A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to write this one out! But I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it. ;) And thanks again to optimus prime 007 for letting me borrow Kacey again. \m/ Hope it was worth the wait! Peace!
Give In To Me
I refused to start laughing as soon as I cut the connection with Bumblebee and placed the cube of energon I was drinking back down on the table and opened up a connection to someone else. Or rather, two someone's. Because the twins are the only mechs who could possibly be involved with my mech stuck in a tree. Or I know to get one over on Bee and get away with doing it so spectacularly! I clamped my lips closed; ignoring the tickle I could feel rising from trying to keep it in as I recalled the sheepish way he asked for help. And how long it had taken him to do that. Instead I focused on trying to get through to Sideswipe, getting his hail back straight away.
'Kacey! What can we do ya – '
'What did you do to Bumblebee?' I cut him off, getting straight to the point while standing up from my seat and striding out of the recreation room and out to the front entrance of the base. I was sorely tempted to transform and get there a little quicker. Especially when I heard Sides laughing over the link and even more images appeared in my mind of Bee strung up in a tree. Oh slag, did I want to see that! 'He's just asked me to go and help him because he's stuck in a tree, Sides. Explain and quickly.' I ordered.
He laughed again and I heard Sunny this time. 'We didn't do anything to Bee,' He said, un-convincingly. 'He got into a little, err, accident during his mission so we helped him out some, is all. Trust us, Kacey, you're gonna love us even more for it. We were doing him a favor.'
'And getting back at him for his prank on you the other month, too, I suppose?' I checked, shaking my head at the way they spun the tale to be in their favor. They must have some serious material on Bee to not be afraid of my wrath coming down on them for doing whatever it is they did to him. Any other time they would have been ignoring my calls or coming out with some stuttered excuse before they do a runner from me for a few days. But I always get them eventually; and they know it.
'. . . Maybe.' Sides cut in slyly, snickering over the connection. I could picture them high-fiving each other and quickened my pace, stepping out into the waning sunlight looking around for Bee. 'Where are you?' He asked once he finally muted the laughter. I strolled down the dusty dirt path in Bee's direction, picking up on his energy signature not too far ahead.
'On my way to get him. Why?' I shot back, my optics saw something bright catch on some sunlight and wink in my direction, momentarily distracting and stopping me.
'Just asking,' He quickly said. 'Gotta go; tell Bee we said hi. Oh and Kacey?' He called suddenly. 'Don't cry too hard.' He snickered and was gone. Leaving me even more curious than I already was. Picking back up my pace I headed out into the direction Bee had said he was, pushing Sunny and Side's laughter and jokes to the back of my processor so I could concentrate on Bee. And what it was I would be going up against when I got to him. The most puzzling being how he was stuck in a tree.
But I soon found out.
As I got closer to ground zero, my optics honed in on the tree where a tangled in chains Bumblebee hung, swaying backwards and forwards with birds perchedon his door wings, helm and shoulders. His armor sparkled and the faint hint of a flowery scent came to me on the breeze. He had a very sheepish, embarrassed and frustrated look on his cute faceplates where he was hanging. Not stuckin the tree or even tied to it. Just, hanging there for however long it took for his pride to take a backseat and let him call me for help.
I was speechless; dumbfounded. And needing to laugh so hard, I could already feel tears slipping down my cheeks unchecked. And then he spoke up.
"Help?" He asked in a small, wounded voice.
And that was it, I broke! Huge wracking laughs shook my whole frame so violently my legs gave out and I collapsed to the grass with wheezing intakes and thumping fists, the breath knocked right out of me as I clawed at the ground for some control. I'm the future Prime; I'm supposed to be poised, set an example for others and learn to control my emotions! But all that flew to the wind when I looked up and saw him pouting even more and the laughter that was starting to dry up came back with a whoosh and knocked me back down to the ground again. Oh slag it hurt laughing so hard! But I just couldn't stop! When I managed to clear my optics of moisture I looked a little closer and saw something Bee probably hadn't noticed.
A flower too small to really stand out, tucked behind his audio receptor, completing the gift-wrapped look, Sunny and Sides had given me. How could I be mad at them for such a thoughtful present? Maybe later, but definitely not right now. Somehow managing to get myself back up to my feet, I raised my hand and tried to keep the humor locked away while I sent a quick message to the twins.
'Very thoughtful of you, guys, thanks. But don't think I'm through with you once I get him down,' And I stared up at my mech. "Oh, Bee . . ." I giggled, tears still escaping.
"Had enough fun laughing at my expense?" He asked huffily, obviously embarrassed and chagrined I'd laughed at him instead of being sympathetic. Because I was, I had all the sympathy in the world for him. But if he could see himself, just hanging there, tied up and looking as adorable as ever. And just as . . . helpless. So completely helpless, he needed me to rescue the mech wrecker. Dropping my hand from my mouth, I looked at him again. Only without the humor and with a more – intense look than before.
A helpless Bumblebee wrapped in chains; I could feel my interface systems starting up already! "Kacey – ?" He asked warily, snapping me out of ogling his shining impressive form and back up to his baby blue optics. Optics I could easily lose myself in.
"Yes, I'm done laughing," I answered finally, slowly walking over to him with swaying hips and a deliberate step, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips, my optics locked on his. Judging from the way his widened and followed my every move, what I was deliberately provoking was working. I love Bumblebee and will bond with him one day. But it doesn't mean he's not completely clueless sometimes. He's had his moments. Luckily this time, he seemed to get it. "You know, I'm not so sure I want to get you down, Bee. You look good just hanging there . . . " I trailed off, staring up at him under half lidded optics.
He coughed to clear his throat. "It's not exactly comfortable," He said, his voice a little strained.
I shrugged and bit my lip, drawing it in through my teeth provocatively; his intakes hissing slightly. "No, I don't suppose it is," I commented, stepping underneath his feet and looking up at the distance between us. With my arms raised high they wouldn't be able to touch his feet. So I turned on my thrusters to a low burn and hovered high enough to grab them, my fingers tickling over them knowing how sensitive he is to having them touched. He squirmed slightly but otherwise stayed still and silent, waiting for me to slowly climb higher. My hands traced up his strong legs and over his thighs, digging into the crevices of his armor every now and again. I stopped and hovered in front of his interface panel, lightly brushing my hands over the already warming plating and stared up at him. Giving him a suggestive look.
He swallowed and coughed to clear his throat again. Oh how I was enjoying having him so vulnerable.
"Seeing you like this is giving me some wicked ideas, you know," I slowly said, creeping higher until I was hovering in front of him, my hands going out to tiptoe over his chassis. I looked him over the same way a mech does a femme as she walks past him in the hallway or when they're over-energized in the recreation room. Only, my look wasn't just full of lust and want for Bee. I had a deeper emotion fuelling it too. And flaming the fantasies too. "It's very tempting." I sighed.
Dragging myself back to the reason why I was there, I softened the blazing look I was sending him full with desire and looked up at the chains keeping him suspended in mid air.
"How do you get yourself into these things, Bee?" I asked lightly, dropping my hand from where it was caressing his face and rising up to the branch they'd done a good job of hoisting him to. I followed where they were locked and tugged and pulled, finding them looser than they probably first were. "Okay, hang on . . . I think, I might have it – " I gritted, pulling the knot they'd made."I've nearly . . . got – Oh!" I exclaimed when the chains suddenly unravelled and Bee plummeted to the ground with a yell, still tightly tied up in the excess chains, landing on his feet just to get taken down by his own momentum. I clapped a hand to my mouth to stop the laughter again.
"Oops, sorry, my bad!" I winced, descending back down to where he was laying on the ground spluttering and groaning. I stood over him. "You okay?"
He seemed to do an internal scan of his systems and nodded. "Yeah, I just have a wounded pride. Something killing the twins will cure," He grinned, rolling onto his side and climbing to his feet with my help. "Can you get these chains off me? I've had enough of them for one day." He scowled down at the restriction, wriggling in them like that would do any good. I didn't move to help him just yet, choosing to move around him, admiring him from all angles first. Before I stepped forward, running my hands down his back and between his door-wings and causing him to still. I traced down to where it would take for me to un-chain him.
"I don't know, I quite like you wrapped in chains," I whispered in his audio receptor, making him shudder beneath my hands. "Maybe I can still find a use for them," I continued, pulling the chains loose, letting them fall to the grass, while still keeping some in my hands. Bee stretched and flexed as soon as he was loose, shooting me a glance out of the corner of his optics. Armor popped back into place and gyros whined. "Actually, I know just what I want to do with these things." I stepped forward and quick as lightening, I wrapped the chains around Bee's wrists, shackling them so he couldn't pull them free.
He was so taken aback by my speed and agility; he didn't have time to pull away. Why would he. , after all? He trusts me. "Kacey!" He yelped, tugging on the chain and giving me a questioning glance.
"I'm nowhere near finished with you yet," I slyly answered, my voice darkening with a deep craving and need. Giving an experimental tug on the chain still left, Bee lurched forward in surprise catching his balance quickly. "My turn to have some fun." The only warning he got before I turned and marched off towards the woodland surrounding the base, the chain Bee was shacked to the other end of, slung over my shoulder casually, making him walk along behind me like the good obedient mech he is.
I walked with a smirk on my faceplates, listening to Bee's sometimes fumbled steps as he followed behind me. When I felt we'd gone deep enough into the forest and far enough away from the base at that, I started looking around until I found what I was looking for. I tugged on his hands again, shooting a wink over my shoulder to him before I made off for the thick old tree I was looking for. Just before reaching it, I came to a stop and pulled Bee up to me. His optics full of curiosity and something indefinable. But I didn't have time to figure out what; I just pulled him down to me and kissed him.
He sighed instantly, his wrists straining at the chain so they could roam over my body like I was doing to him. Digging into the crevices of his shoulder armor and stroking the wires and cords there. He moaned against my lips, relaxing beneath my hands. I kept the kiss slow, sensual and in control. Even though part of me wanted to unshackle his hands and let them free with how he was responding, I still somehow pushed that aside. The fire that had flared to life when I first saw him had been burning and roaring hotter as we walked away from where I found him. So I pulled away from the kiss before my actions copied my emotions and my fun could be over before it started.
Bee was speechless as he stared at me fuzzily. Chuckling, I gripped his shoulder and turned him around, my smirk never faltering as I pushed on him hard enough to send him sprawling to the ground with a yelp and crash.
"Perfect!" I grinned, grabbing up the chain tied to his hands, lifting his wrists above his head and wrapping the chain around the base of the tree before he could get his senses back from not only the kiss, but the fall too. Once I had him where I wanted him, I stood back and surveyed him, tracing my optics from his feet and up his strong, powerful thighs, to his wide tempting chest hungrily devouring everything I could see with my optics. Tracing in my processor just where I wanted to kiss, lick and stroke. When I locked my optics with his, he jerked from what he saw, trying to sit up.
"Where do you think you're trying to go?" I giggled, pressing a foot to his chest and pushing him back down to the ground. "I have you just where I want you, lover."
"The look in your optics . . . Kacey, I – "
"Love you too, Bee," I cut him off, stopping him from saying whatever it was he tried to say. "So just lie back, and let me have my wicked way with you. Please?" I pouted for good measure, staring at him with half-lidded eyes, taking my foot off his chest and backing away. I stepped down to his feet, nudging one with my foot; losing the pout and coming back with the grin. Having left Bee speechless again, I dropped to my hands and knees, staring up his body to where he craned his neck to look down at me. Partly in excitement and partly with fear. "Don't be scared, babe, I won't hurt you – " I stroked my hand up his leg, sneaking a finger into a crevice and nicking a neural wire making his leg twitch. " – Much."
"I'm not scared. I'm just – " He stuttered, dropping his head back to the grass and staring up at the Twilight sky. He hissed when my hand crept up the inside of his thigh, dusting over his increasingly heated crotch plate. "Going to do as you say, Ma'am."
"Good mech." I cooed, sliding my hands up and over his armor, anywhere my hands wanted to be.
The colour may be bright, but it suits my mech perfectly. Complimenting his sweet nature and belying his strength and courage when he goes into battle. Everything about him screams out to me. Touches me deep within my spark. Makes my interface systems rev and burn from wanting him, in me, around me and with me. I scratched my fingers down over his hip hungrily with the thought, my fans whirring to compensate. I flicked my optics up to his face, his optic covers shuttered and his hands balled into tight fist above his head. I willed myself to relax my hand and knelt down lower over his prone form devilishly.
But as I did so, I cloaked myself so he couldn't see me. Bending lower still so I was hovering over his crotch plating, I skimmed one finger over it slow and determinedly before blowing cool air making him twitch and moan beneath me. Serves him right for dangling so helplessly from a tree and igniting such desires and fantasies within me, I internally grinned.
"Kacey?" He asked; his ruff voice surprised at not seeing me.
I sat up and laughed at him looking down and around me. When he heard me laugh, he zeroed in to looking just over my shoulder, his optics narrowing but not hiding the bright flash of his optics at catching on to my little plan. "Mmm, such a delicate spot," I teased, my nimble fingers digging in-between his stomach armor and tickling the sensitive wires I found. He cursed and shifted, making our forms grind against one another. This time, it was both our intakes that hitched, the friction sending delightful shivers and powerful urges throughout my body, processor and spark. When I got myself back to my senses, I moved higher up his frame to straddle his hips. "You'll pay for that." I growled.
"Oh yeah?" He cheekily asked, looking towards the direction of my voice. "Is that a promise or just a tease?"
"I'll give you tease," I smirked, dropping down so my covered interface port grinded against his crotch plate again, tightening my knees on his thighs and leaning down so the top half of my frame was moulded to his, giving me just the right space to attack his sensitive neck. He really pulled on the chains when my glossa licked over his hot throat, nipping at exposed wires before kissing and licking away the raw intent and moving along his jaw. He tried to hold it together, tried to control the sounds of pleasure coming from his vocal processor. But I knew he was unravelling by the heat of his frame soaring into mine and the squirming beneath me, causing more friction to spark between us.
And then I wondered who it was I was teasing more. Bee or me!
I kissed his chest, my hands sneaking in to any crack and groove they could get to, sometimes being gentle, but mostly rough and out of control. Frantic almost. I thought I could keep my head as clear as possible and have as much wicked fun with Bee as I liked. But I was seriously starting to re-think that fantasy. Especially when I hit a nerve that had his hips bucking up in to mine and a deep growl to reverberate through his chest stilling my actions when my name was wrenched from his straining vocal processor. I gripped his chest, my nails scraping down his chassis predatorily, boiling over with the reaction I got from him.
My fingers were twitching to get on his door-wings!
"You like that?" I whispered into his audio receptor, moving my hips against his suggestively. Enough to get him suitably riled up, before lifting myself off so I could lean up and stroke his twitching antennae. He sighed at the gentle touch and his optics clashed on mine. For a second I thought he could actually see me, he was staring so intently. I felt his gaze slither over me like it was his hands instead of his blazing optics, touching my frame with reverence, care and love. Even though he couldn't see I was staring right back, he seemed to know I was. Judging from the way his gaze softened slightly and he quirked a smile. I hitched a breath and within seconds I deactivated my cloak.
"Bee . . ." I whispered, my spark rate notching up with that one look alone! I couldn't say anymore than that because I didn't have anything else. Other than to kiss him. Causing my internal temperatures to rocket even higher and my need for him to grow increasingly out of control! This kiss wasn't like the predatory game before, where I was staking my claim. This one was passionate, needy andburning! I wanted nothing more than to have Bee's hands roaming over my form with eagerness and lust. But I settled with delicately tracing over the scars and scuffs of his armor instead. And when I pulled away breathlessly, I still wantedmore.
His optics narrowed slightly when he saw my smirk that hadn't been there before. Until they widened slightly as I moved back down his hard, powerful frame. When I got to where I wanted, I ran my hand over his burning crotch plate and gave him a silent order. When he didn't obey, I voiced it. "Open it. I want to touch . . ."
He growled, but did as I said.
I eagerly took in the sight of his interface rod extending, my hands itching to touch and caress him. And before I knew what I was doing, my hand was wrapped around it and Bee's intakes wheezed and hitched. The power I had over him was over-whelming and addictive. Giving an experimental squeeze, his optic lids fluttered closed and his head dropped back to the grass with a solid thump. His barely controlled growl was all the incentive I needed. My hand moved instinctively, slow and sensually, drawing out his pleasure more and more each time I changed tactic, speed or pulled away. His hips pumped into my hand, while at the same time writhering and attempting to get away from me. It was making me hot and frustrated just seeing him like it! But I still continued with the torture on us both.
"Kacey!" His strained voice pleaded; his optics opening and begging me. "Please; stop. I don't – " He stuttered, his jaw tightening, leaves falling down around us from where he was so desperately pulling at his bound wrists, shaking the tree minutely. "Not yet." He finally managed to complete. His breathing uneven and very ragged.
I stilled my hand movements and studied him. He was tense with concentration and frustration. I wanted to pleasure him as he so often does with me. And after the awful day he'd had, he deserved it. But if he said stop, I knew he meant it. I could hear it in his voice. And part of me was torn. He so obviously needed it, but at the same time, I wanted to be there with him when he did overload. His expression was unreadable to me, but I didn't worry about it.
"Seeing as you asked so nicely . . ." I replied huskily, slowly drawing my hand up his rod with enough pressure to make his optics close again, until I drew away completely and placed my knees either side of him, my eyes hovering over his. I drew a finger down the center of his chest, my lips following the same path with light kisses and strokes of my glossa. Lower and lower still as if my hand would wander back to where it had just been having fun. Only, my lips doing the pleasure this time.
But that too tempting thought was short lived, when the sounds of the chains I'd shackled him to fell loose and a quick sudden movement where I was flipped to my back and trapped underneath Bee where he was leaning over me, quickly transpired just as quickly as when I shackled him in the first place.
"Primus!" I blinked, staring up at the very determined, almost feral look in my lovers eyes. "How did you – ?" I tried asking, knowing I hadn't tied them too tightly. But were not easy to get out of either. Only I didn't have the chance to finish before I was left speechless again when he gripped my wrists this time, pinning them above my head with one of his much larger hands, dipped his lips to my neck and began his own assault knocking my careful balance I had been trying to maintain completely off scale! "Oh, Bee!" I trembled, relaxing beneath him, to suddenly arching up to him. Desperate for his touch now I had it!
"I know what you want, Kacey," He breathed against my throat, blowing soft air over the areas his glossa and lips had been. "And I know just how to do it."
His words were not a lie, but a promise. And I shuttered my optics and gave in when his wet kisses travelled down the slope of my throat and to the soft swell of my breast plates, his free hand fondling and caressing me. Needing to be closer, much closer, I wrapped my legs over his hips, pulling him to be in scorching hot contact with me. His torrid, throbbing rod pressing against my covered port leaving me almost delirious for him! Fireworks went off in my processor and my body felt positively on fire!
"Bee!" I whimpered, feeling his deep chuckles against me, his hand wandering to trace the curves of my waist and dust over my hip. I arched into him again, my actions saying what my un-cooperative voice couldn't. That I wanted him! Needed him! That it was sweet, sweet torture to have him touching me. That I ached for more as his hand slid up my inner-thigh.
Playing and drawing Bee's pleasure out had already put me well on the road to being ready for him when the moment came. But the more he fondled me, his hand gripping my aft and squeezing before letting go and tracing low over my stomach, the more I wanted to shout for him! To show how desperate he was making me, bringing me down to a whimpering, needy lover. My hips rocked into his, making him growl and come away from where he was being so attentive to the curves of my breastplates.
"Kacey," He murmured brokenly, his hips pinning me back down to the earth so I couldn't move against him anymore.
"Please, Bee," I whispered, his grip on my wrists slackening to let my hands free where they instantly went to his back, rubbing at the joints of his door-wings and causing him to bow his head and bury it in the side of my neck with a sigh. I lifted a hand free, not wanting to leave his door-wings alone just yet, to cup his cheek in my small hand. I turned my head to whisper into his audio receptor. "I need you. I want you now! Please."
When he lifted his head and took his weight off me, including the feel and heat of his rod pressing against me, I uncovered my port, my optics saying it all.
In a move I didn't anticipate, he moved into position, his rod nudging at the opening ready and waiting to sheath him, his bright optics locked on mine. I fought to keep mine open, my hand still caressing his cheek lovingly. Until with a sudden cry of satisfaction and surprise that was involuntarily torn from me, he slammed into me. He silenced my screams with a kiss I again whimpered at. It was almost rough, untamed. But wholly passionate and loving! And I lifted my legs higher to wrap around his waist making him bury deeper inside me hitting the right spot and making us both break away from the kiss to cry out in near ecstasy!
Bee didn't need any more encouragement after that. I knew how close he was coming to wanting to overload already, and by his slow, steady thrusts, I knew he wanted to draw it out as long as possible for not only him, but me too. I met him with a natural rhythm, my hands clawing at his door-wings and pulling him as close to me as possible, his lips and glossa kissing and licking across my breastplates, my shoulder, my neck; anywhere he could reach. I wanted to have him pressed to me. To have my spark as close to his as possible! It was singing a tune so melodious and spell-binding; I felt tears spring to my optics unbidden.
His hands gripped my hips as he steadily grew in pace and power. Each time leaving me reaching higher and higher for him and my overload. My processor was a jumbled mess, my vision a blur but for a pair of ever bright blue optics guiding me through the chaos and euphoria. Gliding along on the frenzied wave with me. And his voice, as hoarse and broken as mine was, as he talked me into staying with him. Telling me he loves me, making the tears I'd tried to hold at bay to fall down my cheeks and moisten the earth.
"Kacey . . ." He drawled out. And I could hear it, in that one mention of my name, just how gone he was and that he couldn't hold back any longer. But it was the words he said to me that made me let go and ride out the storm of emotion, sensations and processor blowing eruption with him! "Give in to me!"
And with a solid hard thrust into me, I was gone! Flying through the heavens with Bumblebee in me, around me and with me like I wanted him to be!
"BEE!" I screamed, his roars of pleasure didn't seem to hit my audios as my own screams echoed around us, my fingers gripping into his shoulders and dragging to the point of pain as I held on for my sanity and life it seemed. My cries rang out until I couldn't breathe and the buzz in my audios became a whine. But it was my spark that was most alarming! It hummed almost painfully in my chest, reaching out to Bee across the distance, begging, calling to join him at last. And it was with great effort that I tried to control it and get it back to a not so frightening pulse as I slowly came down from the meteoric overload rocking through me.
Bee collapsed; his arms no longer able to keep him up and his weight settled numbingly comfortable across me. Still sheathed within me, the ebbing but tingling sensations of my overload zapped through my body making me relax with a dreamy, sated smile. When I first saw him hanging from the tree, the thoughts I had were far from innocent. But to have come to such a shattering overload like that . . . I was giddy! My arms fell off Bee to land on the ground beside me sluggishly as if weighed down by Ironhides cannons. The rest of me was feeling just as heavy and weak. My spark was a whole other story though.
"Primus, Kacey – " Bee tried saying, his scratchy voice muffled against my shoulder. He seemed in wonder, if not sleepy. "Remind me to definitely let you tie me up again." He chuckled weakly, somehow pulling himself up onto his hands and relieving me of some of his weight.
I pouted and whined, but too weak to lift my arms and pull him back down to me. He chuckled again and leant down to press him lips to mine softly. Peppering me with them before kissing my nose and unhooking my legs to slide himself out and off me. "Glad you liked it." I grinned eventually, my processor slowly catching up with me. He fell beside me heavily, his systems whirring and whining, retracting and covering his interface rod again. I covered my port and rolled into his side. He pulled me so I was half sprawled across his chest, my hand resting over his spark, my optics closing of their own accord. I could feel my automatic recharge systems trying to kick-in, but I fought it for a few minutes longer.
"Thanks for the rescue," Bee quietly murmured, his hand rubbing up and down my back beneath my wings. Rubbing small circles into the small of my back, making me completely relax into him. "And for completely turning my day around." He soothed.
I snorted indelicately at his comment and nuzzled into him. "You're welcome. And I owe Sunny and Sides a thank you."
"I never thought I'd be grateful to be pranked by the twins," He replied, almost wonderingly. "But in this case, I'm not complaining. Not that it means I'm letting them off completely. But right now, I'm thinking I owe them more a drink then an aft-whooping."
"Of course you're not letting them off. But can we leave the plotting until we've had some recharge? I'm fragged." I sighed, already starting up my recharge routines.
"Yes, you definitely are," He said with a definite grin in his voice. I didn't need to open my eyes to see it. But I did lift a hand and slapped him on the chest, quite pathetically for me. "Ow!" He whined, even though I knew he didn't even feel it. "You can kiss that better later." He murmured, pulling me tighter to him. He kissed me on the fore-plate and finally seemed to relax and give in to his own need for rest.
I only just caught the last thing he said before I fell into recharge myself. But I know I went to sleep with a smile on my faceplates.