Transformers Prime belongs to Hasbro.

First off, haiii my lovelies. I've taken a major break from writing due to some major family crisis here in the Death Star I call my home. It's been very hard these last few months but I'm slowly getting back into things and working on improving my mood as I was encouraged to do small activities or hobbies I like that will better my overall self. Although I can't promise I'll be as active as I was before, I won't stop with my stories and fluff art because that's something that not even my mopiness of doom can take away from me. :)

And now...Birthday story for my sweet bestie KatLovesTF. Hope u like! Nothin but fluffy sibling fluff ahead! Oh and Happy Halloween everyone!!

Kids Together

In the training hall, the two Autobot younglings, Bumblebee and Smokescreen, were currently engaged in a playful wrestle. They were supposed to be working on a training exercise with each other, but they quickly got bored and instead decided to mess around a bit.

The two Autobot younglings kept playfully wrestling with each other, like playful wolf pups, trying to pin one another down. Their loud child-like giggles were echoing through the training hall as they rolled around the floor while pouncing on each other.

A couple of times, Smokescreen let Bee pin him down just to make his little Autobot brother happy. Even though the two Bots weren't related, they shared a close sibling-like bond so Bee considered Smokey as his older brother, and Smokey considered Bee as his little brother.

"I got you, Smokey!" Bee giggled as he managed to pin Smokescreen down for the fifth time.

Smokey just playfully rolled his optics. "Well yeah, 'cause I was going easy on you. I knew it'd be too hard for you to stop me if I just went all out."

The little scout buzzed angrily in offense. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's just...you know...you're still so little. And it wouldn't be fair if a little Bot like you had to go up against an older Bot like me."

"Excuse me...little?!"

"Oh...I meant young Bot."

"Same thing!"

"Bee, what are you bugging about?"

Instead of answering, Bumblebee just lunged and tackled Smokescreen to the floor. Smokescreen tried to get up and push Bee off of him, but the scout clung to him and attempted to flip him over.

But to the little scout's surprise, he actually had trouble trying to flip Smokey over. He kept trying again and again, pushing and grunting.

"Having trouble there?" Smokescreen asked with a teasing smirk as he heard Bee buzz in struggling frustration.

"Shut up, Smokey!" Bee snapped back. "You'll see! You're gonna eat those words right after I do...this!"

Smokescreen just smirked as his little Autobot brother was trying to flip him over again. Then, to playfully anger him a little more, he let out an over exaggerated yawn and pretended to fall asleep.

"Smokescreen!" Bee whined, giving a shove to the older Bot's shoulder. "Stop being mean!"

"What? I'm not being mean. You're just acting like a child."

"I am not!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Are too~" Smokey sang as he booped where Bee's nose would be.

The scout buzzed angrily, lowering his door wings. He turned away, crossing his arms and pouting. "You're such a meanie!"

"Aw c'mon little bro, you know I was just teasing." Smokescreen tried to hug Bee, but the stubborn younger Bot shrugged him off with a "hmph!"

"C'mon, I just wanna hug."

"No! Don't touch me, you jerk!"

Smokescreen raised an optic ridge. "Oh so I'm a jerk now, huh?"

"Eep!" Bumblebee squeaked as he lifted off the ground. He kicked his legs like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "Nooo! Put me down!"

"No way! This is what you get for calling me names! But you know what? I can't stay mad at you, Bee Bee. You're just too cute!" Smokey buried his face against Bee's neck and nuzzled.

Bee's current sour mood instantly shifted. His lip plates quivered into a wobbly smile against his own will. He scrunched up his shoulder when the soft nuzzles wouldn't stop. "S-Smokey! Heeheeheehee! Quit ihihihit! L-Let me gohohoho!"

"Oh? And why should I?" Smokey asked in a teasy whispering tone. He quickly shifted to nuzzling the other side of the scout's neck—his right side—which Smokey noted was more sensitive than the left.

"Eeeek! Nooo!" Bumblebee squealed and kicked more frantically.

"Are you going to apologize for calling me a jerk?"

"Ehehehehe! Nohohoho!"

Smokescreen's smirk grew. He loved how stubborn his little brother could be whenever they played. It just gave him a more better reason to keep tickling him to pieces.

"Alright, but you asked for it!" Smokey decided to crank it up a bit. He switched from nuzzling to playful nibbles, his mouth brushing every inch of sensitive wiring.

"Eeeeeeheeheeheehee! Smokeeeey! Stahahahahap! T-That's even wohohohorse!" Bee frantically shook his helm from side to side, as if that would dislodge the tickly nibbles to his too sensitive neck.

"Really?" Smokey asked, faking surprise. "'Cause I thought you said this was worse."And with that said, Smokescreen took a quick breath and blew a playful raspberry against the sensitive neck.

The poor little scout screeched. "EEEEEEEK! HEHEHEHAAAAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHO! SMOKEHEEHEEHEEY! Y-You know I can't stand that!"

"Riiiight. That's right, I forgot." The evil Wrecker paused for his next attack. "Because your right side is what breaks you! C'mere! PFFFFBBBBBTT!"

"EEEYAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! STAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAP! STAHAHAHAP Y-YOU MEANIE!"

"I'll stop after you say you're sorry for calling me such hurtful names," Smokescreen said over his little bro's shrieks.

"AAAAHH! N-NEHEHEHVER! HAHAHAHA NEVER!" Bee shrieked defiantly through cackles.

Smokescreen shrugged. "Fine with me. Your funeral." He ceased his tickle attack for a moment to place Bee on the floor laying on his stomach. Once he sat on top of his squirming little brother, he attacked the defenseless doorwings in front of them.

Poor Bee lost it. "AAAAHH! NAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! SMOKEY NAHAHAHAHAHO! N-NOT MY WIHIHIHIHINGS! PLEAHEEHEEHEEHEASE! NO! HAHAHAHAHA NOT T-THEHEHEHERE PLEASE!"

"Not where? Here?" Smokey innocently asked as he wiggled his servos faster against the sensitive, rapidly twitching doorwings. "What about...here?" He suddenly dug his fingers under Bee's arms.

The scout yelped and convulsed like he was electrocuted. "AAAAHH! NO! NOHOHOHOHO NOT THERE EHEHEHEHE—EITHER!"

"No? You gotta pick a spot, Bee Bee."

"AHAHAHAHAHA S-STAP CAHAHAHAHALLING ME THAHAHAHAT!"

"What? You mean Bee Bee?"

"EEEEEHEHEHEHE YEHEHEHES!"

"Hmmm..." Smokescreen leaned down to whisper in Bumblebee's audio receptor. "Make me."

Bumblebee struggled with all his might to try and flip himself over so he could enact revenge against his mean older brother. This wasn't the first time he was pinned unfairly and tickled to oblivion. Not that he minded, except this time he wanted revenge.

Although both Bee and Smokey were targeted often by the rest of the team to be struck down with tickles, Bee couldn't help but feel like he was more prone to an Autobot tickle attack because he was the baby of the team and surrogate family.

After a few more seconds, Bee felt his core temperature rise and his cooling fans switched on on instinct. He tapped out. "OKAY, OKAY, OKAHAHAHAY! Y-YOU WIN! YOU WIHIHIHIHIN SMOKEY!"

Finally, the evil sibling tickling ended. Smokescreen sat there with a smug look on his face while Bumblebee laid face down as he slowly got his strength back.

Then Smokey had the audacity to say, "Told ya I'd win. I'll always manage to beat you in fights—especially these ones—because you're just way too ticklish for your own good."

"Oh...Oh yeah? Still wanna put your money where your mouth is?" Bee asked, tiredly sitting up.

"Oh no, I'm just simply stating facts," Smokey said with a grin. "You're just all pouty because I proved that I can beat you in a—whoa!" The Wrecker yelped as he was tackled swiftly to the ground and on his back.

He was stunned at first, but quickly recovered in a millisecond. "Heh. Look at you, Bee Bee. You're actually getting better at your tackling strategies. Hm, must be because I'm an excellent role model for you."

"That's it!"

"Huh—wha...wha—aah! Hehehehey! Aaah! Hahahaha! Bee, nohohoho!"

This time, it was Bumblebee who giggled like a tiny villain. "Ha! Payback time, evil bro!"

Smokescreen was writhing on the floor, giggling hysterically as his ribs were being tickled. "N-Nohohohot coohoohoohool, Bee Bee!"

Bee buzzed in slight offense. "You're still gonna call me that even after I've got the upper hand right now?"

Feeling cheeky, Smokey stuck out his glossa. "Hehehehe yup! Aaah!! Wait!! Wait!! No—AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Smokey's laughter went up a few octaves as Bee dug his fingers into the exposed underarms. Now Smokescreen was really squirming and actually trying to fight back.

"NO! NOHOHOHOHO! BEE, STOP THAHAHAHAHAT!"

"And why should I?"

"AHAHAHAHA! B-BECAUSE I-IT TI—HAHAHAHAAA! IT TAHAHAHAHA!"

"Having trouble with your words, Smokey?" Bee chirped sweetly.

Ohhh the teasing. Being tickled on a bad spot was awful enough. But that, and combined with teasing? Smokescreen may have been a tough Wrecker, but he could easily crumble when teases were being cooed at him while he was getting tickled.

"HAHAHAHAHA! BEE! BEE PLEAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEASE! HAHAHAHAHA! QUIT IHIHIHIHIHIT!"

"Oh sure, no problem...if you admit that you cheated with our wrestling match right now."

"WHAHAHAHAT?! CHEAHEEHEEHEEHEATED HAHAHA—HOW?!"

"By tickling me and then pinning me down! That wasn't fair! You're not supposed to cheat using tickles."

"N-NAHAHAHAT MY PROBLEHEHEHEM!"

"Oh that tears it! C'mere!"

Bee had had enough. He got off Smokey, pushed him onto his stomach, and then attacked his doorwings.

"EEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! NAHAHAHAHAHO! BEE! BEE PLEAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEASE!"

"Please what?"

"S-STAAAAHAHAHAHAHAP!"

"Stop what? You're going to have to be specific, Smokey."

"GAH! HAHAHAHAHA! Y-YOU KNOHOHOHOW!"

"Hmm...no. I don't know."

"AAAAHAHAHAHAHA! BEE, YOU JEHEHEHEHERK!"

In the common area, Optimus had just arrived from a long day of patrol. He was tired, and wanted nothing more than to sit down and rest a bit. But he instantly forgot his tiredness when he heard screams followed by childlike laughter.

"Ratchet, is that Bumblebee and Smokescreen I hear?"

Nearby organizing his tools, the medic snorted. "Who else could it be? They've been at it ever since you left, screaming like diseased banshees." Ratchet turned his gaze at Prime. "And since you're leader and they are technically your younglings, how about controlling them already and tell them to keep it down? I can hardly hear my thoughts with their screams."

Optimus stifled a chuckle. "I understand, old friend. Perhaps they simply got caught up in their fun knowing I was away for a while."

Standing by the training hall's doorway, Optimus observed the sight before him: Smokescreen pinning Bumblebee down and tickling the living daylights out of his brother. And Bee, well he was screeching as loud as his voice box allowed him too as he screamed hysterics.

"Hold still, Bee!" Smokey playfully scolded as he struggled to pin Bee's flailing arms down.

"Nahahahaho!! I-I know what you're gonna do to meheeheehee!!"

"This is what you get for tickling me!"

"Eeeeeheeheeheehee!! O-Only 'cause you scared the Energon out of me-when you pretended to go unconscious! So mean!"

"I only did that 'cause you wouldn't stop tickling me!"

"W-Wehehehell you needed a lesson, y-you jerk face!"

"Jerk face?! Ohhh that's it, Bee! C'mere, you rascal!" Smokescreen finally pinned the scout's arms down, buried his face into Bee's exposed belly, and blew the fattest raspberries he could blow. "PFFFFBBBBT! PFFFBBBBTT!"

The little scout arched his back and shrieked. "EEEEAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! NAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAO! NAHAHAHAO! SMOKEEEEEHEHEHEY! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT! N-NO! HAHAHAHAHA! N-NO RASPBERRIES!"

Again, it was Smokescreen's turn to tease. "Awww no? But I thought you loved raspberries, Bee. Oh wait, I forgot. You love them here, right?" Smokey aimed his raspberries up to Bee's neck.

"AAAAAHH! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! NAHAHAHAHAO! NOT THEHEHEHERE!"

"Let's see...which side tickles more? The right? PFFFBBBBT! Orrrr the left? PFFFBBBBTT!"

"NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! EEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHA! S-SMOKEY NO! HAHAHAHAHA! N-NO MOHOHOHOHORE!"

As adorable as it was watching his younglings play, it was also important that they knew when to stop with their tickle games. At least, for Smokey to know. Smokescreen often tickled a bit too long even when Bumblebee was shrieking for him to stop, since Smokescreen was used to playing rough all the time.

So, being the responsible "parent" in Autobot base, Optimus crept up behind Smokescreen and hoisted him off by his door wings.

"Whoa! Hey! Oh hi, Optimus." Smokey beamed his trademark adorable smile.

"Optimus! Oh thank...thank Primus..!" Bee gasped out. "You saved me! Smokey was about to kill me!"

"I know. I saw."

"What?!" Smokescreen exclaimed. He squirmed in midair until Optimus put him down. "Y-You saw all that?"

Prime cracked a faint smile. "Of course I did. I could hear you two from the entrance of the base."

Both young Bots blushed as red as Optimus' shoulder plating. They exchanged nervous glances before avoiding eye contact with each other and their Autobot dad.

Prime chuckled. "Not to worry, little ones. Nothing to be embarrassed about. You were both just having your fun. However, Smokescreen," He turned his attention to his oldest youngling. "remember not to push your younger brother past his limits when he clearly asks you to stop. I know you mean no harm since you are playing, but please remember to be careful. All right?"

Smokey nodded sheepishly. "Mhm. I understand."

"Good. Well then, I'll leave you both to it." Optimus started walking away. "You can keep on playing, just make sure to keep the volume at a minimum. I am going to take a short statis nap to recharge a bit."

Smokescreen quickly latched onto his arm. "Aw wait, don't go! Don't you wanna join us just for one game? Please?"

Bee joined in, clinging onto Prime's leg like a baby koala. "Yeah! Pleeeeease? Just one game?"

"I'm flattered you both want me to join in on your fun," Optimus said while trying to pry the stubborn younglings off of him. "but I'd rather not at this moment."

"Aww why not?" Smokey asked again. Then he smirked and dared to say, "Is it because you're scared? Scared to losing to a couple younger Bots? A couple Bots who are...younger than you?"

Optimus froze in his tracks. Even Bumblebee shared the same look of disbelief as he processed what his brother said. Not even Bee would dare say something like that to his father—and leader—despite them sharing such a close bond with each other, even if he did mean it as a harmless joke.

Smokescreen instantly regretted his word choices as Prime shot him a piercing parental glare. The Wrecker gulped and cowered down. "Uhmm...s-sorry?" he squeaked out.

Prime softened his gaze and raised an optic ridge. "So...are you suggesting that just because I am older, I will go easy on you?"

Smokescreen didn't like that tone his father figure was using, especially how he suddenly grabbed him in a little too secure hug. "U-Um well w-when you put it like that," he stammered. "You uh...i-it's um...j-just to clarify, I-I wasn't being insulting. I swear!"

"Hm swearing now, are we?" Optimus calmly asked. A faint smirk grew upon his face as he watched his oldest youngling wriggle and squirm in his grasp.

"Yes! I mean—no! I mean—I wasn't trying to be mean! I was—Aaah!" Smokey yelped as his sides were tazed. Oh no. This couldn't end well. "W-Wait! No, Optimus! Please!"

"Whatever is the matter, Smokescreen? Why are you begging?"

"N-No! No teaheheheheasing!"

While another playful spectacle was unfolding, Bumblebee figured he should book it before he becomes the next victim. He was trying to sneak away by making a crawl for it on his hands and knees, but he instantly froze when he heard his name being called.

"Bumblebee, where do you think you're going?" he heard Optimus say.

"U-Uh...um, nowhere?"

"If you know what's good for you, little one, you'll come over here and help me."

"Oooh! Really?"

Smokescreen shot his helm up. "Are you kidding me?! C'mon, Bee! Don't be against me! We're brothers, remember?"

Bee happily buzzed and took a seat next to his Autobot dad. "Of course we're brothers, Smokey. But you were also the evil brother who nearly tickled me to death just a few minutes ago, so now it's payback time!"

"N-Nononono! Wait! G-Guys, wait! AaaAAAH! HAHAHAHAHA!"

Well, Smokey sure did learn a lesson about playfully mocking his father and leader. Although he never seemed to learn even after he was a wheezing puddle of giggles.

And after Smokey finally managed to giggle out a "I give up!" Bee was suddenly attacked. Optimus was quick to scoop up his littlest one and tickle him right on his sensitive neck and tummy.

As much as Smokescreen enjoyed that little tickle session, he wasn't completely satisfied. Very slowly, he crept up behind the unsuspecting Prime as he continued to tickle his little brother to a chirping mess.

Optimus was so caught up in the wholesome moment, enjoying the sound of his littlest one's sweet giggles and squeals, that he didn't see his oldest one sneaking up behind him. When he felt something firmly grasp his shoulders, he jumped back in defensive mode.

Without wasting another second, Smokescreen attacked with rapidly moving servos. He grinned from audio to audio as soon as he heard his normally stoic dad crack.

"NGh! Smo-Smokescreeheheheheen! D-Don't—! Pleahehehease!" The poor Prime couldn't even form words anymore. He was trying to hard not to burst out laughing, and staying upright, but all that energy he used in attempting to not crack ended up being used quickly. And so, he ended up bursting like a dam.

"MmHM! Smokescreen...no! NOHOHOHO! STO—STOP THIHIHIHIHIS!"

The playful Wrecker giggled. "No can do! This is way too much fun to stop. Hey c'mon, Bee! Get over here and lend a hand!"

Said scout perked up, and his optics brightened even more when he saw his dad's panicked reaction. "N-No! Bumblebee, don't you dahahahare!"

But Bee dared. He excitedly crawled over and starting his own tickle attack; softly gliding his fingers up and down Prime's twitching tummy before digging in.

"I got 'im, Bee!" Smokey said, sitting down on one of the flailing arms. With one arm exposed, Smokey happily dug in while the wormed his other hand under the other arm, keeping Optimus immobilized.

Having one ticklish spot vigorously targeted was bad enough by his oldest, more hyperactive youngling. But now having two sensitive spots tickled at the same time? He was becoming more hysterical by the second.

But when both his younglings decided to be even more evil by throwing in some teasing...that's when the plucky Prime began to lose his sanity.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

"Does this tickle more? Oooh what about...this? Or this!"

"Hehe are you ticklish here, too, Dad?"

"Awww c'mon, Dad. Don't hide that smile from us!"

"Uh-oh, Dad! I think...I think I've turned into a Tickle Bot! Oh no!"

"Haha! Me too! And as your resident Tickle Bots, we declare that we tickle you for as many Astro cycles you have lived! One minute for each Astro cycle!"

"That's right! Tickle, tickle! Oh, you don't like that word, Dad? You don't like the word tickle? Hehehe too bad! Tickletickletickletickle!"

Ohhh the teasing...for such a courageous, strong willed Autobot, this was the one thing Optimus really couldn't stand. "Sta—StAHAHAHAHAP! BOHOHOHOTH OF YOU! C-CEAHEHEHEHEASE AHAHAHA—AT ONCE! Oh no—nOHOHOHO! PLEAHEHEHEHEASE NO! N-NOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE! STAHAHAHAP, Y-YOU EVIL LIHIHIHITTLE BOTS! YOU BOHOHOTH AHAHARE IN S-SERIOUS TRA—HAHAHA—TROUBLE FOR THIHIHIS!"

Both young Bots were unfazed by the oncoming giggly threats. "Oh no, we're in trouble?" Smokescreen asked tauntingly.

"Ooooh we're sooo scared! What're planning to do to stop us?"

Somehow, despite losing some strength back there with all that laughter, Prime managed to channel his remaining strength to buck the two off of him. Smokey and Bee were taken back by the sudden movement. Clearly, they didn't expect Optimus to still have enough strength left.

"So...you two...think it's so...funny? To attack me...in such a childish way?" Prime gasped out.

Both Bots giggled madly in anticipation as they huddled together. "M-Maybe?" Smokey squeaked out. "I mean, you gotta admit, that was hilarious."

"So now I am hilarious?" Regaining his strength, Optimus towered over the two giggling younglings who kept scooting back with each step he took. "Why don't I...even the score here? Seems fair enough considering you two were so persistent in wanting to break me. Now...let's see how long it takes to break a couple mischievous little ones."

"Hehehe you won't break us that easy!"

"Y-Yeah! You'll have to catch us first!"

And so the chase began. However, Bumblebee and Smokescreen both let themselves got caught very quickly. Even though Smokescreen decided to be a little mean and let his little brother get caught first while he ran off with a head start.

Needless to say, the playful chase quickly evolved to a game of Hide and Tickle. As for Optimus, he completely forgot about taking a stasis nap. There would be time for that later. Right now, he had two little Autobots to hunt down and tickle to tears.

As the playful roughhousing continued, Ratchet, who continued to busy himself with his medical tools, couldn't help but crack a warm smile as he heard the commotion. He rolled his optics affectionately as he heard Optimus shriek and cackle once again. Looks like nothing changed when it came to his old friend, Orion Pax. He was still that playful, mischievous, and very ticklish Bot he once knew.

THE END

Happy Birthday again, Kat!! Love ya bestieee! :3