The King and the Bee
Chapter four: Horizons
Authors Note: This chapter contains some sexual themes. You've been warned.
Bumblebee was awoken by a yawn. Still sleepy, he nestled in closer to Megatron's chest, then opened his bright blue optics slightly. Seeing the Decepticon insignia stitched into Megatron's chest didn't make him scared; mostly because he felt so complete and safe by the Decepticons chest and locked in his big arms. Megatron was still asleep, but a small smile lingered on his lips. His grasp around Bumblebee was loose, but he was still touching him.
Bumblebee had almost forgotten that he'd left the Autobots and that Megatron was a Decepticon. He still felt a little strange about this situation, but from where he was now, he bet he could get used to it. Another problem that surfaced his processor was meeting the other Decepticons without weapons in his arms. He wondered if they'd spew insults at them, or beg Megatron to kill or get rid of him. He also wondered if maybe he'd get along with the Decepticon soldiers easily, and eventually not think of them as the enemy. For some reason, he didn't think Megatron would let his small army think ill-like of the yellow mech.
Giving out another quiet yawn, he thought about the Autobots. Had they found out that he ran away? Was Bulkhead searching for him? Was Sari worried and Prime feeling bad? Did they even want him back? Were they all going out of their way to search for him?
Was Sari up, looking for Bumblebee and wondering why he wasn't opening his door? Was Prowl doing his morning rounds and observing the wildlife? Was Bulkhead up and in the training room or painting? Was Ratchet complaining about something? Was Optimus sitting around, thinking?
They were all doing who-knows-what while Bumblebee lay in the same berth of the Autobots' greatest enemy…
Megatron.
His creator would be ashamed. He betrayed the Autobots he'd known for years, and trusted. He would be hated by every living Autobot, and most likely on the 'wanted' list, just as the Decepticons that were on Earth now were. What would Bumblebee have to explain for himself when he went back? What excuse would he make? Would he do the right thing and tell the truth? Or would he be a coward and smoothly lie?
He didn't know…
Sighing, he rested his head on Megatron's arm. He wanted to close his eyes and simply dream, being in the hands of the Decepticon, but he couldn't close his optics. It wasn't fair. He should have fallen for an Autobot, but instead, he was falling for a cold-hearted Decepticon. He could have easily made a relationship with Prowl, or even Bulkhead, but he didn't.
He was a puppet. He'd been controlled by so many people in his life and it felt as if he couldn't make a decision on his own. But now, he was going against everyone that had pulled his strings and guided him to the right or wrong choice. He could have slept on the floor when Megatron offered the bed, but he didn't. He didn't need to be here; he could still be at Autobot Head Quarters. He was making choices, and he was well aware of the consequences already.
All of his thoughts shot out of his processor suddenly when he felt claws tapping against his hip armor. Looking up, he met optics with Megatron, not noticing he had woken from his slumber. He was smirking his usual smirk softly, his optics meeting with the little Autobots'. The room was dim, and when their optics glow met, it connected and made a light purple.
Megatron tapped all of his claws slowly on Bumblebee's waist plate on his hip. Bumblebee couldn't help but like it, but a small tint of a blush colored his gray faceplate. With those same claws and servo, his servo slid up Bumblebee's waist, up his chest-plate, neck, and then traced one claw on Bumblebee's cheek.
The smaller mech found his servo lightly holding Megatron's, and his smirk became even more noticeable. Megatron leaned his head down, their foreheads touching. Bumblebee's spark raced in his chest as Megatron curled his claws around Bumblebee's and lean forward a bit closer, tilting his head slightly.
"Good morning," Megatron whispered softly. "I trust you slept well?"
Not being able to peel his optics away from Megatron's, he nodded.
His grin became larger. "Tell me, Bumblebee," whispered Megatron, just inches away from the smaller mech's lips and nose. "Do you want to return to the Autobots?"
Blinking a few times while his spark raced in his chest, he unknowingly shook his head. "No…" he didn't know what he was saying at the time. Megatron's touch, his gaze, his talk, his mouth distracted and melted his processor and spark. He couldn't say anything more. Megatron was becoming a drug, and Bumblebee was on the verge of becoming addicted.
The Decepticon grinned, "That's what I thought."
Slowly, he leaned forward until their lips touched, and sparks literally flew for both of them. Bumblebee's blue optics closed as he soaked in his enjoyment, and kissed back. The kiss was slow, but very enjoyable, like a first kiss, which it was really what it was. Taking his servo away from Bumblebee's, his servo wandered down to Bumblebee's small of his back and brought him close enough that their pelvic armor was touching each other. Megatron tuned up the kiss by quickening his pace, Bumblebee following. The Decepticons' servos came to Bumblebee's hips to where the clips to his pelvic armor were. Fiddling with the lock, he was about to unclip it until he heard an annoying voice from the hallway.
Megatron's optics shot open and he stopped, looking at the door. Bumblebee grasped his chest armor, sitting up with the bigger mech. Of course, both mechs craved more attention, but from the looks from Megatron, this was serious.
"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, dundundundunda, zhere zhey are standing in zhe road~ big vones, small vones, some as big as jour head!" sang the annoying voice of Blitzwing in his 'Random' face. Megatron growled and Bumblebee raised an optic brow.
The yellow mech then asked in a whisper: "What type of energon does that mech eat?"
Megatron tightened his grip on Bumblebee's waist, growled, and shook his head. "He is always like this in the mornings. I'm surprised he did not come around earlier, it's about 9:21 in the morning."
Wow. They'd slept in.
Bumblebee jumped a bit when Blitzwing knocked on Megatron's door:
"Vake up, Megatron, zhu overslept!" From 'Random', it suddenly changed to 'Icy': "Lugnut is blowing a gasket, zo I suggest you help him. I cannot get him to calm down."
Again, Megatron growled, "What is the problem with Lugnut?"
It switched to 'Hot-Headed', "He iz freaking out zhat jou 'ave zlept in! He zhinks you 'ave off-lined!" It switched to 'Icy': "It is quite frustrating, sir. I tried to convince him nothing vas wrong, but-" He switched to 'Random': "HE'S CRAZY!" and it ended with a hysterical laugh.
Megatron rolled his optics. "I will be out shortly, Blitzwing."
Again, it had switched to 'Icy'. "Vhere is dat Autobot, sir? Did he come back vit you to base? I haven't seen him around."
"Yes, he has come back with me. Now leave. I will be out in a moment." Growled the Decepticon.
"Of course, sir," said Blitzwing and walked away, he couldn't help but half-smile. Maybe things would ease up around here with a little mate for the Decepticon leader. Blitzwing wouldn't mind, but he wasn't sure what Lugnut would think about it.
Once he was sure that Blitzwing was gone, Megatron nuzzled Bumblebee's neck, grinning. When he pulled away, he planted a single kiss on Bumblebee's lips and pulled away. Grabbing the yellow mech's servo lightly, he climbed off the bed, Bumblebee following him.
Grinning, Megatron whispered in Bumblebee's audio receptor: "Perhaps we can finish this later…''Bee'."
Blushing, Bumblebee nodded. His spark was still thumping wild in his chest from the kiss.
Now, he knew he couldn't think the same way of Megatron as he did before when he almost hated him. He hadn't hated the kiss; he loved it. He didn't feel uncomfortable to the tyrants touch; he loved it. He did know, however, that the Autobots were going to kill him.
"Bumblebee?" asked Sari for what felt like the tenth time. It was almost 9:30 and her friend still wasn't up. She was growing impatient, and irritated. She didn't know the password to his quarters and now wished she had. She knocked again. "C'mon, Bee! Open your door!"
Prowl was walking by when he saw Sari getting mad at Bumblebee's door.
"What is wrong, Sari?" the ninja-bot asked after she kicked the door. "Isn't Bumblebee up yet?"
"No." the human girl huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"And he hasn't even open his door?"
"No."
Prowl brought a finger to his lip, "Hmm." He then walked over to the door and knocked. "Bumblebee, it's time to get your aft out of bed."
No reply.
"Bumblebee," Prowl called again, hitting the door. He growled and pushed Sari back a bit. He then spun around, lifting his leg in the air, and kicked the door with force, causing it to fall backwards.
The room was dark and both of them poked their heads into the room. Reaching over, Prowl turned on the light, revealing nothing. No Bumblebee. His room was intact, his window shut and locked, and everything untouched.
Running down the hallway, Sari yelled, "OPTIMUS! BUMBLEBEE'S MISSING!"
Megatron and Bumblebee were walking down the hall, Megatron's hands laced together behind his back and his elbows bent, showing a leader-like stance. Bumblebee kept his arms close to his body, and his body near Megatron's. He'd never been here before, and decided to keep close to Megatron, afraid as if something was going to jump out at him. But nothing did. For the past few minutes, Bumblebee had been receiving various comm.'s from his teammates. Though he could hear them, he didn't respond to them. They'd found out he was gone without a trace.
Once Megatron entered the throne room, both of them noticed the two Decepticons yelling at each other. Blitzwing was in his 'Hot-Headed' mode and spitting insults at Lugnut, who was spitting them right back.
Bumblebee didn't catch them all, and although he did hear a few, he'd rather not repeat. Megatron, unable to grasp the attention of his two soldiers, shot a bullet in between them. They both followed the bullet with their optics until it dug into the wall beside them. After a few seconds of realization, both Decepticons turned around to see Megatron and the yellow Autobot. Blitzwing's face switched to his 'Icy' face and straightened his posture, crossing his arms over his chest. Lugnut saw Megatron and straightened, bringing one of his servos to his forehead in a 'salute' posture.
"Lord Megatron, sir!" Lugnut saluted. "I was afraid you might have off-lined in your sleep!"
Blitzwing rolled his eyes and shook his head, then brought his gaze to the newcomer. It was the one he pictured that was coming. A small smile formed on his face. Yes, that little mech was going to lighten things up around this living hell-hole.
Megatron sighed and slightly frowned. Putting down his fusion cannon, he said: "Why would you think I've offlined, Lugnut?"
Lugnut stuttered at first, "B-because, sire! You always awake at seven o' clock in the morning! It was awkward, and I thought something was wrong."
Blitzwing's changed faces again to 'Random', "Ha, ha! Jou're ze ztalker! Ha, ha! Do jou know vhen he takez za bath? Be-Becauze if jou do, I'd zay jou vhere in love vith our leader! Ha, ha!"
Lugnut did not answer Blitzwing's comment and Megatron crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at both of his soldiers.
"Now that we have this…resolved…I would like for you to meet our new soldier, Bumblebee. Treat him as a comrade and fairly, or you will have to face me," Megatron warned in a low voice.
"Ooooh! Jou 'ave chosen a mate, Megatron?" cackled 'Random' like a hyena. He turned to Lugnut, "Eaze up a little, big guy! Juzt because Megatron haz a mate, doezn't mean jou 'ave to 'ave a pizzy-vit!" he ended with laughter again.
Megatron rolled his optics. He wondered if 'Random' would ever shut up.
That was unlikely.
Bumblebee gave a small, nervous smile and waved a little, even though Blitzwing and Lugnut were at it again. Bumblebee watched them yell at each other for a moment, seeing Blitzwing change his faces often, but it was mostly on 'Hot-Headed'. He was interrupted by Megatron placing one of his servos on Bumblebee's shoulder.
"Come on, let's go. They'll be at it for awhile," stated Megatron, guiding the little Autobot towards the exit of the throne room.
They walked together down the hall to go to Megatron's quarters. When they got there, Megatron punched in the access code and let Bumblebee go in first. He complied, and suddenly thought back to before. Perhaps we can finish this later, ''Bee'. Was Megatron going to make a move on him? Bumblebee wasn't even sure if he wanted to do that yet. Sure, about ten or so minutes ago, he wanted it, but now he got nervous, and didn't know what to think.
When Megatron closed his door, he came up behind Bumblebee, wrapping his arms around Bumblebee's hips, grinning. He swayed his hips and put his head in between Bumblebee's neck and collarbone. The younger bot blushed. It was quite obvious that Blitzwing was right; Megatron had chosen a mate. He didn't need Bumblebee's permission when Megatron was a leader, and quite possibly in heat. Bumblebee had heard of this a lot during his time on Cybertron. Leaders would often choose the mate they wanted without permission, and that was the end of discussion. No ifs, ands, or buts.
Bumblebee couldn't run, he couldn't hide.
He was in this for life, and he'd just notice this.
His spark throbbed to Megatron's touch and the way he made Bumblebee gently sway his hips. Again, he felt home, but was he really going to become Megatron's soldier? His mate? These questions he didn't have the answer to yet, but he was hoping to find out soon. For becoming a soldier in the Decepticon army, he was defiantly going to wait…But resisting Megatron was a completely different story…and the Autobot wasn't sure if he could hold him, or himself for that matter, back.
Megatron grinned as he nuzzled his neck.
He would keep his end of the bargain. He would respect Bumblebee for who he was, and force his other soldiers to do the same. Megatron was positive Bumblebee would also do well on his side of the battlefield and not the Autobots'. And, for the record, Megatron didn't just want a soldier out of him; he had actually been searching for a mate for some time. When his optics lay on Bumblebee, he knew he'd be the perfect one. He could give him an heir to the throne, a beautiful sparkling, and he could give him himself. This time, Megatron didn't want power.
He wanted trust.
And in order to gain that, he would give Bumblebee what he wanted on a dime. He didn't want to spark-mate just for the fun and satisfaction; he didn't want Bumblebee just as a pawn in his battle; and he didn't want to lose him either. He could imagine Bumblebee in a Decepticon form; his armor spiked and curvy, his same paint-job, his same face, his same eyes. He could see the little bot standing next to his throne, smirking at Megatron's victims, sharing the same berth every night, and carrying his sparkling.
Megatron turned Bumblebee around easily and snuggled him up to his body. He was going to make his own dream come true. Bumblebee's servos touched the other mechs chest and he looked up at him. Standing on his tiptoes, he let Megatron lean into another smooth, relaxing, and soft kiss. This, Bumblebee liked. Megatron's lips were soft and cold, while Bumblebee's were soft and warm. Opposites attract, don't they?
Quickening the pace of his kisses, Megatron scooped up Bumblebee, walking over to his berth. He gently placed him there, still deep in their kiss. One of Megatron's servos slid down Bumblebee's frame and to his pelvic armor. Tapping on it, he grinned and slid his tongue into Bumblebee's mouth, exploring it only for a moment and then broke away. He then placed a trail of kisses from his neck to his abdomen, grinning as he did so. Bumblebee stared at the ceiling. Was he about to…mate? He was still young, still inexperienced. Biting his lip, he felt it as Megatron moved his servos to his pelvic armor's clips. He wanted it, but his stomach tied itself in a knot, possibly because he was scared, that he hadn't done this before, or if he was making the wrong choice.
Hell, he didn't have control while he was in Megatron's berth.
When he felt his armor slide off, he took a few breaths and closed his optics calmly, and let Megatron do what he was going to do.
Authors Note: Sorry, but I'm not going to write any further. I know, a lot of 'boo's' huh? Plus, I'll let you guys who actually wanted to read some of that think of it yourselves, since everybody knows what happens next. I'm sorry if you think I'm putting too much time of writing about Bumblebee, and not Megatron, but that's how this story works: somewhat in the eyes of Bumblebee. Anyways, thank you for all of the favorites, alerts, and reviews! Please keep them coming! But, please, no flamers or haters. And if you want to comment on my story, or flame it, I should say, at least have the guts for me to actually PM back to you. I'm not going to be rude, it's not in my nature. ^^;
Hope you enjoyed.