~(Y/N)'s POV~ 

     The dual was being held on the ground. Why? I don't know, but I have a feeling it had to do with the fact that I like it best, knowing Megatron and his want to  appease me. To be honest, I couldn't care less where we fought, just as long as I live through this. But frankly, this view is amazing. 

         "I certainly hope the horizon is not a distraction," I heard his dark chuckle, no matter what mood he's in, it's always dark. 

I turned from the scenery chosen for our dual, the running river a stark contrast to the flat green of the valley below. 

         "Of course not, just comparing the feeling now versus the feeling of when I'm victorious in this battle of ours." 

         "Your confidence is astounding," he admired, "Let's hope your bite is as strong as your bark." 

To this I said nothing, and looked to our growing audience of Vehicons. Any reply I could think of would be nothing but flirtatious, and for me, that would be just plain awkward. 

     Knockout took his place between us once we were ready to start our dual. 

         "Good luck to both of you," he said, a slight hint of sadness in his voice, "FIGHT!" He backed away as fast as he could, and was barely missed as Megatron took the first swing, only for his fist to pound into the solid dirt, dust settling over his servo. He looked around, confused, and I yawned, standing behind him. 

         "I knew you'd be slow, but not this slow." 

The war monger growled and swung at me again, only for my pede to make contact with his midsection. He stumbled back, and I stood on my left pede, my right one in a bit of pain from the force of the blow. 

         "Come on now, don't be hesitant." I sighed, knowing that he wasn't using his full power. 

         "Who said I was being hesitant?" Megatron stood to his full height. 

         "The fact that I got the first hit." I dead panned, and several murmurs were heard from the audience, "I suggest you step up your game before your reputation crumbles." 

He chuckled, and ran at me, to which I made no move until he had almost rammed into me, then, and only then, did I move. 

     Jumping, I grabbed hold of a metal spike on his shoulder, and swung myself behind him, my weight bringing him backwards, and onto his back, but he used this against me as he righted himself by going into a full roll, and kicking me away with his pede. I quickly stood back up, and knew that this still wasn't his full power. I rushed at him, and we met in the middle, trying to wrestle each other with our interlocked servos. 

        "I admire your enthusiasm to woo me, but I honestly would have thought you had figured things out by now." I pouted. 

         "I doubt this is relevant to the current event." He stated, his faceplate blank, obviously frustrated with the fact that I was matching him in strength.

         "Of course it is," I couldn't help but smirk, "Why else would you be going so easy on me?" 

He pushed me away, and we both transitioned to a defensive stance, circling. 

         "You're never angry at me for long, you do favors, try to make excuses for me to be by your side, the list goes on, you always want to see me," I dodged another blow, "Yet you are always blind to the obvious." 

         "And what, per say, is that?" He asked, making a back servo blow to my helm, but this time I ducked and went for his side with my pede, only to hit the air as he dodged as well. 

        "Let's bring love interests into the picture. Who's the first mech I come to see? Who is it I'm always with? Who's paint job did I match until my fight with Arachnid? He defends me, tries to keep me out of harms way, and to be honest, has a much smoother chuckle, if I do say so myself. And I do." I could see the realization in his optics, and his guard was lowered slightly, his servos relaxing in his slight shock. Using this to my advantage I dashed behind him and hit him in his backplates, taking a shot soon afterwards. He fell to the ground, and looked to me as if I were Optimus, a sense of betrayal in those optics of his, "I think you knew for the longest time, you just didn't want to admit it to yourself." 

     Megatron growled, and took out his own canon, and I was shot in my chassis, being knocked down, only to be picked up by a strong servo around my neck cables. 

         "Don't say I used you," I smiled, "Your thoughts aren't to pure either." 

He through me to the ground, making me roll into a lone tree,but I still kept going as I stood back up, only a few scratches on my (F/C) finish. 

         "No more hesitation now, huh?" I grinned. 

It was a good few seconds before Megatron laughed. A deep boom, that was more amused than maniacal. He looked back at me with his usual dark smile, finally seeing the manipulation in my truth.

         "You would make a fine Decepticon." 

My only response was a smile as I attacked him, and I knew he was using his full power. 

     While our fight was fun, all good things, must come to an end, but this end, was not how either of us expected. Megatron swung, what number this was, I had no clue, I had lost count, but I dodged, sloppily. It didn't take much effort, since there was little effort from Megatron. The sun was well below the horizon, only faint purples showing that it was once in the blue sky now gone dark. I was battered, and dented, energon dripping from a wound in my side. The war lord wasn't much better. Energon slid down his lip, and dripped off of his chin, his usually shining silver a dented and scratched mess, with still more energon making it's way down his leg, a wound inflicted by my own sword. I was quite proud of myself, and I could tell Megatron was as well as he tried his best to stay upright. This fight had taken longer than expected, and took more out of the both of us then we had anticipated. I tried my best to keep my balance, swaying from the exhaustion, and pain in my side. 

         "How about we call this one a stalemate, huh?" I asked, making the war monger chuckle weakly. 

         "I must say, I didn't think we would be matched in our abilities, one triumphing over the other yes, but not matched." 

         "Life is full of surprises," I responded, "So how about we call it a day?" 

His reply was a nod, and a shaking of my servo, then he left to attend other duties, and to be fixed up. Seriously, the dude needed it. 

And so do I. 

~Knockout's POV~ 

     I had disagreed with this on so many levels, but now, I'm glad Wildstryke had gone through with this. She has not only shown that she is equal to Megatron, but she has also made it so that we no longer have to hide our affections when it comes to Megatron. Of course, we've both agreed not to push our luck on that one. 

         "I suspect the special treatment will end here then?" I asked, putting a buffer to her shoulder as she sighed. 

         "You never know, he still has a thing for me, maybe he'll try to steal me away from you." 

         "I'd like to see him try," I growled. 

         "Someone's feeling brave," she chuckled, "What's the matter? To many odd fighting poses?" 

         "You're really getting on my circuits, I hope you know." I stated, putting the buffer away, my job done. 

         "I would hope so," she pulled me to face her, "It would be awfully boring if I wasn't." 

I leaned down, as if to kiss her, and she stood on the tips of her pedes, optics closed, only to be stopped by a digit to her lips. She opened her red orbs, quite confused.

         "I'm still angry at you." 

She laughed, and went to switch to her human form. 

Primus I love that femme. 

(How's it feel to be conned by Knockout? NO KISS FOR YOU! XD Hope it's going as well as I think it is! Tell me if I'm getting a little to cocky with my writing! I don't want the quality to go down! This story is far to precious for me to let it go down the drain because of my ego. Thanks for the support, and awesome comments! Love you all!)