Disclaimers - All characters are over 18.
Transformers aren't mine.
Thanks - to my wonderful beta that helped me EnglishEnigma.

"Sam. Saaaaaam," Mikaela calls through the closed door. "Can you hear me?"

I would like to yell, "Just shut up!" but right now I'm trying to regain my breath as Mikaela won't stop banging on my bathroom door.

"I'm throwing up, here!" I manage to yell back.

"You should stop eating all that junky food Sam," Mikaela sighs leaning against the closed door.

"Yeah, I know," I reply flushing the toilet and going to wash my face and brush my teeth.

"Finally!" she groans as I open the door. "I have to piss."

"Oh, yeah, your piss is more important than me," I bark crashing on the bed. She smiles softly, going to sit at the end of my bed.

"You are pale, Sam," she points out. "And, really, you look like crap."

"Thanks, Mikaela, you always know how to cheer people up," I say throwing a pillow in her direction.

"So, I suppose that we aren't going out," she says throwing back the pillow.

"Why don't you take my wallet and go out with it ... at least you'll have someone paying for you," I reply turning on the TV starting to flip through the channels.

"Stupid!" she hisses.

"What do you want Mikaela?" I groan as she grabs the remote control, turning off the TV.

"Ok, let's order some pizza," she suggests.

"I need to take a shower," I say standing up from the bed. "Go to order some food." She nods looking at me.

"Maybe, for you, no coke," she points out.

"That's not coke," I say caressing my round stomach. "That's too much ice cream and chips."

"Ah, yeah, that also," she laughs while I look at her in disbelief. "Oh, Sam. Sorry, I was joking."

"Yeah ... you are a ... you are a hyena!" I spit out. "You'll see ... this summer I will go for a run every fucking morning."

"Yeah, I can picture you getting up at seven o'clock to go out running," she keeps laughing harder. I slam the bathroom door shut while hastily taking off my t – shirt.

"Fuck!" I yell throwing it inside the laundry basket ... and as I turn I find myself reflected in the mirror ... I get closer without breaking eye contact with it ... putting my hand against the cold and smooth surface while my eyes wander down ... looking at my swollen belly as my other hand absently start to caress it ... and I smile ... I smile softly while a warm and unknown sensation ... never felt ... spreads over my body. I chew my bottom lip while turning ... leaning with my back against the mirror ... shivering a bit at the cold touch of the surface while still caressing my stomach ... letting this strange feeling wash over my body ... almost enjoying it ... me and myself ... because ... because lately I'm starting to feel different ... sometimes I'm scared ... sometimes I'm fucking happy ... sometimes it's like I don't recognize my body ... sometimes I feel truly alive ... sometimes I don't want Bee to touch me ... sometimes I crave his attention.

I sigh, closing my eyes, while my hand continues to caress my stomach and the other ... I don't know ... I don't know why ... sliding between my thighs ... pubic air tickling my fingers as I reach for my cock ...just cupping it ... my sex ... I feel so strange, I think ... I can't give a proper definition to what I'm feeling ... maybe I don't want to know ... maybe I don't want to understand ... to dig too deep.

A moan escapes from my lips as cold tiles touch my knees and I find myself kneeling on the floor ... masturbating myself slowly and sensually ... and it's like I can feel my body for the first time ... enjoying it in a way I've never felt ... and my sweaty hands can't ... won't stop stroking it ... faster, Sammy ... faster, please ... more, Sammy, as my other hand slides against the cold and irregular surface of my bathroom tiles. My face and my chest pressed against it as my ass is raised up like I want to be mounted ... like I'm offering something ... myself to the nothingness.

"Oh, fuck!" I hiss feeling it ... my orgasm racing through my body as I spread my legs more... as I moan, mouth wide open against the tiles blowing hot air against it. And then I come and I don't know if I'm crying or laughing or both because something is wrong with me ... or not ... something that I can't understand and fuck! I want Bee back because I'm tired of his secret meetings with his fellows ... I want him with me ... beside me.

For a long moment I remain there ... lying there like a corpse ... naked and in need of a shower after the mess that I made.

Mikaela is banging again at the door asking if I showered because the delivery boy is coming in about ten minutes and she's hungry.

"Give me five minutes," I yell back, slowly standing up on staggering feet as I try to regain control of my body.

"Ok, Sam, but hurry up!" she yells back. I nod more to myself than to her.

"Ok, Sam," I whisper letting warm water fall over my cold skin ... shivering at the contact with it ... closing my eyes while water falls on me, slicking my entire body on the way ... washing away every trace of my private game ... if only it could wash away this strange feeling of mine.

After the shower I rush to put on worn out sweatpants and a heavy, warm hoodie ... I yawn as I get downstair.

"Finally, you are here," Mikaela grumbles. I roll my eyes sitting on the sofa beside her but I don't say anything and for the rest of the evening we sit there watching a silly movie that Mikaela thought would be great when instead is a crappy version of a famous teenager movie. Around midnight she leaves and if only Bee was around I would drive her home ... if only Bee was there.

After I kiss her goodnight I slowly make my way toward my bedroom while carrying with me a tub of ice cream ... Mojio just jumps on the bed making me smile as I sit leaning against the headboard. Outside is dark but I don't turn on the lamp, instead just enjoying the quiteness around me as I slowly lick the ice cream off the spoon ... while caressing my little dog Mojio. Around one o'clock I would like to kick Bee's yellow metal ass and I start to laugh like crazy when an image pops into my mind picturing me kicking my giant robot.

I wake up with a strange feeling and, abruptly, I open my eyes wide turning toward my right and slapping Bee's shoulder on the way.

"Ouch!" he yells quickly grabbing both my wrists. "Calm down, Sam ... it's me." For a moment I kick him ... pushing him away while yelling nonsense ... I have to defend it ... something ... I have to protect ... what ... what I have to protect ... don't touch me ... stay away from me ... it's his only chance ... for ... for what ... Sammy, you need to protect it ... what?

"Sam, look at me!" he yells letting go of both my wrists and cupping my face. "I'm Bumblebee."

I look at him breathing harshly. "Fuck you!"

Bee just stills for a moment and his eyes seem to become more arctic, more electric, like he's ready to launch an attack ... to just submit to this fury that lives inside him ... that makes him a true soldier ... a brave one ... a ferocious one ... don't play with fire, Sammy ... not with him.

"Sam," he calls me trying to regain control over his senses. I start to cry and I don't know why ... just crying as he utters a sound that's like a wail ... but more distressing as he embraces me kissing the top of my head ... whispering softly in his own language ... that can soothe me even if I don't know what he's saying ... but I like to hear him talk in his own ancient language ... because ... because it's like an old fading song that he can still remember for me.

"I'm sorry, Bee," I murmur against his chest, wet from my tears ... and I hate myself because sometimes it's like I can't recognize myself ... hurting him in that way ... yesterday I yelled at him to just disappear from my life ... and if I stop to think about it I can't find a real reason for those hostile and harsh words ... and he let me yell and punch him, not raising a finger to me ... not yelling back ... he let me scream an agony I didn't know the source of... he understood that it wasn't the fact that I didn't want to go out with him ... that I pretended to be tired and wanted to be left alone ... that he's always around.

"Fucking tired of you being my shadow!" I yelled. He just stood there like he'd been defeated by a Decepticon, trying to collect the right words. Before I could say more ... before I could make him bleed once more he disappeared ... his holo - form just disappearing ... leaving me there wondering if, yes, I was becoming crazy.

In the end Bee is doing what Optimus Prime asked him ... just protecting me ... being my guardian that knows how to keep me safe; that knows that he will sacrifice his life if he has to do it ... and Optimus Prime, maybe, didn't count on him falling in love with a human ... maybe, for him ... for his mind it was impossible that it could happen ... a robot falling in love with a human.

"Shhhh ... it's ok, Sam," he shushs me with a gentle kiss. I nod sniffing while rubbing my wet cheeks against his t – shirt.

"Why did you have to leave me?"

"Optimus just wanted to talk with us ... you know the usual stuff," he says licking his lips while he still holds me tight. "Here, drink some water," he says putting a glass of water between my still shaky hands. I slowly sip at it as he caresses my forehead.

"I love you, Sam." I smile raising my eyes from the glass rim.

"I love you, too."

"Sam, you know, for a moment you scared me," he admits putting away the glass.

"Hmmm. A scared, giant robot, how fun," I chuckle.

"You know that I worry about you."

"Yes ... my guardian," I smile as he kisses me and I cup the back of his head deepening the kiss ... sucking his tongue as I need more ... as I want more from him. For a long moment I can only feel his warm, moist tongue licking and sucking at my lips as we just lie there kissing while outside everything is still and quite ... my parents sleep unware of what I'm doing ... of him.

Yeah, because they don't know about my car ... my yellow, giant robot called Bumblebee ... they don't know that he's my lover ... that he sleeps with me ... makes love with me ... under their roof.

My mom ... my mom who goes around proclaiming to be open toward my sexual life ... nah, she doens't know ... she doesn't even suspect that I lost my virginity in a car ... in a back seat ... in a yellow racing black striped car. With him pressed against me ... a man ... between my spread legs ... black leather against my sweaty skin and ... and bright pain as he entered me ... tiny sounds ... pleading, that it hurts and please stop ... no, maybe, no ... maybe, I want more ... hurts but I can get used to it.

His harsh breath near my ear as he fucked me ... as he took my virginity ... as he kissed me telling me that he loved me ... that he always loved me since the first time that he saw me ... my Camaro. And, yeah, our first time was a mess ... because it hurt ... I didn't even come, just let him take his pleasure ... but then we learned how to make it work ... how to please each other.

He leanes toward my nightstand chuckling.

"Again, ice cream," he says grabbing it.

"You know that I like all this sugary stuff," I say trying to steal it from his hands but he just quickly raises his arms laughing hard.

"It's empty," I say rising an eyebrow. And he stops laughing.

"Really?" he asks. "You ate all that ice cream?" I nod.

"Yeah, so if you want you can start to call me Big Sam."

He just shrugs. "I'm not following you, Sam."

"Mikaela told be that I'm becoming fat ... look at my stomach," I point out pulling away the sheets.

"Should I eliminate Mikaela?" he asks in a robotic voice, making me laugh.

"My giant robot."

He gently pushes ... spreads my thighs open, sliding between my legs and I sigh as I feel his heavy body on me ... over me as we start, again, to kiss ... melting in him ... just wanting more ... all of him. And then he stops abruptly, starting to shake his head with his antennae as well.

"Bee?"

"Again," he whispers whimpering slightly.

"What?" I ask rising on my elbows.

"The ... that sound ... that interference ... I can still hear it," he whispers shaking his head and his antennae like he's trying to get rid of it.

"You didn't talk with Ratchet or Optimus Prime about that?" I ask.

"No," he replies. "I keep ... I keep scanning the entire area ... the entire neighborhood but I don't detect anything unusual."

"I told you that it's your radar," I point out pinching one of his antennae ... making him hiss and turn with flames in his electric eyes.

"It's not my radar," he jabbers.

"You are scared of Ratchet," I laugh teasing him laughing more as he remains in silence just fuming.

"Maybe it's you," he hisses getting up, "because it happens everytime that I'm with you."

"Oh, don't say that," I reply faking a hurt voice. He goes to lean against the windown frame staring outside as he presses his cheek against the cold, smooth surface of the glass. I stare at him and I get up going to embrace him from behind.

"Hey, Bee," I whisper against the nape of his neck ... blowing warm air that will send light shivers along his back. He murmurs something that I can't catch as his head falls back on my shoulder and I keep holding him while enjoying this closeness ... this intimate moment between us ... just enjoying the warmth of our bodies and again ... again that kind of strange feeling is crawling back ... under my skin as his fingers entwine with mine.

"Are you still hearing it?" I ask softly not really wanting to disturb him. He nods.

"Only slightly, now."

I kiss his temple. "Please, go talk with Ratchet or Optimus about it."

He kisses my knuckles with a sort of reverence that he seems to have toward me and I smile because he's truly in love with me ... and ... and I was crazy believing that at the beginning he wanted me only for sex ... to experiment with me what he was learning through the web.

One of his hands leaves mine and it goes down ... on my belly starting to caress it ... slowly tracing strange patterns with the tips of his fingers ... like writing words that I can't recognize ... but instead of asking what he's doing I close my eyes, enjoying the strange feeling and sensation that it gives me as we stand there in front of my window, while outside the neighborhood is sleeping and everything is quiet.

Next morning I woke up with my mom yelling that it's time to go to school and I roll my eyes as a wave of nausea takes my breath away making me rush toward the bathroom.

"Sammy, you are so pale," my mom points out while sipping her coffee as she watches me going downstairs.

"School is killing me, Mom," I say and she just pushes me away murmuring that I'm really silly.

Going out I find Bee parked outside the garage and I slap his hood making him cut the music abruptly.

"Hey, fucker, care to take me to school?" I say entering the car.

"Fucker?" The radio comes alive again.

"Ok, I was joking," I laugh throwing my backpack on the back seat.

"Sam, you are hurting me," he points out with a controlled voice.

"How can I hurt a giant robot?" I wonder then going to caress the dashboard. He materializes on the drivers seat just glaring at me as he keeps driving.

"I don't want to go to school," I say making huge eyes. "Let's go for a race."

"You are so going to school, Sam," he replies parking in front of it.

"Evil, giant robot ... are you sure you're not a Decepticon?" I ask.

"Yes, Sam, you found the truth. I'm a terrible Decepticon sent by Megatron to torture and kill you if, in five seconds, you aren't out and rushing toward your class," he hisses and he really can sound menacing.

"Ok, but after school you are so going to take me out," I reply trying to sound menacing as much as him.

"Yes, Sam," he smiles kissing me. Outside I find Mikaela waiting for me and we start to walk toward the school entrance.

"Hey, Mikaela, you know I haven't seen Ashley lately," I say talking about one of our school friends.

"Oh, you didn't know?" Mikaela replies sounding surprised.

"No, what?"

"She got pregnant by one of our football team guys ... a certain Alex," she explains. "I think that she didn't want to let the whole school see her pregnant."

I look at her with wide eyes "fuck that's horrible. She's gonna be a teenage mommy."

Mikaela nods while pushing open the class door. "Yeah."

I sit thinking of her ... of that beautiful girl with a wide, bright smile and a body to die for; now walking around her house with a round belly ... going to be a mommy ... going to be a mommy, Sammy. I get up making Mikaela jump in surprise as a wave of nausea seizes my body ... I'm only 18 years old and I know that I couldn't take the responsibility of having a child ... but then, as I rush through the empty hall, I smile thinking that in the end I'm a male and I have my so very manly Bee.