Disclaimers - All characters are over 18.

Transformers aren't mine.

Thanks - to my wonderful beta that helped me EnglishEnigma.

Six Months Earlier -

"Bumblebee!"

"Bumblebeeeeeeee!" Ratchet yells. "I can still see through you."

Bumblebee sighs annoyed rolling his eyes up. "Really?"

"Yes," Ratchet replies starting to sound annoyed, too, as he watches the boy in front of him ... no more than 25 years old ... with dirty blond hair falling in front of his piercing arctic eyes that are now staring at him ... like he wants to challenge him.

"Maybe ... maybe this fucking holo - form is not for me!" Bee tells him while kicking an empty can of oil.

"Watch your mouth, Bee!" Ratchet glares at him. "You are not investing enough energy in it."

"It's not true!" Bee spit out and, yes ... yes, Ratchet can really say that his cold and haughty beauty gives him an alien air ... something untouchable and unrivalled but still slightly human ... still ... almost uncatchable like his true nature. Always so stubborn and eager to show that he can do everything ... that he's not the little one of the gang that still needs to grow up.

"I'm getting tired of this holo – fucking – form," he complains taking off his leather jacket.

"Bumblebee!"

"No, Ratchet. I want to see Sam," he barks pointing his finger toward his friend.

"No ... Prime wants you to learn how to use your holo - form first so you won't have to leave the human anymore," Ratchet replies.

"But why?" Bee yells unnerved. "Initially my car - form was enough and now the Decepticons are gone ... destroyed."

"Optimus Prime wants you to improve," Ratchet keeps explaining. "Are you arguing over your leader's requests?"

"No," Bee whispers lowering his arctic blue eyes, "but I don't understand why he's keeping me here ... now that I'm operating perfectly."

"Come on, follow me," Ratchet says starting to walk toward the abandoned warehouse that has become their base camp.

"Can I transform back into my own robot - form?" he asks while following him.

"Not yet, Bumblebee," Ratchet replies.

"I want Sam ... I'm his guardian," he says while watching Ratchet close the heavy door. "Why is Optimus Prime worrying so much over this holo - form of mine?"

"Weren't you the one that a moment ago told me the Decepticons are gone?" he asks while raising an eyebrow. "So he doesn't need you."

"Sam needs me!" Bee yells throwing away a bunch of books lying on a table.

"Calm down, Bumblebee!" Ratchet stops him. "Learn how to use your holo - form ... learn how to make it as real as possible and you'll be able to go back to him."

"Why's that?" Bee yells stressed trying to free himself. "Why me and not Hide or Jazz?"

"Prime chose you," Ratchet explains letting him go. "You should be honoured."

"Fuck you!" Bee yells. "I want to see Sam ... he ... he needs to know that I'm alive."

"Not now."

"Why did you cut him off ... I can't sense him anymore ... what did you do to my radar?!" he cries out touching his antennae. "What are those, Ratchet ... what did you do to me?"

"Bumblebee, you are the next generation," Ratchet quietly replies as he stares emotionless at him.

"Let me transform back in my own form, Ratchet. What did you do to me?" he yells. "I want to go back home ... I need to see Sam!"

"Not now, Bee!" Ratchet yells going toward the table and reaching for something. "You are stubborn, Bumblebee, and it's probably because you are still young ... much too young ... you are almost there ... almost there in making it, Bumblebee."

"I don't feel comfortable in this human form ... I'm a machine ... a robot and a car ... that is enough for me."

"You'll learn to like it, Bee ... you'll like it, I'm sure about that," Ratchet chuckles. "Now, sit down."

"No," he barks stepping back, "and why should I like this human - form of mine ... why does my holo - form have to be more perfect than yours?"

Ratchet shakes his head. "You love Sam, don't you?"

"No!" Bee hisses but he knows that Ratchet is sensing that what he told a moment ago is just a lie.

"Surely you want to create ... to have physical contact with him," Ratchet keeps talking like Bumblebee had admitted that, yes, he loves Sam.

"No ... what's that, Ratchet? I don't want to play your stupid games!" he barks out.

"Yes, Bumblebee ... yes, you don't have to deny it," Ratchet quietly tells him, "and with your holo - form you'll be able to do many things with Sam."

Bee remains in silence looking at him in disbelief and Ratchet chuckles throwing a magazine at him. "Humans like this kind of thing."

Bee raises an eyebrow while he stares at the figures. "What-"

"Sex magazine ... porno magazine ... as they call it," Ratchet answers while he watches Bee turn the magazine in his fingers trying to guess each photo ... to understand what they are doing.

"Sex, Bumblebee ... with your holo - form you'll be able to perform sex with Sam," Ratchet explains like it's the most normal thing in the world to explain to another robot.

"Who told you that I want to have this ... sex with Sam?" he asks him closing the magazine, "and I knew what sex was ... I ... I studied human customs!"

"Now, Bee, come sit here," Ratchet says.

"No."

"Don't be stubborn, Bumblebee," Ratchet tells him and Bee's eyes widen while staring at him taking something from the table.

"No. Not again ... I don't like it ... it makes me feel dizzy and confused," he says backing away from Ratchet.

"Don't make me chase you like last time, Bumblebee," Ratchet tells him.

Bumblebee just closes his eyes as he feels Ratchet grab his arm. "Ouch!" he whimpers as he feels it sting.

"Aren't you a soldier?" Ratchet chuckles helping Bee to sit down. "Here ... come on it's only for a bit."

"I ... I want to see Sam," Bee whispers, "or Prime."

"No ... not now, Bumblebee ... just let it do its work."

"What ... what work?" he stutters.

"Shhhh ... its ok, Bumblebee. Soon you'll see your, Sam" Ratchet reassured him.

"Mine," he smiles drowsily. "Sam is mine."

Today -

Bumblebee's blue optics widen as he quickly turns just in time to stop the long rod that is ready to hit him again.

"Ratchet!" he yells as his black fingers wrap around the rod ... keeping it still ... hanging over his head. "What ... what are you doing?"

"You shouldn't have seen those books!" Ratchet yells trying to hit Bumblebee again but quickly the smaller Autobot kicks him making him step back, and throws away the heavy rod.

"You hit me ... are you insane?!" Bee barks out trying to understand what's going on with his friend.

Ratchet grunts. "Why are you here? Go away!"

"No. Why did you hit me?!" Bee asks kicking away the rod as Ratchet tries to reach for it again. "And, no, I'm not leaving."

Ratchet yells punching the little, yellow Autobot causing him to stumble against some dusty wooden boxes. "I repeat one more time ... go away, Bumblebee!"

Bumblebee raises his blue optics toward Ratchet. "Now, I'm really pissed!" he barks out standing up while his helmet slides down to hide his face behind it.

Ratchet sees Bumblebee's hand disappear transforming into his cannon. "You are not going to do that, Bumblebee," he quietly says glaring at the young Autobot.

"Oh, yes. I'm so going to blow you away," Bumblebee hisses keeping his optics fixed on him. "Or you'd better tell me what you are hiding."

"I'm not hiding anything," Ratchet replies.

"Fuck you, it's not true ... what are those pregnancy books!" he yells throwing one toward him and then he sees ... he sees them ... flying up in the air ... photos that are now slowly falling toward the floor. "Sam-" Bee only whispers kneeling to stare at one of them. "What are these?!" he yells standing up. "Answer me now, you fucking liar."

Ratchet remains in silence but Bumblebee is getting tired of his silence. "Talk to me or I swear that I will destroy you ... I don't care about you ... Sam ... I care only about him. Why are you keeping fucking photos of him?"

"You wouldn't understand," Ratchet replies kneeling to pick up the book and photos.

"Try me!" Bee hisses slamming a foot on the book ... crushing it with his weight.

Ratchet sighs. "I was just curious about Sam ... that's it," he says.

"That's not true ... again ... tell me what's going on."

"But it's true, Bumblebee. You should know how much I'm interested in human culture and customs," Ratchet explains.

"Why Sam?" Bee asks menacingly ... because when it comes to Sam he's really jealous and possessive ... Sam is his ... he won't allow anybody to brush him off without a thought.

Ratchet remains in silence like he's pondering what to answer. "You are calling me a liar but you should be the last one to do that."

"What does it mean?" Bee asks glaring at him ... because now ... now there's this feeling ... this fury ... he wants to punish Ratchet ... he knows that something is going on but he still can't catch what it is ... and it burns to know that it most probably is involving Sam ... his Sam, that he swore to protect ... if only he could understand ... if only he could know what Ratchet has in mind ... what he wants from Sam because he is sure he's not interested in human customs ... not anymore. It's something more ... beyond that.

"Come on, Bumblebee. Do you really think that I didn't understand what was going on between you and Sam?" Ratchet points out. "You can try to hide it from Prime but not from me."

"Oh fuck!" So he knew, Bee is thinking... oh, yeah, he would have to be more careful about his relationship with Sam. "So ... so you knew," Bumblebee tells him while raising his helmet up.

"Yes, I knew ... what, do you think that I wouldn't understand, Bumblebee?" he explains. "That I wouldn't guess why you kept going offline sometimes ... orgasm, huh?"

And if Bee were in his holo - form he knew that he would be blushing.

"Oh, now you are silent ... if only Prime knew because you know that he doesn't allow that kind of relationship," he says with something dangerous shining in his optics. "Prime ordered you to protect the human. Keep him safe, not to mate with him."

"It happened and Prime should know ... should know that eventually it would happen," Bumblebee tries to answer.

"No there are no excuses, Bee ... he couldn't suspect that you would fall in love ... that you would mate with him," he replies, "and then we don't know ... maybe you forced him to mate with you."

"Fuck you!" Bee yells. "I didn't rape Sam ... it was consensual ... he wants me."

"But we are a superior race ... maybe you just controlled him ... made ... forced him to have sex with you," he keeps saying and Bee can see something strange crossing his optics ... a feeling crawling through his body ... through his system.

"You can think whatever you please, Ratchet, but I never hurt Sam," he says trying to restrain himself from blowing him away for ever thinking that he would rape Sam ... his lover.

"I covered for you, Bumblebee ... every time that you went offline ... that you orgasm ... maybe now it's time for Optimus Prime ... our leader to know," he hisses stepping forward.

"I don't care!"

"You should because you are an Autobot and he's your leader," he reminds to him.

"But you still haven't told me what these pregnancy books are," Bumblebee says grabbing one of them.

"They are for my studies," he says and Bumblebee is ready to reply when the big warehouse door slides open letting Optimus Prime enter.

"Oh, Bumblebee," he calls him before moving his optics onto Ratchet. "Is everything ok?"

"Yes, Prime," Ratchet rushes to say throwing the books inside a box. "We were ... we were having a discussion on humans customs."

"As usual," Optimus Prime says and for a moment it is like ... is like Bumblebee hears interference but it goes much too fast for him to catch and understand it ... its source.

"What about you, Bee?" Prime asks turning toward the yellow robot.

"Oh, I came ... I came to say, hi," he rushes to say because suddenly it's like he doesn't trust them ... he doesn't know ... maybe he's just stressed with this situation ... with Sam's pregnancy ... or maybe it's more ... but what? ... what can it be? He keeps asking himself as he shifts his look from Prime to Ratchet and then back.

"I ... I have to go," he excuses himself. "I have to go to take Sam to school," and with that he's out of the warehouse ... but ... but as he's walking away, again ... again, that interference reaches his radar and he stops and turns toward the warehouse ... but then it's gone not giving Bee time to analyze it ... find the source and reveal what its saying.

Bee is pondering when a sound makes him jump ... he quickly turns to stare at me knocking against the passenger window.

"Hey, Bee," I smile once I'm inside throwing my backpack in the back.

Bee leans toward me for a brief kiss but before he can start up the engine I cup his face turning it toward me.

"What?" he asks bending back his antennae like he does when he does something that he shouldn't.

"What's going on, Bee?" I ask passing my thumb on his lips.

"Nothing," he replies kissing it. "Do you want to go home?"

I shake my head. "No ... please, just drive ... I wouldn't mind to just stay inside the car for a bit."

He nods, then, smiling softly as he gives me a chocolate bar ... and I know ... I know that he has to excuse himself ... still, I don't know about what ... but he's giving me chocolate and not because I can eat tons of it but ... because he did something or he's thinking of something that he can't ... won't share with me. I'm ready to start a tantrum about how much I hate him not talking with me ... but then I give up.

"Ok. Really, Bee, you don't need to fatten me up ... because really I'm doing a good job about it," I laugh but don't resist opening and eating it.

We just drive for a while with me resting my forehead against the window as I slowly massage my swollen stomach through my sweatshirt ... then I turn toward him noticing that there's no music playing ... he's quiet ... driving ... not talking as he keeps his arctic eyes on the road.

My hand goes to rest on his thigh but he doesn't turn to stare at me.

"Talk to me, Bee," I whisper while caressing his thigh.

"I don't have anything to say," he shrugs while still driving.

"Ok," I sigh taking away my hand but he stops me.

"Please, don't take it away," he asks putting his large hand over mine. "I'm sorry ... it's just that I-"

"I know," I say continuing to caress my stomach.

"I ... I didn't want to expose you to any danger," he whispers while driving. "I ... I didn't want to get you pregnant and, honestly, I still don't know how this happened."

"Maybe it's really time to go to talk with Ratchet or Prime," I tell him and he tenses. "What?"

"They ... they are away," he replies licking his dry lips, "on a mission."

"Ah," I say leaning my head against his shoulder. "Maybe when they come back we can go to see them."

"Yes, Sam," he whispers kissing my forehead ... but still I can sense that something is upsetting him ... my Bee.

"Please, take me home," I sigh taking away my hand from his thigh and he just briefly turns toward me ... giving me a look like, "I'm sorry Sam but I can't say more," and I turn to stare outside the window ... at the life rushing through the streets and I think that lately he's starting to feel distant.

When we sleep ... well, when we sleep he usually embraces me from behind ... my back is going to rest against his chest and since he knows that I'm pregnant his hands are going to rest protectively on my belly ... like wanting ... needing to keep our son safe and sound. Sometimes he whispers ... talks in his own native language ... and it's strange but it lulls me to sleep ... to relax ... usually I don't ask about what he's saying ... I just lie there listening with a warm smile stamped on my lips as I drowsily let my eyes fall closed.

Other times ... other times especially after we've had sex I end up with him resting his head on my chest ... usually he blacks out taking a few moments to regain control over his overloaded system ... I caress his head while I wait for him to retrieve his online status ... and every time I just tease him in being able to blow his circuits ... then during the night when he becomes too heavy for me we end up with me between his arms.

I'm rubbing my eyes as I slowly wake up ... my room is dark and outside you can hear nothing except the light whispering of trees. I lick my dry lips while slowly turning toward Bee's side and notice that he's not there.

I sit up yawning and I notice that he's standing near the window just leaning against the wall while staring outside ... I rub my belly through my t - shirt as I get up ... my feet bare on the parquet as I slowly walk toward him.

I embrace him from behind resting my cheek against his shoulder blades. "Don't shut me out, please, Bee," I plea while softly kissing his shoulder blades.

He sighs leaning his forehead against the cold surface of the windows glass as I keep kissing his shoulders then going up his neck while leaving a wet trail ... then I blow hot air against his nape smiling as I feel him shiver.

"Talk to me please, Bee," I keep saying as my hands cup him through the thin material of his sweatpants ... massaging the bulge ... making him erect ... heavy in my hand as I cup him ... as I feel him hardening under my warm palm.

He moans as his large hand finds his way behind his back ... going to caress my swollen belly that is pressing against his lower back ... I wrap my fingers around his thick wrist and I lead him inside my boxers ... fingers lightly brushing my pubic air as I take a deep breath ... wanting more ... needing more.

"Bumblebee," I call him as my nails scratch his chest and nipples ... making him hiss and I don't know if it's in pleasure or not.

He turns and abruptly cups my face between his rough fingers. "Open your mouth," he orders quietly and I nod opening it while staring at him.

"Let me see it ... your tongue ... that strawberry that you have as a tongue," he roughly asks as I attempt to stick it out ... and then he leans toward me and, oh god, he's so erotic ... so manly as he looks at me with his eyes darkening in desire before he devours it... devouring my tongue, making wet sounds ... sucking at it with me just resting at his mercy ... one of his hands goes to cup my neck, pushing me against him more... more deeply ... deepen the kiss ... fucking my mouth as I let him do this ... as I'm on the verge of pushing him away because I can't breathe ... I need air ... I need him ... I want him ... crave for him.

He tears his mouth off mine and his lips are shining ... wet with saliva as he licks them while devouring me with his arctic eyes. My hand slides inside his sweatpants as I wrap my hand around his shaft.

"Bee," I call him as he licks my ear and then goes down kissing my neck ... his hand takes mine away from his cock.

"On the bed," he orders and I shiver as his rough voice licks my skin making me feel desired ... owned.

He joins me ... his heavy body over mine. "Spread your legs for me, Sam," he asks as his fingers dig into my inner thighs. "Let me slide between them."

I moan as he kisses me again ... as his hand cup my ass cheeks ... massaging them as he licks and sucks my tongue before lightly biting my puffy, red lips.

"I want you," I whisper as my hands slide up and down his back ... feeling muscles moving under my fingers.

He pushes two fingers inside my mouth. "lick them, Sammy" he asks without tearing his eyes off mine.

I nod starting to suck them ... getting them really wet as I close my eyes ... and he pushes them more deeply inside my mouth. "Gonna fuck you so deep," he hisses taking them out with strands of saliva coming out with them.

I moan spreading my legs more as my hand travels down toward my ass cheeks ... he follows it and then he grunts something that I can't recognize ... while he stares at my fingers against my asshole ... showing it to him ... spreading it for him. "Yours," I say.

He kisses me again whispering words hotly in his own language ... as his cock is pushing against my asshole.

I scratch his back and cry out as he penetrates me without any hesitation... his large cock stretching my muscles and makes me tremble with the effort, mixed with pain in taking it fully.

"I'm sorry, Sam," he whispers against my shoulder joint as he starts to push with me crying out in pain ... as he fucks me.

"Sam, I-"

"Shhhhh, Bee," I kiss his temple as he fucks me ... fingers digging into my hips as he steadies himself ... as his pelvis slams mercilessly against my ass.

"I didn't want to get you pregnant," he whispers kissing my nipples and I moan because lately they seem more sensitive and a bit swollen.

"It's your son ... our son," I reply licking my lips and humming in pleasure as he keeps assaulting my nipples.

"I know but I should have kept you safe and not exposed you to any danger," he pants continuing to fuck me roughly.

My hands go down cupping his heavy balls. "I love you," I say and he lazily smiles down at me.

"Me too ... much more than you."

I nod kissing him as my fingers wrap around the root of his cock ... stroking him ... feeling how it goes in and out of my ass ... the man ... the robot who got me pregnant, I think as a warm sensation washes over my body ... as my belly rubs against his stomach.

I moan throwing back my head as his pushes increase of velocity ... going deeper ... impaling me, and then he leans forward and roughly whispers against my ear. "Look at you, Sam ... pregnant with a beautiful belly and you are mine ... I made you this ... yeah, spread your legs more for me. Let me see how hungry you are for me."

I never knew that sex with a car ... with a robot would be so intriguing and risqué ... with me lying under him ... letting him spill life inside my body ... and then I come as he slams his palm over my mouth preventing me from screaming my pleasure out loud ... to let my parents know that someone is fucking their son as a hot splash of cum hits his stomach and mine.

He throws back his head as I spasm around him ... as I milk out his orgasm making him come inside me. His hand slams down on the mattress while he rides his orgasm ... letting him take whatever he wants from my body ... filling me with his essence ... the same that got me pregnant.

We kiss for a long moment just sloppy and wet kisses as we enjoy the after glow and this private moment that we are sharing between us ... as outside we can hear nothing ... just the light whirring of sheets against our bodies ... the light squeak of the bed under our weight and wet sounds as we kiss.

He lazily smiles as his head goes to rest on my belly. "Hey, little one," he says while tracing strange patterns with the tip of his finger ... hearing through his sophisticated radar. "Yeah, I can hear him ... or her ... eheh."

I sigh caressing his head as a warm sensation spreads through my whole body making me smile softly as I stare at him all taken in talking with my belly ... with our son ... and then he raises his sparkling arctic eyes and looks at me in a loving way.

"Where I would be if not here by your side," he says then embracing me. I remain in silence as he softly kisses the nape of my neck and his hands close protectively over my belly.

Next morning I find my mom staring at me as I'm eating a big slice of bread with jam and butter.

"What?" I ask mouthful.

"You don't know who I met yesterday," she whispers sitting in front of me with a steaming cup of dark coffee.

"No ... and I'm too much sleepy to guess," I reply while I slowly keeping chewing.

"Ashley with her mother," she rushes to say with huge eyes and I cough choking.

"Sam?"

"No ... oh whoa, really, mom?" I fake the surprise in my voice.

"Yes, but I think that you're wondering why she stopped going to school," she tells me leaning forward towards me.

"No ... oh, yes," I rush to say.

"Well ... ehmmm ... she's pregnant," she explains with a disgusted face.

I choke again. "Oh really?"

"Yes, Sam. I saw her with her mom and I quickly noticed that she was pregnant ... her belly is huge," she adds while shaking her head. "Oh my, she's only 18 years old ... still so little."

I remain in silence as my heart is beating fast and my mouth is suddenly dry. "I think that I would make her abort ... or ... I don't know ... what shame ... she's only a teenager and I don't think that she has someone ... a boyfriend." I get up as a wave of nausea crawls through my body making me dizzy.

"Sam?" she calls me but I can't reply to her as I run toward the bathroom making it in time to throw up.

I try to regain my breath as I slide down to the floor to sit against the tile. "Bumblebee," I cry out ... hoping that he can hear me wherever he is now.

He climbs the window and stares at me in disbelief. "Sam, what-"

He kneels in front of me and I lean forward to throw my arms around his neck. "I'm scared, Bee," I cry.

"I'm here, Sam," he whispers caressing my head ... trying to calm me. "What happened, honey?"

"I ... I can't," I cry out. "She wouldn't understand."

"Who?" he asks as his antennae cocks up.

"My mom told me about Ashley," I hiccup as he wipes my eyes with his thumb.

"Ashley?"

"She ... she's one of my friends ... and ... and she got pregnant," I explain while trying to breathe normally. "My mum saw her and she told me that she was disgusted by what she saw ... her pregnant."

"Oh, Sam," he sighs kissing me softly on the lips. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you."

"Shhhh ... don't talk Bee ... you ... you couldn't know," I cry out. "It happened ... it's just that I don't know what to do ... look at me I'm pregnant and my belly is now starting to become more evident. I don't know how I will be able to hide it anymore."

He smiles softly sliding a hand under my t - shirt ... massaging my belly. "Please, calm down ... this is not good for him."

I nod sniffing. "Don't ever leave me," I whisper as I slowly relax under his touches while raising up a bit my t – shirt. "I need you ... we need you, so much," I say while looking down at his large hand caressing my belly.

He nods. "Never Sam ... you know where my place is."

I smile knowing that he will not let me down ... that he will be beside me ... he loves me ... the father of the son that I'm carrying.

He kisses me as he takes my t - shirt off. "No ... no, Bee. I ... I need to go to school," I moan as his hands find my tender nipples ... massaging them.

"You'll be in time," he reassures me while he unzips his jeans. "Fast like a Camaro."

I chuckle taking him out. "Really, Bee. We don't have time to fuck."

"But to jack me off ... oh yes!" he lazily smiles licking my lips.

I lick my palm then stroke him slowly as he marks my neck with mouth and teeth ... making me his ... owned.

"Make me come," he roughly asks as his mouth finds my nipple starting to suck at it.

I moan putting a hand over his head as he keeps sucking it. "I want you to come on my belly," I pant. "Just come on my belly."

He nods while rubbing the tip of his cock on my belly ... leaving wet trails of pre - cum while harshly breathing against my neck then his antennae picks something up as I see them bristle and he abruptly stops.

"What?"

He quickly turns toward the bathroom door noticing that it is slightly open. "I ... I thought that I heard something."

I shrug as my hand is wrapped around his cock. "Didn't you closed the door?"

"I came from the window," he replies while licking his lips ... then he rises up tucking his cock away inside his jeans.

I wipe my hand over my t - shirt lying on the floor next to me. "Maybe it's better to go to school," I say standing up and he nods.

As I go walking out toward the Camaro parked under the kitchen window I don't see my mom staring at me and Bumblebee.