Time Interpretations: Astrosecond= about .5 Earth seconds, Cycle= about 1 Earth hour, Joor= about 1 Earth day, Orn= about 2 Earth weeks
Basis: G1
Pairings: JazzxProwl, BeexBlaster, BeexTwins, (small TwinsxBluestreak, TracksxBlaster)
Sorry for making the chapters so confusing... I'm still working on my knowledge of this website. I think I got most of it figured out, so it should be smooth sailing from here. And also, sorry for not saying much about Ratchet and, whoever, but I'm working on it! Right now it's just slashy goodness, sticky stuff, etc. And the chance of Jazz infecting everyone on the Ark with his deadly illness, and Prowl infecting everyone on the Ark with the bacteria from the sliver. (continued mostly in next chapter or two)
Ehehehe! So evil I am xP
Hope ya like!
"What do you think it is?"
"... I have no idea..."
Ratchet had been studying this piece of material for over 5 cycles, and eventually Optimus called in Wheeljack to help him.
Wheeljack was standing over his shoulder, watching the medic squint into the lens of Perceptor. He pulled away, grabbing the sliver of metal with him, letting Perceptor transform back to robot mode.
"From the weight of the object, statistics should say it might the Earth's element of lead," the scientist piped up.
"No... I don't think so. Lead is much more dense than this. It might just be an artificial formation, or creation..." replied the medic.
Wheeljack walked over to the cabinet, retreiving a sterile tray for Ratchet to place the sliver on for further observation. He'd finally convinced the subborn medic to take a break, get some energon, and recharge.
The three mechs were about to leave the med bay when Prowl burst through the doors, panting.
"Ratchet! It's Jazz... He - I - "
"It's alright, Prowl, what happened?" he asked as he and the other two scientists ran after Prowl down to Jazz's quarters.
"I don't know... We, were... doing some things... and I scanned his systems and found a virus. He was determined he was fine and wasn't going to see you, but then he passed out cold," he replied as they finally reached the quarters.
All four ran in and surrounded Jazz. Perceptor told Ratchet he and Wheeljack would set up moniters, and both ran back to the med bay. Ratchet put one servo on the Porsche's chassis and the other on his forehelm, scanning him with his optics.
He pulled away his servos and looked at Prowl, almost cautiously. "Just what exactly were you two doing?" he asked rather hesitantly.
"Uhmmm... well, you know... -"
"Prowl! I need to know!"
"Well, 'facing, Ratch'. What else?" he replied, with a slight smirk of both laughter and embarrassment.
Ratchet let out a heavy sigh and smacked his helm with both servos. "Primus..." he muttered under his breath.
"What? What's wrong?" Prowl demanded.
"Help me get Jazz to med bay... I'll explain later."
"Stop... nghh... guys, stop!"
"But you're so fun to play with!"
"Uhhgg... w-what about Blu-uestreak...?"
"We love him too. But he's not here right now, and we want you."
Bumblebee shivered under the sudden touch of Sideswipe's digits dancing across the small of his back, but soon forgot about it as Sunstreaker turned his helm and locked lips with him.
"Mmmmm... oh, Bee..." he moaned as he pulled away to suck hard on a neck cable, making the minibot mewl.
"Maybe we should take back to our quarters, eh Sunny?"
The golden twin let out another soft moan and agreed, picking up the squirming spy and carrying him off to the twins' quarters.
Bumblebee sighed and dropped his tense over the toughliner, smirking at Tracks and Blaster as they walked past them and gave the three confused looks.
Sideswipe waved at them as he stepped into the quarters right after Sunstreaker and Bumblebee, shutting the door.
Sunny threw Bumblebee down on his berth, making a loud "oof!" escape him as he landed on his back. He looked up at Sunny as the twin leaned down and ferociously kissed the minibot senseless.
Sideswipe jumped on the berth behind Bee, groping his horns and making him mewl into Sunstreaker's mouth. Sunny had the yellow bot's arms pinned to his sides and his legs pinned to the edge of the berth with his own. He heard Sideswipe snap open his interfacing panel, which made him do the same.
Sideswipe grunted as his spike emerged from its housing, and Sunstreaker moved away to give him access. Bee cried out as Sunstreaker snapped open his panel, thrusting a finger inside him rather roughly. Sideswipe flipped over around Bee so that he had the minibot in between his legs, spike merely inches away from his mouth.
"Unnn..." he exclaimed. "Suck me, Bee... hard..."
Bumblebee opened his mouth slightly more to allow Sideswipe's thick spike in. He wrapped his glossa around the main plug and tip, getting saliva all over it, making the red twin moan.
Bumblebee, who's mouth was occupied with Sideswipe's spike, muffled out a loud mewl as Sunny slammed his spike all the way in up his tight port. He began thrusting, pulling and pushing the spy with him with every thrust.
Sideswipe gripped the base of his own spike, now so hard it was starting to actually hurt, and started jerking it. Sunstreaker couldn't resist thrusting a few digits up his twin's port; he was practically asking for it. So he let out a rather surprised yell as he felt two digits take him from behind, adding to his arousal.
He keened and mewled louder and louder, until Bee sucked on as much as he could so hard that it drew transfuid out of it, tipping him over the edge. Sides shouted out Bee's name as he overloaded hard, spurting out thick streams of transfluid into Bee's mouth over and over again. Some even spurted back out onto Bee's faceplate since his mouth could only hold so much.
Sunstreaker knew that Bumblebee was almost there as well with the incredibly tight clenching of his valve. Sideswipe moved so Bee could have more room to thrash; he new Sunny wasn't weak when it came to interfacing.
Bumblebee grunted and gripped the sides of the berth, flickering his gaze down on Sunstreaker thrusting his huge, wet spike hard into his valve. Primus it felt good...
"Uhhgg... ngghh! S-Sunn-yy! Just... AH! take me! NOW!" he shrieked as Sunny pounded him uncontrollably.
Sunstreaker grunted louder, and with one final, hard thrust, Bee's valve started spasming like mad, tipping him over the edge in a hard overload.
Bumblebee cried out, overloading hard, thrusting his hips upwards into Sunstreaker's while still holding on to the sides of the berth. Sunny thrusted even faster while transfluid gushed out from the tip of his throbbing spike.
Eventually all three mechs settled down, cooling fans taking over. Bee managed to sit up and rest against the wall in between the twins, panting, letting his helm fall to rest on Sunny's shoulder, and drifted off into stasis.
Jazz was shaken out of his stasis as Prowl and Ratchet set him down on the medical berth, hooking tubes up to his spark chamber and energon feed.
The Porsche let out a grunt and a horrified look passed on his faceplate as he glanced up at Prowl.
"Thank Primus..." he mumbled to himself, thankful Jazz's passing-out wasn't permanent.
He leaned over and gripped Jazz's hand as Ratchet started hooking up a weird, blue, gooey-looking substance to the energon feed.
"W-What... are you..." Jazz started, but Prowl cut him off.
"You passed out cold, Jazz! I had no choice."
The saboteur started shivering violently again. "How is his internal temperature dropping that fast?" exclaimed Wheeljack. "This is rediculous..."
"I don't know! Get that stabilizer over here NOW!" Ratchet yelled back.
Jazz started panting, and all Prowl could do was hold his hand with one servo and stroke Jazz's forehelm with the other while glancing between the three mechs and him. "It's okay, Jazz, you're okay..." he whispered into Jazz's audio. He repeated the comforting words, noticing how they were actually calming him down. He still had a look of pain on his faceplate, something that was very rare to see, but his overall reaction had simmered down.
"He's going into stasis lock..." Ratchet yelled across the med bay, every moniter beeping and flashing hysterically. Wheeljack ran over and handed Ratchet his blade and pliers, making sure Jazz's attention wasn't on them. Perceptor ran behind them to manage the moniter.
Prowl wasn't 100% sure what the doctor was going to do, but he had an idea. No one wanted Jazz to see what was going to happen, so he gripped Jazz's clenching servo harder and kissed his helm, muttering the comforting words again.
"Perceptor, hook up that stabilizer; I need Jazz to enter stasis so I can - " but the medic caught himself before freaking Jazz out even more.
Without a word, Perceptor pressed a few green buttons and Jazz's grip on Prowl's servo weakened.
Bumblebee's optics onlined. The room was dimly lit, and he could hear two sets of faint humming. He looked over the see the twins leaning against the wall, deep in recharge.
The recent overload came rushing back to his memory, making him smirk. He jumped off the berth, walking towards the door, out into the hallway.
On his way to the rec room, he felt like he wanted to experience it again, only not with the twins; he wanted someone better. Someone who knew every thing about anything about interfacing. An expert. Someone big, with a big spike, a huge, stiff, throbbing, hot spike...
*Oh, stop it. You're getting perverted.* he thought to himself.
But he couldn't help it. When he got to the rec room, he didn't even stop at the energon dispenser. He just walked over and sat next to Blaster who was talking to Tracks.
"Hey there, little Bee!"
"Hey Blaster... Tracks... "
"Somethin' on your mind?" asked the boombox.
"No..." he asked almost in question-form. "Well... um... kindaaa..."
Blaster and Tracks looked at each other, then back at Bumblebee. "Well, what is it?" asked the corvette with a smile.
Bumblebee looked up from his intertwined servos. "I dunno. I feel, kinda, dizzy... I guess. I was with the twins last night... did some things, and now my processor sorta hurts and I feel like I'm craving something. I just don't know what."
The two grins turned into even more cheesy ones, making the minibot look at them with a startled face. "What?"
"I know whatcha need, Bee." replied Blaster. Laughing, he continued. "You need a nice interface. You want it. That's your problem."
Bumblebee glared at him. Blaster and Tracks were still giggling, then like that their smiled turned into wide-opticed, scared looks as they noticed Bumblebee's optics glowing a dark purple and glaring at them.
"I- I was just jokin', Bee... you know that, right?" asked Blaster, now starting to back away as the minibot's glare became fiercer.
Bumblebee stood up, and in a whispery, condescending tone, he replied, "You're one to talk."
And with that he jumped on top of the communications director, slamming his lips to Blaster's.
He frantically kissed him, digging digits into wires as deep as they could go, making the boombox groan in pleasure and embarrassment. Tracks just sat there, optics wide in disbelief and shock.
Bumblebee applied enough force to his thrust of his body to knock them both off the seat and onto the floor, the loud crash getting the attention of every mech in the room. Bee pinned him to the floor, barely letting up before somewhat-violently sucking Blaster's lips more.
"Mmmnn... N-Nooo... Bee! BEE, s-stop..." Blaster tried protesting, thrashing wildly at the fingers clawing at wires and lips sucking his own.
He made his way down to his interface panel, retracting it, and pumping three digits all at once inside the slick valve, earning a loud groan. Blaster started bucking, now embarrassed that he was being practically raped by the yellow minibot in front of quite a few mechs, one whom was still just sitting there, watching.
Bee retracted his own panel and started emerging his spike, and Blaster onlined his optics to gaze into now nearly-black optics. *What the slag is going on? How... why are his optics like that?* he thought, faceplate heating drastically.
But all too soon, he felt cold servos grasp his arms, and the frantic lips pulled away from him. The fingers were removed, and although he was thankful he could come to his senses again, he was somewhat disappointed.
He looked up and saw Bumblebee squirming in Sunstreaker's arms, Sideswipe then reaching down a servo to help him up. Panting, he took the servo and was brought back on his pedes again, closing his panel. He tried to ignore the stares from whispering mechs in the silent room, glancing over at Tracks.
Then twins set down the minibot, Sideswipe guarding Blaster in a way. "What was that, Bee?" asked Sunstreaker. "And what's up with your optics?"
Bumblebee said nothing. He glared at Blaster, then at Sideswipe, then Sunstreaker. He turned and ran out the rec room, almost knocking down Bluestreak as he stepped inside.
The twins shared looks with each other, but their gaze soon flickered over on Bluestreak. The gunner was still looking behind him, watching Bee run down the hallway. "What's up with him?" he asked, gesturing, turning back to look at the twins, who were staring at him with smiles.
"...What?" he asked again.
Sunstreaker just grabbed his arm as Sideswipe grabbed his other arm, optics glowing a dark purple. Bluestreak was used to the being-dragged-out scenario, but the optic colors were unusual. "Uhhh, you guys okay?" he asked, forgetting completely about Bumblebee.
"Oh, yeah, Blue. Just dandy." replied Sunstreaker.
Sideswipe smirked as the two dragged the gunner out of the rec room and down the hallway to their quarters.
"We noticed you looked a bit concerned... we just wanna cheer you up," added the red twin.
"B- But... I, didn't get to report an important message from Prime!" he protested, but then was locked inside the twins' quarters.
Blaster could hear a yelp and sudden continuous hard thumping from down the hall. He turned and glared at Tracks, thankful the mechs in the room had returned to talking to each other and pretending nothing had ever happened.
"Why didn't you do somethin'?"
Tracks kept his gaze locked with the boombox's, slightly chuckling. "I'm sorry, Blaster. I was just so shocked."
Blaster kept glaring at him, and sat down slowly with an annoyed huff.
"I'll make it up to you, though." the blue mech whispered.
Blaster's glare lessened and became more soft, and smiled as he moved closer to his lover. Tracks put his arm around his shoulders, kissing his helm, still chuckling. "I knew you couldn't stay mad at me."