Authors Notes- And here I am back again with another story. This time featuring one of my fave pairings. This time I'm writing for the Arcee/Knock Out ship. As you can gather by now I don't own Transformers Prime. That belongs to Hasbro. Now I'm going to warn you now this story will not only feature some sexual themes but some really dark themes. If that's not your cuppa tea then this is where we part ways but I'll remember our time fondly. Now that we got that out of the way here is the first chapter of Hush.
Chapter I: Our Little Secret.
"Arcee? Hey, Arcee." Jack spoke as the teen looked up at his partner. "Earth to Arcee, hellooo."
"H-huh?" Arcee murmured, jerked from her thoughts, and looking down at Jack. "Sorry Jack did you say something?" she asked.
"I asked if you could hand me that screwdriver." Jack repeated, pointing at said screwdriver. Arcee looked to where the screwdriver lay before handing it to him as the boy continued to sit at his work table in his garage working on his bike.
Arcee peered through one of the garage windows, noting the sun was slowly descending turning the sky a shade of orange, soon it would it be night time. And soon, in a few hours Jack would be heading to bed. And while any other time Arcee really wouldn't care when the teen retired for the night, leaving her alone in the garage. But, tonight Arcee had an... 'arrangement' with someone. One neither Jack or the rest of Team Prime knew about. One that had her sneaking out of the garage to go to. Knowing that if she Ground bridged to her meeting place she would no doubt get caught, and if Arcee was being honest she wouldn't be able to lie.
And if she told anyone be it Jack or her fellow Autobots about her late night meetings with him. Well, she knew they wouldn't understand. Hell, there were times when she didn't quite understand it either. Why him? What was it about the person she was meeting that was so intriguing, what drew her to him?
"You okay, Arcee?" Jack asked, breaking the silence that had fallen between the two.
"Yeah, why?" she asked.
"Well, you just seem lost in thought a lot, is all. And you've had this faraway look in your optics while at the base."
He wouldn't understand. Arcee told herself, frowning slightly. She nodded. "I'm all right, just got a lot on my mind right now."
"About what?" Jack asked, stopping what he was doing to look at her.
In the last few weeks Jack and, well a lot of Arcee's fellow Autobots had noticed Arcee had been acting odd lately. Sure, when it came to missions and fighting against the Decepticons she always gave her all, and she was still always there for him when he needed her most. But lately she seemed so lost in thought, and sometimes Jack would notice scuffs on her armor. And other times she'd have this guilty look on her faceplate whenever he asked her about it. Was Arcee hiding something from him?
Jack stopped what he was doing to look to his partner once more. Did she not know that she could always tell him if something was wrong?
"Nothing, Jack just...stuff." Arcee told him.
Jack continued to stare up at her, silence filling between them before Jack heaved a sigh and got to his feet, yawning, stretching his arms above his head. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his phone before looking to Arcee. "Well, I think I'm going to call it a night." He told her.
Arcee blinked. "Already?" She asked, surprised.
"What do you mean?" Jack asked, holding out his phone to her. Arcee glanced at it, seeing that it was 10:30. Wow, she hadn't realized how much time had passed. "It's a school night." Jack reminded her.
"Right goodnight, Jack, see you in the morning." She told him.
"Good night, Arcee."
And with that Jack closed the door, leaving Arcee alone. She sat there and waited, wanting to make certain that Jack was asleep before she snuck out. After a few more minutes of listening and when she was certain that Jack was asleep Arcee pried open the garage door and crept out, glancing left and right before transforming, and driving down the road. If she was lucky he would be waiting for her this time. The last few times they had planned to meet up he had been late. Not that she could blame him, much like her he probably also found it hard to sneak away. Even harder for him since he was the only medic the Decepticons, and Arcee was certain there were times Megatron kept him on a short leash. Oh, what the warlord would think if he ever discovered that Knock Out was fraternizing with the enemy. And what would your fellow Autobots think?
She thought to herself as she drove down the road. Arcee could just imagine the looks the rest of the Autobots would give her, and that was why she could never let them find out. No matter what. But that thought brough forth another question. Why a Decepticon? And why did it have to be Knock Out? If Arcee was being honest when it came to...scratching a certain itch it wasn't like she didn't have options amongst the Autobots. She had seen the way Smokescreen had been looking at her as of late. And she was sure that if she asked Bumblebee would be more than happy to help her out. Hell, even Wheeljack was an option, very low on the list, but he was one.
But no, of all the Cybertronians a Decepticon. A mech she had clashed with on several different occasions including earlier today. Where Knock Out had used his saw to slash her in the side. Arcee remembered the anger she had felt as energon dripped from the wound in her side, pain radiating from it. And when the battle had been over she wondered to herself once again why she chose him as she limped through the ground bridge. Knock Out was cruel, sadistic, and dangerous. And she knew if he was given a chance he would turn her into the Decepticons in a spark-beat.
She had told herself that on more than one occasion that she should stop, to end it, leave him in the dust before either side found out. And she had tried, but Arcee couldn't help but feel drawn to the red mech. After what seemed like forever she finally came to a heavily forested area, a place she was familiar with, a place both Arcee and Knock Out frequented when they were on their little...dates. Transforming Arcee looked around before disappearing into the darkened forest, optics scanning the woods.
"So, you've finally arrived." Knock Out's smooth voice spoke from behind her. Turning around she watched as the mech in question stepped out of the shadows. "I was beginning to think you were going to stand me up." He stalked towards her, a faint smile on her lips.
"Couldn't slip away until Jack went to bed." Arcee told him.
Knock Out chuckled, standing before her now, that same smug look on her faceplate, the same look he work when he slashed her in the side, his optics catching sight of the of the freshly welded would. His fingers brushing against it.
"I keep forgetting you're tasked with being a babysitter to some human. Honestly I can't imagine why and the rest of the Autobots would want these things roaming around with you all the time." He said, pulling her into his arms, Arcee's hands resting on his chest.
"You'd be surprised how help they can be...sometimes." Arcee told him.
Knock Out only shook his head. "That maybe but we both know that neither of us came here to talk." As he said this the red mech pressed Arcee up against a large tree, lips pressed firmly against hers.
And Arcee wasted no time returning the kiss. A low moan escaping her as Knock Out deepened the kiss, Arcee's fingers digging into the seams of his plating, while his hands slid down her sides. The kiss seemed to last forever before they both broke away, looking deep into their optics.
There was no love between them, they knew they were destined to be enemies until the day they died. But right here, right now there was no war, it was just the two of them. And Knock Out and Arcee were going to enjoy every single moment they could get before they were forced to be enemies once more. Smirking down at Arcee, Knock Out shoved the femme roughly against the tree, a hungry look on his faceplate as he kissed her once more. And in that short moment together the two of them were going to get the most out of it, enough to last them a while before the met again.
And as Knock Out pressed himself flush against the femme, Arcee couldn't help the familiar twinge in her spark as she let out a gasp, fingers digging into his plating once more, she couldn't help but want more, even though she knew that was impossible. Shoving these thoughts from her mind she focused on the now, on the mech before her, and tried to forget everything else.
Authors Notes- And thus concludes the first chapter of Hush. Sorry it's not super great, but I hope you liked it, and this is The Exhausted Writer signing off, have a good night.