Okay so second chapter. I felt like this is a little better than the first, probably not :) Anyway, I try to stick to the personality of both mechs but, that's super hard, so cut me a brake if Bumblebee sounds like a slut. This is dedicated TO: theneoncake, who was right next to me while I was typing this up, telling me how cute robot sex was. To SweetSpark22 who was a little excited for the next chapter. and finally again to Haraku Hearts who nagged me the whole way through. (I love you Haraku don't kill me)... O.o Anywho- divert your attention to the story minions!

Optimus paused, allowing Bumblee a moment to adjust around the sting. It was quite the effort to keep from just plunging into the smaller bot, but he'd managed. He simply closed his optics, enjoying the pressure surrounding his cable. After a long pause, he'd felt servos on his forearms; he opened his optics in the instant and smiled comfortingly down at Bumblebee, "Are you ready?" he asked gently.

Bumblebee nodded, the red and blue mech slowly slid out of the wet, constricting port; the tip of his spike only barely inside. Before just as gently sheathing himself within his scout once more, with Bumblebee wincing in discomfort. He repeated the action, innocent blue optics reaching his, "It hurt less that time…" The next time, Bumblebee felt a coil of tension and heat unfurl inside him, a clenching sensation of desire and lust. He made a small noise at the back of his throat- his optics off lining and his head falling back onto the berth.

Soon, Optimus's thrusts increased in speed and strength. He watched in complete ecstasy as the smaller frame beneath him shook with each thrust in pleasure. "Bumblebee, I want to see your optics." Optimus breathed, a smile playing on his lips as those same cerulean optics glowed to life again with a groan. "Are you-"

"Don't ask me if it's fine! It's not fine! It feels amazing!" Bumblebee moaned, "Optimus, please…" The larger autobot didn't need to be asked twice- penetrating he small, sopping port until he felt the tell-tale signs of an emanate overload. Bumblebee's valve contracted and began to spasm out of control. His lithe body twitched his vocalizer hitching and letting out static laden moans and whines. "Nngh Optimus!" Bumblebee cried out as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable amount, those yellow hips bucking up in time with Optimus's thrusts. Pleasure seized every sensor in Bumblebee's network. The small scout felt as though he was going to lose his mind.

"It's alright, just let go, Bumblebee." Optimus's deep baritone voice broke through the haze of pleasure, a soothing reminder that it was Optimus making him feel the way he was now.

"O-optimus." Smaller hands curled around the Prime's face, brining him down toward the scout's. Smooth lips pressed to the Prime's in a desperate measure. While it wasn't according to protocol, Optimus could understand the need of contact, and allowed those lips on his. If he was going to be truthful, he wanted this as much as Bumblebee, the swirling feeling of desire and the hot spikes of delicious pleasure pushing him to go just a little faster, just a little harder. His little bot wouldn't last for much longer.

And he was right as the younger arched a trembling body keening weakly as the overload ripped through him, and soon after, Optimus followed, his mouth claiming Bumblebee's in a wild attempt to keep from moaning the younger's designation; protocol be slagged. It'd been a long time since he interfaced, and an even longer time since he'd done it with a virgin. He felt himself release into the boy, yellow and black thighs clenching a blue waist at the unfamiliar sensation of hot transfluid shot into him. Both lie panting, their fans whirring away trying to cool their bodies from the excitement, Bumblebee snuggled closer into Optimus's hold. "Bumblebee, I suppose we should get you cleaned up."

The scout shook his head childishly. Gripping the Prime's plating tighter.

"I thought you wanted to leave so that the others wouldn't find that you interfaced with me?"

"That was for you, so that they didn't find you interfaced with me."

Optimus's orbital ridges shot up, "Oh? Why would that ever concern you what happens to me?"

"Because I care about you. And I didn't want the others to think poorly of you because of me." Strong hands rested on Bumblebee's frame with a contented sigh.

"Alright. You may stay tonight." Bumblebee smiled, falling into recharge in Optimus's arms. "Goodnight, Bumblebee."