Well, I didn't really have much inspiration for this one, all I wanted to do was to write Sentinel in a pairing with someone. And, everyone knows that Bumblebee's been with JUST ABOUT EVERYONE/THING and I didn't see a SentinelxBee one, so here it is. Word.

I really like Sentinel and I don't know why. (: I'm pretty sure that he's only an asshole because he's bitter about Elita and stuff. I always figured they were in a relationship. What if he was in love with her? What if Sentinel wanted to bond with her and have a future with her? And then to have her die, and you not even able to do anything would affect just about everyone. Also, if your boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse/whatever disappeared for a while and you thought him/her were dead, and them to come back half robotic, you'd be pretty disgusted and overwhelmed too. Especially if you were as afraid of robots as Sentinel is to organics.

Okay. I'm stopping before I go into a full rant. Haha. Stop listening to me ramble and go read the story. C: First Transformers fic, so go easy on me. ;] May or may not continue this, depends on if I get reviews or not. xD

And make sure to review! ;3

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Transformers Animated. Unfortunately. D:

Bumblebee whistled as he strolled through the Autobot Main Headquarters in Iacon, his good mood radiated from his cheeky smile and bouncing stride. The fame he'd acquired through his adventures at Earth quickly elevated him to Elite Guard rank. He'd finally reached his dream! Although, that dream did involve being near the insufferable glitch-head Sentinel Magnus and the ever paranoid new Intel Chief Cliffjumper, Bumblebee thought. But, it didn't matter anyway. He was a part of the Elite Guard now, and nothing could stop him.

Passing by several closed corridors, he made his way back to his quarters. Turning a corner, he caught a glimpse of an open door. Bumblebee grinned, plans for a prank instantly popping up in his processor. Now that he thought about it, he did subspace some ferocious magenta paint earlier this morning. Tiptoeing quietly into the open quarters, Bumblebee's grin grew wider and wider. There, with his face planted into a datapad and his fans whirring softly in recharge, was Sentinel Magnus. Bumblebee stifled a giggle. The slagger deserves nothing less than this, thought the yellow compact smugly. This is for all of those transform-ups in Boot Camp.

He unsubspaced the magenta paint and a paintbrush, creeping slowly up to the recharging mech. The mech mumbled something softly, but otherwise didn't show any signs of waking. Smirking once again, Bee slowly swirled the paintbrush in the magenta paint. A mustache and a nice unibrow would look stunning on the truck. This is too easy, the subcompact thought with an even bigger smirk.

The blue Magnus muttered a word again. Of course, the curious Bumblebee leaned forward to try and catch the word.

Before he could react, the blue 'bot's arms encircled his waist, pulling him into a tight embrace. Bumblebee squeaked with indignation, dropping the paint and brush. What in the Pit? Did the fragger wake up? Much to Bee's discomfort, Sentinel's arms came to rest around his waist, a huge blue servo planted on the small of his back. Somehow, Bumblebee now found himself curled in the bigger bot's lap. Bumblebee struggled, not quite believing what was happening. "What is your problem?!" he squawked, his hands pressing on Sentinel's chest, trying to escape. These attempts proved fruitless, as Bumblebee realized just how small he was compared to the truck.

Bee froze as Sentinel leaned down to nuzzle Bee's neck. The blue mech mumbled incoherently into his neck and planted a kiss to his main fuel line at the base of his neck. He tried to wiggle free again, but the servo on his back kept him firmly pressed to the broad chassis in front of him.

Sentinel nuzzled the shocked Bee for a klik, occasionally pressing a kiss to the black neck in front of him. It was then, after a few more kliks of wiggling, that Bumblebee realized that Sentinel was still in recharge. The Magnus' optics were definitely powered off and Bee could faintly hear the soft whirring of his internal systems.

Bee shifted again, and weighed his options. He could either do plan A: Be as loud as possible, wake up the Magnus, and probably have a homicidal mech on his hands, or he could go with plan B: Deal with the newfound affectionate side of Sentinel, wait for a chance to escape, and get out of this with all of his limbs intact. Naturally, Bee went with plan B. (harhar. That was a wonderful pun, if I do say so myself)

After about a breem of squirming, Bee's leg finally broke free. He gave a triumphant whoop of joy, then covered his vocalizer with his servos, temporarily forgetting where he was. It was a miracle that the leader of the Autobots hadn't woken up yet, with all the noise Bee was making. He'd simply just been resting his head on the younger bot's shoulder, deeply in recharge.

Bee's other leg was almost free when the affectionate-in-recharge Sentinel pressed his face into the subcompact's neck again, trailing sweet kisses up his main fuel line. Bumblebee shivered, feeling the first echoes of pleasure as Sentinel's big servos moved to the sides of his hips, tweaking a few wires inside sensitive transformation seams along the way. His freed leg had fallen to the floor, and Bee instantly and without thought pressed closer to the Magnus and straddled him tightly. He gasped as the blue plow truck made it to his chin and pressed a lingering peck to the corner of his mouth. The Magnus murmured something sleepily again, and this time Bee was close enough to hear it.

"Elita."

Bee stiffened. Had Sentinel been dreaming about someone else and done this subconsciously? Who the frag is Elita, anyway? He'd never heard of that name in the Elite Guard ranks or in the Alpha nobility, and the arrogant Sentinel would never settle for less than that. His thoughts were cut off as Sentinel tightened his grip on his hips, grinding up into Bee's interface panel as he captured Bee's lower lip with his denta, sucking gently. The subcompact whined softly, feeling Sentinel's glossa swipe across his trapped lower lip. Bee's eyes widened at the whine. This could get out of control very fast, he decided. His thoughts were cut short as Sentinel pulled slightly away, that same name he'd been mumbling came off his lips again, close enough that Bumblebee could feel the word on his lower lip. The leader closed the distance between the two, pressing his lips gently to Bumblebee's. All thoughts washed away as Bee felt the pure emotion in that one kiss. The love that radiated from it was staggering, and Bee couldn't help but to let out a moan, muffled by Sentinel. All this gentleness and delicacy was so off from Sentinel's usual behavior, and Bumblebee couldn't help but to wonder where this came from and what triggered it.

Bumblebee's thoughts were cut off as Sentinel's wandering hands brushed a sensor node in his hip, startling a low moan from Bee. The yellow subcompact arched into him, white-hot pleasure racing through his back struts, and dug his small digits into the seams underneath the bigger bot's shoulder plows. He pushed further into the kiss, his small glossa flicking across Sentinel's lips. The bot complied, and soon Sentinel's glossa was passionately exploring the wet cavern of Bee's mouth, the younger 'bot giving off moans and shivers of delight. As Sentinel kissed Bee like he'd never been kissed before, he stroked and gently pinched that same sensor in his hip, leaving him a quivering mess.

Somehow, through this processor-blowing kiss, Bee heard Sentinel's systems whirr and click out of recharge and remembered the situation at hand. He just made out with a recharging slaghead. Not just a recharging slaghead, THE recharging slaghead. Aw, slag! The yellow racer struggled to slip out of Sentinel's death grip as the whirring and clicking from the Magnus' internal systems sped up into a normal, functioning speed. Bee's processors froze to a roaring halt as Sentinel's optics powered on to find himself in a passionate lip-lock with one of his subordinates. As soon as he felt Sentinel's lips go slack against his, the yellow subcompact wrenched himself away, feeling energon creep to his faceplates when he noticed the trail of mouth lubricants still connecting the two. Bee swatted it away, his faceplates burning.

Sentinel shuttered his optics briefly, and Bee took that time to throw all of his weight at one of the arms imprisoning him, but he didn't even manage to move them a budge. The Magnus seemed to be taking an extra long time to pull out of recharge, so the situation didn't dawn on him at the moment.

The awkwardness was getting exceedingly uncomfortable to Bee, and he did the only thing he knew how to do: blurt out something inappropriate at completely the wrong time. Bee asked rather quickly, "Who is Elita?"

Now that took Sentinel out of his slow post-recharge sleepiness. He narrowed his optics at the bot still straddling him. "What was that?" He rumbled, a hidden threat beneath his voice.

Bumblebee realized too late that that was the absolute worst thing he could have said in that situation. He gulped under the big blue bot's glare, responding to him hesitantly, "W-who is Elita? … S-sir!"

Sentinel snarled and stood up, scooping the yellow bot up in his arms and dumping him roughly on the floor in front of his desk. "How did you know about her?!" He hissed, servos slamming down onto his desk, crunching datapads and the desk itself with its force. Bumblebee's optics widened and he opened his mouth to answer. However, Sentinel cut him off. "Nevermind!" He interrupted, glaring daggers down at the mech on the floor. "You will go back to your quarters, and await your punishment! This kind of behavior is unacceptable! Assaulting your commanding officer, this is ridiculous!"

Bee scrambled as fast as he could out of that room, pressing himself to the far wall of the outside hallway. Sentinel's door slid shut fast, but Bee caught a glimpse of Sentinel slumping back into his chair and cradling his head in his hands. It was a sad gesture, and Bee's curiosity about this "Elita" femme only grew. Sentinel was obviously angry and hurt about whatever happened between the two, and he was going to figure it out. Bumblebee's infinite curiosity perked to its peak at this newfound information, and his processor practically itched to figure out this new unknown.

He had to figure it out. It was stuck on his processor and Bee wouldn't rest until this mystery was explained.