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Author's Note: Here we are onto chapter three! Wow, two chapter in one week, I'm on a roll! Well, gonna try to continue to be on a roll anyway. I'll make this short and sweet but I would like to point out this chapter is smut related. However, due to 's strict ban on anything with explicit material I will not be posting the smut here. Sorry but I rather not get banned or take my chances of it. So, I will let you know where to find the smutty filled chapter when I get the chance. Enjoy!

Cybertron Units of Time = Earth Units of Time

Nanoklik = 1 second

Cycle = 1.5 minutes (100 nanokliks)

Breem = 8.3 minutes

Megacycle = 2.6 hours (100 cycles)

Solar Cycle = 1 day (10 megacycles)

Deca-Cycle = 10 days (10 solar cycles)

Orbital Cycle = 1 month (32 solar cycles)

Stellar Cycle = 1 year (320 solar cycles)

!WARNING!

This chapter contains mention of sexual abuse (touching) as well psychological trauma. If you do not want to read this, then I advise you not to continue. If you still want to read the chapter then it is by your own choice. This story has been rated M for a reason. I would also like to say I do not condone acts of sexual violence, and to remind you—the reader—that this is purely fictional.

"Nightmare"

Written by: Beloved Shadow

Inspiration by: JazzTheTiger

Time had a way of moving so fast if you blinked the entire day would be over and done with before you knew it, or would crawl so slow one would think that it had stopped. For the Autobot scout who went by the designation Bumblebee, he had lost track of all matters time. His chronometer was the only indication of just how long he had been a prisoner but it didn't matter. All he knew was every time the seeker came by to see him he would be left even more confused than before.

The data cube would play multiple videos in a random order, ranging from his teammates here on Earth, his interaction with several of the Elite Guard, to his history while attending the boot camp, and even some taken from his sparklinghood. Of all the clips those were the ones he wished had continued to stay buried. They brought back unwanted reactions that his "warden" liked to discuss with him. He never said anything but that didn't stop him from talking, or touching him.

Black, clawed servos roamed his form slowly, tracing transformation seams as well as the scratches he had made previously. Leaning forward he licked at the gap where his chassis didn't quite cover his neck and traced the cables with his glossia, smirking when he stiffened.

"I wonder, how you managed to stay untouched for so long," he said lowly in between licks, knowing he was listening even with his optics closed. "Those arrogant younglings were jealous, you know. You were faster, brighter, and you refused them every step of the way." He cycled air through his system slowly, pulling him closer even as he tried arching away. "I know because I was the same, once."

'… never asked for your, sob story,' he thought but he had no choice but to listen. Maybe if he got him talking, he would leave him the Pitt alone. But he never took the cube with him. It didn't matter though, he was already numb to everything being said, the holovids having already burned themselves deep in his processor that no amount of scrubbing could ever get rid of.

"I never knew my creator or what his designation was, but my carrier once told me he was a great explorer. Then my carrier passed into the Well…" Servos came up and rested lightly on the scout's yellow hip plates, digits rubbing little circles into the warm metal, faceplates pressed into his shoulder. "Vos was the ideal home for seekers, nothing but open skies to fly in to our sparks content… but I was taken from my home and forced into a youth center in Iaon. I hated it, surrounding by nothing but buildings with barely a glimpse as the skies I once loved. I wasn't allowed to fly and each time I tried I was punished; I was the only seeker there and no one understood my needs, no one cared about a orphaned seeker…"

No one, cared about him? At least he had his carrier but then he was alone… 'What the frag am I doing? Stop it, mech! He's the enemy!' he thought even as he opened his optics slightly but refused to look at him. "If you're trying to get my sympathy you're outta luck," he said calmly and managed to resist the urge to tremble when he felt him chuckle, lip plates touching the sensitive cables as servos wrapped around his frame, pulling him closer to him. If he wasn't still hanging from the chain no doubt he would be on the floor at this psycho-seeker's mercy.

"You don't believe me. Good, I would be disappointed if you believed my tale of woe so easily," he chuckled, nuzzling the slender cables and licked a trail upward until he reached his audio receiver. "I've seen what was done to you at the youth center… in the worse slums of Pitt-created Kaon… it's no wonder no one believed you, little Bee…" He could feel the scout trembling but pushed on. "You were lucky not to have had your seal taken… unless, somebot else took it…?" A servo slowly slid over his brightly colored aft, tracing the smooth panel between his stabilizers. There was a split nanoklik of tensing before he began struggling almost violently, peds coming up in a futile attempt at kicking him off.

"None ya business! Don't t-touch me!" he shouted, panic evident in his posture but the servo around his waist refused to let go and the digit continued the gentle stroking. He refused to let himself get aroused at his touch, desperate to get away but his peds were unable to gain any leverage to get away and he found himself unintentionally grinding against the seeker instead. He felt the internal automatic command threatening to open the panel but manually overrode it and made sure it stayed tightly closed. He managed to keep his seal for this long and he wasn't about to lose it to a Decepticon! "No!"

"Is that so. Good… very, very good…" he purred into his audio before pulling back, taking in the scout's flushed and angry expression. His self-repair had managed to fix his split lip though there was a very thin silver scar that could be easily overlooked. He leaned forward, wanting to taste it but as he jerked back he growled and forcefully grabbed the back of his helm and held it in place. Satisfied he wasn't going to pull away he leaned forward once more and tracing the scar with his glossia. "Mmmm… you taste sweet, little Bee…" he moaned lowly.

His system was venting air in and out in a mad frenzy, sputtering a few times in an effort to cool down. Slag it, why did he have to be such a tease? "Don…" Another low moan as the slick glossia traced over the slight scar, slipping between lips to flick against his own glossia. "… don't, call me little…" His struggles were becoming less and less while finding it more and more difficult to resist him.

Starscream smirked, pulled back to look down at him. He watched as his optics widen and saw a mix of fear and arousal swirling in the soft blue lights. "Little Bee," he smirked and lowered his faceplate down, pulling his helm closer and slid his glossia over the small horn. His engine rumbled louder than before as he mewed sharply in pleasure, now arching into him for more contact. Moaning he drew the sensitive appendage into his mouth and sucked at it, pressing his digits into his panel harder than before.

Oh Primus, why did it have to feel so good? He could feel his logic circuits shutting down, engine vibrating loudly, fuel pumps going into overdrive, his core temperature rising so quickly a light sheen of condensation was forming on his frame, his fans whirling even louder in a vain effort to keep him from overheating. His optics dimmed in pleasure, trembling as he felt each swipe of his slick glossia, teasing the sensory nodes, the gentle scrap of denta along the thin metal; he didn't realize his stabilizers had wrapped around the seeker's frame, even as he pushed himself into the servo that was still rubbing firmly against his panel. 'Don't open… don't open… don't-Primus!-open!' he repeated to himself, ignoring the throbbing heat of his valve, how tight his codpiece felt. His own servos clenched around the chain still holding him prisoner, eager to touch something like the chassis his faceplate was pressed into… his processor supplied something else he could use to touch the heated frame before him and he answered it with a low moan.

The touch was unexpected, causing him to halt all his actions but as the slick glossia continued licking at the glass of his cockpit he continued his own ministrations. 'Sweet little Bee… MY little Bee…' he moaned and pulled up, giving the small horn one last lick (smirking when the scout whimpered in pleasure) and watched as he continued licking him. Once more he longed to pin the vulnerable scout to the floor, force his interface panel open and take him. His processor supplied images of what he would look like if he tried. Would he submit and let him do as he pleased, accepting his fate? Or would he continue to fight him, call him names and say they were nothing alike? Or perhaps, he would fight him at first, denying what his body was saying then ultimately beg him to overload, agreeing to anything he asked?

His processor was quickly being overridden, arousal and lust were overriding his logic circuits; servos roughly slid to those smooth hip plates, gripping them hard enough to dent the metal he pushed them away slightly, the whimper of protest reaching his own audio receivers but once he felt his panel slide open he grunted and pulled the lithe frame close. His wings twitched as they began grinding their frames together, paint being scratched off in a desperate dance to overload.

* Due to the explicit nature of this portion of the chapter, I am complying with 's NC17 ban and have removed this portion. If you are interested in reading the unedited version, please send me a PM. Thank you. *

"Are you certain no bot has taken your seal?" he asked, feeling him tense against him but didn't stop in his petting. "Some of your files were heavily encrypted…"

"…" he was silent, refusing to give him an answer but he couldn't ignore the pleasurable tingle as his digit continued stroking. "No… no bot… ever touched it…" he admitted, optics dim as he closed them. "Was… only thing, had… belonged to me…"

"Hmmm." There was no telling if he was lying or not, save for removing the armor and inspecting himself. Nothing was said for a few breems until he watched him leaned back and looked at him with defiant optics. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that, little Bee."

"I told you, don't call me little. And only my friends call me Bee!" he snapped, refusing to look at the smear of transfluid covering both their frames. It would just prove what he was desperately trying to forget.

"Does that include those who call you a troublesome glitch who's not worth their time?" He froze. His spark clenched tightly deep in his chassis, causing his system to glitch, prompting a reboot. "Join me, Bumblebee. Help me locate the remaining fragments, and together we'll show everyone why they never should have underestimated us. We'll take over Cybertron, and shape it to a world that fits out ideals." He leaned in close, tracing his lips with a lubricant-covered digit then leaned in and licked some of it and some energon from the corner, ignoring the way he flinched as he tried to turn away. "What do you say, little Bee?"

His words were so enticing, and a part of him wanted payback for all the chaos he went through. He wanted to prove he was worth something, that he wasn't a bumbler but, he couldn't. He was still an Autobot. "N-No…"

"…"

"I, I said no, Starscream… I don't work, with Decepticons…" he said quietly, mentally kicking himself. It sounded so weak and he watched as a look quickly flittered through red optics but it was gone before he could read it. He tensed as he felt servos along his stabilizers but they calmly unhooked them from around his sleek frame. He managed to keep his balance on his peds but he made the mistake of watching those same servos reach down and replace the codpiece over his spent spike.

"You'll see it my way soon enough…" Looking down at him for several more kliks the seeker calmly turned and walked away. He never once looked back.

Bumbebee's vent stuttered for air, stabilizers shaking he would have fallen to his knee joints but the chain was still keeping him standing. He looked down at his frame and saw more scratches and dents than before, transfluid covering his front as well as his pelvic armor. Even as he allowed his system to reboot he read the list of new injuries he had. The claws had punctured his pelvic armor, even pierced his protoflesh. More scratches along his armor, and his glossia stung from where he had bitten him. He couldn't believe he had overloaded but he moaned as he licked the lubricate from his lips, tasting it along with his energon. He was so numb he couldn't feel anything, not even shame as he fell into a blissful recharge. For a moment, he knew peace and quiet.

Sari didn't know how long she had been crying for, but it seemed like every time she made a new friend, someone close to her was taken away. For the longest time it had just been her dad in Sumdac Tower, surrounded by robots her father had built but she wanted to know about her home city. Then one day while trying to get her keycard away from her pet, Sparkplug, she meet the Autobots. She had actually thought her father had built them for the city (or a surprise birthday gift to her) but she was more than happy to teach the robotic aliens about life on Earth. But the enemy they had been tracking revealed himself and even claimed her father had been secretly repairing him.

'Dad's a lot of things, but he would have never helped that giant walking bucket-head willingly,' she argued, tightening her arms around her knees. She had lost him when he was kidnapped and for a moment, she thought she was going to lose her new friends in the process. But instead they gave her a home what that greedy jerk Powell kicked her out of her own. It took some adjusting but she still had a family and Bumblebee had been there for her the whole time. He had even promised her that they would bring her father back.

'Bee…' He's been missing for three days and each time he asked if the Autobots received anything they couldn't look at her. No one said anything nor did they answer her questions, but she would not give up on her best friend. Releasing her legs she reached up and gripped the AllSpark Key tightly. Optimus claimed that the key was the most powerful artifact and entrusted her to safeguard it. She felt honored by it and had even used it to help them locate the scattered fragments but it couldn't help them find their missing friend. "I wish you would help me find Bumblebee… he's my best friend," she said softly but the key didn't so much as glow.

Bulkhead watched the tiny organic from the doorway leading into his friend's room, unsure if he should say anything or leave her alone. He knew she was worried, they all were, but when he tried to get her to go home she would begin yelling at them that she wasn't leaving until Bumblebee was found or burst into tears and escape to the minibot's room. So they let her stay and continued their search. Venting air through his system he silently (as much as he could) entered the room and walked over to the recharging berth to sit next to her. He tried several times to say something, anything, but each time he sat there like a dumb bot with his jaw hanging open. Venting once more he rubbed the back of his helm with his servo, his processor a complete blank.

"Sari, I-I'm no good at this. I just smash stuff when we're fighting Decepticons but if I know 'Bee he's putting up a Pitt of a fight." She was silent but he took that as to continue talking. "See, in boot camp he was the only bot to talk to me and didn't treat him like I just fell off the energon truck. Well, not at first, but I knew deep down he was a good bot. And I know its my fault he got kicked outta there, he really had his optics set on becoming an Elite Guard, but he gave it up for me. I guess, what I'm trying to say is we're gonna get Bee back no matter what. So, don't cry. Please?" Looking down at her he began to panic when he saw she leaking from her optics once more. He was about to yell for Ratchet but Sari threw herself into him, clinging to whatever she could reach. "Sari-"

"I miss him so much!" she sobbed, trying to stop the tears but she felt like she was losing control. "I want him back here with us! I want us to play video games all day! I want to watch as he tries to prank Prowl! I want to see him run from Ratchet! I want to ride along as he patrols the city! I just want my best friend back!"

The gentle forest green engineer looked down at her with dark blue optics in understanding. Reaching down he gently, carefully, held her in his cupped servos. "Me too, Sari. I miss our little buddy." He'd give anything to hear the yellow bot snap at him for calling him little, it would be worth all the high-grade oil in Detroit.

As the two friends were trying to comfort one another an argument in the main room of the old factory was about to turn physical. Once more Sentinel made his opinions known about what he thought about this "search and recue" mission and was not holding back. He also continued to belittle Optimus' leadership skills at being unable to keep an optic on a single minibot in a city full of disease-ridden organics.

"I would have perfectly happy if I never had to come back here and fix your mistake!" he shouted at the other Prime.

"Watch yourself, Sentinel. And you're one to talk about fixing the mistakes of others," he snapped back. He was short on recharge, his processor wasn't functioning at full capacity, and he felt his systems stall every time he thought of the missing scout. "The only reason I sent you the message was because you've been here before, you already have alt-modes for here and the humans here are aware of our existence. I honestly expected you to ignore the message and I would have perfectly happy if you hadn't come back either."

"You think you're such a hot shot. If was your fault that the AllSpark was shattered! And then you had to start spreading rumors that the Decepticons were still around!"

"They are! You've seen proof of that and so had Ultra Magnus!"

"Watch yourself before I have you court marshalled for yelling at a Prime, soldier!"

"We're of equal rank, you outdated glitched up fragger! What's more, its your fault Bumblebee is missing in the first place!" he rounded on him, surprising the other bots in the common room. "Starscream was in stasis cuffs when you left and apparently now he's back here on Earth. If you had done your job as a Prime instead of showboating like the fragger you are, I wouldn't have had a reason to call you back!"

"That. Is. IT!" Both Primes were so upset Sentinel was ready to charge the other prime, powering up his lance as Optimus powered up his axe when the two Cyber ninjas stepped in and physically held them back.

"We're suppose to be working together an' fighting Decepticons, not each other!" Jazz tried to reason but the blue Prime was too busy yelling obscenities to the other. 'Why do I even bother?' he thought as he managed to get him to keep moving forward. "Yo, Prowl! I could use some help here!"

"Just a moment. Optimus, I know you're worried about Bumblebee, we all are, but even if Sentinel is here at least Ultra Magnus answered your message and not only did he come, he brought more bots to help us."

"But its been days and we still haven't found anything. For all we know he could be off-lined permanently!" he hadn't meant to shout but it was the one fear he had and just saying it aloud made him wince painfully.

"Once a useless bumbler always one!"

"That's it! I should have done this centuries ago!" Now the black and gold bot was pushing at his Prime as he tried to charge towards Sentinel. The two were able to keep them from reaching the other but it was taking all they had to hold them in place much less push them away. Both were so busy yelling at each other, insulting their creators and lineage they never noticed as Ratchet come out of the communications room with Ultra Magnus and the twinjets, the two latter looking very confused as two why the two Primes were yelling at one another. Just when it appeared that the fight would get completely out of servo the Supreme Commander wordlessly lifted his Magnus Hammer and slammed the butt of it onto the floor. The head of the hammer began to cackle, the sound reminiscence of a powerful electrical storm on the horizon but thankfully he did not need to call it down as the fighting Primes stopped.

"U-Ultra Magnus, sir! I-"

"Not now, Sentinel. I would have words with the two of you later but for now you two are to act like Primes instead of a pair of spoiled sparklings," he ordered calmly.

Optimus said nothing, giving a curt nod but he did sub-space his axe away. Sentinel, however, just had to have the last word. "But, sir! He started it!" The servo holding the hammer twitched and he immediately stood straight at attention, nearly taking his head off with his lance before he deactivated. "I-I mean, shutting up! Sir!"

"Remind me to ask how you did that later," Ratchet mumbled to the commander, taking a moment to rub at his forehelm. "I just updated them on what we known but so far there doesn't seem to be anything we can do."

"But, surely you have a plan!" Prowl immediately asked, taking a few steps towards them. "Bumblebee has never been missing for this long, and Starscream has a reputation for being unstable himself. If we wait any longer then all our efforts will be for naught!"

"Listen, Prowl, I've been scanning the city every nanoklik using the human's satellites but there is no sign of either of them. We're been running on fumes for the last solar cycle and don't even try to lie to me. I can tell you and Optimus haven't been recharging at night." He could tell they had guilty looks on their faceplates but he could reprimand them later. "I'm worried about him too, but running ourselves into the ground ain't gonna help us find Bumblebee any faster."

"Ratchet has a point but understand that we are here to help as well. That is why I recommend for now we recharge and at first light of a new solar cycle we go out and search every part of the city. And after consulting with Ratchet, I believe it would be best if we included the organic to come with us." Now that set up a very negative reaction from Sentinel who went on and on about how their acid-sacks could eat through their armor in nanokliks and what other dangerous diseases and contaminants they were carrying. The Autobots looked confused but the magnus continued speaking. "From your reports, Optimus, the key the organic wears has the ability to locate the remaining fragments of the AllSpark. Perhaps, we can use it to locate Starscream and by extension, Bumblebee as well."

No one had thought of doing that, they just wanted to keep her safe but they knew if she could help she would, no questions asked. Even though Optimus wanted to start the search right now he knew it would be best to start anew in the morning. Thanking Ultra Magnus for his assistance he left for his quarters, knowing that the Elite Guard would be returning to their ship (no doubt with the force field activated due to Sentinel's irrational fear) but as he pasted by Bumblebee's room he peered inside.

Bulkhead was laying on the recharging berth, lightly snoring away but gently cradled on his chassis was Sari, clutching the AllSpark Key in hand. He could tell she had been crying but she shift and clung to a blanket, muttering the scout's designation in her sleep. Stepping back he closed the door and continued to his quarters but the resolve to find the scout grew stronger.

He was going to find the yellow minibot, and so Primus help anyone who tired to stop him.

~ To be continued. ~

Author's Notes: Woohoo! Three chapters in 2 days! No wait, 3 days? Oh whatever, I'm on a roll! I would also like to thank the reivews who have commented so far (SparkySparkfire; maria-ioanna984) very much for taking the time to not only read my story, but review as well. I hope you'll continue to enjoy this as I type along.

Now, I would like to point out something. Due to the fiction rating only reaching 'M' I had to edit part of the chapter. Looking at this, I could just take a chance, bite the bullet, and post as is, but the last time I did that my story was removed with no warning from admin and I lost all those wonderful reviews and comments. I was pissed, upset, sadden, and I wanted to do bodily harm to the jerks who did this to me. But its not worth an ulcer so what I have decided to do it posted this story, uncensored, on another site.

To those interested in reading the chapter, please PM about it. But I would really appreciate it if you would write a review for said chapter here instead of the site.

Next chapter (which I hope will be soon but we'll see), will kinda of fast-forward things ahead. TBH, I'm surprised Starscream is holding out this long. I thought for sure he woulda jumped poor sweet Bee soon as his guard was down! (ignores Starscream being Starscream) So more than likely, the next chapter will have sex. Maybe. I think? We'll see, laterz!