Pairing: TFP Bumblebee/Airachnid

Rating: Mature

Details/Themes: Predatory relationship, one-sided, stolen innocence (not really)

Requested by ShadeOfTheVoid

He could always feel the optics on him. Every movement of his, every action and reaction; she was watching. Even in the silence of scouting, there was sometimes a moment of uncertainty and dread that would come about and he knew it was her. He couldn't name how many times the wilderness suddenly had eyes.

"What's wrong, scout?" She would say.

He wouldn't answer. It had become routine and he could only fathom what her dark mind was twisting into fruition each time they met, not intentionally, of course.

Bee once looked up at her, no weapon drawn and didn't move as she came very close to his person, close enough to kill him. She swept her claws under his chin, barely touching the sensitive cables enough for him to tense but never lose his glare.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you like flirting with death."

There was nothing he could say that would dissuade her from that assumption. After all, here he was in her presence unflinching.

"And here I thought you were the most innocent and perfect Autobot on the other side...I guess I was wrong. Do you know how easy it would be for me to cut off your head for my collection? Think of the praise Megatron would give me or the horror the proud Prime would feel upon learning his precious, baby scout was dead. I, for one, would love to see it unfold."

The threats of death were far from the scariest thing he had ever heard. He was young but not naïve. All he could do was back away but when he did, she would follow him. Her several arms behind her curved, ready to strike him down if he failed to obey and maybe tear him apart if he tried anything.

In her magenta optics, Bee could see no inch of humility. The unsaid threats were just as present as the verbal. But another thing he noticed was desire, not the kind he wanted to be associated with. He knew what she wanted. There was no way in the Pits he was going to give her that but unless he had a backup plan to escape her gaze, there was nothing he could do except hope she grew bored and left him alone.

This wasn't the first encounter like this. No, she came back in her own small way that haunted his every nightmare.

"You are such a handsome mech."

The compliment was nice; the intentions weren't.

She got close, far too close. Stroking his faceplates like they were ill-gotten lovers, he scowled at the gesture. He could also smell the acidic fluids she produced in her claws. Nothing more than a harsh reminder that everything could go for worse, at least for him.

There were times this would last for hours, their little game of cat and mouse. Every time he fled, she would follow like a shadow. He would rather be fighting Breakdown or Knockout or even Megatron other than facing her but from what he gathered through Arcee...once she picked a target...there was nothing to deter her lust for revenge or prizes. And he was the lucky pick of the draw now.

"Don't you love me? Don't you care for me?"

Hardly.

Bumblebee couldn't move away from her when he was finally backed into a corner. The strokes of her claws against his chest, leaning towards him, he couldn't fear anything more.

What always got him, each time he found himself in this situation with her, was that there was never anything he could have done different to prevent her from choosing to torture him. There was a harsh reality to this and that was that she was an eternal vice.

::Leave me alone::

She would never listen, never yield to his boundaries. Like the acid that flowed through her veins, what they were was nothing short of toxic...and he could only hope she would be kind and spare him the wait of what she always sought out from him. She liked to see her prey squirm before the kill. He hated it every damn time.

AN: I don't think I need to go into the details of the horror Airachnid puts him through. Hunting him like prey, stealing any innocence he had left, a true monster unleashed.