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Author's Note: Ha! Predaking POV!!!!...
As I watched the femme sleep from a corner, I couldn't help but allow my optics to linger on her subtle curves, the slight bow of her dermas. Even though she frowned under the sedative, her face-plates were as lovely as an angel's. I hadn't needed to kiss her to give her the sedative. I just...wanted to. To feel a femme's dermas on mine for the first time. To feel a feminine frame against my chassis. Chardirakii she said was her name. A long one, too long for me to remember without difficulty. "Char," I muttered, then grinned to myself. That would be her designation so long as she remained with me. Char. After an hour or so the sedative did wear off and the femme began to stir. "Ughh...my aching processors," she groaned, holding her helm with one servo. Then she spotted me and I was subjected to a vicious glare. A vicious...but rather stunning glare. "Sleep well?" I asked with a smirk. "Frag off!" she snapped, getting onto her peds, those lavendar and mauve optics aflame with anger. My smirk broadened,"I can sedate you again." "Hah! Second time in a row isn't surprising anymore," she snorted, then started pacing restlessly. "A pity, I rather enjoyed it," I said, leaning back against the wall. "Now it's your turn to shut up," she snapped. "I am afraid I have the same resolve as you, Char," I replied calmly. She whirled on me,"My name is Chardirakii! Not 'Char', not any other sort of nickname!" I growled and straightened, towering over the femme, though she didn't even flinch. "So long as you remain with me, I call you whatever I deem fit!" I bellowed, hoping my imposing tone would make her falter. Nope. Those lavendar optics never once moved. Neither did a single plate of her armor. "Oh you're so adorable when you try and scare me," she sneered and I felt a stabbing pain in my patched wound. The femme had dug her greenish-blue claws deep into the sensitive cabling and now twisted her servo. The pain drove me to one knee. I grabbed at her arm but she held fast. "I have been in situations far worse than this, Predacon," she hissed, those lavendar optics not looking as sweet as before. Now they held a deep power over me that aroused a hidden fear in my spark. She twisted her claws again and I strained to keep from crying out. "You either let me go...peacefully...or I tear out your carefully-built spark and make a new puzzle out of it for your scientist to reassemble, understood?" she growled, dragging her claws up higher, tearing my armor. Just before she could reach my spark-chamber, she yanked her claws out, my energon dripping from them onto the floor. It hurt. Like a thousand fires were blazing paths up and down my side. "And take care to remember, I offlined the last mech who tried to get too friendly with me," she said, wiping the energon off onto her leg, leaving four energon streaks along her thigh before storming off. I pressed my comm and said weakly,"Shockwave, I need medical assistance...again." Soon Shockwave arrived, but was wise to close the doors behind him. Or was it wise? Chardirakii was just sitting in a corner, watching the scientist's every move like a cat watches a mouse. Though...Shockwave might prove to be a fairly formidable mouse. Shockwave ignored the femme and knelt by my side with his special medical tools. For only having one servo, Shockwave was quick and skilled in patching up my fresh wounds. Only once he was finished did he turn to Chardirakii and address her in a bored tone. "It would be illogical to injure him again." Chardirakii lifted her chin a little higher,"If he gets too close I will not hesitate to give him exactly what he deserves." "Hostility is an illogical attitude to your mate," Shockwave replied, to which her optics widened. "You can't be serious," she smirked, though I thought it looked a little forced. Shockwave glared at her with his single ruby-red optic. "Predaking is to be your mate," he said simply then exited the room. Once he was gone I saw Chardirakii cross her arms and scowl. I smiled,"Better get used to seeing me lots, Char." "Have you forgotten what I just did to you literally seven minutes ago!" Chardirakii exploded, angrily jumping to her peds. My smile disappeared and I held up my servos,"I am not going to rape you if that is what you fear. This may just be a test Shockwave is running." "A test?" Chardirakii asked with a raised optic ridge. "Yes," I nodded,"To see how well I react around a significant other." Chardirakii rolled her optics,"You Decepticons are all bucket-helms." "What's wrong with experiments?" I asked with a frown. "Well I personally think it's wrong," Chardirakii replied,"Mostly because every creature should get to decide its own life freely and not have it constantly interrupted by some so-called 'scientist' with a cheese-grater for a servo." "Blaster," I corrected for her,"A powerful one too." "Yeah who cares," Chardirakii muttered,"It looks like a cheese grater." A long silence ensued after that. Finally I asked,"What's a cheese grater?" "A human cooking appliance," was the bored reply. "Oh," I said, then looked down at my claws, trying not to focus too much on the dull ache in my side. "Has anyone ever told you how lovely you are?" I asked, blushing slightly. "Yes. Pretty much every single mech I meet," Chardirakii replied, rubbing her face-plates. Well that was awkward. As I watched Chardirakii, a picture began forming in my processors. Her as a Predacon. Strong frame, long graceful wings, a slender tail. She'd be a perfect queen. "Would you quit staring at me?" I lowered my optics to the floor, then growled softly. I was a king. I shouldn't be letting this femme boss me around. I stood up and transformed into my beast mode, then advanced on the femme. "Predaking, get back," she hissed, showing no signs of fear. I let out a low growl and kept coming, crouching low like a cat stalking its prey. Chardirakii mimicked my movements, circling away from the wall. Clever femme. She was trying to make it harder for me to capture her. I started forwards, then stopped abruptly. Chardirakii scampered off to the side a little, then hissed crossly and resumed pacing me. I huffed in amusement. I did this a couple more times, until I'd circled Chardirakii back into the corner again, then I made my move. With one swift pounce I had her pinned in my claws against the wall. Chardirakii roared and kicked at me, but my tougher beast armor permitted nothing more than a few scratches. I transformed, but kept the femme in the corner, holding her arms tightly to her sides. I brought my dermas close to her audio receptor. "To be a proper leader, a king needs a queen," I whispered, then lightly dragged my dermas down the side of her neck-cables. I could feel her breath quicken and smiled, stopping just above her secondary cable. "So a queen I'll make you," I whispered, then bit the cable. Chardirakii tensed with a whimper, but I didn't stop. Eventually my fangs penetrated the smooth metal covering the cable and I injected a special Predacon venom into her energon. Chardirakii cried out in pain, writhing to get away. I held her fast and bit down harder, but not hard enough to completely sever the cable. That would kill her. Chardirakii cried out again, and I groaned, biting harder, closing my optics as I did so. I needed to inject all of the venom into her energon or this wouldn't work. Eventually Chardirakii went limp and I laid her down gently on the ground. I transformed into my beast mode and tucked the femme under my wing pressed to my side before curling my large frame around her. She'd be perfect in the morning. More perfect than she could ever be.
