The King and the Bee
Chapter nine: Lockdown
Authors Note: I am now writing that Bumblebee is a Decepticon, since he basically got kicked out by the Autobots anyways…and he's sorta "dead". ^^;
Warning: This chapter contains sexual themes. You've been warned.
The room had gone silent.
Bumblebee was the first to speak, "A femme? Really?"
Panther nodded, "Congratulations. Femmes are rare, especially at these times," she beamed, "you guys should be happy!"
Megatron smiled. He wasn't in the least suspecting that the sparkling would be a femme. But, a femme was absolutely better than nothing, and he didn't mind. "Thank you for your help, Panther."
"No problem," she said and looked at Bumblebee, who was still laying on the medical berth. "And Bumblebee, make sure you eat plenty of energon and stay out of battle unless absolutely necessary. Also, come and check with me if you don't feel right, or you are having weird behavior."
Bumblebee blinked, "What would be considered…'weird behavior'?"
"Well," she started, "for instance, an almost certain symptom is vomiting, slight changes in your mood, and for being a breeder-male that you are…you may become flirty, frisky, and you may even feel as if you're drunk at some moments, but they pass rather quickly."
This time, Megatron spoke, "So then what of interface?"
Panther blushed, almost as if not wanting to talk about it. "You can interface, since it is so early in the stage, but you can't after the first month, or you may harm the sparkling with the excited spark."
Both of the Decepticons nodded. Bumblebee knew the hint Megatron was giving him, even if it was invisible, he knew what Megatron wanted. His spark raced. Having a little femme-con running around was a fun idea. Who would she resemble more? What personality would she have?
"Anymore questions, Bumblebee?" asked Panther, sending Bumblebee out of his thoughts.
The breeder-male shook his head, "No, I don't. Thanks a lot, Panther."
She smiled sweetly, "No problem whatsoever. You two have a good night."
Megatron helped Bumblebee up off the berth and to his feet. They both gave their thanks to the techno-organic medic and retired from the Med Bay. Once out of the doors, Megatron swept the little con off of his feet, carrying him bridal style to their quarters. Megatron punched in the access code with one servo and entered his quarters. When the door slid close and locked itself, he sat Bumblebee down on the edge of the bed. The larger Decepticon kneeled down so he was optic-to-optic with his mate.
He smirked. "This was…unsuspecting, wasn't it, my little bee?"
Bumblebee nodded, "I didn't even think about it…it didn't even cross my processor."
"Well," soothed Megatron, tracing a claw lightly over Bumblebee's abdomen, "our little surprise will have a great future, won't she?"
Bumblebee laid his chin on Megatron's helmet, "What are we going to call her?"
Megatron shrugged lightly, "It's a little early to decide, isn't it?" he said it with a smile, though.
"Well, we can come up with one. I want to call her something besides our little surprise," replied Bumblebee.
"Hmm," started Megatron, his eyes on his mate's abdomen, slowly gazing towards his pelvic plating. "Do you know much of Earth animal species identification?"
Bumblebee nodded.
"Name me the first bird that comes to your mind."
Bumblebee thought for a moment. He remembered Sari saying something of a robin, a pretty, scarlet colored bird. Suddenly, the idea hit him. "Robyn," he said. It was a pretty name and not a bad one in the slightest. Both mechs smiled.
"Then let us call her Robyn," grinned Megatron as he planted a kiss on Bumblebee's lips, then his chin. His kisses wandered down his neck, down his chest plating and to his abdomen, where he kissed softly, a smile on his lips as he did so. Bumblebee closed his optic, lightly tracing his thumb on his mate's helm. Megatron then brought his head up and he sat on his knees, looking at his smaller other. "Bumblebee, since we do not exactly know when the sparkling will be born, and we only have a human month until she becomes more noticeable, I would like to interface, one more time." He put his servos on Bumblebee's hips, "Would you let me?"
Bumblebee smiled a very soft smile. Yes, Panther said it was okay, so he didn't have to worry, right?
Putting his own servos on either side of Megatron's pelvic armor was Megatron's hint that Bumblebee would let him. Grinning, he nuzzled the small cons' neck, playfully nipping at the sensitive wires. The breeder-male let his servos wander to Megatron's locks on his pelvic armor. After fiddling with them a moment, and enjoying the attention from his mate, he unlocked them, letting the plating fall and clang to the ground. Megatron then planted kisses onto Bumblebee's lips, easing him gently into the berth until he was on his back. He felt his own clips being fiddled with and unlocked. The large Decepticon blindly took the plating off and tossed it to the ground.
Megatron, ready to mate, spread Bumblebee's legs, and gently eased himself inside the younger con. Bumblebee moaned, crossing his legs behind his mates' back, trying to close the distance between the two.
And he let Megatron continue working his lustful work.
Prowl had locked himself in his room, sitting high in his tree, his knees hugged to his chest and his head buried in his knees. He couldn't believe what he had done. Even if Bumblebee had betrayed the Autobots by mating with a Decepticon, Bumblebee was his friend. He should have let him explain himself, but anger ravaged Prowl's usual gentle spark, and ripped the little bots' right out. Once all the Autobots had came to the scene, Sari had screamed and began to cry, Bulkhead not saying a word, just looking…sad. Ratchet had forced Prowl to explain himself while Optimus just shook his head.
He was so young, and Prowl had destroyed him. How could he?
He sighed and off-lined his visor. He didn't have to kill Bumblebee, so why did he? Was it because Prowl was hurt, felt betrayed, or…
Jealous?
Jealous because he himself didn't have a sparkmate?
To tell the truth, Prowl had always liked Bumblebee more than a friend. He had always thought Bumblebee was the one for him, but apparently, he wasn't. Prowl wouldn't have destroyed him if he thought he loved him more than anything. Mech and Mech relationships were unheard of on Cybertron, and you were considered an outcast if you had a same sex relationship. But they weren't on Cybertron, so it couldn't affect them.
So why didn't he make a move then?
If he would have just said something, Bumblebee wouldn't be dead, nor hadn't been in the clutches of Megatron.
He'd treated him so wrong, and now he regretted it.
A single energon-blue tear rolled down the side of his cheek.
Yokitron would not have approved.
Bumblebee snuggled up to his mates' chest, embracing the coolness on his faceplate, his optics closed and a small smile on his lips. Megatron traced a thumb on the younger cons back, letting the rhythm of Bumblebee's humming spark calm his own. The idea of a little princess running around the base was a funny idea. He couldn't wait for her to be born, mostly because he desperately wanted to know who'd she resemble more. Maybe she'd be a flyer like him, but spunky, quick, and attractive like Bumblebee. Maybe Robyn would look like Bumblebee, but grow to be a great leader, like Megatron. Or she could be in between, being shy, but she'd stand up for her beliefs and what she wanted or whom she liked. There were endless possibilities to who she'd become. Megatron did know, however, that she would be respected and adored by all the cons in this base. Maybe not from across the stars and other planets, but someone would always love her here. No matter the cost.
The large mech sighed, hugging Bumblebee closer to his chest. He loved this little mech too much already, but he didn't care because he knew he liked him just as much.
A smile drew itself on his lips as he offlined his optics.
This was the beginning of an all-new adventure. Without the Autobots.
Suddenly, an alarm went off, causing both mechs to jump out of surprise.
Megatron brought a finger to the side of his helmet, making a call.
"Blitzwing! Report!" he hissed into the comm. link.
"Vhe 'ave a vistor, Megatron," replied Blitzwing back in his 'Icy' tone. It then changed to 'Random': "He looks a little CRAZY! He'z got a bunch of vacky armor and a black zand vhite vace!"
"Do you know his designation?"
"Noooope! He just started bangin' on ze door, vanting to zpeak to jou! It's kind a vrude, no? It's midnight! Vhy vould zomevone-"
"Blitzwing," Megatron hissed, wanting the annoying voice of 'Random' to stop. "I'll come and see what the problem is."
"Ookie dookie, Megatron!"
Megatron growled, turning off the comm. link. "That bot irritates me."
"You've got to admit," Bumblebee chuckled, "he can be funny."
Megatron didn't comment and helped Bumblebee out of the berth. The two then walked down the hall and to the main entrance, where Blitzwing, Lugnut, and Panther stood, waiting instruction. Megatron walked past his teammates and Bumblebee, not knowing what to do, went and stood next to Panther.
Megatron opened the door, revealing a hunched, tall mech with a white face with black markings. He grinned when Megatron opened the door.
"Hello, Megatron. Long time, we haven't talked face-to-face in quite some time," grinned Lockdown.
Megatron didn't change his straight face, "What are you here for, Lockdown?"
"I'm just passing through, is all. Have any good bounties you want me to hunt for?"
Megatron shook his head. "No, not at the moment. I have business to attend to, so we can talk later."
The bounty hunter rose an optic ridge, looking over Megatron's shoulder.
"What's that little stinger doin' here?" asked Lockdown, curious. "That little pest is an Autobot."
Blitzwing switched to his 'Random' face and started to cackle like a hyena, and a little smile played on Panther's lips. Apparently, Lockdown knew not of Megatron's…feelings towards the little 'pest'.
Megatron kept his cool as best as he could, "He's on the Decepticon faction as of now."
"Hmm," murmured a suspicious Lockdown, "Fine. You win. We can talk business some other time."
Megatron nodded, and slid the door close.
Prowl's comm. link suddenly began to beep.
Half-heartedly, Prowl put a digit to his temple, "Prowl."
"Hey, beautiful. You'll never guess what I've just found out."
Authors Note: Oooooh. Lockdown; it means trouble! And the name of the little femme has been revealed! Thank you to the few that had messaged me their ideas on what she'd look like it ^^ you two know who you are. Thanks for all the great reviews!
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