Just to let you guys know, this takes place right after transwarped, where Megs and Starscream were trapped on Omega Surpreme teleporting around the galaxy, and Blurr got offlined. Somewhere around there. I'm not sure. It's been so long since I've watched it.
WARNINGS; This chapter contains RAPE, pure and simple. It won't hurt too much if you can skip over this chapter and got to the next. Also, lots transformer cursing. You can skip that too if you like.
It hurt.
Everything ached. Or more so, everything in his processor did.
It took Bumblebee a second to remember everything, and another second to shoot up onto his feet, his optics surveying the room he currently resided in.
Bumblebee expected to wake up in a dank cell at the bottom of the Decepticon base. Or to awake half-dead, broken and dismantled, in a torture room. Or even to not wake at all. Overall, Bumblebee didn't know what to expect.
What he didn't expect was to wake up on a recharge berth in the middle of a giant room, completely fine and unharmed. He slowly sat up, jumping slightly when there was the buzzzzt of a laser chain. The laser restraint followed Bee as he sat up, attached to his neck.
Bumblebee blinked, slowly looking down to stare dumbly at the thick buzzing bright pink chain attached to a small collar on his neck for a moment. Laser chains were lasers that were solid and indestructible, made of a fine and extremely rare energy crystal found deep in Cybertron. Easily dispatched by the pressing of a button, yet quite tough.
Bumlblebee's metal brow furrowed as his processor recalled all this information rapidly. He fell silent, staring at the chain and collar in a kind of stupefied daze, not really taking it in, until…
'FRAG! Fragfragfragfrag SLAG slagslagslagslag! Oh, pipe-aft, SLAGGING PRIMUS!'
As he let an endless chorus of disgusting curses that should have never graced his young mouth he went into complete hysterics. He tugged and pulled at the end of the chain that was attached to the wall, going as far to plant a foot on the wall and pull with all his might. When that didn't work, he placed both on and pulled. That was unsuccessful too. As was shocking it with his stingers (deactivated, as he found out when he attempted to shoot but nothing happened).
It took him a few minutes to exhaust all the swear words he had stashed in his vocabulary, and another few to go over all his memories, and get his processor in order, all while hyperventilating, before he finally calmed down.
Venting some air through his intakes a few times helped to calm him down fully. Well, calm enough to look around the room he was staying in.
His optics followed upwards just as slowly to survey the room he was in. The first thing he noticed was the berth he was sitting on. A flame of unease grew in Bumblebee as he took in how big it was.
It was HUGE.
Shifting uncomfortably, he examined the rest of the room.
The whole thing was, once again, HUGE. The whole left side of the room was fully open to the warm afternoon sun, and it provided a nice view of a forest, and further up in the distance, Lake Erie. Bumblebee studied it. It might be good for an escape, but judging by the view it was pretty high up. And he was no seeker. Although his boosters might help…
In the corner was a gigantic computer screen that almost took up half the wall with a desk and chair next to it. After that was a door, leading to who knows where. At the far end of the room, next to the desk and window was another door, this one smaller and less noticeable. It took Bumblebee a few scans to actually notice it.
The whole room was quite plain, all dank but with pristine clean grey metal floors and walls, except for the giant purple Decepticon symbol painted behind the computer.
Seeing the Decepticon symbol put Bumblebee even more at unease. What were they planning to do to him? What did Blitzwing do to him? This was no torture chamber, that was for sure. It was a room. Somebody's room. And whoever that somebody was he was pretty big. Almost big enough to be-
Bumblebee cut himself off, not even wanting to say it, or frighten himself anymore than he had to. He knew he had a huge imagination (as Ratchet told him too often) and he knew now was not the time to exploit it. He needed to calm down, gather his thoughts and decide a course of action. Optimus had better have been right about those instructions.
Everything had happened so fast, and the day wasn't even over. Bumblebee was suddenly cut through with grief at the thought of his Optimus, which prompted him to think of the rest of his usually dysfunctional family. He knew they were alive, but would it last? Would the Decepticons hunt them down and kill them all? And what about their base? They had to get a new one, and fast.
As images of his family and Sari popped up, Bumblebee had to bite his lip to keep himself from crying. That was just uncool. But everything seemed so new and daunting now. He was here, all alone in a Decepticon base. Without his happy warm family he felt completely alone and vulnerable. Only Primus knew what would happen to him now. What if he never saw anyone again?
Bumblebee had to smile when he wondered what the others would act like if they were caught in his current "dilemma." Prowl would be all professional and calm, Bulkhead kinda clueless and panicky, Ratchet completely pissed off and Optimus: attempted calmness and the attempted making of a plan, quickly followed by a short curse, then once again attempted calm escape.
Trying not to smile, Bee quickly shifted his legs into Prowl's signature crossed leg seat and squinted his eyes, indicating deep though.
'Stillness…' he coldly drawled out in imitation of Prowl's smooth tone. '…And strike!' As he shouted that he sprung up, clumsily copying Prowl's ninja style, and (attempted) to gracefully rip the laser rope out of it's socket. His hands slipped, and he fell clumsily to his aft.
When all he gained from that was sore servos and a hurting aft Bee smiled. 'Sorry Prowl.' He said out loud, trying not to laugh. Even when Bee was captured and chained, making fun of Prowl never got old. 'But your stupid ninja tricks didn't help me here.'
'Okay. I'll skip Optimus, since his calm leader approach probably ain' gonna work anyway. Let's see… Bulkie!'
He stood up and heroically thrust his chassis out, swinging his fist back. 'This'll be a cinch! Wreaking balls can destroy anything!' He tried to deepen his vocaliser as much as he could, although it was hard.
Trying not to collapse in a fit of laughter Bumblebee swung his fist and flatout punched the wall. It hit with a resounding crack and Bumblebee leapt back with a yelp, cradling his servo. 'Sorry Bulkhead, I'm just not as strong as you are.'
'Next! Ratchet.'
Bumblebee pushed his bottom lip out and stood up, hunching his back. 'What the? Frag! Fraggen hell!' He made his voice as scratchy and decrepit as he could, tugging at the rope. 'Wah' kind o' stupid deceptifraggers would do this? Fraggin aft-holes! I'll rearrange their tail-pipe til they can't tell their servos from their Primus forsaken aft-circuits!'
Bee fell to the beth, struggling not to laugh. He reckoned he pulled off Ratchet pretty well. He just hoped Ratchet never saw that, or he would rearrange his tail-pipe!
'Now, who next…,' Bee wondered as he sat up. 'Hey! I can do… me!' And with that he started running in small, frantic circles, yelling and screaming. Stopping and falling to the ground, he laughed to himself. That had defiantly cheered him up.
His small victory was interrupted when the giant thumping of blades and the roar of an engine cut through the air. Bumblebee stopped and slowly turned to the open wall, fearfully studying the forest, and the sky above it. The sound was coming from there.
Before Bee could do anything a huge thundering helicopter rose into view and transformed, touching down far too gently for a mech of his size. Bumblebee's mouth fell open, and he couldn't help but shake.
Megatron. Mega-fucking-fraggin-con.
Himself.
Fragfragfrag.
But wasn't he transwarping around the galaxy- how could…? Bumblebee thought in disbelief and horror. He didn't get much time to ponder, as the situation suddenly loomed down on him.
Megatron had just landed in the same room as him. And he was chained to the fragging wall.
He was so, so fragged.
Bumblebee watched, optics wide and huddled back into the wall as far as he could, while Megatron, the perfect picture of Decepticon bulk and bravo, stretched out his limbs nimbly and made swiftly for the door at the other end of the room, not noticing him in the slightest.
It wasn't until Megatron was halfway out the door when he suddenly paused with a start. Bumblebee's optics grew wider, and his vents hitched.
After a few seconds Megatron whirled around surprisingly gracefully and zoned in on Bumblebee. Bumblebee gaped, trying not to squeak in fear.
Megarton was huge. And scary. The way his face was twisted into a deadly scowl as he glared at Bee scared him senseless. He had a dark air of command about him, and everything about him urged Bee to run as far as he could. But, considering the circumstances, he couldn't.
The both of them stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before Megatron whipped out his fusion cannon too quick for Bumblebee to see.
With a small screech Bee leapt to the side as a column of plasma energy burned a blackened pit next to him. He gave another yelp when his arm got too close to the next blast of searing heat that hit the berth.
'Frag!' He shouted as Megatron let forth his third blast, causing Bee to scramble on all fours and leap widely to the left, forgetting at that moment that his neck was still attached to the laser chain, which was attached to the wall. He was yanked backwards in the air by his neck, to his great dismay and pain, and landed on the ground near the berth.
'Fragging slaghead! Oh, ouch….' Bee whispered as he sat up on the floor, gingerly rubbing his damaged sore neck circuits and groaning softly in pain. It was then he was aware of the silence, and he remembered the… "predicament" he was in.
Slowly his optics trailed upwards to see Megatron's own blood red optics boring into his own, although they didn't hold any of the previous anger- they were almost as wide as his, as if he was confused. Bee was amazed at how red Megatron's optics were. They were so big… and red…
Megatron's optics broke away and focused on the laser chain connecting Bee to the wall. With a few quick strides, he was in front of Bumblebee, bending down.
Bumblebee squeaked in fear and furiously back-pedalled into the wall, staring fearfully up at Megatron, but he didn't care for Bee now. He reached out and snatched the laser chain, bringing it to his faceplates, examining it closely while Bee held his breath.
'APRIL FOOLZ, OH GREAT LEADER MEGATRON! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!'
Both Bee and Megatron together cringed at the loud, CRAZY voice that echoed from the now open door as Blitzwing bolted from the doorway, laughing manically the whole time. Bumblebee gasped as he looked back at Megatron to see his faceplates contorted into absolute fury.
He griped the laser chain hard, and threw it down in rage, before rising and bolting out, readying his canon. Bee heard the crazy laughter cut off quickly to be replaced by the sound of shooting, and finally a long, drawn-out wail. Even Bumblebee had to cringe on the Con's behalf. He wouldn't like to at the receiving end of that huge monstrosity on Megatron's arm! But that explained a bit of it now. Blitzwing had chucked him in here as a cruel April Fool's day prank. But what for? Just for Megatron to have some fun killing him? Bee groaned. It was sort of funny in a wacked out, crazy way. Here he was setting pranks up for everyone when he got nabbed into a huge prank by Blitzwing. He was going to kill the damn idiot human who had made it up when he got out of here. If he got out of here.
After, silence. Bumblebee crawled up onto the berth and ran at the laser chain, tugging at it furiously. He had out of here now! When Megatron came back, he would no doubt kill him, and Bee was too young to die!
Bee froze when he heard slow, hard footsteps coming towards the door. FRAG!
His efforts became more frantic, until the door slid smoothly open and Bumblebee gave up, turning and pressing himself into the wall as much as he could, his baby blue optics wide. As small as he was there was no way he could simply disappear. He wished he could.
Megatron entered looking smug and sated, the tip of his canon still smoking. He looked at Bumblebee with searching optics for a few moments, holding his blank look. Finally, his mind seemingly made up, a slow smirk spread among the Decepticon leader's face. Bee felt his fuel pump falter, and struggled to keep it from stopping.
'I know exactly what to do with you,' he grinned evilly, a terrifying lilt to his tone.
Bumblebee just scowled angrily, relying on his short temper to hide his fear. 'What are you going to do to me?' He growled, short and to the point.
'I'm not going to do anything to you.' Megatron stated breezily. 'I just want something from you. I do believe the humans call it… your virginity.'
Bumblebee gasped, but it epically failed when his faceplate screwed up in confusion halfway through. 'What's a virginity?' He asked, shifting uncomfortably when Megatron walked to the side of the berth. He recalled Sari mentioning it once, but he hadn't really been listening. In fact, if he remembered properly, she was asking him what it meant.
Megatron chuckled darkly as he climbed on all fours onto the berth. 'Let me show you,' he rumbled. Bee jumped in fright as Megatron moved closer to him, alarm bells ringing in his head so loud he was getting a processor malfunction. 'No no no no no no!' He yelped. 'Stay back there! Off the berth! Bad Megatron!'
Megatron paid no heed to Bumblebee, grabbing his leg servo and easily dragging the smaller body underneath his own. Bumblebee yelled in surprise, struggling and kicking, his eyes wide as he stared at the grey mountain towering over him. A thousand thoughts flittered through Bee's processor about this condition, none of them good at all.
Ignoring Bumblebee, Megatron hovered above him and let his optics rake over Bumblebee's body unheeded. 'You do look nice,' He said. 'Untouched.'
Bumblebee's struggling ceased, and he looked at Megatron in shock. He had around a thousand different scenarios mapped wildly in his processor and that certainly wasn't in even one of them. What the hell did Megatron mean? Did he even want to know? Having no idea and his mind in a state of shock, Bumblebee let the only possible response he could slip from his lip components.
'...What?'
'You really are a dumb little Autobot, aren't you?' Megatron chortled, sounding amused as he shifted and lowered himself a little more.
'WHAT?!'
This came more out of anger than shock or fear. Bumblebee may have frightened, scared and confused, but nobody got away with calling him little!
Megatron lowered himself to the last, his chest pressing Bumblebee into the berth, his spark pounding in fear. They stayed like that for a few moments, Megatron drinking in the feeling of the small body beneath his own, and Bumblebee looking like an earth Deer caught in front of a car.
'Come to me… what was your name?' Megatron casually asked, as he lifted a hand to trail it over Bumblebee's side panels. Bumblebee shuddered as the Decepticon lord's giant digits traced over his waist line tantalisingly, squirming uncomfortably as Megatron slowly smiled that dark grin of his.
'Why should I tell you?' Bumblebee snapped, succeeding in shoving himself to the side and slapping at Megatron's invading hand. Megatron watched Bumblebee try to escape under his chassis and in one fluid motion, grabbed Bumblebee, yanked him out from under him and shoved him brutally to the wall attached to the berth, his hand around Bumblebee's neck circuits.
'Because I can easily kill you right now with one squeeze of my servo,' Megatron moved forward and whispered in Bumblebee's audio receptors. Bumblebee shivered as he felt Megatron's giant frame press into his own, the huge grey dominating his usually cheery yellow, like the vacuum of space blacking out the sun.
Bumblebee wanted to cry. '…T-that's a good reason,' he started in a small voice. '...Bumblebee.'
Megatron tilted his head and once again allowed his optics to wander shamelessly over Bumblebee's body. Bumblebee squirmed under the gaze, attempting to turn away. With a swift flick of his finger, the chain around Bee's neck crackled and died, leaving nothing in place. 'Fitting,' Megatron purred. 'Come to me, little Bee.'
Bumblebee's head shot up, seething at that little comment, but all he managed to get out of his mouth was a strangled little 'Hey-!' before he was shoved backwards into the wall even more, if that was possible, and his lip components were being dominated by Megatron, the giant high and mighty leader of the Decepticons.
Bumblebee gave way to a muffled little squeak as reality closed in on him when two giant servos came up to grip his upper arms possessively and slide him down to the berth, the abusive mouth still dominating his. It just didn't seem real.
Bee jumped violently when he felt a glossa push roughly against his mouth. Anger growing, Bumblebee clamped his mouth shut. Megatron ended the kiss, leaving Bumblebee's vents panting, but his victory was short-lived. Megatron smirked, his hands on either side of Bee, holding him down. 'You taste delicious,' was all that was said before Megatron went in for another kiss.
Bee squeaked again when he found Megatron's glossa probing the inside of his mouth, missing nothing. He kicked his feet upwards, but all he managed from that was an irritated growl from Megatron. His processor was caught in such a panic he didn't even consider sliding his mask down. He was too focused on escaping, moving, fighting back...
As Bee's mouth got explored, his body did not go neglected. Megatron ran his arms up and down Bee's side panels, tracing lines in his bright yellow armour and exploring everything they encountered. Bumblebee's optics widened as his internal fans whirred to life, attempting to cool him off. They had no affect as Megatron continued his assault, finally abandoning Bumblebee's mouth to trail his glossa across his cheekside.
Bumblebee yelped in disgust and blushed furiously when Megatron's glossa moved to the side of his faceplate and huge hands abruptly grabbed his small aft.
'Gross!' He squeaked, wiggling uncomfortably below Megatron's body.
Megatron gave no indication he heard, moving his head upwards to nuzzle Bee's head quite brutally. Bumblebee aimed another round of kicks at Megatron, but he gave no indication he could feel anything. Bumblebee gave an enraged shout which quickly melted into a pleasurable moan (much to Bumblebee's own surprise and shock) when Megatron started to suck on one of his sensory horns. Drawing back in surprise at Bumblebee's arousal, Megatron grinned at the realisation.
'No!' Bumblebee snapped, attempting to free himself by thrashing desperately, his small voice getting louder and louder as the reality finally seemed to crash upon him, and what Megatron wanted from him was quite clear. 'Get off me! Now! What are you doing? You FRAGGED-UP PITSPAWN! NO! Frag the hell off!'
Megatron had grabbed both of Bee's servos in his own and pinned them tightly above Bee's head, stooping down to quickly to nip Bumblebee's horns, although a nip in Megatron's terms turned into a hard bite on Bumblebee's much more delicate terms.
Megatron pushed Bee's wrist components together and held them with one servo while the other continued to explore Bumblebee's body. While nipping at Bumblebee's horns, Megatron dug his digits deeply into Bumblebee's sides, fingering the delicate circuitry underneath. Bee let out a loud whimper that rose into a cry as Megatron's 'gross' actions brought forth pleasure. A strange, exotic pleasure he had never experienced before. A pleasure that disgusted him.
'Argh!'
His temper and processor snapped, and Bumblebee pushed both knees up into Megatrons chassis furiously, before quickly yanking one of his servos out from under Megaton's. He activated his stingers and cursed; he remembered too late they were disabled.
Wasting no time over this hurdle, Bee leant back and shoved it as hard as he could into Megatron's shoulder joint, digging into the wires his armour coated. Megatron jerked backwards in surprise, his optics wide.
Bee yanked his stinger and his other hand from their restraints and scrambled under Megatron's arms, off the berth and into the corner, his vents heaving. He considered going for the door, but chances it was probably locked; Megatron never, ever let his captives go. And to do that he was have to dash past the berth, which held the source of his current problems.
'Why don't you just kill me?!' He screamed in rage at Megatron, keeping both deactivated stingers aimed toward the mech on the berth that was watching him with a raised optic-ridge, an amused look on his normally threatening face. Even if they were deactivated, they were still weapons, and he needed all the help he could get.
Bee scowled. 'Why am I still alive?! Why do you want to… want to… do this to me!? AND STOP SMILING, FRAGGER!'
Megatron causally moved into sitting position, one leg folded over the other, an elbow joint planted on the folded leg, and his head resting on his servo. Bumblebee recalled seeing many good-looking humans doing this in movies when they were in control. In their element and full of confidence. Megatron was certainly in his element, and confident. Being more than twice his size did help as well. All this made Bumblebee even more furious that he was so helpless.
'Answer me!'
'Well,' Megatron stated slowly and smugly, 'I never intended to find you in here, and I certainly didn't order Blitzwing to get you. Why would I? I have no use for puny little Autobots like you. But since you are here, I might as well…' he paused, once again looking Bee up and down, while smirking, '…have some fun.'
He chuckled.
'And Blitzwing remembered right. I do like them small.'
'So, what, I'm just some convenient frag?' Bumblebee growled, unable to believe his terrible luck. Of course this had to happen to him! And that was one more thing to add to his list of reasons why it SUCKS to be really small. Who knew the Decepticon leader liked his bed buddies small and delicate? Bee briefly wondered if that was because Megatron liked power in any form he could get. He probably felt more powerful than he already was with someone he could easily bully, even in berth.
Bumblebee started quivering, attempting to hold back tears and curses when Megatron stood, making his way toward him.
'Quite correct. Now hold still.'
Before Bumblebee could do anything he was roughly grabbed by Megatron and thrown -literally- through the air. He landed on the berth with a grunt, gasping when Megatron appeared and straddled him roughly.
Megatron wasted no time now, as he grabbed both of Bee's servos and brutally yanked them above his head, holding them there with one huge hand. 'Nonononono,' Bumblebee shouted as Megatron's digits fingered his chassis, attempting to pry open his spark casing.
Bumblebee held back, squeezing his optics shut in his efforts to keep Megatron away from the very core of his being; his own beautiful treasure.
Megatron growled in annoyance as he grasped the latches to Bee's chamber and they stubbornly stayed down. He gently pulled them upwards a bit, then shoved his hand under and ripped upwards, no patience left.
Bumblebee cried out in pain as he was forced to open his chamber to avoid having it ripped completely off.
Megatron smirked as he laid his optics onto Bumblebee's small bright blue spark, humming contently in its delicate chamber. Bumblebee twisted and withered as he felt the air touch his insides, desperately trying to shield himself from Megatron.
Megatron's servo drew back from Bee's body and unlatched his own chassis; his spark chamber slid open smoothly with no complaint.
Bumblebee just lay there for a few petrified seconds, watching the huge ruby sphere crackling with energy above his chassis. He was struck at just how… big it was. And powerful.
He was broke out of his small musings when said spark started lowering toward him.
'No! No, don't!' Bee started struggling furiously, his spark starting to pound with fear, drawing backwards into the comfort of its chamber, away from the evils of the outside world.
'NO! Please!'
Megatron paid no heed to Bumblebee's now desperate cries, and rushed forward, shoving his giant crackling sphere onto his captives much smaller one.
Bumblebee screamed as searing heat built up inside of him and seemed to spill out in a torrent of gasps. The heat pooled into his chest, and crackled there as the two sparks met.
Bumblebee grunted, arching his back into the others, Megatron's spark calling to his. Bumblebee griped the berth madly, struggling to fight back as waves of pure energy stated flowing between their sparks. Bumblebee's spark pressed back into his chamber in a desperate dash to escape from the intruder. Megatron's spark had none of that as it pushed in and claimed Bumblebee.
Bumblebee could hear Megatron hissing and grunting above him, but it was all a whir of sound and pain and… pleasure. It vibrated throughout him and rocked him to his very core. He started screaming again, hating but craving the feeling of Megatron pushing into him, inside of him…
With so much running through his mind Bee couldn't think or do anything. He screamed out one last time for help, for his family, for a hug… Coolant leaked down his face as Megatron pushed deeper, and his spark completely enclosed his own, both of them crackling with energy. Megatron dug his hands into Bee's sides, opening the seams in the armour. There was a sharp shout above him, a burst of pure saturated energy that overcame them both and caused all Bumblebee's circuits to short out, all his components to fry in one glorious swoop. There was another scream, this one deep and loud, but Bee was past beyond knowing weather it was him or Megatron.
One last energy field flew from the two sparks; one deeply sated and the other quivering and violated, before they separated and Megatron collapsed on Bee.
Then… there was silence.
Megatron vented air, blowing cool air onto Bumblebee below him. While it helped Bee's systems cool down slightly from their first inexperienced interface, he barley noticed it. He panted madly, attempted movement, but failed in a bout of pain. So he just lay there, feeling his abused, open spark throb and jerk every now and then from the aftermath. He attempted to close his chassis, but found it was too badly bent to move, that coupled with his own weakness.
Bumblebee was terrified. And he felt vulnerable and violated. Now that Megatron had… had his way with him what was to say he wouldn't just kill him whenever he wanted? Megatron had made it quite clear (heck, he told him himself) that Bumblebee had no use except for this. And if he wasn't killed, what was to become of him? To be stripped for spare parts? To be abused whenever it pleased Megatron?
Bee froze when he felt his systems start to offline. Not now, Not now…!
Exhausted and beaten, Bee drew in one more shuddering breath before slowly falling into a deep recharge, his bright blue optics flickering off.
Megatron shifted above Bumblebee and pulled himself up, carefully shutting his chassis. For a while he just started at the small bot underneath him, his small blue spark spluttering now and then as it tried to hide itself in its chamber. Megatron reached out and slowly touched Bumblebee's cheek plate, and frowned when Bee twitched at the touch.
Megatron couldn't comprehend it. The youngling was still alive. Megatron hadn't truly expected the small youngling to survive. Many mechs had offlined instantly when they had been forced to interface, their sparks flicking out in their terrified rush to keep intruders out. With both of those factors in mind, as well as his own experience, Megatron simply couldn't believe the mech below him was still functioning.
In short, this wasn't supposed to happen.
A smirk found its way onto his face as the he mulled over the possibilities this Bumblebee opened. He could be of much use for his pleasure yet…
'AWWWWWW! ZE BIG, BAD MEGATRON HAD ZOME FUN! HIS FACEPLATE PROBABLY CRACKED! MAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!'
Megatron clenched his fist tiredly and ground his dentals. One day, one day, he was really going to have some fun killing that damn random piece of scrap!
Getting off the berth, he charged for the door, booting his fusion cannon online. It drowsily started up, his systems still a little out of it from the interface.
'LIDLE BEE AND MEGS-ZA-TRON ZITTING IN ZA CYBER-TRUNK, IEE-EN-TEE-E-AR- AGRH! HELP!'
A few moments, screams and curses later, Megatron entered his quarters, shutting the door behind him. Looking through his giant window he could see the sun slowly peaking the horizon, the forest slowly starting to go black under the trials of golden sunlight that were still viewable. He stood there a few moments, frowning from habit, then walked to his berth and studied the youngling. Bumblebee's small spark had calmed down, although it was still fizzing and simmering in unrest, shining delicately with the last few rays of sun.
Stooping down, Megatron grabbed Bumblebee's open chassis and closed it, pushing it to fit. Bee's internal systems overtook him and the latches slid into place. Megatron stood there a few minutes more in silence as his room started to go dark before slowly crawling onto the berth and laying down, pulling the small bright yellow body into his, wrapping his huge arms around Bumblebee.
