Disclaimers - All characters are over 18.
Transformers aren't mine.
Thanks - to my wonderful beta that helped me EnglishEnigma.

Come Tomorrow 10

Almost A Year Ago -

Prime is lying on the bed ... sheets entwined between his legs as he's caressing Bumblebee's head as it rests on his strong chest. Bee shifts slightly, his hand moving to rest under his leader's chin. Prime gently puts a finger under Bee's chin raising his face toward his to kiss him.

Bee is slightly heavy on his chest and he thinks that it would be better to just make him lift up and lie on the mattress but he seems unable to bring himself to do that. He just ... just wants to keep him pressed tight against him, to just remain in contact ... physical contact with him. And if he thinks of what happened not half an hour ago ... he just had Bee ... his Bee under him writhing and panting as he was fucking him ... fingers spread wide over his chest and mouth open ... with his tongue, his pink, fruity tongue licking his lips ... wet with saliva and sparkling arctic eyes staring at him, piercing through his system as he fucked him, as he took advantage of him because ... because it's really simple to just fuck him when he's stoned and so drugged that he can't even speak a word right.

Prime sighs while pulling the covers up like he's wanting to hide the shame that he's feeling right now ... he didn't want to force Bee into anything, he keeps saying over and over inside his head, and it's going nowhere. He can't justify what he did to Bee even if Bee will not remember what they had done, what he did to him. And then ... then he finds himself thinking about Sam, that human that seems able to change Bee's life, and Prime knows what is happening between them ... what happened. They love each other and even if, for Prime, it's something impossible because Bee is a giant alien robot and Sam a human he ... he has to admit that he envies his yellow friend because he was able to get used to this new home of theirs and found someone who cared and loved him for what he was ... for who he is.

Bumblebee is special, like he's gifted with something uncatchable ... you can just stare at it ... someething shining and bright that you want to touch, to reach and he can't blame Sam for having fallen in love with him. Bumblebee is just impossible not to love and his holo - form is quite interesting, he observes gazing down at him ... dirty blond hair and strong jaw that he spent minutes and mitutes kissing and biting ... and Prime just closes his eyes as a strange sensation washes over him bringing memories with it ... kisses, lazy and wet kisses, as he teased Bee's opening ... fingers pushing inside, wet velevet heat ... clenching muscles as he worked his fingers. His breath was rapid and humid against his neck and his body was demanding relase ... was demanding to get closer to him, to Bee, and Prime's system was wrapped in a blurry and foggy sensation that would not let him go ... that would whisper more and more ... take more from him, just let yourself go and enjoy the ride.

He loved every damned second of their love making ... Bee's tiny gasps that would send shivers through his whole body ... his fingers searching for something to hold, and scratching nails ... his hips driving his little robot insane, his cock buried deep inside him and, oh god, it was perfect ... just perfect, and he allowed himself to sink further into that heat ... to just let eveything be fucked up and take what the boy had to offer. Want him ... want him in a way that he couldn't even image and he knew ... he knew in the precise moment that he submitted to his orgasm that everything would be different ... his vision of Bee would be different ... he leaned down to capture a kiss and Bee kissed him back ... asked for more, no begged for more, again ... again, fuck me again, Prime. His voice was so intense and needy and Prime just shushed his own scream of pleasure against the pillow ... as he seemed unable to stop and slow down his pushes ... he wanted to devour him ... to just devour him and this kind of mating was so intense and different from their way of making love ... their spark - sex that he was accustomed to.

Prime just couldn't resist anymore and he let the boy kiss him ... long, deep kiss as his hands were cupping both Bee's ass cheeks and his cock was still buried inside him ... and no ... no he never thought of having Bee sprawled under him, naked and fucked with staining cum on his stomach. He caressed the boy's head as Bee tore his mouth from his and went down ... slid down to lick his nipples, all his doubts ghosts that he scared away as he kissed each inch of skin sliding down to rim the boy ... lick his opening, slowly driving him insane with want and desire. His name on those puffy, red lips was the most erotic sound that he ever heard ... spread thighs as he tongue fucked him ... please, Prime. More, yeah, more. Oh no ... yeah, Prime ... love ... love you, and his antennae bristled up ... yeah, he heard that well... that 'I love you' ... tiny whispered words that for humans mean so much ... love you ... I love you, and Prime slid up kissing him intensily not wanting to let him go ... be mine, be mine ... mine, and he licked Bee's neck while whispering in his own ancient language that he loved him too ... and in the back of his mind he was thinking that maybe Bee wasn't competly gone, stoned and that 'I love you' was true and meant something.

Bee moaned as Prime caressed his cock and then turned him on his stomach and his smile widened more when he heard his Leader whisper hotly inside his ear that he was just beautiful and perfect ... that he wanted to just have more and more ... and he thought that he never saw his Leader lose his control ... never.

"Promise me, Bumblebee, that you'll never turn your back on us," Prime found himself asking and he didn't know where that question was coming from ... he suddenly felt vulnerable and naked ... and maybe it was Bee's fault or what they were doing that made him so fragile.

"You own me," Bee replied as his fingers were holding the sheets tight... as Prime was driving inside him again and again.

Prime hissed something in his own language and closed his eyes while letting that word ... that tiny word, own, sink into his system and he knew that Bee would always be his soft spot ... his, only his.

That night as he walked outside, cold desert wind welcomed him ... clear and starry night, and Ratchet was there outside with a strange expression painted on his face and Prime sensed that he was only waiting for a motive, for a word ... to just open his mouth and throw what he was thinking ... he loved Prime ... he loved his Leader and he knew what Prime had done ... what he did with Bee.

Prime just walked past him without a word flying from his mouth and he could feel Ratchet's eyes burning two holes into his back; demanding eyes that wanted to know where his place was now ... after ... after he fucked Bee.

"Talk to me!" he found the courage to yell as his Leader was walking away.

Prime stopped. Turning he stared for a long moment at him ... he just remained in silence staring at him as if his eyes could talk more than his mouth. Then he took a breath and said, "I don't want to let him go."

"It was our plan!" Ratchet cried out. "And I love you," he then added not daring to make a move and reach for his lover.

"Maybe ... maybe we should-"

"No!" Ratchet yelled angrily. "We need him to do what we planned ... I spent fucking months working on this experiment and I'm not giving up on it."

"So ... so send him home," Prime told him coldness taking over his voice even if ... if inside he was shaking with the effort to not fuck everything up and keep Bee for himself.

"I love you!" Ratchet repeated ... struggling to make him understand that he couldn't ... shouldn't avoid the fact that the two were lovers. "He's not right ... he's worthless," he cried out.

"Look at me, Prime," he yelled and he wasn't giving a fuck that Prime was his Leader and he should have more respect toward him ... above all, Prime was his ... his lover.

Prime sighed. "Nobody can really catch him," he whispered. "Not even you."

"He's my experiment," Ratchet insisted.

"He's not your experiment ... he's just Bumblebee and maybe we pushed this madness too far," Prime found himself hissing menacingly. "Maybe we shouldn't send him home."

Ratchet snorted while shaking his head. "I'm not throwing away months and months of research and studies only becase you want to mate with him a little more!" he remained waiting for his Leader to react and say something, to yell that he was being insubordinate but ... instead Prime just walked back inside the trailer ... back to Bee.

And Ratchet yelled out his agony thinking that maybe Prime was right ... they shouldn't have messed with Bee's system and ... and what they were asking for was too much ... but Prime had just disappeared inside that fucking trailer again and he knew that he would fuck Bee again ... he was jealous he thought, jealous of him, he loved Prime and he couldn't believe that Prime loved Bee instead.

Next morning as Prime was busy with Ironhide he drags Bee outside the base camp and tells him that he can go back to Sam ... Bee doubfully asks to talk with Prime but Ratchet just convinces him to go before his Leader can rethink and made him stay there. Prime doesn't ask where Bee is that night but his blue optics burn holes in him ... cold holes that Ratchet knows won't fill up.

Today -

"It wasn't easy."

Prime sighs turning toward Ironhide. "No ... I miss him."

"Maybe ... maybe it would be more simple if you tell him the truth," Ironhide points out going to sit near his friend.

"It's heavy and what we did isn't right ... we didn't have any right to do that," Prime says staring at the trembling horizon.

"You were searching for an escape," Ironhide tries to help. "He will understand and, eventually, forgive you."

"I was selfish and-"

"No, Prime, you were scared and in search of a solution," Ironhide rushes to say.

"But I probably started a war," Prime hisses standing up. "Sam is carrying something precious for both the factions ... Decepticons are coming in only a matter of time and they will try to take what Sam is carrying."

"Honestly, I'm more concerned about Bee ... you know why," Ironhide tells him. "His dark side ... I ... I fear that they will find out."

"You see, I started something that I can't control anymore ... I was-"

"Prime, don't blame yourself. As I told you before, you were only trying to find a way to survive," Ironhide barkes out. "I trust in Bumblebee. He knows what to do. He's a smart boy." Prime nods in silence. "And he loves you ... he will not betray you."

"But what I did to him-"

"He will ... he will eventually understand Prime!" Ironhide tells him. "Believe me ... eh. Eh, maybe you don't know how many resources he has." Prime stares at him. "Find and talk to him," Ironhide continues. "Maybe it's the right time to let him know everything."

"He will choose which faction he truly wants to be," Prime nods. "We owe him that, eh Ironhide?"

"Yes, Prime."

Almost A Year Ago -

"Fuck you!" Bee yells. "Don't touch me."

Prime just stares at him ... rage dripping from each pore of his lover. "Look at me, Bumblebee," he orderes softly not trying to reach for the blond boy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Bee yells like a furious beast. "Stay away from me ... do ... don't mess with meee."

"Bumblebee ... Bee, just stay calm. Nodoby will harm you," Prime tells him. "Please, look at me, Bee."

Bee remains with his back flat against the wall while panting, his eyes dark and searching Prime's. "What do you want?"

Prime remains in silence and he walks toward him ... his body pressing against Bee's and Bee just remains still. "You are an Autobot, Bee," he whispers while caressing the damp hair of the boy. "Don't listen to those voices ... they can't have a hold on you. I will not allow that, Bee."

"It's cold," Bee whispers, hot wet air against his throat. "Just empty."

"Don't look at that ... stay with me, please," he demands holding one of his hands and then he kisses him and Bee lets him have his way with him.

"What happened?" he asks feebly.

"You are the future, Bee," Prime tells him and Bee just tenses.

"Ratchet keeps saying that over and over. I ... I don't even know who I am," Bee cries out as his arms circles Prime's neck. "Who are you?"

"You know who I am," Prime replies lifting him up and carrying him toward the bed.

"Then ... then what do you want from me?" Bee asks again his eyes never leaving Prime's.

"I only want you," Prime finds himself replying and he just wants to submit to his wants and cravings and he knows that he should restrain himself, that his true nature is not this ... he's not this, but Bee is like a black hole swallowing everything that comes in contact with him ... is something deep and impossible to describe and Prime finds himself wanting, craving for his duality ... for Bee's double nature ... how deep? How deep can he get, he wonders while pressing his heavy body on Bee's little one and he knows ... he knows that each kiss and touch will drive him more insane ... but this it's Bee that is pulverizing all the strength that he had left ... the willpower that he has always had.

"I love you," he finds himself whispering, "and I want you."

"So have me ... have me," Bee hisses as he scratches his Autobot symbol resting on his pelvic area ... a burning sensation, stinging and reminding that they want him ... they will want what he will be able to produce for them.