A/N: Hey just a lil warning, this chapter is kinda steamy, so if you feel uncomfortable reading, feel free to skip ahead.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers
Bumblebee watched Magnia touch down and transform from inside the cave he had chosen for them to meet. Primus she looks good, he thought to himself, then shook his helm. Not good thoughts, Bee, he told himself. He was dismayed that she entered the cave with her cannons raised, indicating she didn't trust him.
"Show yourself," she called, optics narrowed, once she got deep enough into the cave. Bee gulped and stepped forward; she didn't look too happy.
"Hey…Magnia," Bee said nervously, servos raised.
"Bumblebee," Magnia said in an even voice, cannons pointed at him. "You have five seconds to give me a valid reason for having me come here before I blast you to bits."
"Good…to see you…too," Bee said sarcastically.
Magnia narrowed her optics, "Three seconds."
"Technically…matter of…life or death."
Magnia raised an optic ridge, "Technically?"
"Have you…been having…weird…pains…all over?"
"How did you know that?" Magnia asked curiously.
"I have…too," Bee whirred. "I went to…Ratchet…about it."
"And?"
"Sparkmate's…Disease," Bee fizzed. "Meet…sparkmate…sparks…attempt to…bond…wears out…systems until…offline."
"I'm sorry to hear that. But what does that have to do with me?"
"Isn't it…obvious?" Bee coughed. "You're my….sparkmate."
"What?!" Magnia stared at him. "What are you talking about?"
"It's been…affecting me…since I…met you," Bee argued. "Plus…you have…the same…pains. And… I can't stop…thinking about…you."
Magnia blushed at the last one, but then shook her helm and began to panic. "No, this can't be right!" she yelled angrily. "My sparkmate can't be a fraggin' Autobot!" Unintentionally, her servos curled and set off her cannons, narrowly missing Bee, who dived to the right just in time. The blast struck the side of the cave and the ceiling began to shake and collapse.
While dodging slabs of rock, Bee noticed a large amount of loose rock directly over Magnia. "...Watch out!" his radio yelled as he shoved her out of the way. The rock crumpled, burying Bumblebee, while Magnia was thrown to the side, out of harm's way. She huddled against the wall, her servos above her helm protectively, and waited for the cave to stop collapsing.
Finally, the dust settled and Magnia raised her helm and called out, "Bee?" There was no response and Magnia began sifting through the rock piles worriedly. "Bumblebee?" she called again, this time her voice a little higher. She struggled to lift one large slab of rock and gasped.
Bumblebee lay face down under the slab, multiple dents all over his body. One of his doorwings was crushed, leaking energon, and his optics were dark; he was unconscious.
"Oh, Bee, you stupid, stupid mech," Magnia bit her lip and carefully rolled him onto his back.
He stirred at her voice and his optics onlined. "Magnia…." he whirred, looking confused. "What…happened?" he winced, sitting up and tenderly feeling his doorwing, "I think my...doorwing….is broken….Are you…alright?"
"Thanks to you," Magnia said furiously, helping him to his peds."What were you thinking? You could have been offlined!"
"Why do you…care so…much?" Bee frowned. "You were…threatening to…offline me...five minutes ago."
"I don't!" Magnia sputtered. "I just don't like being saved by a Bot is all."
"Uh-huh…sure," Bee rolled his optics and gestured to the fresh rock pile blocking the exit of the cave. "We're…trapped." He tried to comm Ratchet, but all he got was static, "No…signal."
"Well that's just great," Magnia said sarcastically. "Trapped in a hole with my Autobot lover. Yippee."
"Hey!...I'm not exactly…thrilled…about this…either," Bee said angrily. "Believe me…you are…the last bot…I would…want as…my sparkmate."
"Trust me, the feeling is mutual," Magnia sighed and flopped down on the ground. "Well I suppose all we can do is wait for one of our sides to notice we're missing and come dig us out."
They sat in tense silence for a while, until eventually Bumblebee couldn't handle the boredom anymore, "Hey…Magnia."
"Don't talk to me," she growled. "You are a soldier for my enemy, and you're lucky I haven't shot you in the spark yet."
"Well excuse me…." Bee's radio buzzed, ignoring the threats, "but…when people…are bored…they usually…have sensible…conversations…For example…how are…you planning…to deal with…the fact…that we're…both going to…offline…in a year?"
Magnia leaned her helm back and closed her optics, "I don't know. Probably ignore it until I offline. At least then I'll die loyal to my cause."
"Yeah…I guess," Bee sighed.
Magnia picked up on his tone and opened her optics to stare at him, "Why? What were you planning?"
"Nothing…." Bee said hastily, "What you said…sounds…good.". After another few moments of silence, Bee asked, "I never asked…what happened…when I…found you?"
"I was thrown from the warship." Magnia said reluctantly. She didn't really want to talk about it.
Bee's optics widened, "By…who?...and why?"
She sighed, "Megatron. He was…upset, because I had failed him on my most recent mission. He broke my wing before he threw me off, so I couldn't fly."
"Jackaft..." Bumblebee growled.
"Hey!" Magnia frowned at him. "Don't say that; he's my leader!"
"But he…hurt you."
"I deserved it," Magnia caught Bee's expression of confusion. "Failure isn't as much an option for Decepticons as it is for Autobots. And anyways I'm perfectly fine now."
"Stand by my…original…statement," Bee shook his helm. They sat quietly again until Bee said, "...Magnia?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you…think you…would be…doing with…your life…if we...were still on….Cybertron? If you had…a normal…life?"
"I suppose by now I would have found a good mech," Magnia said wistfully. "Settled down, had a few sparklings."
"...Really?" he raised an optic ridge. "You don't…seem like…the type."
"What?" Magnia said defensively. "Just because I'm a Decepticon, I can't have plans? That's basically every femme's dream, 'Con or Bot."
"Huh..." Bee shrugged, "I didn't… know that." He studied Magnia out of the corner of his optic and shifted closer to her, "Any…particular…mech…you were…planning to…do that…with?"
Their helms were drawing closer together, and Magnia grinned, noticing how Bee's optics rested on her lips. "I might have a few in mind," she said coyly. "Why?"
Bee blushed a deep blue, "Nothing…I just…" She interrupted him with a soft kiss. Once she drew back, Bee sighed, "This is a…bad idea."
"I know," Magnia bit her lip and kissed him again, deeper this time. He responded uncertainly, wrapping his arms around her and kissing back. He wasn't quite sure what to do; he hadn't really ever kissed a femme before. But when her glossa cautiously entered his mouth and wrapped around his, he gave up and let instinct take over.
Bee pushed her up against the wall of the cave and pinned her servos above her helm, kissing her fiercely. She could feel exactly how much he had been holding back, feel it burning in his lips how badly he had wanted her this whole time. And she had to admit he was kind of turning her on; especially when he began to kiss her neck.
"Bee," she moaned as he bit a few of the sensitive wires in her neck. She let her digits trail across his chassis and felt his engine begin to purr with pleasure.
Magnia's optics widened suddenly, "Shh! Bee I think I heard something!"
They paused and faintly they could hear Ratchet's voice on the other side of the rock, "Bumblebee?"
"...Ratchet!" Bee's radio chimed.
"Stand back; I'm going to drill through." Magnia quickly shoved Bumblebee off of her and pointed her cannons at him. "Point your cannons at me or he's going to wonder what we've been doing this whole time," she whispered frantically, in response to Bee's confused expression. Reluctantly, Bee raised his cannons and pointed them at Magnia just as Ratchet drilled through the rock.
"Oh," Ratchet's faceplates warmed. "Hello Magnia. Hope I'm not interrupting something."
"Hardly," Magnia growled, switching one cannon to point at Ratchet instead of Bumblebee.
Ratchet raised an optic ridge, "Primus, how long have you two been standing here like this?"
"Not…long," Bee beeped.
Magnia flicked her optics toward the exit, "Bumblebee, can I speak to you outside?" When Ratchet started to follow them out she narrowed her optics and added, "Alone?"
"Sure, I'll just wait here in the dark cave," Ratchet grumbled. "The thanks I get for saving your sorry afts is unbelievable."
Once they were outside Magnia turned to Bee, "Please do not contact me again Bumblebee. This is not going to happen, no matter how much you may want it to. We are on opposite sides, and you are my enemy."
"You can't honestly….say you…didn't enjoy it," Bee smirked.
Magnia flushed, "I did not!" Bee replayed a recording of her moaning his name, still wearing that stupid grin. "You had better wipe that smirk off your faceplates before I do it for you," She growled angrily.
"I don't know….why you're…so upset," Bee chuckled. "You…kissed me…first."
"I'm regretting it already, you stupid Autobot!" she snarled.
"Hey…no need…to get…hurtful," he frowned.
"No, apparently there is a need to be hurtful, because it seems to be the only thing you understand," she snapped. "You are an impudent Autobot, and I despise you. Do not contact me again, or I will offline you."
Bumblebee looked wounded before stomping away, "Fine! Good…riddance!"
"Fine!" Magnia yelled back. She transformed and swiftly flew away, cursing Autobots the whole way back. Bee watched her go, feeling empty and deflated. He didn't notice Ratchet come up quietly behind him.
"Well," he said, making Bee jump. "That seemed to go splendidly. What did the two of you talk about?"
"Nothing…." Bee sighed.
Ratchet raised an optic ridge, "Well, what's the plan?"
"She wants to…ignore it…so she dies…loyal."
"Well, what about you?" Ratchet argued. "You're simply going to give up and wait to offline?"
"What do you…want me…to do…Ratchet?" Bee said furiously. "If she doesn't…want to...bond…then what…can I do?"
"So you're just giving up?" Ratchet said incredulously.
"What else…can I do…Ratchet?" Bee sighed. "It's…hopeless."
"Bumblebee, you have to tell Optimus," Ratchet said softly. Bee shook his helm and Ratchet huffed, "You realize he's going to be more concerned about the fact that his adoptive son is dying than the fact that he's in love with a 'Con, right?"
"He'll be…disappointed," Bee buzzed. " I can't..."
"Bumblebee, if you do not tell him, then I will!" Ratchet threatened.
Bee waved a servo, "Tell him…eventually." He transformed and drove off, and Ratchet groaned and transformed to follow him back to base.