Sweet as honey, cold as iron
Bumblebee/Megatron TFP drabbles. Enjoy!
Shattering
"Tell me it wasn't an accident." His shuddering buzzes would haunt him forever more, to the end of time. "Tell me it was meant to be, and I'll stop. I won't cry anymore." He begged.
"... I'm sorry." Megatron felt the straining agony of the truth. "I'm sorry Bee... it was an accident. I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you. It just happened and... I couldn't stop it."
The grey warlord felt the first tears he'd shed in millenias crack his optics, as he watched the sweet world he'd made for Bumblebee shatter around the spark-broken bug.
And then, Bumblebee ran.
Angel
"It was and accident. I didn't mean to fall for you! But slaggit Bee; I did! I fell for your huge, gorgeous optics! Went head-over-pedes for your glittering form! Dove madly for your shimmering paint! For the love of Unicron Bumblebee, you Primus sent angel; I love you and will love you until the end of time, to the very moment my spark is ripped from it's chamber! And I'm sorry!" Megatron finally grounded his frenzy, panting madly. He waited for Bumblebee to run again, but instead, was met with a thankful embrace.
Father of choices
Bumblebee stood, limbs out stretched defensively, optics defiant.
"Don't touch him."He hissed. Optimus stared in a blend of amazement and shock. "I love him. Dammit, I love him more than you could possibly understand! I can't live without him and I don't care, will never care, whether you or anyone else think it's wrong! I know he just used me at first, but now? Now, I know that I mean as much to him as he does to me! So you can't take him from me Optimus! Not without a fight." And Bumblebee drew his weapon, pointing the barrel in his leader's, no – his father's direction.
"If you win though, please be merciful; kill me with him Prime. I beg of you."
At last
The sunset reached through the window to bid them farewell, as the Decepticon and his treasure waved it goodbye. Bumblebee smiled beneath his mask, cuddling closer to Megatron's strong chest.
Everything was fine. Everything had changed. And Bumblebee was happy at last.
A metaphor
"In this world, we are manipulated and played, mere puppets to whomever has mastered us. And though we cannot fight those strings, others we master ourselves can snap them with little effort." His thumb slid slowly across his lips.
"... I'm scared of those strings." Bee drawled, musing over how childish he sounded.
"Don't be, my darling. I shall cut you free." As their lips touched, those metaphorical strings were yanked from Prime's fingers and cascaded upon the floor, while Bumblebee wrapped his arms around his enemy and bondmate's neck.