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001 "Chapter 1" by Abraxas 2010-06-01
Lying to Bumblebee was not easy. It was the worst although neither the riskiest nor the deadliest task Sam faced that night. Truth was that he loved his guardian and he hated the thought of putting the Autobot into stress. Not that lying was any better but it had to be that way. If the intention of that night was revealed there would be no way the Camaro was going to allow it. Worse - if Optimus Prime discovered the secret there could be no way to explain it let alone justify it.
It was not supposed to be a secret. Everything started as an effort to make peace between the Cybertronians. The way it evolved into what it became simply defied analysis. And no doubt the conventions of behavior between species from worlds as unequal as theirs.
Sam, in front of the mirror, studied the image with eyes that revealed a kind of guilt. Not overt shame. Yet there might have been a touch of that especially at the end when he turned askance. The floor was a more comfortable place to look and forget. Ritual provided another avenue of escape - buttoning a shirt, tying shoes, humming the song Bumblebee played.
Bumblebee. Sam shut his eyes and sighed. What a vain attempt to take his mind off the deception!
Optimus Prime would have been hurt so many different ways. Therefore he could not allow the truth to be revealed. Pretence. Excuse. And bold face lie. That was how everything was staying while the relationship was maintained.
Passion - spurred by determined teenaged recklessness - impelled the endeavor at the start. At the end, now, it became a mixture of excitement and love. Yes, love, star crossed love to be certain. Like Romeo and Juliet. Especially tainted by the forbidden flavor of the affair.
The other lied about it too. So much was at stake if the relationship was known. The consequences of it and walls erected to conceal it oddly proved to the human that the love was real. Despite its patches of roughness. Its moments of peril. They did much to hurt each other yet in pain reconciled they found oceans of pleasure that their willing and able bodies ached to explore.
Because it was kept a secret they could not rely on technology to communicate. A radio would have alerted the Autobots and could have been monitored by the Decepticons. E-mails and IM's were less than secure with the Internet now chocked with Cybertronian worms fighting their battles across the vastness of virtual reality. And cellulars were avoided as the NSA recorded their calls.
Instead the two relied on the most low-tech of methods. It could be the way he wore his jacket or the color of his shirt. Sunglasses. Hats. Never a single item but a variety of signals. And never anything that might be suspected. Just like that messages trickled back and forth.
Sam opened a drawer and revealed a trove of perfumes. Most were the regular, typical of a human. A few others were curious. Searches through the Internet brought to attention stores where such oddities were sold. Scents that mimicked gasoline and diesel were especially popular. He dabbed on a sample of cologne - not enough to be conspicuous but just enough to be noticed by the right kind of people. Of course, it was impossible to mask the organic scent of his body, the joy was about those subtle hints of something beyond human that symbolized even eroticized what he and the other shared.
The clock struck twelve - a glance at the mirror, a final adjustment - and it was time.
END