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The night was dark and cold as most desert nights were, but Bumblebee had still been forced to go on patrol. “There’s no danger of a system shut down!” Ratchet had said. “So go!” He had said.
As usual, Bumblebee’s transformation had been seamless and smooth, the muscle car making his way out of the old military storage building and off the compound grounds in the midst of the sandy landscape around a city in Nevada. Honestly, Bumblebee didn’t know which town they were near, but he didn’t really care anyway. He just took his orders and carried them out like the good little soldier he was.
All was dull. It was boring. He was bored. He was bored of this! The vehicle’s engine sighed as he rode into town, slowing down to a cruise. Coming to an alley, he transformed in the dark, landing as silently as a twenty-foot robot could. Which was surprisingly quiet!
He moved with the silence and speed only a scout could master, truly master. Bumblebee slipped around corners, everything being so easy. But even as it was easy, he didn’t lax or cut corners. No… That wasn’t Bumblebee’s style. That wasn’t him. He was a good soldier.
And then?
Just as the night seemed like it couldn’t get any slower, something interesting happened; a whine entered his audials. He twitched his ear fins up and swiveled his helm towards the building he had heard the strange sound. This was a whine he knew and it was rather out of place for the area. This whine was one created by large flight engines when they came in too hot for a landing. They were clearly old engines begging for relaxation. Another click hiss and Bumblebee registered the sounds of a Cybertronian mid-flight transformation. A loud cracking thud echoed as a large metal being landed atop the building. As strong and carefully as he could, Bumblebee scaled the building until he could see over the edge of the building’s roof.
The streetlamps around the city reflected back the silver and purple of the mech he wanted to see the least; Megatron. So… He watched. He didn’t say anything, didn’t dare move towards him. He just… watched.
Megatron snarled out a noise, twisting and kicking an empty can of swill humans called “beer”. Thankfully, the large mech didn’t see as Bumblebee ducked his helm, fins laying back like a cat. He seemed… angry. Well, he was usually angry, but this was in a different way than every other time Bumblebee had seen him. The large mech moved and sat his aft down on a large generator box, it crumpling beneath him. The broken box threw sparks and caused the few lights left on in the building go out.
Unsure, Bumblebee made a snap decision. What else could he do? He was bored and the Autobots would have just told him to return, to tell them where he had seen him so that they could investigate to situation. Something about this interaction felt… strange. He couldn’t just leave him there! It felt wrong! The yellow bug reached up to grab onto the side of the building, pulling himself up the rest of the way until he could jump over the ledge, landing carefully so he didn’t crack the foundation. Megatron’s wild ruby red optics flashed luscious purple as he looked down at him, clearly startled by the little bot’s arrival. His fusion canon snapped up from his wrist, coming online with a whirr and lifting to aim at Bumblebee, but once he recognized who it was, he lowered it once more. He didn’t see Bumblebee as a threat. Or if he did; he didn’t care.
::Are you alright?:: He asked, beeping through his battle mask. Internally, Bumblebee was screaming at himself. He had spoken before his processor really thought about it. Hah! “Spoken”? He didn’t have the components to even speak anymore! Thanks to the bot he was now trying to converse with.
“I’m fine. Besides, what does an Autobot like you care anyway?” His gruff voice spat. It held none of his usual venom and Bumblebee immediately knew that something wasn’t right. Megatron’s tone usually held such venom when it came to the Autobots. This lacked it completely.
::Yeah, I don’t really think you are.:: Bee retorted, rounding the edge before he leaned against the small shack-like structure that held the roof access door to the inside of the building.
“WELL I AM JUST FRAGGING FINE, SCOUT!” Megatron snarled, standing and looming, towering over the smaller mech. Bumbleebee’s face flashed fear for a moment before he realized that there was fluid pooling at the edges of his wild purple optics.
::You’re crying.:: He said in slight surprise, looking up at him. He had spoken before his processor caught up with him again. Purple optics flickered between the pretty royal color and the blood red of his natural coloration for a moment or two. Megatron’s shoulders slumped and he took a step or two back, leaning into the generator once again. He crossed his arms, raising one servo to hide his faceplate with a deep sigh, rubbing the saline fluid out of his optics. ::I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on. Frankly, I don’t think you should be alone while you’re in whatever this state is.:: Bumblebee beeped, looking up at the largely taller mech stubbornly. He barely came up to the bottom of Megatron’s chest plate so he had to crane his head back pretty far to do so.
“Fine… If you want to stay with a tyrannical valve-plug like me, then you’re more than welcome to stay!” He said rather passive-aggressive sarcastically. Bumblebee wasn’t surprised by the tone. He was used to that. But the words? Those hit him like a slap in the face. His cycling black and blue optics widened as he raised a servo up to cover over his mask and- by extension- his lips.
::You’re not a tyrannical valve-plug! Who in the galaxy would say that to you!?:: He beeped, standing up straighter and off the entrance building.
“How did you know that was said to me?” He asked softly, speaking in a weak whisper. He was breaking through Megatron’s walls. Sure, it was just a scratch on the surface, but it was still something and Bumblebee wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Was that how the saying went?
::I know how you see yourself. I know how your troops see you! Besides, based on your tone and frame stance, you’ve heard this a few times. Someone has clearly told you this.:: He counted off on his digits. Wow. He needed to stop hanging around Ratchet so much. Lowering his servos, he stepped forward, taking one of Megatron’s servos in his own. He gently rubbed it, his smaller servos wrapping around his as much as he possibly could. Megatron’s hands were large, compared to Bumblebee’s smaller ones.
“How can you be so sure?” Megatron’s voice told Bumblebee he was suspicious of his kind words. He sank down to sit on the generator again and the smaller yellow bug held his servo closer, standing in front of him properly now.
::You are old enough with plenty experience to know that loyalty is not won with fear and tyranny. And one of the Autobots’ biggest problems with the Decepticons is that they are so loyal to you that it is hard for us to break through your forces. All but a handful of your troops would lay down their lives for you!:: He took another step closer, almost touching Megaton’s bent knees. ::As for being a valve-plug? The fact that you reacted that way mean that you took it personally. From everything I’ve seen of you, you aren’t the mech that normally lets things like that get to you. I can tell you’ve heard this repeatedly and I can tell that it hurt.:: He leaned himself just a bit closer so he was actually touching him now. He reached forward, sliding his touch up his arms to wrap his own around his neck, holding him gently and as comfortingly as the smaller bot could. ::This show me your more… civilian side.:: He beeped softly in what would be a whispering tone if he had a voice. It was odd, holding the very bot who had ripped his vocalizer out like this. But he found he didn’t hate it.
Shock was evident on the warlord’s faceplate. He turned his red optics to look at him, slowly wrapping his large arms around the bug’s cinched waistline. Sighing, he allowed his helm to sink against his wide shoulders. Megatron was silent for a moment before speaking. “Thank you… Though I fear I must admit that me allowing you so close and to hold me has become for my own personal gain.” He admitted weakly. Why he was admitting anything to an Autobot was beyond him. But he didn’t hate it. He craved this intimate sort of touch.
::Megatron, I don’t think you fear anything.:: He said sweetly before standing on his pedetips. ::But that’s alright… Because its personal for me too.:: He beeped softly in his audial. He sank back on his treads, looking up at the silver warlord for a moment, leaving his servos on his shoulders. Servos previously placed on his hips slid up to his faceplate, one resting on his neck whilst the other gently thumbed over his mouth guard.
“Little scout… No… Bumblebee, may I kiss you?” He asked softly, formally. He spoke as if he were afraid the universe would hear and steal the little bug away from him. For the first time in centuries, the metal plating slid away, revealing what Bumblebee hid beneath; scaring marks that scratched up his lip plates somewhat similar to Megatron’s own. He was self-conscious about it and preferred to hide them beneath the mask.
Carefully, Megatron ran his thumb over his soft lip components before leaning in and pressing his own broken and cracked lips against his. It started soft and slow. Just a peck, followed by another, and another. Their lips began to linger longer against one another, being gentle and passionate. Both were in rather awkward positions, but neither really seemed to care as Megatron’s servos slipped back down to his hips. Bumblebee had such a thin, cinched waist with pretty, wide hips. Don’t get him started on the mech’s thighs! Megatron was definitely a sucker for thick, powerful thighs.
The kiss deepened with the swipe of his glossa over Bumblebee’s lower lip. He could have easily forced the scout to interface with him, take him here and make him his own. But he didn’t want that. He didn’t want to scare the little mech away. Bumblebee parted his lips ever so slightly, letting Megatron slip his glossa in. The living metal of their glossa met and Megatron found a welcome surprise in the form of a small ball piercing nestled in the dip. His old engines rumbled softly as he purred, gently squeezing Bumblebee’s hips. He pulled him closer, sliding his servos down to grip his thighs whilst a groan left his lips.
Bumblebee hated himself, but he broke away, vents cycling softly to help cool his rapidly heating frame. Megatron growled a whine softly, digits instinctively curling to poke the tips into the squishy metal of his thighs. ::Shhh, Sweetspark, its alright. There will be plenty of time for that in the future.:: He promised, servos petting his helm softly. Bumblebee wasn’t stupid, but he did wonder if this made them lovers. Young love…
“Why in the future? Why not now?” Longing optics looked down at Bumblebee, the tone sweet and lonely. Bumblebee feared he’d lose all resolve.
::Because we only have a short bit of time before the others start looking for me… Trust me. I’d rather spend that time reaching heights of pleasure a bot like me can only dream of!:: He sighed and let his shoulders slump back down as they had risen at the promise of pleasure. ::But I think it’d be better if we just kiss and cuddle… It’ll be easier when I have to leave.:: He looked away sadly, optics focusing loosely on the dark sky that seemed to stretch on for miles on end.
Megatron was silent for a moment before he brought a servo to cup his cheek, bringing his pretty face back to look at him. “I would very much like to show you those heights of pleasure.” That was all he said and all he had to say before Bumblebee’s resolve shattered like glass and he reached up to kiss him again. Megatron stood, both servos lifting Bumblebee up by the thighs and spreading them so he could hold him against his chassis. Bee could quite literally feel his lover’s massive spark thundering through his metal and against his own codpiece. He took one large step and placed his skid plate on the roof of the little shack, kissing down the small scout’s throat. He left sweet little nips and kisses that would surely leave paint transfers and marks all the way down. When his lips met those pretty black thighs, he kissed where his claws had pricked and scratched up a bit of paint, whispering little apologies as he went. But Bumblebee didn’t mind. He liked the marks. They showed what the pair was in the process of doing.
Blushing, the little mech brought his rounded digits up to cover his faceplate, looking through the cracks of his spread fingers whilst panting softly to relieve the heat quickly building in his nethers. A soft, cracked moan left his lips as Megatron kissed over his warm modesty panel. He raised a claw to playfully tap it a couple times, imagining the charge building beneath. Now wasn’t the time to speak. Now was the time for them both to explore the pleasure they could share with one another. A soft hiss and Bumblebee’s modesty panel folded neatly up on his hips, revealing his neat and tidy equipment; a spike housing slit similar to what Earth reptiles have and a pretty yellow mesh valve. His spike housing wasn’t very different from most, only having really one key difference; a small bundle of nerves at the top to which his spike would rub against when extended. No, the real jewel of his equipment was his valve; a pretty little thing with plush, puffy yellow lips and bright blue bio-lights circling the rim. The exterior node radiated with heat, glowing an almost shimmery blue. It looked like a true gem, glistening in the dim street light and what little illumination was cast off Megatron’s optics. It was slicked in Bumblebee’s rather pink lubricant.
“So pretty~!” Megatron mused out, his gravely voice practically vibrating the cool air around Bumblebee’s valve. This caused another moan of pleasure to leave his intake, static rimming the edges of each sound he made. Bumblebee should be terrified right now, having the very mech whom had torn his vocalizer from this throat stretching his glossa to lap at his valve. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t even begin to force himself to be scared. The only thing he could do was lean back and moan in pleasure. Megatron chuckled lightly as he moved his faceplate forward, dragging his glossa up and through his lips. He could taste the sweet flavor of his healthy lubricant, kneading his digits into his thighs carefully. He lapped at him and kneaded Bumblebee’s strong thighs as if he were a kitten, going so far as to pull him closer so he could lap up excess spillage.
After a while of tasting and testing his entrance, Megatron slipped his large glossa inside. He moved slow despite Bumblebee’s enthusiasm. He didn’t want to hurt him, though it was hard to control himself as Bee lifted his legs up over his shoulders and wrapped them around his helm. He leaned back, supporting himself with one servo whilst the other slid beneath his chassis, reaching to play and rub at his own spike housing. Megatron purred as his glossa sunk as far as it could go within the small scout. He could feel his calipers tightening around him, testing the stretch of them. He could tell the scout hadn’t worked himself much. He would need ample stretching to accommodate his sizable spike.
The pressure in his own hips had grown too much and he resolved to free his modesty panel, large silver plated spike freeing from his sheath. One servo left Bee’s thighs to palm and rub over the plates, being careful not to overstimulate himself and spill early in his own servo. The small yellow mech whimpered and moaned out little sounds, spike slowly freeing from his split. He moaned lengthily, throwing back his helm and crying out; ::Megatron~!:: as his spike rubbed over the cluster of nodes. Megatron’s glossa continued to work, continued to taste and find which bundle of nerves inside his little Bee that created the greatest reactions. He pulled his tongue from him, licking up a bit of excess lubricant that spilled from his valve.
Bumblebee sat up a little, optics opening in curiosity while a whimper lift his lips. He missed the stimulation. He needed it. Megatron simply chuckled, taking the servo off his spike to gently press him back against the roof. “Shhh, its okay. Let me take care of you.” He encouraged in a low, seductive tone. Bumblebee’s faceplate lit up in a bright blue flush as he obeyed, letting the weight of Megatron’s heavy servo lay him back. He closed his optics again and laid his arms over his faceplate while his warlord commented on how cute he was and how good he was being. Praise was something the bug starved for.
Slipping a single digit of one servo into his lips, Megatron watched Bee squirm beneath his touch. He whined softly and Megatron just purred, making sure his pointed claw was plenty slick with his oral fluids and the little bug’s lubricants. He leaned over him, pressing his lips to his neck, starting to kiss and lick and worship him while his servo moved in to position. He was careful, making sure he spread his lips before pressing his digit in. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he entered his digit. He drew it out before pressing back in, moving deeper with each little thrust. As he sunk to the knuckle, Bumblebee’s walls tightened around him and he cried out a moan of pleasure. His walls flooded with valve fluid, his spike releasing sticky ropes of pink transfluid. Pleasure filled him, a charge racing through and out of his frame in the first overload of the evening.
As he came down from his high, he started to whimper, tears pricking the corners of his optics. Megatron immediately began to panic, worry filling his processor. “Bumblebee? What’s wrong?” He asked, reaching up to kiss the tears, worrying he had hurt his little scout.
::I-I overloaded before you!:: He whimpered, upset that Megatron hadn’t had the same pleasure he had. He pouted him at him as Megatron just chuckled, working his digit in and out of him slowly before he could insert the second.
“Oh, sweetspark. That’s alright! You’re much younger than me. Its natural!” He said reassuringly. He found it absolutely adorable how the small mech was so emotional, so worried about something that would no doubt happen many times that night. “You’ve actually helped me. I’ll be able to enter you much easier now.” He promised, scissoring the two digits inside of him. “See? You’re so wet and pliant~! Can you feel yourself stretching for me?” He cooed lovingly, kissing his lips softly, playfully nipping him. The little mech felt a bit better, settling back down and let Megatron work a third, soaked digit into him. Megatron took the time to lick up Bee’s chassis, cleaning him free of his own messy transfluid. He could taste the sweet bitter charge still and absolutely loved it over bite of it.
“I’m going to enter you now, alright?” He warned, drawing his digits out. He collected fluids and lubricant, rubbing them over his own spike. It stood at attention, his red bio-lights between the plates pulsing with wild excitement. Bumblebee didn’t speak, just nodded.
Once his spike was sufficiently lubricated, he slipped his servos around his little Bee’s hips and thighs. He lifted him up and positioned him over his spike. One of Bumblebee’s legs stretched across Megatron’s hip while the other hung at his side. His elbow bent on top of the shack, Bumblebee held onto it for support. He smiled up at his lover, nodding to reassure him that it was alright. As gentle as a warlord could, Megatron sank Bumblebee down on his spike, pushing up into him at the same time. Bumblebee’s entire frame trembled as he bit onto his knuckle, trying to stop the sounds coming from his lips. Megatron’s spike was almost as long as Bee’s entire forearm! His poor valve was stretching as wide as his calipers would allow for the moment. Over time, he’d stretch, but for now he took time to adjust, midsection swollen with his spike. His own significantly smaller spike drooled transfluid, valve fluid and lubricant dripping around Megatron and splattering onto the floor around their pedes. The little Autobot found it far more enticing than he should of. He wondered just how much of a puddle he- no, they would create as the night drew on.
“You’re doing so well, such a good boy! Look at that, you took me on your first try!” Megatron praised into his audials, reaching up to lovingly bite his fins as they leaned back into his sharp teeth.
He started slow, moving his spike shallowly after giving his little lover time to adjust. The last thing he wan’t to do was hurt him. He held him by one hand on is hips and the other cupping his side, carefully thrusting into him. He drew out a little faster than he pushed in, grinding his spike against delicious nodes along his stretched walls. This pattern continued until the little lover he supported whispered dirty words, begging the mech above him to take him like he deserved to be taken. He was a mech built for war. He could take a perfect interface session. Megatron rose to his challenge, shifting Bee so he could better hold onto the roof of the little shack. Almost immediately after taking his hips in his servos, he began thrusting, pressing his spike in and out with a harsh pace, slamming the little bug’s hips back against his own. He held onto his hips, digging his claws in and leaving little scratches. Bumblebee didn’t seem to care at ALL as he lifted his legs back to wrap around his hips. He knew the scratches and paint transfers would be well worth the pleasure in his loins.
The hours ticked by like minutes and Bumblebee wished it could have lasted longer, but with both of their vents pouring steams from hot engines and a charge racing through their frames, neither could last much longer, though Bumblebee’s worn valve had overloaded several times by now. He was young and this pace kept his charge rampant. By the time the sun was just barely peaking over the sand, Bumblebee held onto the wall against the front of the shack for more support. Megatron clung to the roof so he didn’t claw holes in his little bug. The structure threatened to crumble beneath their weights.
As the sun laid against his form, a great roar left the warlord’s lips, a howl leaving Bumblebee’s own. The sounds echoed an animalistic nature as Megatron spilled seemingly gallons of transfluid into Bumblebee’s valve and gestation tank. The little bug himself sobbed out pleasure as he felt so full, spike emptying what transfluid he had left in his reserves onto the floor of the roof. Well, this certainly wasn’t how he had expected this scouting mission to go, but he wasn’t complaining.
“Bumblebee?” Megatron said through the panting and whirring of his fans.
::Mhm?:: He asked weakly, framing pluming with steam as he looked back at him, the smile on his face loving and tired.
“I love you.” He said without hesitation, not fearing what his little Bee would respond with. He would make this work! Somehow… He just needed a chance to prove it.
::Meggsie, I love you so much it hurts.:: He looked up at him, smiling sweetly and lovingly. He panted and whined softly as Megatron lifted him off his limp spike. There was certainly much to clean and Megatron was happy to lick the other’s thighs and valve. The mess on them both didn’t compare to the mess was on the ground by their pedes. He closed up his panel as his spike retracted, helping Bee do the same once he was clean. ::We have to go back to our own bases now, don’t we?:: He asked sadly, softly, looking at the sun as tears started to fill his optics again. He couldn’t meet Megatron’s gaze.
“Yes…” Megatron’s voice was shallow, shaky even.
::Do you want this? Do you want to keep doing this?:: He refused to look at him, knowing he would devolve into more tears the moment he did.
“Bumblebee, I would do anything to keep it going. I love you!” He growled, taking his little lover’s chin a little more roughly than he meant to. He pulled him into a kiss. When it broke, there were tears streaming down Bee’s faceplate.
::Megatron, that’s so sweet. But please… Don’t be sweet… Ask me to stay.:: He whispered against his lips, holding his servo against his chassis, begging him, pleading him. If… If he asked, Bumblebee knew he would never be able to reject him. Not after everything filling his spark and processor… and valve.
“Bee, the autobots are like your family! I couldn’t ask you to leave them… Despite how much I want to…” He growled the last bit. He hated the Autbots but Bumblebee meant so much to him. He’d spare them… for now, for him.
::Stop being so sweet!:: He cried out. ::If… If they find out about us, they’ll tell me to leave you… Or they’ll just use me to get to you… I can’t choose them over you..:: He cried, holding Megatron’s servo to his faceplate. ::Please… Please ask me to leave them… If you truly love me, ask me to stay… with you…:: Megatron was absolutely torn. He hated doing this. But he had to. He loved his little scout far too much.
“Bumblebee, my spark, my lover, my mate, will you join me? I won’t force you to fight. I will never force you into anything. Just… Please… Will you join me?” Megatron’s spark felt like it was pouring from his intake. He hated it. But he loved Bumblebee and he would do anything for him, even spill every thought in his mind.
::I will, my mate. No matter what it takes. I will stay with you! I love you!:: Bumblebee threw his arms around his neck, holding his lover close as he kissed him lovingly. Megatron was more than happy to lay his lips against his mate’s, holding him close. He lifted him up by the hips, setting him down on the ground away from their mess.
Megatron called a ground bridge from SoundWave, an arm around his small lover’s waist. While his mate spoke to the silent spy, Bumblebee dug into one of his audials, pulling out a small circular disc.
“Is everything alright?” Megatron asked in worry as he watched, concerned that he had just watched Bee rip something out of his helm.
::Yeah. Everything is perfect.:: He smiled up at him, looking at his lover. Megatron bent down to capture his lips one last time before Bee covered his scars with his battle mask once again. He threw the disc to the roof and crushed it beneath his pede. The blue-green glow of the portal opened and together, Bumblebee took his first steps onto the Nemesis ship.
As the bridge cycled closed, a small voice came from the Autobot commlink that Bumblebee had tried to crush. “Bumblebee? Bumblebee, report in. Bee? Come in? You there?” Optimus Prime’s voice called in worry. He tone was more than just a leader’s…