Pairing: TFP Arcee/Optimus/Megatron

Rating: Mature

Details/Themes: Love triangle, mentions of mating, rivalry, taunting

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It had been so long since she ever considered having a sparkmate much less having a sparkling. The war put a huge hold on anything related to persona options. There was once Springer whom she had a fling with but he parted with her respectfully when she was too busy to go further. Before she chose sides, Megatron was one of her secret crushes until the oppression-to-tyranny thing kind of forced her to go Autobot moral-wise. Optimus was up there too but one problem she had with him was that he was like family to her. After years of refuge and acting as a team, it felt a little awkward. She could get past it though.

When Cybertronians chose or at least considered a mate, they would press their fore-helms together and gaze into each other's optics to ensure their potential partner that they acknowledge them. Unfortunately, sometimes this would cause others to get somewhat jealous and aggressive. Being that she had made both Optimus and Megatron significant options only enhanced their disapproval towards one another.

Megatron purred as she peered into his optics, red to blue. The pink highlights embedded in them made the colors glow harmoniously. He loved everything about her, from her admirably fierce personality to her brass, brains, brawn, and beauty.

Suddenly, he growled and slowly peered upward from her as Optimus approached, wearing what could be described as a determined frown. "What do you want, Prime?"

"Arcee is a part of my team therefore it is a necessity that I make sure she is okay. It concerns me that you would take such an interest in her for anything but a queen," Optimus silently snarled.

"Well pardon me, I didn't know I wasn't allowed to experience any sensitive emotions without some cruel objective or dismissive subjection in mind. Besides, I wouldn't dare force that title on her if she didn't want it. That's optional."

Arcee shook her helm, "Alright boys, calm down. Your acting aggressive and stupid and if both of you don't back the hell off, somebody's getting their ass whooped today…by me."

Both the Prime and the warlord peered down at her with sympathy and muttered in unison, "Sorry."

"Now then," she cooed, gesturing for both mechs to kneel and lean closer. They obeyed and she pressed both their cheeks against hers, nuzzling both of them. They responded pleasurably but when they made eye contact with one another, both made almost inaudible grunts. Arcee somewhat frowned and slapped the underside of their chins which she was cradling in both servos.

"Hey, no growling. You know I've been thinking, technically as long as I don't spark bond with either of you I'm not mated yet so if you really want to prove who is superior, I would love to have a few test runs…see who's more compatible with my liking. I believe humans call it a 'date' or something along those lines."

Both mechs' cheeks heated up and crooked smiles slightly embedded onto their faceplates in a flustered manner. Of course once they saw the other thinking the same thing, their smirks disappeared. She stroked their helms softly before letting them go and tauntingly swaying her hips to avert their gaze from each other. She continued to face away from them even as she came to a halt, not noticing Prime and Megatron were nearly nose to nose snarling at each other behind her back.

"So tonight I was thinking one of you could escort me somewhere nice," she mused. Turning towards them, she failed to see them quickly back away from each other and play it cool as if nothing had happened. "Who wants to go first?"

"I'll take you anywhere you wish, my dear, via Space Bridge, Ground Bridge, or even by my warship," Megatron happily offered.

Optimus quickly made a small agitated glance at Megatron's gleeful features before clearing his throat, "I believe you should decide who goes first, not one of us."

The warlord rolled his optics, "You're just saying that because I can take her places you can't."

"Are we really going to discuss this here, Megatron? I can name several reasons why you should not even have a mate much less sparklings."

"Prime, you're no perfect mech yourself. Imagine interfacing someone who takes it slow and steady all the time afraid to take a chance that would risk anything. I once pitied Elita for going out with you know you couldn't go far without concern."

As they argued back and forth, Arcee kind of found the fighting funny. Oh they were the two she loved the most for good reason…as long as they didn't kill one another before she made her choice. Behind her, Knockout approached with Bulkhead and Breakdown appearing confused and dumbfounded.

The cherry red mech raised one of his hands upward by the elbow to the side lazily from his crossed-arm position. He raised a brow with an intrigued but bored expression when he suddenly spoke, "So how long is this going to be before you decide."

Arcee smirked wickedly, "Oh I'm just exploiting everything about their determination for my amusement. I'll decide soon but I'm enjoying this show, I really am."

"You're a perfect match for Megatron when it comes to your sense of humor and exploitation, you know that right?" Knockout chuckled darkly as he peered towards her.

"I know."

AN: Told you Arcee's like a Decepticon, let's face it. I decided to go borderline mature-teen because I figured a setting of this couple was needed more so than any sexual grounds between them. There's been so many explicit fics I've had to write that I'm laying off a little to emphasize structure over instinct.