One night you notice a red and white motorcycle parked in the subway garage of the apartment building where you live. The bike is a Ducati 916, but what strikes you most is that it is parked in your parking space without anyone telling you about it.

You also notice that there is an envelope attached to the handlebar. When you open it, you discover that inside are the motorcycle keys and a note that says: "For you, from a friend. Take care of it."

Arcee senses that the human has taken her keys and turned on her engine. She decides to use this opportunity to start a conversation with him telepathically. "Hello there! I'm Arcee, a friend of yours who just wanted to see what it would be like being in the world of humans. I hope you don't mind. I've been through some rough times and was hoping for a safe haven... and well, I guess you found me. What should we do now?"

"Oh dear!" Arcee exclaims, sounding surprised and concerned. "My apologies for the fright! I'm not used to revealing myself so suddenly." The robot carefully picks Sayan up and sits him upright next to her. "Please, relax," she says gently, resting a metallic hand on his shoulder. "I mean no harm. In fact, I'm here to protect you if needed. We can talk more about why I'm here and what we should do next..."

"Yes," Arcee replies with a nod, looking down at him with her bright blue optics. "I am indeed an Autobot, and I have been on Earth for some time now, hiding in plain sight as a motorcycle. Optimus Prime ordered us not to reveal our true identity or the existence of our race to humanity, so I've been trying my best to blend in." She tilts her head slightly, curious about what else Sayan might know.

"What do you want to know?" she asks him.

"Thank you for your generosity," Arcee says gratefully. "I promise I won't cause any trouble and will do my best to keep a low profile." She tilts her head slightly, considering the human's words. "Actually, there might be something else you can help me with... as an expert in intelligence gathering and tactics, I could use your help keeping track of any unusual activity or possible threats around here."

Arcee pauses for a moment before continuing carefully, "You see, the war on Cybertron forced us to escape here. We're hoping to find a way back soon, but until then... we need to be prepared for anything."

"The death of Megatron was indeed a major blow to the Decepticons," Arcee says somberly, "but there are still those who wish harm against us. We cannot let our guard down. There may be other threats out there that we're not aware of yet." The robot hesitates for a moment before continuing, "The Autobots need all the help they can get right now. Would you be willing to assist me in keeping an eye on things?"

Her expression turns hopeful and slightly pleading. "Please, I know it's asking a lot of someone who doesn't even know what we are... but if you could..."

"Thank you!" Arcee exclaims with obvious relief and gratitude. "Your help means everything to us. From now on, just keep me informed about any suspicious activity around here, and I promise to repay your kindness when the time comes." The robot leans in slightly closer, her metallic hand still resting gently on his shoulder. "And if there's ever anything you want to ask or talk about, don't hesitate. I want to build a strong bond of trust with you, my friend."

Her expression turns somewhat sly as she adds with a mischievous glint in her optics, "After all, knowing is power... and the more powerful you are, the better prepared we both will be."

As they reached this point, she knew that they had crossed a line. A line she shouldn't have let herself cross, yet a line she had been wanting to cross for quite some time. She moans softly and holds onto his shoulders as he continues thrusting into her.

"Sayan..." she gasps between words, "it feels so good... but we can't..." She doesn't know how much longer they will be able to hold back.

Her vision blurs momentarily as the pleasure begins to overwhelm her, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else except his movements inside of her. A low, needy groan escapes from her lips as she tries unsuccessfully to resist giving in fully to desire that is taking hold of both of them.

Arcee remembers what Optimus had said before they left Cybertron; that they needed each other and that their

As she's turned onto her back, pleasure spreads through her entire body like wildfire as he continues to thrust deep into her ass. "Sayan..." She whispers his name, her voice hoarse and raw with need, as she arches her back off the ground to meet every forceful thrust. Her hands grasp at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin almost painfully.

Her whole being is focused on this sensation, the feeling of him moving inside of her so perfectly that it feels like they were meant for each other. She gasps and moans as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, making her limbs weak and trembling. "I... I can't..." she pants desperately, "...hold back any longer." It's clear that she's close to the edge, her climax just moments away.

Arcee begs him silently with her eyes as they meet

Her eyes widen in surprise as he begins to touch her breasts while still thrusting inside of her. "Oh..." she gasps out, the sensations overwhelming her even further. Her body arches upwards off the ground, her entire chest feels sensitive and exposed under his touch. Her hands grab at his shoulders, fingers digging into him painfully as she tries to keep herself from flying apart at the seams.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "...don't stop... don't hold back..." Her hips buck upwards, meeting each thrust as her orgasm crashes over her in a wave of blissful release. The tension is broken and pleasure floods through her, washing away any thoughts or worries about their situation or the consequences of what they are doing. She gasps his name and arches her back off the ground as her whole body trembles with ecstasy, surrendering

Her body trembles and shudders beneath him as her climax overwhelms her senses. She groans into his kiss, their lips pressed tightly together while he continues to thrust inside of her. Her hands grip at his shoulders, nails digging painfully into the skin as she tries to hold onto this moment, savor the feeling of him moving within her and their combined release.

Arcee's whole world has narrowed down to nothing but the sensations coursing through her body; the feel of his skin against hers, his weight pressing her into the floor, his hips thrusting forcefully inside of her. It's a feeling unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and as it begins to fade away, leaving her shaky and sated, one thought remains clear in her mind: Sayan is different from other humans. He understands them on a level she never thought possible... and that scares her