Barracuda and I told Tracer and Smokescreen the good news then got some tips on parenting off of them. Wasn t long before everyone in the base knew. I suspect Depth or Shadow were in on that. Admittedly deciding on alt modes and names for our twins was easier than expected. Waiting on the building of their bodies was tolerable enough. It was the watching how the medics moved the fledgling sparks from Barracuda to their bodies that had me nervous and anxious. Cuda was much calmer and collected, so trusting of the medics work that I was thankful for our connection. When our twins sparks took hold in their bodies the optics lit up on each, I was a proud Father. We got to take them home once the medics were sure all was well. I told Cuda that night that we had been blessed.

Time passes. The twins grow in stages. Cuda and I do all we can to teach them as well as just love them. Around their first birthday new occupants arrive in our base. Several of the Servabots come to live with us while Prime and their leader Tetra Reris are having talks on a unified army. Wasn t too long after they had settled in that Bebop pulled me aside with that serious look he got when discussing his tapes and getting close to them.

I think I got a problem. he tells me.

Okay, tell what that is. I reply.

Well, there s this totally rocking Servabot I want to get to know better. But I m not sure if my girls want to share me. he states.

I glance around, leaned close and whispered, You realize they already know by now anyway right? Listen, just let them come to you about it and hear them out. I think you may find your girls are accommodating.

Bebop nods, Yeah.. that makes sense. Thanks fish bot.

Right on cue, up walks Vixica who brushes against his leg and saunters away a distance before Bebop turns to follow her. I have a feeling his life is about to get a bit more complex.

Bebop was revisiting that feeling of nervous fear and excitement. The four were looking at him, waiting for him to say it. I would like your blessing, you permission, to seek a relationship with a Servabot.

Vixica spoke, the voice for all the tapes, You deserve to be happy Bebop, of course you have our blessing.

Thank you. Bebop smiles.

May we have the same blessing? Struthia asks.

Bebop was surprised but replies, You have it, I cannot be selfish and keep you for myself.

Now he wonders who they had their optics on! Whoever they were, they were keeping him clueless.
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The twins first birthday was approaching, which meant two things well three actually. First the annual kiss a stranger. Second, missions for single mechs for when the femmes were in cyber estress. And of course the birthdays to celebrate. I was full of mixed emotions and Cuda admitted she was too. The commander relaxed on who should participate in kiss a stranger considering how many couples existed in our base. So it was more of a voluntary thing. I decide I was out of that for good. It would just complicate things. Cuda didn t take part either. Though when cyber estress came around I got the full brunt realization of how it felt from my link connection to Cuda. She was torn between being my loving mate and her duty as a Mother. My solution was to involve a temporary guardian. The form that took came from a rather unexpected source. Forge was the eldest of the Servabots that was living in our base. She was happy to take the twins off our hands for the week. Considering she had risen children of her own in the past she was certainly qualified. Alone at last, with no worries, I could focus on my bond mate.

Seven days isn t a lot of time in the perspective of a Cybertronian life time. But they were crammed full with cuddling, kissing, talking, and love making. The night of day seven we were resting on the berth, just talking and kissing. The chime at the door took us both by surprise. Cuda stared down at me as the voice of Tracer came after the chime Can we come?

Uh sure, if you don t mind we are a bit indecent. I replied, earning a soft flick from Cuda.

The door opened, there was a nearly simultaneous moan from the two figures of Tracer and Smokescreen. The latter found his voice first, leading Tracer further in, Weren t kidding about indecent.

True Cuda and I were armor free in the important places, so that was indecent enough. There was silence as they stood near the berth, then he nudged Tracer, This was your idea.

Tracer snapped out of staring at us and smile, Yes, I know but you agreed to it.

So what s this idea? I asked, noting that now there were two new scents in the room that was mixing with our own.

I we.. Tracer began, looking flustered.

Cuda gasped, Oh my..

Tracer blushed, Smokescreen coughed, I stared at Cuda at what she projected over the link.

Woah.. really? I asked, Cuda flushed and nodded.

Tracer was already removing her armor, I wanted this since before you two mated.

Smokescreen added, And I since

Cuda smiled at him, I know don t have to say it.

I got the idea though, the mech hadn t been totally immune to her nude form while it was tortured and used by the Quints. Tracer sat down next to us, nude and so lovely. I really was struck by that... she was beautiful. What do you think about us sharing together? she asks.

Smokescreen removed his pelvic armor, then sat behind and to the side of Cuda. Cuda and I had a link discussion and as one said, We d like that.

Good. Tracer purred, I m just burning for those fingers Shark.

Cuda smiled at that as she pushed off of me. I shifted myself toward the head of the berth so I could adjust it. Giving both the foot and head of it an angle with a press of a button. Tracer waited while I did so, then climbed up to take her spot with her back toward my chest.

I want to watch them don t you? she asked, sliding her legs along the outside of mine.

Wouldn t miss it. I admitted.

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