A/N: Well, you all asked for it, and I delivered. I want to thank everybody who's faving, reviewing, watching, etc. because it all means a lot to me. Two years ago, I wasn't much of a supporter of slash and couldn't fathom the idea of TFs being together like this. Look at me now! I blame Death for she corrupts minds and does it spectacularly! :D Now enjoy this smut filled chapter, and please leave a review as I love to hear your thoughts. It is all I ask of you. Unless you want to tell me I'm touched in the head, in which case I point at laugh at you. Ha!
FYI: I didn't intend for what feels like the pun at the end of this chapter. You'll know it when you see it. I tried forever after spotting it to think something different to put, but nothing came. For reference, the title of this story more or less describes just how delicate such situations can be because until things get better, you never know what could happen, and you have to be careful to avoid causing anymore harm than what's been done. I think Optimus and Sari pretty much cover the 'we are idiots when it comes to this' category. And now, that's about it. Please enjoy.
47. Creation
Bumblebee shifted in discomfort on the berth, venting a frustrated sigh. Despite his best efforts, the uncomfortable heat that had settled into his frame refused to dissipate. He'd tried everything from pouring cold water on himself (which had hissed and turned to steam the nanoklik it hit his armour) to removing his chassis, wheel-wells, and subspace compartment to release some of the built-up heat in his frame. It had helped some, but after a few kliks of feeling terribly exposed without his chassis, he'd replaced it and settled for laying on his back, the cool metal of the berth doing wonders on his exposed circuitry.
The heat had begun to build during stassis, and he could only guess after Prowl had left for his morning patrol followed by monitor duty. Otherwise, the ninja-bot would still be here, voicing his concerns to Ratchet who would only laugh and tease the younger mech while he examined the scout. At least that had finally gone back to normal. Since the sparkling's deactivation, Ratchet had been more concerned with the sub-compact's health than usual, looking into every little problem Prowl reported to him. In a way, he found it cute that Prowl was worried to the point of telling the old medic even the most minor of problems.
Bumblebee's engine purred at the thought of the black and gold mech, absently noting his temperature climbing just a little higher. In the last two months, Prowl had been his biggest support, never leaving his side, and offering any comfort he could. He preffered not to think of the fight they'd had which had resulted in the harsh words and accidental hit Prowl still hadn't forgiven himself for. He doubted that he ever would considering Prowl still blamed himself for what happened to Master Yoketron, and he hadn't even been there. It was going to take a long time before he would ever completely forgive himself. If only Bluestreak had been able to come along with Jazz and the others.
A smile found its way on to his face as he thought of Optimus asking Jazz to bring Sunstreaker and Sideswipe to Earth. That had meant a lot to him. Their visit had helped him to put whatever misery was left behind him and let him feel more like his old self. Bumblebee laughed as he thought of the pranks they had pulled on Ratchet and of dents the twins now sported on their armour, something Sunstreaker had not been too happy about. He found himself playing more games with Sari, racing with the twin Lambos, and even annoying Prowl a little more who would smile and laugh it off more often than he would admit.
With his thoughts drifting back to Prowl, Bumblebee moved again, trying to get comfortable even as the heat from his frame began to warm the berth. Every now and again, he would catch the cyberninja staring into space or meditating, and by simply prodding through their bond, he could tell exactly where his thoughts were taking him. Family. Prowl wanted a family. There wasn't a time of day now where the ninja-bot wasn't thinking about what it would be like to be father or be able to hold a sparkling. It still hurt to think about what had almost been, but not so much anymore the scout was afraid that same thing would happen all over again.
Maybe it was time to give it another chance.
Recognizing the growing heat as arousal, Bumblebee scanned the signatures present in the base, delighted to find Prowl's among them. The only other signatures he picked up on were his own and Jazz's. The others must have been out patrolling or helping the humans with some project. A devious smile crossing his faceplates, he trailed one digit up along the seam in his side, shivering at the touch, making sure to send the sensation it induced across the bond.
Sitting at the monitors in the common room, Prowl gasped and pressed his servos into the console, unprepared for the rush of arousal through his circuits. His could feel his systems beginning to heat, his spark pulsing erratically in response to its other. Fearing that Jazz had heard him, he glanced sideways to see the white ninja was completely distracted by the TV, watching something called MTV Classics. He vented a quiet sigh of relief before addressing the source of his problem.
You're gonna get it for that. Prowl warned, trying to push down the desire warming up his systems.
Well, why don't you come and punish me then? It was the only warning Prowl had before another flash of heat traveled through his overwarm circuits, forcing him to bite his glossa to keep the moan of pleasure that he was sure mirrored Bumblebee's from being heard by Jazz. There was no way he'd be able to control himself for much longer. Drawing in a calming intake of air, he turned to the Elite Guard, hoping his cooling fans didn't kick on as he forced himself to speak in a normal tone of voice.
"Jazz?" The white mech turned towards him, his optic ridges raised, "Can you watch the monitors a...awhile?" Prowl hated that he stammered, but his bondmate wasn't making things easy for him. Jazz didn't seem to notice it though and nodded, leaning over to the table to grab the remote. He turned off the TV before getting up to go take Prowl's place.
"Yeah, sure. Ain't much on TV anyway. Don't see what the organics find interesting about..." He trailed off when he noticed that black and gold mech was already gone. Normally, the motorcyclist would stay to chat with him or explain certain things about the organics and their customs. Shrugging, Jazz went over to the monitors and took a seat, turning on some music to keep him interested. If he'd bothered to look down the hallway, he would've seen Prowl being jumped by Bumblebee as his door slid open.
The scout's mouth covered his own, one servo flying up to stroke the thruster on his right, the other tracing feather-light circles over his side. Moaning into the kiss, Prowl backed Bumblebee into their room just enough for the door slide shut. With the yellow mech still kissing him, he moved one servo to the wall, fumbling to find the keypad as he dug his digits into the wiring on Bee's side. When his fingertips brushed against the keypad, he quickly punched in the code that would lock the door. Prowl broke away from Bumblebee as the door keyed shut, the taller mech drawing in quick intakes to cool his overheated circuits.
Bee's optics had darkened to a deep azure, an unusual small smirk in place of his normal smile. The heat radiating from the smaller mech's frame ratcheted his own arousal up higher. He didn't fail to notice the discarded subspace compartment and wheel-wells on the floor, planning to take full advantage of anything he could to make his lover overload hard. Gently digging tan digits into the exposed wiring and circuitry in Bumblebee's back, Prowl led the sub-compact over to the berth, engine purring at the low moans issuing from his vocalizer. Bumblebee arched into him, rubbing at certain points on his thrusters to draw needy whimpers from the cyberninja, loving entirely the way he could make Prowl melt under his touch.
He felt himself being pushed back onto the berth, the warm mouth latching onto his neck, glossa teasing the cables, elicting a mewl of delight. Bumblebee bucked his hips, grinding them against Prowl's own as he worked his little, yellow fingers into the gaps where Prowl's thighs attached to his pelvis. Prowl shuddered at the sensations the little bot was igniting, pressing a little harder into the integrating circuit panels before moving to stimulate well-known sensors throughout his armour. He traced his lips along Bumblebee's jawline, gradually moving to claim the little bot's mouth with his own. Bumblebee ran his glossa over Prowl's lips, the ninjabot eagerly allowing entrance, letting his own glossa duel with Bee's for dominance.
They moved against one another, writhing and arching, caressing and stroking, drawing longing moans from each other at every sensual touch. Their servos moved carefully over every inch of plating, as if rememorizing what they already knew so well, searching for every sensitive or over-receptive hot-spot they knew would garner the most pleasurable response. Quiet whimpers and moans filled the space between them as their processors clouded with rapturous static, giving themselves over to the sensations they gave the other. Through the haze of ecstasy, however, Prowl was aware of the small servos pawing at chassis in a near desperate manner. He knew exactly what Bee wanted. Surprised but not unwilling, he pulled away to look the scout in the optics.
"Are you sure?" As keen as he was to try, Prowl didn't want to do anything unless he was certain Bumblebee was ready. The yellow mech nodded, smiling.
"I want a sparkling, Prowl." He nuzzled his faceplate into into Prowl's neck, lightly mouthing the sensitive cables there, eliciting small moans from the darker mech as he continued, "And I know how bad you want to be a father. Please."
Prowl couldn't help the smile pulling at his mouth. Was he that obvious? Ever since that horrible day, beneath all the misery and depression, he could never help but wonder what it would've looked like, if would've been a mech or femme, or what it would've been like to hold it for the first time which in truth had only served to deepen the sick depression they had found themselves in. Nevertheless, he wouldn't deny that the desire to have another had been festering in his processor for awhile now, but because Bumblebee's emotional state had been such a wreck before and had only just gotten stable recently, he hadn't wanted to upset his bondmate with the suggestion.
Now that Bee had brought it up first, he felt as though a tremendous weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Leaning forward, he captured Bumblebee's lips in a soft kiss. Bumblebee returned it, sliding his hand down to remove the covering of Prowl's interface equipment. Prowl moaned into the beetle's mouth as his spike was released from its housing, easily pressurising in the yellow and black servo. Bumblebee ran his digits over the sheathing from the base to the tip, eventually trailing them down to the ninja's port. He gasped when he felt his own panel being removed and his spike extending, Prowl using the opportunity to slip his glossa past his lips. Prowl immediately pushed two digits into the minibot's port, stroking them in and out even as Bumblebee did the same.
It wasn't long before Prowl pulled his digits from Bee's port, sliding down the berth to take the smaller mech's spike into his mouth, glossa sliding along the hypersensitive sheathing while he dug into the seams of Bumblebee's inner thighs to stroke the wiring underneath. Above him, he heard Bumblebee whining and mewling in pleasure, his name mixed somewhere in between. Bumblebee's spark was pulsing frantically, servos gripping the edges of the berth hard enough to leave dents. His core temperature shot up, and he was unsure how much longer he could hold back.
Prowl kept on with his ministrations until he heard the familiar, restless moan leave Bumblebee's vocals, crawling back over the yellow mech. They lined up perfectly, pressing their spikes into one another as if they were built for each other, moaning and gasping at the familiar sensation of feeling each other so intimately. Prowl pressed as deep as he could into the minibot's port, and Bumblebee reciprocated the action, back arching to plunge deeper into the cyberninja. They caressed and stroked at sensors, their sparks begging to be free of their casings, heightening the pleasure.
Unable to hold back any longer, Prowl forced his cable through the bunched wires, shuddering when he connected to his bondmate's socket. Bumblebee cried out in ecstasy, feeling the surge of spark energy and electricity zipping through his systems. Wanting to make sure he sparked when their life forces finally joined, the yellow mech tilted his pelvis up to plug into the cyberninja, returning the same surges, enjoying the small whimpers that left his vocalizer. Arching and writhing as they sent and received the waves of energy, their chestplates split and retracted, the crystalline lights brightening the normally dim room.
They brought their chassis as close as their bodies would allow, Bumblebee's arms automatically twining around Prowl's neck. Locking their lips together, they allowed their sparks the liberty they craved, the pulsing orbs melting together, filling both mechs with an unimaginable sense of completeness. Every memory and thought from the past two orbital cycles rushed through the connection, giving each a deeper insight to just how much the sparkling's loss had hurt them. Bumblebee was shocked beyond words at the guilt and grief that still haunted Prowl, the nightmares he had mentioned and his own fears regarding the possiblity of repeat tragedy. Prowl couldn't help but marvel at just how hard his little mech had fought with inner battles to finally get to this.
Before they could dwell on these thoughts for much longer, overload swept through both mechs, feeling the warmth of transfluid spilling into the other. Bumblebee broke their kiss to cry out, optics flashing white, his port clenching tight around Prowl who was gasping silently into his neck at the instense discharge of pleasure and ecstasy tearing through his systems. The yellow mech felt an indescribable love for his mate, knowing he was the only one who would ever see him like this. As the overload ebbed away, and the two began drifting off into stasis, Bumblebee felt the tell-tale pull on his spark as it seperated from Prowl's and smiled, nuzzling into the cyberninja's neck and shuttering his optics, content and joy spreading throughtout his frame.
Primus had indeed been cruel, taking their first from them just days after their discovery of its shared existence within his chamber. With any sort of luck and hope, they would keep this one and relish in that moment they would get to lay their optics on it for the first time. Both scout and ninja, arms wrapped around each other and pressed together, fell into peaceful recharge with this thought, chestplates closing and sealing away the new, fragile life created between them.
