"Fun"...
Wheeljack jumped through the air and landed with a thud onto the berth. The thud from his metal aft hitting it reverberated through their 'private bungalow'.
"Darn Ratchet, this is comfortable!" he said as he slammed a flat palm on the thick rubber mats which were secured over the top of the berth.
"We need to get some of these," Wheeljack added a moment later as he stared at the mats with particular interest. Personally, the inventor was curious as to how the creative humans had designed such a comfortable berth. He'd never – NEVER – laid on one this nice. So, rolling off the berth, he was soon on his back, sliding under the metallic bed and looking at how it was constructed. Ratchet merely rolled his optics as his energetic mate half-way disappeared under the berth.
"You do realize what the humans sell those thick rubber mats for don't you?" the medic asked him.
"Nope, but we need to order some as soon as we get back to the Ark," came the muffled reply. Then a few 'oh that's how!" could be heard from under the berth as the mech turned his headlights on and scoped out the humans' construction methods.
Ratchet wandered around the 'mech bungalow'. Apparently, it had been one of the resort's pavilions, but they had enclosed the open area beneath the high roof with thick walls of bamboo.
"They sell those mats over the internet for use in horse trailers," Ratchet explained. His tone showed that he really didn't want to be known as a mech who defragged on mats meant for livestock to excrete on.
"I don't care; it's a fraggin' good idea if you ask me!" Wheeljack said; the sound of metal sliding over cement made the medic cringe as he watched the mech slowly wiggled his way out from under the berth, "And they didn't make it out of metal either. Its solid Oak beams under there!"
Soon, the room was filled with a ripping noise as Wheeljack started peeling the side of the rubber matting off so that he could see how they constructed the platform surface. Ratchet could only sigh in exacerbation; he knew with certainty that he'd come into their quarters one day cycle, and find a new berth constructed like this one. Once Wheeljack got a freagin' idea in his meta – there was no stopping him. So he turned back to his study of the walls of this structure. He needed to figure out how to secure it from mechs trying to catch him unaware, since he knew with certainty that that was exactly what Sideswipe was going to try to do.
"Killer! Check this out Ratchet!" Wheeljack said in renewed excitement; striding over to his distracted bond mate, he grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the side of the berth he'd uncovered, "Look, they've got a layer of one inch plywood, then a layer of this two inch rubber matting, then another layer of the plywood, topped off by two layers of the matting. Absolute genius!" he declared before he plopped himself back on top of the berth, smiling happily at Ratchet, "And it's the MOST comfortable berth you'll ever sit your tailpipes on! Come on – try it!
Glancing one more time at the open door, Ratchet debated if he should close it and lock it. Perhaps Sideswipe was going to get pictures of them bonding on this insane 'berth' and turn it into a screensaver on Teletraan One? Ok, now his thoughts were running along the lines of Red Alert's! So shaking his head slightly, he tried to put his growing paranoia to the back of his processor. He HAD decided to try and enjoy this little vacation that he hadn't paid for – hadn't he?! And here was his bond mate almost begging him to get on this berth with him…
Deciding he was going to do it, Ratchet turned to Wheeljack as a slow smile finally crossed his face. He took a step towards the berth only to suddenly stop; a though had just occurred to him. Turning back to the door, he shut it and secured it with a soft click. Only then did he walk over and sit on the berth. Wheeljack WAS right! It really was the most comfortable berth he'd ever sat his aft on. Maybe he wouldn't get mad when the 'energizer mech' built one of these.
As he relaxed, Wheeljack pulled him down to him. Unlatching his facemask, the inventor set it on the 'night stand'.
"Can you believe we even have a mech sized night stand?" he asked Ratchet. His brilliant blue optics shone brightly, his glee at the entire vacation – so apparent. Everything was so – perfect!
Forcing himself to relax a bit, Ratchet scanned the inside of the bungalow. He'd been so preoccupied with how to secure it from certain red mechs, he hadn't even bothered to observe how the humans had decorated it for them. On the rafters of the converted pavilion, were strings of small multicolored lights. The type he'd seen during what the humans called 'Christmas time'. He knew that when it got dark, the space would be filled with a rather interesting mix of soft light. On the far wall, facing the berth, was the biggest flat screen television set he'd ever laid optics on.
"And we have our own TV as well," he noted.
Wheeljack's optics followed his, "Sloggers! That screen's almost as big as Teletraan One! And it's HD! HD Ratchet!" he jumped up from the berth in glee, going over to the flatscreen where he stared at it in awe.
"You know, it'd be more interesting if you turned the fraggin' thing on," Ratchet chuckled. He grabbed one of the thick rubber mats which had been rolled up and secured with tie down straps. Figuring the resort meant them to be 'mech pillows', he stuffed it behind his head and shoulders, propping himself up so that he could view the TV easily.
"You've got a point," Wheeljack said as he turned back towards the berth. That's when he noticed Ratchet using a 'pillow' to prop himself up with.
"Primus! That's what those are for!?" the inventor exclaimed. He'd been trying to figure out what those rolled up rubber mats were intended for.
Ratchet shrugged, "I think so."
The medic then smiled as his gleeful mate slid back onto the berth next to him, grabbed the other 'pillow' and settled himself. He was beginning to think that perhaps it was worth any embarrassment that Sideswipe had in store for him – to see Wheeljack this happy. Grabbing the remote, he handed it to his mate and just enjoyed watching him as he cheerfully flipped through the channels...
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"Hey, Thundercracker, looks like one down there! Going up the mountain pass," Skywarp radioed.
Scanning with radar, Thundercracker studied the small yellow car going up the highway. There were few cars on the roads in this region, so if it was an Autobot, he didn't think they'd be bothered by anyone.
"You wanna have some fun?" he snickered.
"You know it," his wing mate snickered back. By his tone, he was thinking along the very same lines.
"I'll jam their radio," the blue Seeker said.
"And I'll teleport down and kick the slogger off the road," Skywarp finished his thought.
--
The human was drifting off to sleep; the soft whine of Bumblebee's tires on the pavement seemed almost a lullaby. Waking himself with a start, he jerked upright.
"Ah, go back to your nap, I'm cool," Bee's voice told him.
Smiling, Spike leaned the seat all the way back, "Man, you're a cool friend to have Bumblebee," he said in a sleepy voice. He'd been forced to wake up early every day this week, and it had just about killed the teen. Knowing that he'd be up half the night hanging out with Daniel, he needed to take a nap – that's for sure. Closing his eyes again, he'd almost drifted off to sleep when…
Suddenly, the car jerked hard to the right and then the feeling of plummeting over the side of the fifty foot drop-off! Spike's eyes flew open in shock as he flung his hands above his head and braced himself against the ceiling.
"What's going on Bee?!" he screamed.
"Decept – Decepticons! They've knocked us …. We're going to…." He didn't finish his statement as he hit the ground below and began to flip down the mountainside. The mech didn't know if he'd survive, but he prayed feverishly that his human friend would. He was stuck in this mode until Spike could get out...
Stuck and totally helpless…
Finally, they stopped at the bottom with a sickening crunch, "You ok Spike?" Bumblebee asked weakly.
Spike groaned, he was battered and bruised. His head hurt like hell, but, at least, the seatbelt had saved him from any serious injuries. He knew he had to get out, though. Bumblebee needed to transform so he could protect them.
Unlatching his seatbelt, Spike tried to open the door, but it was jammed. That seemed the least of their problems when they both heard the sound of sadistic laughter; the Seekers were sliding down after them!
"You've got to get out Spike! I can't transform!" Bumblebee shrieked.
Spike nodded and tried all the doors; they were all jammed. Hating himself for having to do it, he grabbed his hammer and smashed one of Bumblebee's side windows. Kicking out the rest of the glass, he wiggled out and fell on the ground into a collection of glass and dirt.
Just as Bumblebee was transforming, Skywarp appeared. Bending down, he swiftly captured the battered boy in his hand. Lifting him up to his optic level, he snickered evilly, "Well, well Autobot. Looks like you've got a decision to make. Do you save yourself – or save your little pet?"
Bumblebee looked up at the tall Seeker with his gun out and pointed at him, "Spike!" he said in a dread-filled voice as he saw his friend held tightly in the purple Seeker's grasp.
"Don't worry about me! Save yourself!" Spike yelled. Hitting the fingers that surrounded him; he fought as best he could. But it was a wasted effort, for Skywarp felt nothing but an annoying tingle from his punches.
"Drop your weapon Autobot," Skywarp growled.
"And if you cooperate, it'll go faster," Thundercracker cackled as he landed on the other side of Bumblebee. His optics roved over the smaller mech's chassis, making it obvious as to what 'it' was going to be.
"Don't, it'll make it more fun!" Skywarp cackled. His red optics gleamed like fire as he anticipated a 'fun' rape.
Spike looked from Seeker-to-Seeker in horror, even as his yellow mech friend dropped his weapon.
"No Bumblebee! Run! Get out of here!" he screamed. He'd rather die than have to watch his cheerful young friend raped! Pounding on Skywarp's fingers, tears began to stream down his face, "Leave him alone – he's only a youngling! You sick bastards!"
Bumblebee looked up at Spike, the terror bright in his blue optics. Even as Thundercracker forced him to bend over a large boulder, forcing his mouth open… Forcing him to…
Spike couldn't bear to keep watching. Clamping his eyes shut, waves of nausea went over him as he heard Thundercracker joke about what a good job Bee was doing with his glossa. Skywarp merely snickering that he couldn't wait for his turn. Soon, the smack of metal-on-metal started as they started to beat Bumblebee for fun. Even as they forced him to pleasure them…
"I think it's time for this Autobot to have a little lovin'," Thundercracker's voice cut through Spike's sobs. Spike shook his head from side to side as he continued pounding on Skywarp's fingers. His fists and arms so bruised by his continual pounding on the metal skin – which they were already turning blue with bruising, but Spike didn't stop… That was his best friend they were doing this too; his best friend. This was a nightmare! This couldn't be happening.
Before long, he heard Bumblebee's muffled scream and couldn't help but to open his eyes. The tears streaked as heavily down his cheeks as they were down his mech friend's cheeks. Blue optics locked with human eyes, both knowing that the other felt the same terror … Horror… The Seekers hadn't raped him yet, they'd ripped his protective armor off … Thundercracker was slamming his fist… Bile quickly filled Spike's throat as he felt a sharp pain in his own groin in response to what he was being forced to watch … Energon began to pool on the rocky ground… Bumblebee's energon … It didn't take long before Spike threw up his lunch; all he could do now was pray … pray that someone would come… come before…
--
"How long did they leave before us?" Bluestreak asked Daniel.
"Um, about an hour-and-a-half," Daniel answered as he took another sip of his Dr Pepper.
Bluestreak calculated it. He knew the yellow mech tended to drive slightly below the posted speed limit, so if he went – oh – about thirty or forty above it, he should catch up to him about forty miles past the mountain pass.
"You wanna have some fun and catch up?" he asked Daniel.
Daniel's eyes got big.
"Won't the cops catch us and throw us in jail?" he asked. Granted, he was in the passenger seat – but going that fast – he'd still get in big trouble.
"Nah, I know most of them around here – they're cool as long as there's no one else on the road," Bluestreak chuckled.
Tightening up his seatbelt, Daniel tried to relax, "You sure?" he asked the mech. Granted, if anyone could talk their way outt've a ticket – it was Blue.
"Yep, trust me!" Bluestreak chuckled and, with that, he floored it. Hitting one-hundred-and-ten in the blink of an optic!