this person are far more complicated than anything you would be able to engender in her."

Sunstreaker was really beginning to despise the calm manner of speech of the male. And the idea that the red-skinned creature was privy to something that he wasn't added further contempt. He smiled, despite the insult, despite wondering whom the fleshy was talking about. He couldn't be alluding to his brother. In the end though, it hardly mattered.

Narrowing his eyes and flicking his free hand slowly through his blond hair, he stood straighter, his chest puffed up, his smirk in place. He was certainly better looking than the Vildan in any form. His eyes were brighter and definitely more preferred in their greenish blue hue, his features and chiseled bodily structure carefully chosen and created. He was perfect in height, in build and in appearance.

If Alexis found his brother attractive, she must find him devastatingly stunning. Probably why, like most females, she had a hard time interacting with him. They were far too overwhelmed by his attractiveness, something that could make things a little too easy to get what he wanted. But he always got what he wanted. Always.

When his thoughts rushed ahead to the inevitable, his shoulders dropped with a momentary twinge of disappointment. Because he knew that he would get her, and that banality and boredom would soon follow. That didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy things while they were interesting though.

Taking on a more comfortable stance, he addressed the Vildan, his confidence strong and sure and far from running out, "Yet it will be I who has her in the end, who will have her shaking with want and begging for completion."

The male blinked slowly, his mouth pressing together tightly before he spoke. His words were almost indulgent, a form of condolence lining their evenly placed inflections. "If you truly believe that, then why are you here wasting time with these unnecessary threats and not with her now?"

"Because for someone as brilliant as she believes you are, you are incredibly inane. Approach her again, and I will kill you."

The Vildan's head lifted a little, his watchful orbs drifting away from the Autobot's weapon before boldly bringing his attention up to Sunstreaker's calculating gaze. "No. You won't. If you intended to kill me, you would have done so already."

"I have never killed someone over a female, especially not one as insignificant as Alexis," Sunny easily reasoned.

"And yet the thought of her with another is enough to bring you to this unfortunate state," he said, his calm tone sullied with a hint of mockery.

Sunstreaker huffed, "I only wanted this understood between us. And if you don't understand, you will when she leaves this station with me."

"I understand Alexis. I think it is you that does not."

That was it. Avoiding the discharged weapon fire, he shoved the Vildan's hand to the side and held the weapon firmly to the side. Sunstreaker thrust his head forward, ignoring the sharp spots and the unnecessary pain, pleasure found when blood gushed out of the fleshy's nose.

"I don't have to understand her to have her. And have her, I will."

"You heard?" Sunstreaker asked Alexis as soon as her door slid open. He saw the small knapsack she had on her bed. He had interrupted the packing process and still a couple of articles of clothing rested along the side, some folded, some not.

Her brows creased and she looked at him with momentary confusion. The confusion cleared, but a form of uneasiness had her in its grip, one that was different from usual, a flicker of nervousness apparent. He was too preoccupied with the reason he came to Alexis to bother with her peculiar state.

"The debt has been paid off. Yes, I heard," she replied softly.

"Obviously, that is why you're packing," he said loftily.

She looked him over, suddenly mindful that he was using his pseudo human form. Alexis swallowed hard. Bringing her hands up, she placed her hair back in a ponytail, tilting the smooth line of her pale neck to him as she did so.

He had never been one to deny himself anything he wanted. And while wanting the human had been something he had not been willing to tolerate, he was certainly past the denial. He didn't care anymore. And it wasn't as if he hadn't had some strange carnal encounters in the past that he had enjoyed. He was too curious, too ready. The encounter with the Vildan had cleared him free of any lingering objections. That was why he pushed through the small crack of her door, why he slammed his hand backwards and made the door slide shut behind him.

Backing Alexis up, she tripped and fell into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He got on his knees, pressing his nose against the middle of her belly, his hands on either side of her thighs as he breathed in deep. She smelled delicious. Alexis wore no perfume, no lotions, just the rawness of her own flesh that permeated his nostrils and made his belly clench. He felt the rise and fall of her chest, felt her try to remove herself and get away.

"Stop, I only want..."

He brought his inflamed eyes up to her own. Alexis sucked in her breath, her cheeks budding with color. He understood now that he couldn't treat her like his other conquests. And yet the desperate, primal need of possession that Sunstreaker felt for the female demanded he had her right now, demanded he merge with her so profoundly that whenever she had another Alexis would always think of him, never able to get beyond what he had been able to bring out of her, what he had made her feel and succumb to. He would give Alexis what she thought she wanted. Let her see a part of him that he rarely presented. It would make him vulnerable and exposed, but it would also leave him the victor of her body, a compromise that the Autobot was most willing to make.

His fingers were drawing lines on her arms. Still she sat there with eyes wide, too shocked to move. He got between her knees, his mouth tracing the path his fingers had once been when he restrained her forcibly. She sucked in a loud breath and finally responded by crawling away.

He followed. And when she tried to leave the bed, he grabbed her arm. She looked at him, her skin white, her breaths a tantalizing rhythm that had his eyes traveling. Alexis only had a tank top on and a pair of long shorts that left enough of her legs exposed that he felt the need to touch. His fingers found the smooth flesh of her ankle. An unexpected explosion of desire hit him, forcing a breath to escape between his parted lips.

She shook her head and pushed his hands off her. Alexis just didn't understand. But she was going to soon enough. Tugging on her arm as gently as he could manage, Sunstreaker brought her back to him.

"Relax, Alexis."

"Stop, I don't..."

He covered her mouth with his hand, using his other to situate her back down on the bed. His mouth found her shoulder, and he tasted the flesh of her skin. She shivered, struggled and screeched, managing to bring her legs up in front of her body before she impacted with the wall behind her. Sunny moved closer, pushing her legs to the side and leaned over her.

"Put your hands on me," he said to her, his voice a rasp of breath.

Sunstreaker felt stiff, felt feverish, as if his flesh was going to burn from the inside out. If Alexis didn't touch him soon, he was going to lose what little restraint he had.

Alexis bit into the flesh of his palm and feeling her tongue inadvertently make contact with his skin made his body shudder.

She bit him again, harder this time, reminding him that she was not his usual submissive female, and that she wasn't about to do as he demanded. He only saw that as a challenge. When Alexis understood the things that he would be able to do to her, the rewards for obeying him, Alexis would relinquish complete control to him.

He laughed at his own musings, knowing they were far from the truth. Alexis wouldn't submit to him, not yet, not anytime soon. His laughter startled her out of her dazed state, giving her an opportunity to push him away and get off the bed.

Alexis tried to leave the room, tried to reach her tablet and activate the holo-disruptor, but he was far too quick for her.

"Do men not do it for you?" he mocked her. His hands were by either side of her body, trapping her in front of him and the left side wall. He didn't even need to make contact to force her to remain still. She watched him. Her hair was now a mess around her shoulders, her clothes disheveled. Alexis' eyes were vivid with emotions and unsaid words and enough fear to elicit a pleasurable rush that pivoted down his body, hovering and throbbing.

"You're not a man," she whispered out. "And I want you to leave," she said firmly, her eyes flashing with a strength that would have short-circuited a lesser being.

"Do you?" Sunstreaker chuckled. His left hand moved swiftly, shifting behind the back of her waist and moving up and underneath the cloth of her shirt, stilling on the small of her naked back. Alexis' head tilted back when he unleashed a small spark of his energy, her eyes widening.

"I..." she tried to speak but failed.

Sunstreaker watched her as he increased his energy flow. Alexis closed her eyes, her ragged breathing stilling into a controlled inhale and exhale. Certainly not the reaction he wanted. If she was a femme, she would have been trembling and begging for more. But something about her physiology and his was not combining into the uncontrollable lust induced state as it should have. And while it was certainly filling him with further lust and his mind with vulgar, indecent images of what he wanted from the female, she was not experiencing the same.

Not willing to lose it before she did, he retracted his hand. Alexis remained motionless with her eyes closed. The Autobot got immediate ideas. He shifted her closer and brought her up and against his body. A glimmer of understanding came from the meeting of their bodies. Alexis' eyes shot up, feeling and understanding exactly how much power he had let her have with the sharp planes of his affected body.

"I think you should leave," Alexis spoke up, her voice stronger as she pushed him against his chest. Forcing him back, her eyes darted to the tablet that peeked out from underneath her bed. "Please, leave," she begged further, her eyes dropping away from him in embarrassment, making him too mindful of the torturous state of his body.

"No. I want you." He wasn't leaving. Nothing would make him leave.

Alexis' eyes blinked hard at that, surprised at his confession, but now looking more despondent. He truly didn't get human females. That statement alone was usually enough to have femmes willing and half desperate from the need of him.

"I don't want you, Sunstreaker. I never have."

He rolled his eyes at that statement, hardly believing. "You wanted my brother, wanting me is even easier."

"He at least had moments of kindness, of thoughtfulness, you..." She frowned and looked at him with sorrowful reproach. "All you care about is yourself. I admit, I should have made it more clear that nothing is ever going to happen between us. But I truly thought it was just another way that you were trying to discombobulate me, to try to exploit me." Alexis shook her head, far from pleased with herself. "I should have called security the moment you barged into my quarters. I suppose that you are supposed to be my guardian keeps blinding me to who, to how you really are."

His back stiffened into a sharp line, his arms involuntarily folded in front of his chest. He spoke softly, his words thick and menacing and full of scorn, "And this Vildan, I suppose he gives you kindness, and you..." He narrowed his eyes. "What exactly do you give him in exchange? Your mouth? Your hands? Your body?"

"Yes," Alexis spoke with sudden ferocity, making his blood surge anew before it turned ice-cold. "I gave him everything and in my bed, where you will never have..."

His contained anger jostled loose, and he slapped her, finding an outlet of expression for the suffocating affront.

Her hand went to her face, the pale skin already tinting a light crimson from where his hand had struck. She lifted her head, her eyes welling with involuntary liquid.

Alexis was so weak, so vulnerable, so delicate. He despised her. He desired her. He pitied her. He craved her still.

She took in a long breath through her nose and spoke quietly, her hand smashing against the wall and making the door slide open, "Leave."

Sunstreaker was halfway to his quarters when he understood that Alexis had figured out and then lied about one of the few things that would make him go. His fury dissipated enough so that he could think more clearly. Sunny recognized what she was trying to do, his ego stroked because the Autobot just knew that he couldn't have been wrong. He made his way back to her quarters, several ideas for retribution clawing through his thoughts and turning his previously slow steps into a swagger.

By the time he returned though, the room was cleared out and Alexis was gone.