Computer hacking = techno babble. No offence to any real hackers out there. Sorry!

And those of you that love Halo- hope you enjoy the references. Oh, and yes, Blackarchnia is a pervert. So is Lugnut. XD

WARNINGS; Molesting within this chapter, towards the end. Poor Bee.

Finally, if you bothered to read all that, ENJOY!

Bumblebee struggled awake the next morning, drowsy and still half in recharge. It took him less time than the last morning he woke with Megatron to remember what happened and why he was here. That was probably because a huge arm was trapping him, confiscating it to the large grey and red body pressed into his hull.

He struggled a little, stopping when Megatron's arm shifted a bit, but stayed mostly still. His next tactic was to ignore Megatron's arm altogether and wiggle carefully out if the warlord's hold, using his small slender body to his advantage.

Managing to get his chassis and upper structure out he used his arms to brace himself and gently wriggle his hips and legs out from Megatron's loose but still entrapping grasp. Silently pumping his fist into the air in victory like he always did with Sari he leapt as quietly as he could off the bed with a tapping sound and went for the door. Of course, it was locked, and so was the other one.

Bumblebee circled the room, trying to creep silently like he had seen Prowl do, but it was proving difficult. How the frag could Prowl be so damn silent when he was made of metal?!

Pushing his fingers to the walls he stalked around the room, searching for anyway out, or vents of some kind. He found nothing. He wasn't too surprised (how much could it have changed since he was last here, really?) but the disappointment was crushing. Checking behind him Bumblebee saw Megatron still recharging, his arm haphazardly strewn over his chassis, his spot now vacant.

The Decepticon was still as death as his recharged, his optics closed and his face still grimacing while he rested. There was no movement or sounds. No gentle revving of his engine, or shift of his joints. Shivering, Bumblebee turned away and continued to search.

After a couple of cycles Bumblebee gave up. He walked to the edge of the window dejectedly and stood there, able to spot Detroit and Dinobot Island from his lonely roost.

The memory of Sari getting smashed in the chest by Megatron's huge foot suddenly grabbed his attention and worried thoughts flashed rapidly through his processor. He hoped she was okay. That and the others had found her quickly. As he gloomily slumped to the ground he felt a small twinge from his interior storage compartment, and transforming to reach it, pulled out two X-box controllers. They were larger than the normal ones because of Sumdac's twiddling fingers, and allowed Bumblebee to play easily without breaking the controllers. Sari used to have a small one, but that had long since been broken in one of her and Bumblebee's squabbles, and she had taken to using the Autobots spare one, saved for the rare moments Optimus and Prowl would join in.

Staring down at them, he sighed, his intakes whooshing. Dropping them to the floor next to him he fought the rising feeling of homesickness and fear strongly, thinking of the Autobots. He couldn't go down like this. He would find a way home, no matter what.

With his mind made up he glanced around the room again, checking if there was anything he had missed. He even tried to pry open the panel that held his beloved boosters, but it refused to yield.

Temporarily giving up, he turned his attention to the open sky before him.

Shivering as he stared out at it, Bumblebee decreed to himself that he was never, ever try to escape that way again, considering his last two attempts. As desperate as he was, he did not go though those experiences again, considering that there was not going to be a Decepticon waiting with open arms underneath him every time. He still had no idea why Blitzwing was out there last time, and why he would let him go just like that, but he couldn't complain. He was still functioning, after all.

'I would rather interface to death than die trying to escape down that damn pithole,' he declared to himself, nodding his head and crossing his arms as he looked over the cliff.

'Really?' A deep, delighted voice that smoothed over Bee's audio receptors like velvet asked.

Bumblebee whirled around, his body locking up in defence at the sound of those vocals to find Megaton standing no more than a metre behind him. Bumblebee hissed while trying not to jump once again, which completely went against the small oath he had just formed. He hadn't heard a sound! How the heck did Megatron manage to get so close?!

Without thinking, Bumblebee ducked and dived underneath Megatron's legs to scramble up and dash for the berth before clambering on. Standing atop it he was level with Megaton's neck struts, which made him feel safer, even though it did absolutely nothing at all.

Meagtron turned, cocking his head. He chuckled when he saw Bumblebee standing as tall as he could on the berth, glaring for all he was worth. He walked towards the nervous Bumblebee, reaching out. Bumblebee skipped backwards and without warning on a completely random thought asked: 'Are you a cyberninja?'

Megatron was so… not surprised, no, he was never surprised, just… okay, well surprised that he paused, his face screwing up. 'What?' Was all he could fathom as Bumblebee stared up at him with wide, yet strangely curious optics.

Bumblebee felt a sense of victory well up inside him. Got him! He thought in triumph. Megatron may have been the unstoppable Decepticon lord, but he had never versed Bumblebee in the mindless talking and endless questions game! (with the prize: freedom). Optimus, Prowl and Ratchet had all fallen for it's endless tricks and confusing rambling, earning Bumblebee many, many carefree outings, escapes from trouble and lazy days away from work.

'You know, cyberninja! Like Prowl. C'mon, creeping about, acting creepy, better than everyone, ultrafast with the movements!' He fought to keep the fear from his voice as he danced on the berth a little, working his fists and attempting to copy Prowl gracefully (but failing) while drinking up the small look of curiosity on Megatron's face that was rapidly growing into one of intense confusion. 'You were so silent then and I didn't hear you at all! I've tried, trust me, and there's no way you could have done that without being a ninja. Seriously, the floor is like polished steel! Do you have stabilisers or something?'

Megatron shut his optics slowly, then opened them again, frowning. 'I am not one of those low Autobot scum.' He spat, glaring at Bumblebee. 'And stabilisers are for useless, weak sparklings.'

'Really?' Bumblebee grinned. 'That's not what you said when I hit your foot on our ship fifty years ago! Whow-whee! Stabilisers galore! But anyway, I don't blame you! A big bad mech like you would NEED stabilisers just to stand up. Have you looked in the windshield lately? Time to stop packin the tonnes, buddy! You're huge!'

Megatron's left optic twitched. 'I am huge,' he hissed, 'Because I am the greatest Cybertronian warrior of all time, and leader of the Decepticons.'

Bumblebee grinned, coughing extremely extravagantly into his hand. Meagtron narrowed his optics, his engine giving an aggressive rev. Bumblebee gulped, but pressed on.

'There must be a real reason you are so big,' Bumblebee wondered out loud, starting to pace back and forth on the berth in what he knew was a very infuriating way. Head low, one finger poised on his lips with a hand behind his hull and an overly calculating look on his faceplate, giving it a sarcastic look. Yep, he learned the best from Prowl.

'No other mech I've ever seen is as big as you. You must've done something to make yourself that way, don't you think? Hey! I know! You've been using energon-boosts, haven't you? Ha! The big bad Decepticon baddie, pulling a fast one over us! Tell me, Megs, what crack are you on?'

He turned dramatically to Megatron, silently delighted at the overly confused and infuriated look on the normally stoic Decepticon's face. Fear quietly whispered that it would be wise to back down now, but his pride and triumph urged him on, happy to finally get some back at the bastard who had imprisoned, humiliated, tortured and raped him.

Bumblebee tried not to grin. He was giving Blurr a run for his credits as well.

'So, since you aren't denying it I can only assume you are on some kind of crack! I wonder how many you took? I bet you were realllllly small before. And that's another thing! Why are you so ugly? I can only imagine what your creators would look like. Wait, I'm sorry. I bet your creators were well respected bots. I wonder how disappointed they would be now, looking at you? I mean seriously, look at your ugly mug and personal waxing prob- ah!'

Bumblebee hit the berth with a small cry, the right side of his faceplate throbbing and burning red from the sudden abuse it had received. Megatron lowered his hand, frowning at the small yellow mech.

Bumblebee hissed through his dentals and he clumsily made his way to sitting position, one servo pushing him up and the other clutching his face. He glared up at Megatron, trying to stop oil from gathering in his optics, who started back at him emotionlessly.

'Frag you,' Bumblebee whispered as a small drop of oil rolled down his face, sizzling as it flowed over the burning spot on his cheek. This one was nothing like when they were in the forest. That hit was more of a warning just to drive the point across. This one was brutal and hard.

Staring at Bumblebee for a few more astroseconds, Megatron reached out and grasped the young transformer, placing him on his lap as he sat on the berth. Bumblebee pressed himself as far into the Megatron's chassis as he could as Megatron reached down and grasped his chin, tilting it towards him.

Trying to pull away, Bumblebee averted his optics. What was the fragger doing, seeing how much damage he had inflicted? He jerked and struggled away slighter, making Megatron hiss as he tried to stop Bee falling awkwaly from his hold. 'Just… hold… still,' he evenly stated, grasping as gently as he could at Bumblebee's flailing limbs.

Bumblebee's movements slowed to an uncertain stop at Megatron's almost friendly voice, a complete 360 to him a few minutes before.

He jumped as he felt cool metal lips press gently against the dent. Megatron pulled Bumblebee into his chassis, and Bumblebee actually felt himself sinking into it, mostly out of shock within this unreal situation. Megatron's cold lips felt so good against his burning dent. They soothed the pain, as if willing it away.

Megatron pulled away, and Bumblebee found himself letting out a small whine in disappointment, much to his ultimate embarrassment. Megatron smirked.

'So eager for another?' he asked breezily.

Bumblebee's faceplate burned over. He could practically see the steam rising from his vents, and so could Megatron.

'Go frag youself!' he grunted harshly, struggling in Megatron's hold.

Megatron knew he really shouldn't, as it was just too out of character for him and completely immature and pathetic. But Bumblebee had proven to be much more drastic, stupid, interesting and fun to deal with than anything –or one- Megatron had ever come across before, and the youngling was pulling feelings out of Megatron he had not felt for millions and millions of megacycles.

So he couldn't help but lick his glossa over his lips slowly, watching as Bumblebee's pissed off and scared face took in every move he made, whispering seductively: 'I would, but it is so much more fun to do it with you…'

Bumblebee's jaw fell down, his jaw hinges squeaking in complaint as it almost fell off (it had actually happened to Bulkhead once- not pretty) and his throat tube made a quiet strangling noise before his face heated to a crimson red and he glared at Megatron still spluttering for words.

Oh, this youngling was so delicious.

Chuckling, he placed Bumblebee on the berth and gracefully slid off it. 'I will be gone for the duration of the day,' he rumbled smoothly. 'Blitzwing will be here soon to watch you. If you try anything at all; you. Will. Be. Punished.' Megatron had punctured every word with a swift jerk forward until his faceplate was almost brushing Bumblebee's, who was leant back as far as he could on the berth.

Bumblebee had to give it to him, Megatron looked absolutely terrifying when he wanted to.

He nodded quickly.

'Good,' Megatron purred. He leant down to quickly kiss Bumblebee on the nose then turned and made his way out, the door clanging as It closed.

Bumblebee sat there in silence with his jaw hanging down, trying to process what had happened. A tiny black and yellow hand reached up to gently touch the midsection of his helmet, the equivalency of a human's nose, before it gently trailed down to the sizable dent on his cheek.

Bumblebee didn't know what to think anymore.

He sat there silently for a few moments until the door hissed again and the very Decepticon that was the cause of everything Bumblebee was going through walked in. Bumblebee quickly stood. He still didn't know what to think of Blitzwing. He had his three personalities, and when you were on the opposite side of them they did tend to be a bit scary. If Blitzwing wasn't a Decepticon and trying to constantly kill Bumblebee he would have considered him a majorly cool guy; the big brother/uncle type, like Jazz was.

But since he was, and he did cause the whole situation with Megatron (Bumblebee couldn't help but think that he would have been home right now racing Sari on the big screen if Blitzwing had just chucked him away) Bumblebee could not help but hate the Decepticon in the room with him now. He was surprised to find he hated Blitzwing more so than Megatron.

'Ah. Ze litdle bug iz still alive afta all. Lugnut owes me a barrel of oil.'

Bumblebee scowled, turning his back to Icy but making sure to stay on the berth. He was taller than Blitzwing on it, after all.

Bumblebee jumped as there was a clanking noise and Blitzwing was suddenly facing him, leaning on the berth with his head resting in his servos, his black and red face lighting up in interest.

'Zo, zo, how did eet go?' he asked excitedly, almost like a sparkling. Bumblebee blinked.

'What?'

'Wit Megatron, scraphead.' Icy was back. 'Zu don't expect me not zu find out.'

Bumblebee raised a ridge. When Blitzwing changed personalities his position had changed as promptly as his face. He was now sitting on the edge of the berth with his arms folded neatly on his lap. His face, while impassive and bored looked interested as well. Bumblebee felt as if he was suddenly talking to a noble like Mirage, who he had once met on Cybertron. Mirage had been regal and aloof, but nice and likeable. He struggled to hold onto his hate.

'Like it's any of your business,' Bumblebee spat.

Random snickered. He sprawled childishly onto the berth, looking up at Bumblebee with interest. 'I zink it eez!' he crackled gleefully.

Bumblebee glared down at Blitzwing, finally glad to be towering over a bot, not the other way around. He opened his mouth to say something insulting, but when nothing came out he closed it, looking away and quickly hopping off the berth. He ignored Blitzwing's gaze, slumping to the floor next to the window. A sudden thought struck him.

'Why did you let me go? When I was climbing down the wall? You could have easily taken me back to Megatron, but you just let me go. Which hurt, you slaghead, but I'm thankful for.'

Blitzwing cocked his head coolly at Bumblebee, considering the question for a while before changing his face to his signature fiery personality and answering.

'BECAUSE YOU AH A STUPIDHEAD AND IT WAZ NOT MY JOB TO BOTSIT SOME VEAKLING AUTOSCUM!'

Bumblebee had to fight all his senses not to faceplam dramatically. 'Okay… real mature that was!' He couldn't help but smile though. His mood dampened again a few seconds later. 'But now you're stuck botsitting me so suck it.'

After a moments silence, Bumblebee sighed.

'Why am I even talking to you?' He asked himself after a short silence.

'Because I am ze only vun here, zu are lonely, zu are suffering from depression, it eez ze only way you can occupy zour time… vould you like more?'

Bumblebee sighed, flopping onto his back, jerking back up with a yelp when he felt something dig into his back. Swinging around he spotted his two X-box controllers, one of the buttons on one pushed crookedly inside. Blinking as he started at them a grin found its way to his face.

Blitzwing started at the small yellow mech he was "botsitting" as he leapt up, grabbing the strange human devices and ran to Megatron's giant computer screen.

'Vot are you doing- you puny lidle autobot?!'

Bumblebee raised a brow at the Decepticon, whose cannons were smoking on instinct with his red face. Somehow, he just could not work up the energy to be scared. Maybe because everything about this Decepticon was a joke, and somewhere, in the very back of his processor, he knew Blitzwing was a good guy. As good as he could get being a homicidal Decepticon.

'Temper, dude. And they think I have the short fuse.'

There was an angry shout, which Bumblebee ignored. He pressed the biggest button on the side of the computer, grinning in victory with the giant screen smoothly hummed to life. It loaded and a bright display screen showed up, completely blank except for a couple of cybertronian symbols. Studying the screen with his glossa poked out he selected the top one with his finger and smiled in delight when the screen bleeped and the main controls came up.

He didn't have that much experience with computers such as this one; a high calibre cybertronian war machine (except for monitoring them and he wasn't even a whiz at that), but he had often watched Optimus accessing it on Omega Supreme back when they were still a lowly clean-up crew, gaining a basic knowledge of how to use it.

He accessed the main controls, and applied it to connect to the nearest broadcasting signal from the city that worked as the internet by entering through Megatron's main controls. After a few tries, a small error message popped up requesting a password, and Bumblebee cursed vehemently.

'Puny Ahutobot! Zat's not how zu do it!' Blitzwing pushed himself up angrily and stomped over, shoving Bumblebee to the side. He accessed the control's himself and hacked the system in less than a minute, doing just as Bumblebee did but creating a virus that weakened the firewalls and enabled him to enter the hard drive through the back door, so to say, by plugging his finger directly in.

'Ha! Beat zat! Woah-hahaha!' The screen bleeped, displaying a message that stated internet access was approved, and ready for use. Mouth open, Bumblebee stepped forward. 'You NEED to teach me how to do that. How did you do that?'

'I simply overrode ze leading components of ze mazchine by creating a virus zo distract and veaken the firewalls zo I could gain access to anyzing I vanted—'

'Cool!' Bumblebee cut him off hastily. He couldn't understand all this mumbo-jumbo about technical stuff and for a moment Bumblebee could see a huge army-green mech, cheerfully babbling on about space bridges without a care in the world, not even noticing the look of complete and utter confusion on Bumblebee's faceplate …

Bumblebee bowed his head as he stepped in front of the larger mech, attempting to push his way in front and entering Broadband, typing in the address of the website he wanted.

'Are zu okay?'

Bumblebee started at the accented voice and the servo that gently touched his shoulder. He couldn't believe this guy actually cared, or bothered to ask. And he didn't need to turn to know it was Icy in the lead. It seemed that one was the only sane or serious one of the lot.

'You're kidding me, right?' he muttered unbelievingly, before cheerfully stating, 'No, I'm completely suuuuuper! Never been better!' He glanced up at the Decepticon and swiping at his optics while flashing his brightest smile. The one that fooled everyone. He accessed the familiar Halo webpage and used the advanced technology on the computer to start downloading the whole game, complete with the extra new "fallen" maps and weapons. The computer bleeped, cheerfully telling him it would take a minute.

'I don't believe zu,' Blitzwing flatly stated, crossing his arms in an aloof manner and narrowing his one optic, the other twisting and zooming in on Bumblebee. Looks like this one was just like Prowl, as well as Bulkhead. Bumblebee sighed, annoyed but reassured that someone in this pithole seemed to care for him.

He almost smiled. 'It's nothing, okay, crazyface? Just that I have been forced to interface, imprisioned and humiliated, but other than that just a little homesick. So, there, I'm fine. Just peachy,' he snapped. The computer downloaded the whole game and Bumblebee turned, quickly entering it.

Icy stared at him, a look of bored disinterest on his face. Random appeared a few seconds later. 'Let's go zee sem later!' He shouted, clasping his hands. Bumblebee could practically see the upside down Anime U's on Blitzwing's eyes. 'I shall take zu! Ve can all play togezzar! And ve could hav a dance party!' He started dancing around the room, humming to himself.

Bumblebee raised a ridge, then burst out laughing, falling to the floor. Static cut through his laughing as it almost overloaded his vocals. He laughed a bit more, relishing in the feeling of laughing freely once again. He couldn't help it. This guy-! Bumblebee found himself staring at the main menu of Halo.

'Sweet!' Bumblebee almost shrieked. 'It worked!'

He grabbed his controller and flung himself on the berth, eagerly anticipating escape in any form. Entering the internet via Halo he signed on as the alias Sari had insisted on making him weeks before: yellowflash101, and added himself to a good old game of slayer, Red vs. Blue style. Bumblebee's armour was as close as you could get to yellow (orange) and he was on Red, of course. Blue could go and suck slag.

Blitzwing's attention was diverted from dancing mindlessly to the game when it loaded, and a landscape, beautifully animated, appeared with the rifle of a gun poking from the bottom. Status screens and small guns were framed around the side, showing bits of information and where you where. 'Yes!' Bumblebee pumped his fist as red counterparts near him spanned out down the beach, where they had started, looking for their blue enemies. 'Time for Halo!'

'Vat is 'alo?'

They didn't have to wait. Numerous gunshots assaulted the speakers, and a red called Ulta-mateKiLleR dropped. Bumblebee moved behind a rock and started shooting heedlessly at an oncoming blue with a rocket launcher, which proved tricky because it would only shoot twice before he had to spend precious seconds reloading it.

'Halo, my sad, little, dumb, deprived Decepticon friend, is the best. Game. Ever. INVENTED!'

The last couple of words were shoved out as Bumblebee leapt into the air, shooting like crazy, while chucking a sticky bomb at another blue that had dived in to help take him down.

'AH AM NOT DUMB-' frrruuuush! 'Ah!' Blitzwing clapped his servos together like a sparkling with an energon pop. 'Pretty lidle explosions!'

That was the sticky exploding. And the blood and guts spilling from the carcass.

'Ha! You've just been sticky-d', blue!'

He fiddled with the controls while Blitzwing crouched in front of the screen, following all the action eagerly, reminding Bee of a cat watching a tank of goldfish, or better, Prowl with his dull nature programs.

Picking up a laser sword, Bumblebee crouched behind a building in the abandoned base and skewered the first person he saw, grimacing when he saw it was one of his own teammates. He muttered an apology he knew the other would never hear, dropping the sword and picking up the red's plasma rifle. Better make use of it.

A second later, he was sniped.

'FRAGIT!' he shrieked, the speed and intensity of his voice pushing the two words together. He waited impatiently to respawn, dashing off as soon as he was. Spotting a couple of blues in the building district as he moved off the beach he joined with another red and ran towards them, rifle firing. He elbowed one in the head, and more blues appeared, along with a red on a warthog, which caused a lot of decent splatter when it drove through the lot. Blitzwing giggled with joy.

'TAKE THAT, FRAGGER OF A GLITCH! YOU TAIL PIPED SLAG-HEAD!' Bumblebee didn't hold back at all as he mashed the buttons down continuously to gain leverage in the all-out brawl on the screen. He relaxed completely, letting the game take all his stress away and release his pent up frustration. Icy Blitzwing glanced at Bumblebee with a raised brow, then joined in as hothead, vehemently cursing the blue fraggers on the screen, even though he had no idea what was going on.

'SLAG! Gitched skidplate! That was my gun!'

He respawned and scanned the area. The brawl had cleared soon after he died; leaving only battered bodies and discarded weapons littering the beach.

'I vant zu play! Let me play! I vant zu blow up zings with pretty booms!'

Bumblebee paused, turning his attention from the screen, his mouth ajar. 'Uhermmmmm… what?' Had he just heard right?

'I zaid, I vant to play. Are zu going zu let me?' Icy stared at him indifferently.

Boom!

'Annnnnnnd I just got killed. Thanks, Blitz!' Bumblebee grumbled.

'Let me play, zu tiny autobot scum! If zu do not let meh play, I vill-'

'—Chop me up and eat me for dinner. Oooooooh, scary. Seriously! That's getting old real quick Blitzwing. Maybe try something fresh?'

When all he got was an icy stare (guessing which personality was in control) he shook his head grinning.

'You actually want to play? Well, I guess so. But these online games aren't like that. You need to wait until they are finished to quit. You can't just drop out whenever you want, ya know?'

'Zen ve vill wait until it eez finished.'

Nodding with a cheeky smile, Bumblebee plunged in. He killed a couple more blues and a red (only cause that guy had tried first!) and got killed two twice more. He was looking forward to playing with Blitzwing as the game ended and the scoreboard showed red on top by five kills ('Score!').

'Um. Hm. (Can't believe I am doing this…)…hold it like this.' He demonstrated for the Deceptcion, and gave him a brief rundown of the controls. 'That one at the back is to shoot, and you use this one to shoot and this to jump… there are two control sticks… that's these things here, and one is for moving and the other is view, like where you are looking. And… that's about it. It'll take a while to get the use of it, but whatever! I can't wait to whip your aft bad!'

Blitzwing cocked his head but stayed silent as Bumblebee excited to the main screen and entered normal slayer, just the two of them. Bumblebee was wearing his trademark orange-yellow armour, while Blitwing was just a visitor; a dull army green.

The new landscape they were in was just as beautiful as the last. With two bases, a waterfall and river, plenty of space to run and snipe and multiple vehicles it was the perfect place to kill Blitzwing again and again.

Bumblebee grinned as he excited the base he had started from and jumped into a nearby Warthog vehicle.

'Vow!' Bitzwing wiggled both of the toggles on the controller and his view spun in circles. He pushed the other one and his person moved, so the camera became much more whirred and blurred. Blitzwing giggled when he added shooting to the mix.

'If you actually want to attempt to win you'll need to stop doing that,' Bumblebee scoffed. A second later he appeared over the hill and Blitzwing was smashed into the air by the Warthog. He flew a fair distance, then hit the ground and rolled, legs splayed and arms bent unnaturally.

'Ah,' Icy stated, a little disappointed but not showing it. 'I see zu hav killed me.'

Bumblebee grinned, exciting the warthog. 'Now it's time for the ultimate Halo tradition, passed down by generations of hardcore Halo fans!' He ran until he was standing on top of Blitzwing's deceased shell and started tapping quickly on one of the toggle buttons.

Blitzwing was silent for a few moments as he observed, then…

'VAT TH' FRAG ARE ZU DOING TO MY BODY, AUTOBOT?!'

...

Blackarachnia scowled as he walked down one of the hallways with Lugnut. She hated any time spent with the big bolt head, but there was certain criteria she had to follow if she was to continuously receive the protection of the Decepticons. And that was to check up with the boss. The annoying, uptight, strict fragger they all served under. And while Megatron was all of those things, he was also strong, commanding, skilled, and had a really sexy aft. He demanded respect and that's what he got. So Blackarchnia had no problems working for him. It was just the damn Decepticons she had to work with.

Right now she was in search of the big mech himself, and Lugnut had insisted joining her, the bastard of a motherboard.

Probably just so he could suck up to his royal highness, she sneered silently.

As they neared Megatron's room Blackarachnia cocked her head and stopped at the strange noises that were imitating from the door. It sounded like some kind of gunshots, curses, grunts and the occasional shriek. Luckily the door was reinforced steel; otherwise they would have heard a lot more.

Lugnut stopped as well when he heard them and scratched his helm. A smirk found its way onto Blackarachnia's face. She had heard all about Megatron's little toy, the yellow youngling from Optimus's team from Blitzwing and with Megatron currently missing and the sounds her well-matured mind could only come up with one legitimate conclusion.

'Megatron really likes it rough, doesn't he?' she purred as she started to quickly walk towards the door. Her motion was halted when Lugnut reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her abruptly back. She yanked her arm free, hissing threateningly.

'We should leave,' the giant rumbled unevenly, his huge pedes shuffling nervously. 'If… if… Lord Megatron really is in there with that autoscum…'

Blackarchnia had never seen the larger mech nervous like that. She had to seize this opportunity for future blackmail. Grinning evilly she sidled up to him, just for the ultimate purpose of making Lugnut uncomfortable. 'You know want to take a peek. I know I do…'

Lugnut growled as Blackarachnia touched her lips, thinking of all the delicious actions that could be happening in that room right now. She wanted in! A chance to just glimpse that sexy body of Megatron's and that cute little aft of the youngling's together…

When her thoughts were interrupted by Lugnut growling again Blackarchnia knew she didn't have long before things would escalate and turn into a full-out brawl between the two. She wasn't afraid; her wits and speed easily outclassed any move the dumb fighter could pull but she doubted Megatron would take kindly to them interrupting him bonding with a mild scuffle.

'C'mon, luggie,' she whispered. 'Don't you want to see Megatron's wonderful body bathed in his own coolant, on the verge of a delicious, heated overload? Or how about…'

She needed to say no more as the giant mech suddenly pushed past her and was at the door. Smirking, she made her way and shot her hand to push open the door when it was stopped again by Lugnut.

'You can't just charge in there!' He growled in his low rumble. 'You will get incinerated by his massive cannon-'

'Listen honey, if you're going to reap the rewards in life you've gotta rush in and claim them. Besides, I walk into his room all the time unchecked. He does have needs that he only trusts me to take care of.'

She smirked at the growing jealously that suddenly dominated Lugnut's face. Before he could do anything she shoved the door open and walked in, stopping to gape at the sight before her.

Bumblebee squeaked and slipped off Blitzwing's shoulder at the sound of the door banging open. When he saw that it wasn't Megatron he relaxed, then tensed up again when he noticed Blackarachnia. She really creeped him out.

Lugnut entered behind her and frowned at Blitzwing and Bumblebee, half relieved it wasn't his leader and half disappointed.

The silence was broken by Blitzwing. 'Hi!' he cheerfully yipped. 'Vant zo play? I am getting betta!'

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Megatron paused outside his door at 1700 earth hours. The noises that were coming from it were… most curious.

He briefly thought of the million punishments that he would inflict upon Blitzwing if anything at all had happened to his mate before he calmly opened it and strolled in confidently.

Only to stop and stare in confusion at the small "party" going on in his quarters.

His gaze was immediately drawn to his mate's bright yellow frame, which was seated atop Blitzwing's shoulders, his legs hanging down to Blitzwing's waist. Blitzwing himself was seated in front of his computer, and Megatron frowned when he noticed it was on, with an unfamiliar game on its screen. It had been paused when he walked in and he noticed with growing smugness that Bumblebee had squeaked and was now attempting to hide behind Blitzwing. He struggled not to smirk possessively. A lot of good hiding was going to do him.

He quickly scanned the assortment of mechs that were all watching him in silence. Blackarachnia was sitting silently on the berth, and had apparently been quietly watching the screen. She was now glancing at him with disinterest, waiting to see what he would do. Lugnut was standing near the wall with Mixmaster and Scrapper. Megatron had no idea what they were doing, but by the way they were all turned eagerly towards the screen and held multiple barrels of oil in their hands he guessed they were gambling. On what he had no idea.

They were all staring at him, waiting for him to do something. He smiled smoothly. He loved this kind of power. Turning his head, he surveyed the room once more, about to speak when a loud scoff came from Bumblebee as he turned away, completely disinterested and unpleased. Ignoring Megatron, he clicked a button on the strange device in his servos and the screen blared to life. Crackling, Blitzwing turned back to the screen and hunched over his controller, navigating his way out of some underground covens in search of Bumblebee.

It was as if the spell broke. Blackarchnia turned back to the game and ignored him as well, and the three large mechs settled themselves around the screen, with Lugnut going uncharacteristically red at the sight of Megatron. Megatron himself was greatly surprised. He had never seen all these particular cybertrionians in a room together for an extended period of time NOT fighting and NOT yelling obscenities at each other. Was his mate the cause of this?

Raising a brow, Megatron turned his attention to the game. It seemed both Bumblebee and Blitzwing were each playing a human clad in quite stylish armour (he grudgingly had to admit), and their mission was to kill each other. Multiple times, apparently.

Shaking his head in disinterest and annoyance he navigated his way through the room and deftly plucked Bumblebee off Blitzwing's shoulders, ignoring the shout of outrage and Blitzwing's crackling as Bumblebee's player fell to the ground.

'Fragging pit!' Bumblebee swore, attempting to keep playing while dangling in the air by his scruff bar. 'Couldn't it have waited a few minutes, frag-head?! Now we're tied! FRAG YOU!'

Megatron's mouth fell open and he stared at his mate for a few seconds, his processor running through a thousand things to punish him with. Bumblebee, after putting up a bit of a struggle, had given up and was now facing the screen while pointedly ignoring the giant Decepticon holding him. Megatron did feel a bit smug when he felt the small frame quiver in his hand, but he was still shocked beyond belief, as well as impressed that Bumblebee would talk to him like that. It wasn't anything new, really, but it still surprised him. If only he could shot something now...

Inside his head, Bumblebee swore at himself repeatedly in dread. He hadn't meant to say those things! He had just blurted out what was on his processor. It was a common rule that you should never distract a gamer while playing a winning game of Halo.

Hearing a few distorted snickers from the constructions behind him Megatron charged his cannon and aimed it in a hazarded direction behind him, shooting blindly.

There was a shout and a crash, as well as a zap-like crash of the laser hitting the wall.

Silence reined for a few minutes, before muffled whimpers and curses came from Scrapper as he excused himself, attempting to drag Mixmaster out, who was groaning and cursing (although still managing to clutch the four barrels of oil he had won off Lugnut). Blackarachnia shook her head and stood, gliding gracefully out of the room, glancing at Megaton with a knowing smirk on her face.

Megatron powered down his cannon, relishing the feeling of absolute power. He never missed.

When the shot was fired Bumblebee had yelped, thinking the wrath was on him, and had dropped the controller, curling into a compact ball. And with his controller currently five feet below him, it provided Blitzwing with an easy opening.

He jumped up in hothead mod and clasped his hands in victory, shoving a finger in Bumblebee's startled face.

'HA! Whaddya gonna' do now, audobot!? I beat you! I am de 'ALO CHAMPION!'

Bumblebee scowled angrily. 'Yeah, like Megatron grabbing me and making me drop my controller had nothing to do with it.'

Icy only smirked in response, standing with a grunt and stretching his popping joints. 'I take my leave.' He smoothly stated in farewell, grabbing Lugnut by one of his small eyes with two delicate digits. 'Hav fun.'

He proceeded to drag the growling Lugnut out the door while quickly winking at Megatron. When Megatron gave an aggressive rev of his powerful engine Blitzwing hurried up, quickly locking the door behind him. His crazy laughter started up a few seconds later and got lower as he walked down the hall, away from them.

Then, it was silence, and just the two of them.

Bumblebee crossed his arms and scowled, staring fornlornly at the controller below him, fearing what would happen in the next few cycles. Megatron shut the computer off, taking one last moment to stare at it in dull interest. He then moved to the berth and placed Bumblebee on it. Bumblebee scowled again, looking away while trembling slightly and wrapping his arms around himself.

Rolling his optics Megatron crossed the room and clicked a button, opening a compartment. Bumblebee perked up, thinking it was his boosters. He was proved wrong when Megatron returned with two huge cubes of energon.

Bumblebee's eye's widened and he leapt up, his small hands eagerly grasping for the one Megatron held out for him. Energon on Earth was a rare treat as opposed to Cybertron, where it was drunk daily, with oil and axle grease as sides. There was no energon to be found on Earth so the Autobots had contented themselves with oil. They could go countless megacycles without energon and could survive on oil easily, so it hadn't been an issue. They still had reserves on the ship, but they were reserved for special occasions, so they hardly ever got it.

Before he could start sculling his Megatron grabbed Bumblebee by the arm and settled himself on the berth before placing Bee in his lap. He then ignored Bumblebee in order to down his down energon, one servo wrapped over Bumblebee's chassis as a precaution.

Bumblebee immediately shoved the cube up and started drinking readily; only to start to choke and hack as it hit his fuel pipes. He almost dropped the cube, leaning forward to splutter and spit what was in his mouth- and tubes- out.

It...was… so damn strong!

'You didn't tell me this was high grade!' Bumblebee almost shrieked, rubbing his throat pipe sorely. Megatron paused in chugging his, and looked at Bumblebee with bored optics. His cube was almost done. Megatron shrugged lazily, throwing the rest down his throat with ease.

'Why would it not be?' He asked, a hint of his rough voice sounding genuinely confused.

Bee hacked dramatically. 'It's so rare, for one thing,' he said in his DUH voice (Sari had taught him). 'And it's so strong!' He looked in disgust at the cube in his hands as if it would bite him.

Megatron frowned. 'It is the finest energon on Cybertron. No more than I deserve,' he clarified.

Bumblebee shook his head, stretching to put the cube on the berth next to him. 'Cocky bastard,' he sniffed in distaste.

Megatron ignored that, then eyed the energon Bumblebee had rejected before staring at Bumblebee. 'You aren't going to drink?' He stated more than asked. Bumblebee snorted, leaning back into his chassis. 'Pipe-slagger,' was all that was said.

Staring at Bumblebee below his chin pointedly for a few seconds, Megatron picked up the cube and sipped a bit from it. 'Gross,' Bumblebee muttered. 'I slobbered all over that.'

Unable to say anything, Megatron just smirked slowly. Placing the cube down, he grabbed Bumblebee with both hands, spinning Bumblebee around and standing him on his lap.

'Wait, what are you doing?! No! Put me down, fraghead! Now!'

Pulling Bumblebee into his chassis he gently touched his lips to Bumblebee's, pushing down hard and opening his mouth. He forced the energon from his mouth into Bumblebee's. Bumblebee twisted and gagged but Megatron grabbed his helm and kept his mouth fixed on his, using one of his fingers to massage the strong liquid down Bumblebee's pipe. He released Bumblebee as soon as it was swallowed and Bumblebee grabbed his throat, making infuriated strangling noises.

It didn't even register to Bumblebee until the high grade was already down his throat that by Megatron doing that all the bitterness and overwhelming taste was gone. Megatron slid Bumblebee back onto his lap and held him leant back against him as he drained the rest of the energon. Bumblebee could feel the liquid flowing down Megatron's pipe into his strong fuel pump behind his helm and shoulders. It felt kind of nice, and Bumblebee tilted his head back, listening to the sloshing of the energon and the reving of Megatron's engine.

Megatron finished the cube and carelessly chucked it to the side, grabbing hold of Bumblebee and pulling his onto his chassis, falling backwards and twisting. Bumblebee let out a small 'oof!' as they hit the berth, but had no time to do anything else as Megatron started to ravish his chassis with his glossa, servos pinning Bumblebee's wrists to the berth above.

Gritting his denta, Bumblebee sighed, attempting to kick half-heartedly at Megatron. He really didn't see the point in wasting energy trying to fight off Megatron when he was in a horny mood. He hadn't lost his fighting spirit at all. He just didn't see the point. As Prowl went on and on about; it was sometimes best just to wait for the right moment to kick some aft.

Bumblebee leant his head back onto the berth, offlining his optics as his thoughts drifted to Prowl and the rest of their motley crew, attempting to ignore the feeling of Megatron's slick glossa exploring his body, and unable to stop the muffled gasps and tiny moans as Megatron brushed a sensitive wire or node.

Bumblebee was unable to fully cut Megatron out when he travelled lower, nudging his head roughly between Bumblebee's legs. Bumblebee jumped out of his armour (as Sari would say) when he felt Megatron probing around there; not hiding his disgust and surprise one bit.

'Holy Primus!'

Megatron smirked as Bumblebee shrieked insanely above him, continuing to explore with his glossa, both hands reached out to trap Bumblebee's servos, one on each side.

Due to his many years residing in Sumdac's lab Megatron had had more than enough time to study Humans and their strange ways, more so out of boredom than anything else. And exploring the wide world of Human relationships and mating was… extremely fasinating, if very disgusting.

From all the things they did in courtship and mating he had wondered… and now he could experiment. It was well known that Cybertronians were unusually sensitive around their pelvic armour, but each protoform came with its own sensitive nodes. Megatron himself was quite partial to his neck and waist plating, and from what he had gathered Bumblebee's was his horns.

As Megatron's glossa explored unheedlessly Bumblebee practically lost control of his actions, much to his own shame. He gasped lightly as Megatron located his traction switch and his pelvic plating slid back smoothly, allowing Megatron access to his sensitive wires and circuits underneath.

He arched backwards, protesting as strongly as he could when Megatron dipped his head down and dragged his glossa up and down the wires, poking around and testing at the reactions he got.

'NO! Stop! Stop- ahhhh! Holy primus! AH! S-s-stop… RIGHT THERE! N-no, I'm serious!'

Megatron smirked, locating a sensor node buried just under the top level of delicate wires. His engine purring deeply, he licked over it a few times before unexpectedly shoving his glossa inside. Bumblebee was unable to hold in the high pitched scream that was torn from his vocals at those actions. It was so foreign and new to him, and his processor was in a sweet haze.

Megaron wiggled his glossa a bit, revelling in the feeling of Bumblebee tightening and lubricating. Maybe those humans weren't so stupid after all…

Letting go of Bumblebee's servos in the trust that he would be immobile, he started to caress his slender black waist as he moved upward, discarding Bumblebee's pelvic region in favour of his slim waist.

Bumblebee withered and gasped, his fans whirring and his armour heating up dramatically and Megatron nibbled slowly on his waist, a few wires sparkling. Megatron raised his head and took in the sight of his mate sprawled on the berth gripping the edges, his face frantic and torn between pleasure and disgust. His attention was drawn from Bumblebee's waist coverings when he sensed Bumblebee's spark frantically close, pulsing and jumping in effort to bring his nearer. He knew, and Bumblebee knew they both wanted this.

He licked his lips eagerly.

Crawling onto Bumblebee, his straddled his small hips, careful not to crush them before dipping to bite and bite at Bumblebee's arched neck. Delicious panting gasps reached Megatron's audio senses, pushing him to work faster, and more intense.

His hands started working furiously as he applied himself to exploring Bumblebee's body. Bumblebee started whimpering as his spark started to thump uncomfortably in his chassis. Biting his lip components so hard he drew energon, he tried in a last ditch effort to strive Megatron off, shaking his head slightly as Megatron fingered his hips.

Megatron grew more frenzied as Bumblebee moaned, still trying to rebel but unable to control his mouth. He lowered his body in a spark beat and roughly dragged his body over Bumblebee's, who was unable to control his body waves anymore. With a hiss of defeat, Bumblebee's servos rose on their own and grasped desperately at Megatron's armour, his nimble little digits digging in.

Another hiss was heard, and Bumblebee's chassis opened, his small spark glittering eagerly, little trials of energy reaching out to Megatron's chassis. Wasting no time, his processor scrambled in the moment, Megatron's own chassis opened obediently.

Without a warning they pushed themselves together, two pairs of arms grabbing needily onto each other as their sparks joined and sung together, energy pouring out the bond that was strengthening and finalising.

More energy infused waves started generating from their connected sparks, and Bumblebee screamed as images suddenly pushed themselves into his processor in a fury too much for him to take in: he found himself as a young cadet in the Autobot academy, always outshining his fellow trainees by a mile… he was standing with an eons younger Ultra Magnus, overlooking Cybertron… he was with a red mech sparring with twin saber swords… and lying in berth, surrounded by quietly recharging mechs.

The peaceful atmosphere disappeared quickly, and Bumblebee was suddenly watching over a bloody battlefield. He reeled backwards in his mind, overwhelmed by the intensity of the memories he was experiencing. Thousands of battles... and hundreds of screams and yells… and worst still, Bumblebee watched countless mechs die in front of him. He watched as their optics offlined for the last time, and as their sparks visibly spluttered out, sometimes with a saber sword or a burning hole in their chest. More than often it was Starscream at his feet, begging for forgiveness.

The battlefields disappeared and he caught brief glimpses of Omega Supreme, with them on it, their quick battle aboard him, his crash to Earth and Sumdac.

And then, he saw himself. His saw himself, terrified and wide-eyed tied to the Berth, and him tumbling through the air. He was underneath Megatron, withering in disgust and accompanied by burning passion, and in recharge, curled in massive arms.

As suddenly as all the images appeared they were snatched away. The feelings, the memories, the sensations and Bumblebee was suddenly back on Earth, his spark intertwined perfectly with Megatron's, their sparks screaming out to each other in a rush of warm ecstasy. Energy pounded through the both of them as one and Bumblebee arched upwards, his spark singing in tune with Megatron's, drawing closer to him. Bumblebee started screaming in pure and unrefined pleasure, not caring or knowing what was happening at this point.

With one last pound, the two sparks broke away, crackling merrily. Bumblebee collapsed backwards, his whole structure on fire, his processor scrambled and circuits fried. Everything that had just happened… it was too much for him to take in.

His processor reeled, overloading with lines of code and data and his body started to die down, although he was exhausted. His spark pounded with a new intensity he had never experienced before, so his processor did the only thing it could at that moment; it pushed him into recharge.

So he did, his engine humming happily as he curled into the warmest source he could; the mech right next to him.

Megatron himself had fallen in a sort of daze on the berth next to his mate, releasing a gust of air from his intakes, attempting to cure his burning plating. His spark was humming uncharacteristically cheerfully, supplying him with an endless amount of energy.

Despite the draining overload and bond he had just participated in he felt as if he could conquer Cybertron by himself at the moment. It was this feeling he could not explain… as if he was now whole…

He turned to look at Bumblebee who was curled into his chassis, a look of happy contentment gracing his petite faceplate. Shifting onto his side he enfolded the small Autobot half his size in his arms, pulling Bumblebee up towards his face and right over his spark. Yes, with Bumblebee by his side, he would take Cybertron for the Decepticons and become supreme ruler of the universe.

Megatron had no doubt now a full bond had been formed, making them inseperable no matter what Bumblebee had to say about it. To cybertronians, bonds were the most important thing that was to be formed when two Transformers had the utmost care and love for each other.

But, there were also special cases. Accounts of bonding instantly in a one night 'face were not unheard of, as was being drawn to and eventually bonding against the mechs own will. Sparks sometimes, it seemed, had a mind of their own. Love to Cybertronians was a scared and unpredictable thing, found anywhere and in anything, as was lust.

And with that full bond came all the perks (and downsides) of the bond. Bonds usually lead their owners to their other spark through special impulses sent from the spark, like the ones Megatron had received earlier. This could only happen when they were near or felt a great need for their bonded. The bond could be blocked if one's emotions against the other were strong enough.

His mate's memories had been… interesting. From what he gathered, this little mech had been through a lot. Megatron had recognised Shockwave disguised as Longarm in Bumblebee's short, quick flashes of his pathetic boot camp immediately. There were some very disturbing memories of his mate and Shockwave that made his temper rise along with his need to destroy something.

Like when Bumblebee had been crammed inside that small storage compartment with his own Decepticon spy at an unbearably close level, or the brief flashes of that dark room and Shockwave was drawing closer...

Megatron was, to say the least, a little shocked and angry. And jealous. Bumblebee had been the one to advance on Shockwave. That in itself got Megatron interested in this odd turn of events. Odd that he (or, his spark) had picked the very little Autobot that had been involved with Shockwave before bonding with Megatron.

He wanted to know everything about Shockwave and his mate. And Shockwave was going to get hell for touching his mate. For allowing himself to be seduced by his own mate when he should have been concentrating on working his way through the Autobot ranks.

Relaxing into the berth Megatron decided to keep this from Shockwave, and the knowledge of his mate from Shockwave until absolutely necessary. It was not that he didn't trust Shockwave, just that it would cause unneeded troubles and distract Shockwave from his duties. After all, Shockwave was Megatron's most trusted and longest serving Decepticon. Megatron could still recall training alongside the mysterious mech when they were just younglings, Shockwave Megatron's senior by a thousand years.

Besides, Megatron was capable of smashing Shockwave to the ground if the situation called for it.

Frowning, Megatron's gaze left the wide expanse of dark forest in front of him and travelled to Bumblebee's peaceful faceplate. The moonlight shone gently on the slightly faded metal of his face and highlighted his soft features; his smooth cheeks, delicate lip components and gorgeous little horns.

He could easily see why Shockwave would show interest in the young mech. After all, that was how he preferred them; young, bright and naïve. And Bumblebee was certainly all that, as well as beautiful. Any bot could see it- they just had to look and wait.

Megatron watched his brand new sparkmate recharge for a few more minutes before allowing a rare smile to grace his faceplates.

'Goodnight... Bumblebee...' He rumbled gently into the night.

Outside their door, Blackarchnia snickered into her hand. All those delicious noises and screams... She definantly needed to come there more often. All she had to do was press her audio sensor to the door and her organic and techno halves mixed quite well to magnify her hearing by ten. She had heard every passionate sound.

It had definantly been a good show.

Standing quietly, she cracked her neck and turned, swiftly making her way down the corridor. It was time to pay a visit to another good-looking mech; her one and only ex-Autobot leader.

She smirked.