DISCLAIMER: I unfortunately don't own transformers, if I did Megatron would be my bitch….
:] Hopefully this chapter is as good as the first one! Enjoy :]
Megatron looked down at the 'bot in his servo's and smirked. The young Camaro had kicked, screamed and even bitten Megatron where possible, and demanded to be taken back to his comrades. However, Megatron's smirk continued to dominate his face plates, as Bumblebee grew tired, and eventually fell asleep in his arms, cycling in air in time with the roar of Megatrons engine. Now with Bumblebee peacefully sleeping, Megatron took his sweet time to intently study the others' rounded face plates and innocent, but closed optics.
Noting every scratch, scar and dent on Bumblebee's helm, Megatron almost dropped out of the sky as his spark tugged gently in the Autobots direction. Concentrating on his flight path, Megatron viciously shook his head to rid himself of the unwanted feeling. He has never felt 'spark' attached to anyone, and didn't plan on starting to now.
Dragging his hungry gaze away from the recharging Autobot, Megatron noticed the familiar lair and hideout that all the Decepticons called as 'home'. Grumbling to himself, Megatron deftly flew through the air and landed with a dull thud. The sound vibrating throughout the area.
Lecherously grinning to himself, Megatron carried the immobile Bumblebee bridal style in his strong arms, completely ignoring the stares he was receiving from his soldiers.
He would deal with them later, for now, he was looking for one specific mech, that would allow him to see into the deep thoughts of Bumblebee's mind.
Finding Soundwave typing away on his monitor, Megatron demanded his thirds' attention through his mind. Soundwave in turn raised his head and looked at his leader, giving a slight nod of understanding, Soundwave went back to his work. Megatron would call when he was needed.
But for now, the tyrant himself, took Bumblebee to his quarters alone, and gently placed him on the edge of his berth, and making the quick decision of chaining the yellow 'bot there, just in case. Megatron left silently, the door hissing open as he left, with heavy foot-falls, down the corridor.
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Bumblebee woke slowly, with heavy optics, and a dull pain in his processor. Rolling to the side of his berth, Bumblebee jolted sharply, as his frame braced, expecting to land on the ground, as his berth was only tiny. However, Bee was greeted with a wide expanse of a never ending berth.
Jerking upwards, Bee pulled his legs up close to his chest and shivered slightly, as yesterdays memories came flooding back. Including the trip Bumblebee spent in Megatrons, warm, strong, comforting… Bee shook his helm desperately, refusing to think of the silver tyrant like that, he had killed millions…
Bumblebee mumbled to himself and tried to stand, only to fall back down hopelessly on his aft. Looking up, Bumblebee only then noticed the chain wrapped around his wrists and tied to the spacious berth.
Sub- spacing a piece of wire, Bee quickly got to work on unchaining himself. He had no desire to be in this room changed when Megatron came back.
Idiot.. Bumblebee grumbled to himself as he assessed Megatron's 'chaining abilities'. He's chained me in a way that it's so simple to escape from that it's impossible. Still… He's a Decepticon, he can't be that intelligent…
Bumblebee grinned as he quickly got to work, wondering if all Decepticons were as intelligent as their leader, but the grin and his light-hearted humour quickly faded as the thin piece of wire in his servos snapped in half, leaving Bee with no other makeshift key.
Sighing in both irritation and fear, Bumblebee settled to glare at his restraints. Hoping deep in his spark that the damn thing would just crumble and burn under his gaze.
It didn't.
Smacking his head against his immobile hands, Bumblebee sobbed uncontrollably. Desperately wishing for his Autobot companions, and to be anywhere but here. Lifting his head up and seeing his helpless reflection in the polished steel wall, Bee let his head fall down again, not wanting to see himself so contained and grounded.
Another sob left his lips, as he pulled himself into a tiny ball and wiped away the tear rolling down his face-plates with a single servo…
Bee opened his optics, unaware that he had even closed them, to look down at his freed hands, then looked up to the chains.
A grin broke out over the yellow face-plates once more as Bee questioned Megatrons intelligence.
I mean seriously… He thought, Who the frag forgets to tighten the cuffs on a prisoner?
Silently creeping around the spacious quarters, Bumblebee checked every window- that he was tall enough to reach that is- only to find them all locked. Glancing at the re-enforced steel door, Bee dragged his gaze across the room, looking for anything that could assist him in escaping, however to his dismay everything in the dull room was bolted down. Sighing, Bee glanced to his right, and his optics were instantly met with the shape of Megatrons desk. Slowly making his way over to the huge desk, Bee paused every couple of steps, not willing to get caught by the fearsome warlord, he valued his life to much to get caught snooping.
Just as Bumblebee reached out with open servo's, his audio's picked up heavy footfalls, quickly making their way in his general direction.
Shrinking back in fear and horror, not once thinking that there was probably hidden camera's in the room, Bee crouched down low behind the berth, and drew his legs up to his chest.
Don't be Megatron… Don't be Megatron… Bee desperately wished to Primus that whoever was walking down the hall with such purposeful strides would just walk past, or leave him the hell alone.
However, Bumblebee's fear was quickly forgotten as a sharp and sudden pain behind his right audio shattered any of his coherent thoughts. Reaching up- in hopes that the pain would stop- Bee stroked his aching helm. Bee knew why his head was aching, it was just his spark demanding to be with his born-to-be bonded.
Even now, Bumblebee knew that the Cybertronian word tattooed behind his right audio would be showing,, it always did when it hurt or when his emotions ran wild, however, he had learnt at a young age to hide it from others with just a thought, and it appeared as if it wasn't even there.
Bee sighed and lowed his head, still stroking his audio.
"Why him…?" He whispered to himself. "Of all the mechs the All Spark had to chose from, it had to pick him…"
Bee felt his optics grow heavy, as the question in his processor repeated itself over and over, finally succumbing to his much needed sleep, Bee slumped against the edge of the berth and curled into a ball, while his mind still chanted;
Why him…? Why him…?
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Megatron quietly scanned the Autobot in his arms, as he carried the yellow 'bot to Soundwaves quarters. He had calmly opened his door, after punching the code in, to find his berth empty. Anger had quickly seeped through him, anger at himself for not tightening those damn chains, and anger and Bumblebee for escaping. It wasn't until he had walked around the edge of his berth and spotted the somewhat adorable yellow ball.
Megatron shook his head, ridding himself of his current thoughts, and growled lowly, causing Soundwave- who was walking in front of him- to turn around and give him a quizzical look. Glaring at his third, Soundwave calmly turned around and typed in the access codes to his quarters, and waited until Megatron had stepped into the room, to lock the solid steel door.
Dumping Bumblebee unceremoniously down onto the table, Bee woke up with a start.
"What the hell you slagger! That hurt!" Gently rubbing his aft Bumblebee looked around the bare room.
"Where the heck am I?" Demanded Bee.
"Answer: You are in my laboratory. Where I will have full access to your thoughts, past and present." Bee's head snapped to the side and Soundwaves monotone voice carried over to him.
"WHAT! You can't do this to me! That's… That's breaking rules!" Cried Bee.
"Query: Do you think that would stop us? We are Decepticons, not Autobots." Bumblebee sighed and glanced at Megatron who slowly tied down his feet, and immediately began to shake, knowing that nothing good could come of this.
"You could at least, keep my hands untied, so I could have the chance to kick your ass…" Bee grumbled.
"Silence! You", growled Megatron, whilst pointing an accusing servo at the tied up Bee, "will behave, and allow Soundwave to do his job. Soundwave, you know what you have to do. Report to me when you have finished here."
"Yes, Lord Megatron"
Satisfied that his orders might be follow by Bumblebee to some degree, that his orders will dictate Soundwaves moves for the next hour, Megatron left, with heavy footfalls and blatantly refused to spare himself a glance at the tied up 'bot behind him.
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Waiting until his leaders frame was hiding from view by the sliding door, Soundwave silently crept towards Bumblebee, where he quietly observed the potentially informative and now livid, Autobot.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" demanded Bumblebee, the human expletive feeling foreign on his tongue, but appropriate.
"Answer: Soundwave, observing tiny Autobot."
Bee rolled his eyes at the boring, flat tone of his captive, and completely ignoring the fact that he had been called tiny.
"Query: Does Autobot captive know my intentions?"
Bee froze, and Soundwaves monotone voice seemed to almost have an emotion in it, that alone was scarier than the question he had been asked.
"N…No…" Squeaked Bee, as he desperately tried to pull his legs up to his chest.
"Note: I have no intentions to harm. Only to download." Soundwaves visor brightened, at the thought of having more information to process.
"What do you mean by 'only to download?"
"Answer: I will delve into the depths of your mind, and extract all information I, or Lord Megatron, deem necessary. Should you put up any resistance, I will have to use force, and that will hurt."
Bumblebee winced at the thought of having his most treasured memories forced open, and stopped breathing altogether when he realised Soundwave would be able to see everything. And that included his past, and his born-to-be bonded.
Oh slag.. Im fucked….
"Question: why is Autobot captive 'fucked'". Soundwave tilted his helm to the side, as he tried to understand Bumblebee's racing thoughts, but only managing to catch small segments at a time.
"You wouldn't understand… You'd probably kill me if I told you, heck! You will kill me once you find out" Bumblebee, closed his optics together and squeezed hard. Desperately trying not to let the energon tears run down his face.
Soundwave just continued to observe Bumblebee as he stepped closer, standing directly behind Bumblebee's head, where he could easily focus.
Soundwave turned his head in Bee's direction, as he heard a slight sniffling noise. His visor dimming to a soft glow as he saw a lone tear run down Bumblebee's cheek.
"Note: Whatever information you have held in your processor, I will not execute you for. However the same cannot be said for Megatron."
Bee just nodded, feeling that in some way, whether it was intentional or not, Soundwave was trying to soothe him, just like a sparkling.
"Observation: Autobot needs to relax, otherwise this will hurt. I will start now."
Bee relaxed as much as he could, grabbing onto a fond memory, and focusing on it, hoping it would distract him from any unpleasant feelings.
Soundwave, efficiently sorted through Bumblebee's most recent memories, orders from Optimus, Autobot plans and their tactics, and where their base was located. He tried to move through them quickly, as not only did he have to witness them, but Bumblebee had to as well.
However, Soundwave focused on a particular memory, of Bumblebee stroking his right audio in the park. Bee's mind instantly launched into the memory of Megatron and Bumblebee's kiss. Soundwave paused in his work, curious as to what was hurting Bumblebee behind his right audio, he had a hunch but just to be sure, Soundwave quickly delved into Bumblebee's past memories, determined to get his answers.
Bee shook, as he relaxed, allowing Soundwave to see everything his processor contained. His guilt rose ten-fold, as the Autobots were brought to the front of his mind, knowing that Soundwave was gathering every bit of information he could. Bumblebee was actually content to lie there while Soundwave worked, however, when the bigger mech paused over a particular memory, Bee started to shake with horror, as Soundwaves' presence loomed towards his past memories. And there was nothing Bee could do to stop him.
"Bumblebee. We will call him Bumblebee…."
"Bee! Don't do that you'll hurt yourself! Go on and play somewhere else"
"Bee! Come here please, your father and I need to speak with you, its very important."
"Bumblebee, my dear little Bumblebee…"
"Mum? Whats wrong?"
"Listen baby, you are a very special mech. Not everyone is born with what have, no one infact. It is very unheard of on Cybertron."
"You have been tattooed son. You have the name of a femme, or mech, behind your right audio. That particular Cybertronian will be your bonded. You can choose another, but you will never feel complete."
"Look sweetie I know your scared, but its…"
"Mum, please just tell me who it is!"
"Sweetie I would like to, but it would put you in too much danger"
"We can teach you to hide it though son. So you will be safe, for some time. Until you feel ready."
"Keep practising honey, you've almost got it!"
"Mum, I've been at this for years! Im never going to get it! I hate this stupid tattoo!"
"Son! You got it, you made it disappear!"
"I…I did?"
"Yes! It's completely gone! You may know who your bonded is now. Would you like to see him?"
"Yes! I would"
"Right then, you will see him in two weeks, at your fathers gladiator match."
"I didn't realise dad was so strong, or such a good fighter. I wish I could fight as well as him."
"Im sure you will honey, im sure you will…"
"NO!"
"DAD! NO! STOP! Don't hurt him please…"
"Bumblebee! Run! Get as far away from here as possible, I will help your father.""But mum!.."
"No, Bee go! He's after you, not me.. Go, run, hide!"
"You cannot hide from me, I can feel you…"
"Please… Please don't hurt me. I…I didn't want my father to die.. I..Im sorry…"
"Leave, before I kill you…"
"Mum…?"
"Bee? Sweetie is that you?"
"Yeh, hows dad?"
"He's good sweetie, he'll be ok."
"…Mum…?"
"Yeh, honey?"
"Who… Who was the mech that was chasing me?"
"That was Megatron honey, leader of the Decepticons."
"Why didn't he kill me?"
"Because.. Because honey…"
Bumblebee leapt up out of his bonds, his small wrists and ankles allowing him to slip through his restraints and to freedom.
Soundwave was completely knocked backwards and landed on his aft, not expecting Bumblebee to get free as he had been to wrapped up in Bee's past life.
He had almost found out…!
Bee ran to the door, which opened automatically for him, and slid out of his way. Bee skidded around the corner in a desperate bid for freedom.
To close… That was far to close…
Bee charged down the hallway, turning left then right, then right again, into a straight hallway.
This is where Soundwave caught up to him.
"Get the fuck away from me!" Screamed Bumblebee, as the bigger mech gained on him.
Bee turned a hard left, which almost caused him to run into two seekers, but he ducked and rolled under their wings and sprang up on his feet in the space of three seconds.
Quickly glancing over his shoulder, Bee noticed Soundwave slow down and give up chasing him.
Yes! Home free!
Bee's whole world came to a grinding halt. As he connected with something very hard and un-movable. Landing flat on his back, Bee wheezed, and desperately tried to suck air in.
"Soundwave, I assume you managed to extract all intelligent information?""Yes, Lord Megatron. Autobot plans, tactics, movements and bases were successfully scanned.""Good, your dismissed. I will deal with this little trouble maker here."
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Megatron roughly dragged the squirming Autobot back to his quarters, barely contained anger in his every footfall."Let me go! It hurts! Let me go you piece of undignified scrap! Let GO!" Bumblebee desperately tried to escape from Megatron's grip without damaging himself to much in the process. His spark was at stake here, who knows what Megatron would see fit as his punishment for escaping.
Megatron however, was currently loosing a mental war with himself. His spark, for some unknown reason, was screaming at him to release Bumblebee, to stop causing unnecessary pain. His processor however, was cackling with glee at the thought of the pain he could inflict on the tiny Autobot.
Megatron sighed.
Im probably glitching… I really should have more regular check- ups with Hook…
"For Primus sake, let me GO!" Bumblebee lurched forward, and sunk his denta into the delicate wiring under Megatrons arm.
Roaring, as the immediate pain shot straight to his CPU, Megatron punched in the access code to his quarters, causing the unoffending lock to spark.
Grabbing Bumblebee's arm, Megatron swung the feather-weight 'bot, into the wall, making sure that he heard the satisfying crack of a spark casing.
Bee slumped down the wall, quietly whimpering in agony.
"Don't touch me, don't fucking touch me you slagger!" Screamed Bumblebee as energon tears ran freely down his face.
"Is the little 'bot going to cry? Pull yourself together you worthless piece of scrap, pain allows you process that your still alive. Get used to it." Hissed Megatron as he reached down, grabbing Bumblebee by the scruff of his neck, and hoisted him to his feet.
Tossing Bumblebee over his shoulder, Megatron stalked to his berth. His spark screaming at him to dominate and claim the 'bot in his grasp thoroughly and completely, so no-one would dare touch his sweet little Bee again.
Dropping Bumblebee on his berth, Megatron pounced.
Megatrons wicked glossa, searched for and found the sensitive spot behind Bee's right audio and was rewarded with a low groan from Bumblebee, who unconsciously wrapped his legs around the tyrants thick, but strong waist.
Growling his approval, Megatron slowly trailed his glossa down Bumblebee's throat, then abruptly changed his course to Bee's soft full lips.
Bumblebee stiffened as he felt the silver warlords lips gently caress his own and relaxed again, the delicate and barely there touches desperately made him want to arch upwards and deepen the kiss. Ignoring his screaming processor, Bee stayed where he was, more than happy to continue kissing Megatron, that was until Megatrons glossa demanded entrance to Bumblebee's mouth, insistently licking Bee's delectable lips.
Moaning in need and horror, Bee slowly opened his mouth to Megatrons demand, only to find the giant mech nuzzling his throat.
"Come my little Bee, you look tired and need to rest. Come. You will recharge with me tonight."
Bee's optics widened, but closed in surrender as Megatron pulled him tightly to his side, and slung a lazy arm around his slim waist.
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Sorry for the late update! I will try to work on updating faster… I hope… Hope you enjoyed it! I will eventually stop leaving my chapters with cliff- hanger type things. XD