The femme was fast, faster than any Decepticon could keep up with, at least physically. Physiologically, however...

There was no telling how many times he hid behind a rockface or tree watching while his peers stupidly tried to capture her. He knew better; she was uncapturable. They said it couldn't be done. Only two bots ever had success at doing so. Airachnid and Starscream. No one else had that luck. It was like trying to catch a star when one reached out towards the sky as it shined bright but it was too far, too mighty of a flame to ever be touched by mere mortals. She couldn't be caught and that's what he liked about her.

Stroking himself as she outmaneuvered her enemies with style, Pyro merely watched the fire burning but knew he would be a fool to do anything aside from watch. He could dream about her but it would never be the same as the real bot. He never expected it to happen anyways. Arcee never liked Cons since the faction was formed. How would she take to a Vehicon madly in love with her? Probably a blaster right to his face.

Ejaculating into the brush, he slid down the tree to sit overheated in his own pitiful way. He found it hard to stand out with his legs shaking post-overload. "Damn."

"What are you doing?"

He fell back from the tree he had been leaning on and crawled aways in a panic as there before him stood his crush who was currently pointing a blaster in his face...as he predicted. He was speechless but refused to fight back. If he was to go out in the shame, he wouldn't dare hurt his goddess.

Arcee peered between his tense posture and the blatantly visible spike and she understood immediately what he was up to. "If you've been spying on me, you aren't going to be any better off than your friends."

Pyro had nothing that could lessen his situation. Anything he said would either potentially get him killed or would absolutely ensure he was killed. He slowly shook his head.

"I meant no disrespect. I can't...I...um...forgive me," he muttered ashamed.

He sensed something change among her, especially when she peered around to see if anybody was around. Then she addressed him. "Normally, I don't do this but I'm a bit stressed today. Here's the deal, Decepticon, we keep this secret between us. You want me so bad then prove it. Try anything that endangers me though and I will blow your head off. Am I clear?"

He stood up slowly not to spook her as he frantically nodded, "Absolutely! Anything for you. I really mean no harm. I just...I just have a crush-"

"Believe me, many people do. You aren't the first bot to do this, by the way, and I don't think you'll be the last. But unlike them, you're the lucky winner," she winked.

Arcee noticed his spike hardening again before the sound of her interface panel retracting to reveal her forbidden valve made him almost purr instinctively. Pyro lifted up his servos to caress her but remembered that it was probably a bad move to do so without her permission and retracted them to have them fall to his side. But then she grabbed them and placed them on her hips.

"You can touch me if you want."

With her permission, he found himself at a loss of what to do for a brief second because he was partially convinced he was dreaming. His claws traced the outline of her curves down before using his thumbs to caress her inner thighs. He looked at her to make sure it was okay and the sultry look he received was his wordless cue to continue.

Dipping one servo down, he stroked her valve petals and was amused as she gripped his wrist in response, giving a small whine when he entered a digit. At the same time, he nearly jumped upon his spike being taken in her palm. If this was a dream, he hoped it never ended.

The faster he went, the more she stroked him and he heard her give a rare gasp, bringing her servo from his wrist to her mouth. Pyro found the gesture cute and leaned into her before she clenched her thighs threatening to break his arm with a shiver. He almost overloaded right there from the visual alone.

Pyro thought on the fact that he had almost the most beautiful bot at his mercy; the things he could do was now unlimited to his imagination. There was one thing he always wanted to try and hopefully, Arcee would be open to it too.

Kneeling down, he gestured for Arcee to open her legs and she hesitantly did so. He pressed his faceplates to her valve and let her hold his helm in place to rub against him. Despite not having a mouth, he always wanted to see what it was like from this angle and he wasn't complaining seeing her arch and peer down at him lustfully. It was totally worth the lack of pleasure on his end though he began to make up for it by resuming stroking himself.

Arcee gave him a look of endearment. "You really know how to please a girl."

"I wouldn't make this experience any less gratifying. You deserve the world, my darling Arcee."

He almost laughed a little how he didn't think his voice would vibrate against her as she pressed against the tree more biting her lip with a moan. With a pleased sound, she forced him to stand and turned to present her aft to him which he stared at longer than he should have.

"Are-are you sure?"

"You want it or not?" She said a bit impatiently.

Pyro could tell she didn't mean to be rude but him stalling as someone who was crazy about her wasn't the best example of his determination. He didn't argue with her and gripped her hips with one servo, sliding inside the slick opening. He placed the other servo above her to lean on the tree as he started his pace.

Hearing Arcee moan set his spark ablaze and greedily sought to dominate her since she grew even happier when he sped up. She positioned one of her arms against the tree to prevent her cheek from scraping into the bark as Pyro showed no mercy.

"Arcee?" A voice suddenly yelled in the distance.

They paused and carefully peered out of the shelter of the forest to see Optimus surveying the remains of the battlefield looking for her. Pyro grew a bit fearful for if the Prime caught him interfacing Arcee, he would think the Vehicon was raping her and Pyro knew just how protective the Autobot leader could be of his teammates.

Pyro suddenly muffled a moan as he felt Arcee buck back against him, urging him to continue. With the seductive look he received, he was reminded she was a daredevil. He quickly remembered another reason why he fell in love with her, and he pushed his fears aside so he wouldn't disappoint her.

What they were doing was nothing short of a war crime on some planets where intercourse among fighting factions was punishable by death if caught. But he didn't care about the potential repercussions. He wanted Arcee badly and he didn't stop even with her superior nearby.

Hearing her mutter her moans into her arm as he drew close so her back arched against her chest, Pyro sank to the hilt and drew back to the tip before slamming into her. Over and over, he repeated the movement with his spike suffering from her squeezing him. The warmth of her valve felt nothing less than exotic like a forbidden vessel of pleasure he yearned for years to take. His spike was coated in lubricant, a gorgeous sight to see.

"You're beautiful," he whispered next to her audio. "So beautiful."

Pyro saw her smile in the corner of his optic visor and she raised a servo to press his cheek plating against her own by holding the other side of his helm. He relished the touch and she gave a soft cry when his ridged spike hit several nodes. It was a magnificent sight to bear witness to; a treasure he would keep in his memory files forever.

"Arcee?" The Prime called again, going closer but in a different area of the forest line. They were still shaded enough to blend in with the shadows but it was only an amount of time before they were caught.

Pyro snickered as he reached around her waist and down to her valve from the front. Playing with the folds as he spread her wide made her purr and she covered his servo with her own to force him to continue in a more aggressive manner. The response was surprising and he held her close to paw at her valve and waist.

Abruptly, she overloaded with a silent scream, gripping his servo hard as he refused to stop his pace to chase his own. Lubricant and transfluid left puddles in the dirt of the forest as Optimus stood nearby concerned like the naïve mech he was at the moment. If only he knew his lieutenant was screwing a mere Decepticon trooper. Wouldn't that just blow the Matrix of Leadership right out his chest plates in shock.

Pyro followed shortly after, enjoying the ripples of the valve in its aftermath and releasing all his transfluid into her possessively.

"Was I good, my darling?"

Arcee pressed against him to his delight. "I suppose so...but maybe I might need another loyalty check someday with my biggest fan."

He chuckled as she teased him. By the time Optimus was within a hundred feet of them, Arcee came stumbling out of the words as clean as she could be and explained to her leader of the delay. She claimed she had chased a soldier into the woods but lost him.

Pyro merely watched amused. Well, she wasn't wrong technically. He hoped to see her again and he wouldn't do anything less if his dear Arcee called upon him for more fun. He would admire her for as long as his spark beat.

AN: Ehehehehehehe, fuckers.