Truth
Bumblebee shook, scrambled across his berth room floor and even gripping a lot of items tightly and tried to think of something else other then the 'other' he can feel pumping through him. Coolant tears fell down his grey face-plate. He saw the images that flashed in his helm – memories of the dark lord and he gripped his helm and screamed for it to stop. The pain the truth of everything; Bumblebee sobbed when it temporary stopped. He then looked at his reflection to see his optics a Psychedelic purple as the protoform glowed the color.
His own helm whipped to the door when it opened to show the ninja-bot who seemed to pause. "Bumblebee…"
"Don't say anything!" Bumblebee suddenly shouted before he stood up – "How could you!?" Prowl was taken back by the outburst. He opened his mouth before the mini-bot attacked him, the two rolled around before Bumblebee came out on top and his servos squeezing against the ninja-bot throat cables. "How could you! How could you kill them?! How could you kill those younglings!?" he shouted only to be pulled off of Prowl by Optimus.
"What has gotten into you?!" the red and blue prime asked the struggling mechling only to get elbowed in the face-plate.
"Stay away from me!" Bumblebee shouted before he scrambled and transformed into his alt-mode and quickly screeched out of the building with the other comrades shouting from behind him. Prowl quickly chased after the mini-bot; the mini-bot managed to lose the motorcycle in traffic and the mech transformed and cursed before he continued looking for spots the youngling must have went.
O.O
Bumblebee heaved as he stumbled into an abandoned building and fell in the center of it, withering in pain. His vocalize clicking for his own creators to stop the pain but knew it was pointless. The mini-bot felt coolant tears run down his grey cheek plate as he laid on the ground when the pained memories arose again. His optics the same color purple from before. Then his spark seemed to relax and tug to some direction and his own frame shivered when a presence so similar was near him before he was touched.
The mini-bot flinched before he activated his stingers and turned to attack the stranger only for large servos to pin them down onto the concrete ground. Psychedelic optics stared into royal purple and the youngling started to curse in his own native glossa. The larger mech just allowed the mechling to rant and tire him out before large servo's messaged platting, feeling the tense wires underneath.
"Why?" the mini-bot mumbled quietly as the larger mech looked down at him, the optics held worry and sympathy. "Why me? Why did…why did it have to be me?" Bumblebee asked as he started sobbing only to be hushed by the older mech.
"Shush Bumblebee, there is one last wave you have to go through before your fully connected to Unicron." These words made the mini-bot hiccupped. He then felt something connect to the slot behind his neck and felt the larger older mech above him in his processor. The mini-bot shivered and tensed up as he waited for pain on to see images flashing in his helm for pleasure – mechs and femme's interfacing.
Bumblebee optics shot open as the effects started to warm his frame and a dark red blush covered his metallic cheeks. Bumblebee opened his mouth only for the larger mech to silence him with a kiss and the large servo rubbing against his cod-piece. When he separated he kissed the neck cables and whispered to the youngling to relax as the images once again reappeared into his helm.
The mini-bot spinal strut arched when his cod piece was removed and digits entered his moisten valve. Neon hot pink lubricant allowed passed his sensitive rim; the sounds of moans were light and he attempted to cover his mouth plating and ignore the feeling.
"No." the other said and moved his servo's away and pinned them above the helm. "Don't be ashamed by the sounds – allow yourself to be free." Bumblebee optics offline and he closed the shutters only for him to see the vivid images more clearly as the 'con above him increased his pleasure.
O.O
Prowl cursed as he looked around to find the mini-bot – he was even afraid that the 'cons have recaptured him and did something sick and twisted to put him in this type of mind state. Not only did Unicron returned but so did Megatron-or well Galvatron. The motorcycle was ready to give up until his audio receptors caught the sound of moaning and when he went towards it he froze to the spot and swore he heard Unicron told him to join in. In front of him was a large dark grey mech with spikes and royal purple optics, moving his hips against his comrade – Bumblebee.
The mini-bot wasn't even fighting much less seem to be in any pain upon taking the larger framed mech above him. The sight made him horrified and aroused at the same time – you could say horoused. Bumblebee moans became louder before her rolled to his stomach and the larger mech lifted his hips and continued his mist intrusion. Incoherent sentences escaped from Bumblebee's mouth platting from mumbling, screaming and moaning before one word was clear from him. 'More.'
Prowl tanks churned and his intakes hitched as he watched the mini-bot violently overloaded. The pink lubricant managing to spray a little onto the larger mech codpiece as more crawled down the mini-bot's thighs. Bumblebee then laid there, slowly slipping into recharge as Galvatron removed himself from the mini-bot.
"I hoped you enjoyed the show? Because it will be the last time you will ever see him." Galvatron said before his platting covered. Prowl then quickly ran before he was quickly thrown back into the wall. The larger 'con picked up the mini-bot before he lifted off into the air before the motorcycle shouted at the fleeing mechs before a heavy sadness and guilt filled his very being.
He will never see him again.
