The lonely nights in the Witwicky garage are the worst. He spent ages alone in the utter space, in his travel from Cybertron to Earth, and long nights alone on this planet before his companions join him. But here, with his human friend, his charge, so close but out of reach, and all his cybertronian friends far away in the desert, in the NEST bases, the solitude is almost unbearable.
But then, a decepticon signal pop on his HUD.
Barricade.
Bee knows that Barricade can hide his signal better than that, but maybe the Mustang feels lonely as well.
It's not the first night they chase each other in the suburbia, and it will not be the last.
As usual they end up in the scrapyard where they fought for Sam so many months ago.
And they fight again, as the other nights, but this night Barricade's strikes seem half-hearted and the whole exercise feels like a sparring match more than a fight.
Bee would like to ask if something happened, but then again they never speak to each other in nights like that.
"Nights like that"… Bumblebee knows he shouldn't have "nights like that", he should report that to Optimus Prime. He should take advantage of the situation for capturing the decepticon, have him processed or incarcerated.
But then the Camaro will not have another "night like that" and this thought is unbearable for the young mech.
As those thoughts distract the yellow bot, the Mustang takes advantage of it and pins the younger mech beneath him.
Bee knows that he should be afraid, that he should struggle for getting free. But all he can do is vent deeply and fast, and try to do not think of they relative position. Bee's legs are between the larger mech's ones, and their interface port are close each other. The Mustang is holding the Camaro's arms close to the yellow one's helm, and Barricade face is hovering over Bee's one. Then the black mech dips his nose plate in the crook of Bee's neck and deeply inhales.
The younger mech trembles for the proximity and for the intimacy of the gesture. "Nights like that" usually are for sparring, and silent company not for THIS, whatever thing THIS would be.
"'Cade..?" he whimpers, and that sort of break the spell, and before Bee could add anything else, the decepticon is in his alt form, with his rumbling engine taking him as far as possible.
He should really go home and report this to Optimus, yes, that's what he's suppose to do. But Bee, even being a good soldier, is a teenager in human terms. So, even if he knows what he should do, he cannot take himself to do so. He also know what he shouldn't do, jerk himself at the memory of the black, bigger mech over him, but in "nights like this" he cannot take himself to stop.