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"Arcee," Airachnid draws her name out lavishly, unravelling each syllable and weaving the remains into something else, something new. Something of her own design.
Arcee spits in her direction, but Airachnid only laughs. Arcee can hear her vocalizer hitch into something purring, and soft.
"It's been a long time."
"Not long enough," Arcee snaps.
"Too long for me," Airachnid says, running a talon across the side of her cheek, almost tenderly. "But I am nothing if not…patient."
"Well I'm not," Arcee hisses. "So let's just get this over with."
Airachnid tsks. Something in her digit twitches, and suddenly there's a stab of pain across Arcee's cheek. She can feel the energon spilling over her plating in spiralling rivulets.
"I'd say you should learn," Airachnid's optics shine, like two fiery violet suns. They eat everything in Arcee's vision, consuming until there's nothing left. "But honestly? I think I've waited long enough."
Airachnid runs her claws across Arcee's plating, down her neck cables, and lower towards her chest plating.
Arcee instinctively curled a bit, not that it did much good seeing how she was pinned and spread out. Like an earth insect under a magnifying glass.
She shuddered, a tremor buzzing through all her plating.
Airachnid hummed, the sound almost hypnotic in it's melody. "No need to be shy. I've thought about this moment so often…" she laughs breathily, "well, there's little to hide from me."
"Because you've cut so many bodies up, hrm?" Arcee says.
"I have." Airachnid says. "But it's not the same."
She draws her sharp digits over Arcee's fuel tank, across the sinewy wires and tubes cushioning it. "You know, I get very… familiar with the anatomy of species I've dismembered."
And suddenly her claws are inside Arcee's lines, pulling and twisting and…
"Over and over, you get very…acquainted…" She leans in close, her voice warbling in Arcee's audials. "But I've split you open a million times in my processor. I know you better than any of them. Better than you know yourself, certainly."
Arcee gasps, her vocalizer clicking and spitting static. "You…you don't know… anything about me, you-"
Airachnid twists her digits inside Arcee, and a horrible spasm erupts across her whole chassis.
"Oh, but darling," Airachnid purrs, "I know you from the"
Her claws tear,
"inside"
and rend,
"out."
And something in Arcee's abdomen gives way, splitting in a cascade of howling metal and energon.
Arcee screams, choking on her own fluid.
"Oh relax, Arcee, it's not fatal…" Airachnid laughs. "Not yet."
Arcee blinks through the fluid flooding her optics, her vocalizer crackling and fraying.
She dares a glance downward and oh, Primus…
Even through her very muddled processor, she has a feeling Airachnid is telling the truth, because there's no point in extinguishing her so quickly…
Her plating is a sea of shining, optic-searing fuchsia and viscera.
Arcee tries to speak, but all that comes out is rasping static and something wet, and viscous.
"Have we finally moved past the back talk?" Airachnid hovers in front of her faceplates, and Arcee looks into her shining optics and only sees her own blood-energon.
Arcee spits into her face.
Airachnid doesn't flinch back. Instead, she draws up her digit and wipes away the fluid, then smears it into her lips, the look on her faceplates almost blissful.
"Oh, I love the way you taste," she says, a satisfaction on her lip plates.
Arcee's processor stutters. Before she can formulate a response, Airachnid is upon her, so close she can feel her vents cycling headily.
"Y…I…" Arcee's words give way to a strangled noise as Airachnid takes her claws and digs into her exposed entrails, pushing into them in a manner something akin to a caress, twisting deep inside of her.
Airachnid suddenly presses her lipplates deep into Arcee's, her servo cradling Arcee's helm and holding her desperately against her. Her fangs dig into Arcee's lipplates, and she tastes blood-energon.
Airachnid's claws are tangled with her lines and fuel tank, and everytime they move Arcee feels a shockwave of light and pain and electricity shudder through her. There isn't any thought in her processor, only raw, bleeding, consuming sensation, as something blinding and searing erupts through her nervous system.
For several kliks she is everywhere and nowhere, the only grounding thing this singular, divine moment, and she thinks nothing but static. There is only the sound of twitching motors and humming vents and blood-energon dripping into the ground of some foreign planet, and they're suspended and tangled together as one.