There was a feistiness about her he couldn't help but become obsessed over. Plenty of test subjects, prisoners, and associates had their fair share of bitching and all that, but Arcee was intoxicating to be around. He wanted her to fight him, he wanted her to resist, and he wanted to break her. Call it madness but Arcee was a perfect specimen.
At least, that's what he convinced himself she was, the harsher reality being she wasn't really anything to be used for except his own carnal interests. What would he use her for? Well...he had one answer.
"Let me go, Shockwave, or I'll rip that optic out of your helm and crush it as soon as I get out of this!"
Arcee was sitting on the ground on her calves, several chains tied her arms to her body so she couldn't escape. It was a miracle he had ever managed to capture her. She put up one hell of a fight, but patience, and much quick thinking, was a virtue. He stood behind her in her blind spot in shame of how turned on he was watching her struggle against the chains like she could break them at any given moment. She probably couldn't break them but with her attitude, anything could be possible.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Arcee. You are much too valuable," he simply said.
Arcee glanced back as much as she could and hissed, "Fragger."
He wanted to laugh, how much so was beyond him. He rarely felt the emotions anyways, but she was bringing out a very curious and daring side of him. "That's not how I would expect a bot of your stature to talk-"
"I'm not like other bots now, am I?"
Shockwave purred, "I suppose not..."
Oh, he liked this. Her attitude was sending some good signals to places he seldom considered as important otherwise. He wasn't one to play with his prisoners usually, but his eagerness outweighed his rational thoughts for once. He wanted her badly. Well, who was he to deny the pretty, cocky femme something to really give him attitude over? He just wanted to see how much he could antagonize her. She was cute when she was defiant.
His spike was already uncomfortable against his interface panel watching her struggle and growl. When he released it, he still made sure she couldn't see him as he began stroking it.
"Care to...tell me where your base may be, or do I have to extract it from you?" Shockwave said though he resisted a small groan.
Arcee became violently snappy, "As if I would tell you anything. You know something, Shockwave? You're just a pitiful monster with nothing better to do than to make everyone miserable. I wish I could just break every gear in your body and watch you bleed."
The demeaning behavior had him on edge but at the same time, he found himself moving faster as his pleasure heightened. Being insulted and threatened under normal circumstances would have made him upset but coming from Arcee, it was only driving his lust. Her defiance could not be rivaled.
He made sure to stay in her blind spot, jacking off himself faster and placing his weaponized arm to steady himself on the table next to him. He imagined her bound to a berth and spitting up any insult she could find in her vocabulary. He wanted so bad to fuck those smartass comments and crude statements out of her, force her to be submissive to him. All he needed was an excuse to do it.
Arcee seemed to grow quiet. Shockwave didn't want that. "Is that all you have to say, femme?"
The Autobot frowned trying to look back but was unable. "What-What the hell are you doing? What is that sound?"
Shockwave turned around despite the fact that she couldn't see him and pressed his helm against the wall. He only went harder to speed up his overload so he could get back to interrogating her. It was true; his movements made noise and none that he was truly proud of.
"It's...it's none of your concern. If you don't give me that information, I will personally pick it from that alluring processor of yours via cortical psychic patch. Every secret...mmph...every moment of your life will be mine," he all but growled.
"You keep your filthy servo away from me," she snarled back.
"It isn't my servo you should be afraid of."
He overloaded abruptly and slammed his cannon arm above his helm against the wall in disgrace. He was supposed to be reserved but this Autobot drove him crazy. He rumbled to himself, a dark hum following as he looked back at Arcee who was tense.
"Shockwave..." she mumbled. He realized she knew what he had done. "You sick bastard!"
That sent signals to his spike again, this time uncaring if she saw him bare or not. He stomped in front of her and roughly grabbed her chin as she tried to reel back in disgust.
"Since it does not appear I can make you compliant, I have other uses for unruly Autobots."
"By Primus, you're actually getting off on me resisting you? What type of perverted scientist are you?" Arcee grimaced.
Shockwave was a little taken aback by the question when he realized he had never done something like this out in the open. But he lusted for her, a rare emotion he was willing to cater to in order to satisfy himself. She was worth it.
"The kind that likes breaking in my prisoners by any means necessary," he stated far too bluntly.
Arcee was forced to watch this time as he stroked himself back to being hard. She tried to look away only for his cannon edge to force her helm to look at the spike that was deviously close to her. Shockwave's single optic never left her, only a brief shutter of his vents noticeable. He wanted her to see it. He wanted her to need it as he caught the glimmer of a blush and some shifting of her legs.
"You're vile," she finally hissed after a long silence.
He only went faster to mock her, but she decided to continue.
"Disgusting, pathetic, narcissistic...you are pitiful, Shockwave. Just revolting."
Shockwave breathed deeply through the vents shivering with a decent moan as his pleasure built up. He could see Arcee was getting turned on beneath the aggressive exterior feeling a sense of control he only gave her to create the illusion so he could take her. He was always the best interrogator of the Decepticons. It was just a matter of abusing what made certain bots tick and Arcee loved control almost as much as he loved science.
He suddenly kneeled and brought his spike to be almost in her face directly. "Your vulgar mouth would be quite useful in other ways. Unless you want to spend an eternity chained to the floor, I suggest you do something about it."
Arcee was hesitant. He couldn't blame her. After all, Shockwave was a devious planner. Why stop at one act when they could put on a whole show? Gently, his claws raked across the underside of her chin, and he led her to his spike without any pressure whatsoever. He raised his helm with a sudden hiss as a timid glossa ran across the slit of the spike dripping transfluid.
"What was it you called me? Pitiful and narcissistic? Disgusting and sick?" Shockwave growled humored as he massaged her cheeks coaxing her to take him in her mouth. "Perhaps I am not the sanest Decepticon there is but if you want me to be those things truly, I am more than equipped to do so."
He reached to the back of her head as he sat on his calves instead. Arcee was forced to lean forward with her aft more presentable, something he would get to a bit later. For now, he was content feeling her suck him off. She seemed to have no argument at the moment about his threat of doing unethical things for his pleasure. There was nothing she could do to stop him anyways.
Shockwave took that in stride each time she engulfed his spike. His pretty little prisoner would be his play toy. It was about time he got his due. Sometimes, the lab was very boring. He was enjoying her company greatly.
He shivered and released into her mouth, letting her move back with a mouthful of transfluid. Clutching her chin again, he almost demanded too impatiently, "Swallow."
She winced as it took three tries to get it all down, a sight that amused Shockwave. Oh, she was going to get a lot more where that came from. Shockwave would make it so. He stared into those half-lidded diamond blue optics with a deep obsession with claiming her for himself.
"Now, let's see just how sick I really am."
AN: Once again, narcissism plays a key role in some of these interactions but not all narcissists find offense in name-calling. In fact, a few types get off on verbal abuse because their victims still address them which gives them power. Remember, a narcissist is only as powerful as you let them be. No reaction or ignoring them can make them break down easily...unless it's Shockwave. Then you're fucked.