Hey guys! I'm back from my little trip and I'm not sure, but this could be the last one for another while :( I'm going to NYC for 5 days!!! But anyways, I really think you'll like this chapter. Thanks to all the readers and especially the reviewers, because I love reading my reviews. To all of you anonymous reviewers, get a ff account so I can click on you!!!(That means you Raven, Nikki, and the guy who can't remember his name!) And for the silent readers, please don't be afraid to write a review, If you have anything to say, say it. Doesn't have to be pretty. Ok well, here's chapter 8! (Yes I'm pretty sure it is 8)

Deceiving Appearances

"Uh, no. I Didn't." Sam wanted to play along with his deranged neighbor for as long as possible. Whatever it was that Matt had followed him all the way out here to get, Sam didn't want it. Talking seemed to be the best option, and he didn't want to draw attention to anything that would lead to something… bad? "Because… Its not raining, or hot, at night." Ouch. Sam regretted adding the last bit.

"Oh and isn't it a beautiful night?" Matt took a large step closer, while Sam, almost in unison, took an equally large step back. "You may have been wondering what I'm doing out here." Sam had a pretty good idea. The guy had been watching him, following him. "Uhh, no." Sam looked around the empty street. He was so surprised there weren't any houses close to him. "Lots of people go for walks… at night."

"Well." Matt continued, more than a little annoyed at Sam's avoiding the topic, "Most of those people don't go for night walks with the soul purpose of catching the person they love alone. Do they Sam Witwicky?" He took another step towards the frightened Sam, who started looking around frantically for any gleam of help. There was nothing. "Do you know why I bought that house, Sam?"

"You got a new job?" Sam was starting to get desperate. He was thinking of making a break for it, but this Matt guy seemed to be in good shape and could obviously outrun him. So what could he do?

"Well you're not even trying!" Matt forced a laugh, but it only made him look crazier to Sam, who gave a short nervous laugh, before getting his courage up and saying, "Come on! You can't have spent all that money on that house just because it was close to mine!" Sam stared at Matt, who was staring back, listening intently. "There are plenty of other guys you could have picked, ones that are way better than me…"

"There is no one better than you, I've spent my whole life looking for you." Matt suddenly seemed less crazy. Maybe it was because Sam was flattered, but there was just something about his tone of voice that was so genuine. "Well, I'm already taken…" Bumblebee and Optimus ran through his mind, "You're how old? 24? 25? You could find someone else."

"There is no one else Sam!" Ok, he seemed crazy again, especially when he took another one of those very uncomfortable steps forward. "Who has taken you?" Crazy man cocked his head. Sam started to think. "A girl." He said, "You don't know her." Matt shook his head. "That wasn't the question. But it is beside the point. Whoever this girl is, is out of luck. You are mine now." Matt reached out and stroked the side of the boy's face. Sam was trembling.

"What are you going to do?" Sam had decided he was in too deep to try and play dumb again. Matt took his final step forward and was standing just inched from Sam. "I'm going to get." He reached his hand around Sam and grabbed his butt. "What I want." And with that he moved his hand up to the back of Sam's head and pressed their faces together. Sam was too scared to move. But, what was this? He could suddenly clearly see Matt's face, whose eyes had grown wide and angry.

Matt broke the kiss and stepped around Sam to walk towards the light. Sam had turned to face it, and had recognized the headlights. "Oh my god." Sam said, almost without using his voice. His crazy attacker had walked up to the side of the enormous truck, ready to yell at whom ever had disturbed him and his beloved, but before he could even see the driver the door opened with tremendous speed and sent the maniac flying into the nearby woods, out cold. Optimus Prime had, once again, saved the day.

"Optimus!" Sam screamed while running over to the still open door of the big blue truck. Sam hopped inside. "That guy was…" Optimus cut him off. "I know what he was going to do. It is something best kept silent." Sam was in the middle of hugging the steering wheel when a second pair of headlights arrived. This time though, they belonged to a yellow Camaro.

Bumblebee had been sitting in the driveway, staring at Sam's house for the longest time before he noticed something a little peculiar. Every night, Sam's light would come on, shut off, and leave only the soft glow of his laptop escaping his windows. This night, no lights had come on at all, so Bumblebee scanned the house as best he could, detecting only two human beings in the house, undoubtedly his parents. Where was Sam? He had gone to that house that day and come back angry. Had he gone back to straighten things out? Even though Bumblebee thought he should have noticed Sam exiting his house, he decided to take a look at the house that was two down from Sam's. Upon arriving seconds later, it appeared dark and lifeless, and his scan affirmed that there were no people inside. Where had they gone? Perhaps Optimus Prime would know….

"Hey its Bumblebee!" Sam was so glad to see his friend, he had forgotten all about him being slammed by it's door. Optimus turned around and headed for the overlook, only a few moments away by car, and Bumblebee followed. The door opened and Sam stepped out, allowing the transformation of Optimus Prime to his Autobot form. Bumblebee had already transformed and was laying on the other side of Sam, facing him. Sam was, within moments, surrounded by the two Autobots he had been intimate with.

"Guys this is," Sam was racking his head to find the right word. "Impossible." There it was. But the Autobots didn't look like they understood, so he tried to elaborate, "There's no way out of my situation. I can't pick one of you, I can't live without you. There just isn't anything I can do." Optimus and Bumblebee looked at each other, and Sam suddenly realized that there was something he didn't know.

"Sam," Optimus began, "Bumblebee and I have been talking and have decided that the best course of action concerning you would be…" Oh no here it was. They were going to leave him. His best friends were finally fed up with him. "… sharing." The robot finished. Sam gaped and looked at both of his Autobots. Was it really that simple? He could just have both of them?

"Are you serious?" Sam asked neither one of them in particular, but since he was currently looking at Bumblebee… "We both have strong feelings for you Sam. It would be unfair to cut either one of us off." Sam couldn't believe it. They just made everything so much simpler. But how were they going to…?

"Well, how would we…" Sam was laying back and looking up at the stars, unable to face either of them while asking the question, which was finished for him by Bumblebee, "have what you would call sex?" He was so blunt about it! They both were! "It's actually very simple." Optimus answered the question, "You can be in the middle." Sam looked at from one to the other and saw that they were dead serious. He had died and gone to heaven. "Do you wanna try that right now?" Sam asked to his robots, both of which gave their own sign of approval. "Well, I'm ready when you are."

Optimus laid flat on the ground, just as he had before, and every time Sam had done this with an Autobot. He was very curious as to how it would work with two, though. Bumblebee grabbed Sam and set him on Optimus' chest, before putting his knees on both sides of the larger robot and saying, "I never meant to hurt you with my door, Sam." Deep down, Sam had known that from the beginning, but was having some trouble analyzing his feelings. "If only I could find a song to say how much I forgive you Bee."

With that, both of their sparks were revealed at the same time, and Sam had never felt such strung energy. Bumblebee's chest was hovering above Sam and moving back and forth, while Optimus started throwing his head back and making his noises. Sam himself was starting to feel aroused. He clutched the metal robot under him and started to moan in pleasure. Nothing had ever felt this good. His whole body was lost in the feeling. Optimus joined his moaning and Bumblebee started grunting with every motion he made. The two Autobots then seemed to reach the height of their sexual encounters as arcs of electricity started to shoot out and make contact with Sam, who felt the best feeling imaginable where they touched him. In moments he was enveloped by all of the arcs, as all three of them reached their climaxes at the same moment, Sam's just a bit messier than the other two. Sam went limp and was lowered to the ground by an equally weak Bumblebee, who eventually settled down beside him. They were all so close, and Sam was asleep seconds after telling them he loved them more than anything in the world. It was the first time he had really finished it with either of them, or anyone for that matter. It was a time to remember.

Matt Sable rubbed his head as he stood up in the middle of the woods, not knowing exactly what had happened, or where he was. All he knew was that something got him before he could tell the truck driver to buzz off, so he could have his Sam. Matt stumbled around the woods for a good length of time, trying to regain his bearings. He was beginning to think he was headed in the wrong direction when he heard someone talking. "Guys, this is… impossible." It sounded just like Sam. Who was he with? Matt crept closer for a better look. Silently moving the last branch, he gaped at what he saw.