Can't you feel the rush?
I do. I feel the charge running through my entire frame, I feel the adrenaline, I feel the rage bleeding away from me leaving something different behind...
I have to move so quickly and predict what your next mortal blow will be, I have to think whether to dodge it or stop it and answer in kind. Will I be faster than you? Will you feel pain? I don't know it yet, but I will in mere instants.
There's some weird emptiness where fear should be. You're a great adversary. My life could be cut short by the blade of your ax, yet I find myself not minding the eventuality. Dying battling with you is, after all, the most honorable end I could hope for.
And so I find myself... longing, desiring for more. I'm dying to know what your next move will be, I'm craving for the violent touch of your frame against mine. Pain turns into pleasure when you're the one inflicting it and I often wonder how you do this.
I want to be able to make you feel the same, I want to see that feverish expression in those optics of yours, I want to see your jaw locking in a frown, your teeth promising to tear metal apart the moment they come in contact with mine, I want the dents left by your hands scratching me everywhere they can.
I want you to ruin me as much and even more than I will ruin you... or so I think. The truth it that I never want this moment to end. I never want to lose this kind of height, this alertness taking over all my senses.
I am having so much fun. You simply make me forget I am mortal, it's just the two of us in this small corner of the universe we can only reach when we try to tear each other's Sparks out of our chests. I never want to leave. Nothing can compare to this, no overload will make me experience even a fraction of the ecstasy I feel when I'm fighting with you.
And I know you feel the same, I can see it, in your eyes, in your frame, in your reflection in the energon splattered oround our feet. You want this as much as I want it. You want me as much as I want you.
I find myself unable to kill you once again, I can't. If I do, then I've lost you forever. And so do you. So we find each other again, forever fighting, just for the sake of it. For the sake of finding ourselves, savoring one another over and over and over again like beasts.
I can feel a smile forming on my face, and you're smiling too, you're having fun. You're happy. You have forgotten about everything else too, and now it's just the two of us. We're so close I can feel this electricity impulse starting from your Spark reaching mine. We're completely connected in a way no one could ever understand, so addicted to each other, we are completely mad.
And it will always be this way, tangled in this deadly dance, pretending to hate each other, never naming what this anger is desperately trying to hide because we would never be able to handle it.
We're warriors, not born as ones, but made, shaped into the best fighters one could ever imagine, and we can be nothing else. Ever again. We're stuck in this form together, and I'm relishing every second of it.
I don't need you to say anything to me. Your ragged ventilations are enough, they tell me everything I need to know. This is not over, you have other blows ready for me, you're waiting for mine's, and who am I to deny you?
Let me make your energon boil with excitement, let me make you understand how much I throughoutly enjoy our time spent together. Let me make you perceive this pain as the highest pleasure you could possibly achieve.
Optimus, I am ready for you, I hope you're also ready for me.