Series Title: The Five Stages of Love
Chapter Four: Intimacy
Pairing: Sunny/Bee/Sides
Rating: M
Warnings: creative language, heavy petting, intercourse, (MechxMech; don't like? don't read)
Summary: The sweetest bot on the Ark is bound to be able to love anybody, right? Even two violent minibot hating toughliners.
When Bumblebee onlined his optics next, he was in one of the private exam rooms in the back of the medbay. The lights were on low and the door across from the berth was clearly marked as 'locked', making the minibot wonder what had happened that made Ratchet put him in isolation, for lack of a better term.
Considering the announcement the twins had made, over the PA system no less, he had probably had a lot of visitors and the medic had gotten tired of chasing them off before they could wake him. Bumblebee decided that it was time to get up and slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position.
Surprise flitted through his process when the spy realized how much better he felt. His stabilizer didn't hurt and he didn't feel the least bit dizzy! 'Ratchet is awesome. I'm gonna go tell him that.' As he slowly slid off the berth, he heard muffled voices through the door.
"It's cruel." Prowl's normally calm tones sounded nearly acidic, freezing Bumblebee in place with one pede on the floor. "They've always picked on the minibots, Sunstreaker for personal reasons and Sideswipe because he supports his brother no matter what, but this is cruel, Ratchet." The medics reply was muffled and 'Bee quietly advanced to the door, hoping to hear more. "I hope you know that I can have Jazz down here in a spark-pulse and he can use Officer's rule 3, supplement 38-"
"If you want to see him you can wait until he fraggin onlines!" The medic yelled, making the yellow minibot, who was listening closely, nearly jump out of his armor. "What part of 'disconnected a main line' did your processor not process? He is recharging and will remain recharging until he wakes up, and there will be no outside interference to speed that process along!"
Before Prowl could reply, Bumblebee unlocked the door to the private room he was in, the loud click seeming to echo in the medbay. When the yellow minibot opened the door, he hadn't expected there to be more than the three mechs in the main room, but aside from Prowl, Ratchet, and Wheeljack; Optimus Prime, Ironhide and Red Alert were all sitting in various spots in the medbay.
"Are you alright Bumblebee?" The Prime's deep, soothing tones were like a balm in the room, the concern in them almost immediately dispelling the tension. "Did you really go into recharge with a disconnected line?" Nodding sheepishly, the spy walked into the room, glancing at his 'audience'.
"I really did disconnect a main line, sir, but it didn't hurt until I was coming out of recharge earlier this Joor. But I'm fine Sir!" Hastening to keep his words from depressing the Prime, Bumblebee smiled brightly at his leader, the admiration and affection he truly felt shining through his optics. Smiling fondly behind his battle mask, Optimus couldn't help but sigh.
"Bumblebee, I have to ask... Is there something more intimate than friendship going on between you and the twins?" The minibot shuffled his pedes awkwardly for an astrosecond, his optics glancing at the other bots in the room.
"Are you asking because of the announcement that Sides and Sunny broke into the monitor room to make over the PA system?" Prime nodded, standing to his full height and staring down at the yellow bot. Bumblebee straightened, raising his optics to stare directly into his leaders. "Yes sir, there is something more intimate than friendship going on between myself and the twins."
The large mech seemed to sag, his optics dimming and his shoulders slumping forward. "Bumblebee, every bot on the Ark knows that the twins love to play pranks and that the minibots are their favorite victims." Moving forward, Optimus clasped his servos behind his back. "It's not that I don't trust your judgement, but I truly do not want to allow Sunstreaker and Sideswipe to take advantage-"
"I love them." The room went quiet, Prime's rebuttal freezing in his vocalizer. Prowl and Red Alert both looked like their logic circuits were going to freeze up and Ironhide burst out laughing. "Despite what most bots think, I'm very selfish, and even if this is some cruel prank they're playing, I'll take what they'll give me for as long as they'll give it, because I love them."
He smiled softly, his optics brightening. "So really, I'm the one taking advantage of them, right?" Aside from Ironhide, who was still laughing quietly, the other bots in the room looked uncomfortable for a klik, no doubt trying to wrap their processors around the idea that Bumblebee wanted to be with the twins and that he had openly admitted to being selfish.
"It was upsetting, ya know? Loving them and being so fond of them and yet knowing that they would never see me like that. I tried my best to just be their friend, but I just couldn't stop myself from wanting more. Then they approached me and told me that they wanted more.
"Even if it's a well thought out lie or a really cruel prank, I'm going through with it anyways."
"I guess it's true, what the humans say." Wheeljack shook his helm, no doubt smiling fondly at the sweet sparked minibot behind his blast mask. "Love makes people, or in this case bots, crazy."
Bluestreak had witnessed the entire event in the medbay thanks to his monitor shift, from the twins bringing the yellow minibot in, to being present when the twins broke in to make their announcement, up to Bumblebee's confession, and being the overly talkative bot that he was and not being very good at thinking before speaking, the grey Datsun chattered about it into the audio receptor off any bot unlucky enough to be near him.
As the story spread around the Ark, not only of Bumblebee accepting the advances from the twins, but even wanting them, the two toughliner's were being released from the brig to clean the washracks as their punishment for breaking into the monitor room and locking Red Alert in a closet.
When the twins heard the rumors being spread by just about every bot on the Ark, that Bumblebee wanted to be with them even if it was a prank, they came to the realization that having been overly cruel to the minibots in the past, that they would have to make up for most of it, if not all, before anyone would believe them.
"I'm not being nice to Cliffjumper. Ever." Sighing at his brother's contemplative growling, Sideswipe just nodded. "Brawn is okay-ish. I don't really care about the rest of them. I can just ignore them, right? That's not being nice, but it's not tossing them."
"I like Toss the Minibot..." The red twin pouted, turning his helm to face his brother as they both scrubbed at separate drainage pipes for the washrack. Mucky filth and grime was jammed all along the inside of the pipes and though there were specialized tools to help grab or push the muck, they were both still getting dirty.
"I would get to grab 'Bee. Though I never tossed him at the wall, just in the air so I could catch him." Sideswipe smiled brightly, waving one of his servo's at his brother, despite the brown gunk covering it. "He always had the cutest blush on his faceplates whenever I caught him! He was fraggin adorable!"
The golden twin smirked at his brother's enthusiasm, doing his best to ignore the marks all over his paint job as he dumped another handful of muck into the bucket at his feet. "So that's why I never got to toss him. Because you were being selfish?" Sideswipe opened his mouth, no doubt to make a sarcastic retort, but closed it, his lips falling into a thoughtful frown.
"I was always afraid you'd hurt him..." Pausing, Sunstreaker glanced back at his brother. "I mean, the minibots really only ever got dings and small dents from being tossed, but I knew that you played the game because you wanted to hurt the mini's and I didn't want you to hurt 'Bee."
A sharp snapping sound made Sideswipe tanks twist in dread. Turning to face his brother, the red twin realized that he really shouldn't have said what he did. The golden frontliner had snapped his cleaning brush in half and was snarling in anger, his optics burning an unnatural dark blue as he advanced on his brother.
"I would never hurt 'Bee." Quickly raising his hands and trying to placate his violence prone twin, the red prankster backed away slowly.
"I know that now, but I didn't know it at first, right? I was... I was sure you hated every last minibot in existence, regardless of who they were!" He backed away again as Sunstreaker growled, lifting one of his servo's and balling it into a fist. "If I had known that you felt the same way I did, this wouldn't be a problem, would it? I mean, we would've done this earlier! Maybe even before we went into stasis for millions of years and-"
"Tha' long?" Both frontliner's went into battle mode, snapping their helms towards the door and crouching, ready for anything. The washracks were quiet as their systems immediately shut down any unnecessary programs and rerouted the energy to their battle circuits.
The quiet seemed to stretch on for breems, though it didn't take more than a few astroseconds, before a mech walked out of the shadows. Jazz had his arms crossed over his chassis, his visor on stealth mode, and a soft grin on his face.
"Ah'll admit, when ah was headin' down here ah was gonna maim ya, least a lil bit." He began to walk over to the toughliner's, chuckling as they both tensed, optics following his movements warily. "Ah mean, 'Bee's mah favorite minibot, ya know?" Their faces went from angered to enraged, optics narrowing dangerously and Sunny's brightening to nearly white.
"But so long as yah promise ta be good ta him, an' ah mean good, then ah don' have any problems wit' ya bein' wit' him." Uncrossing his arms, the saboteur smiled brightly at the twins. "He's off in his room righ' now, tha ones he's sharing wit' Cliffjumper?"
The twins began to relax, their battle circuits slowly shutting down and letting their more unnecessary programs restart. "'Bee's gonna be mighty lonely in them quarters wit' Cliff bein' on patrol for him." He turned and left the washracks, a mischievous glint to his optics.
The twins didn't need any more incentive and, quickly putting away the tools they used and scrubbing themselves down, the two hellions made their way to Bumblebee's room, ignoring any mech who called out to them.
Hound nearly managed to corner the two, no doubt wanting to ask about the announcement they had made, but the twins dodged around him at the last second, pushing Mirage back at the scout, which was followed by an indignant protest from the noble. Once they got to 'Bee's room, the two reached down to the access panel at the same time and paused.
They knew the codes to the yellow minibot's room, just as they knew the codes to most of the rooms on the Ark, but they didn't want to barge in there if he was sleeping. Staring despondently at the door, both sighed before turning to walk back to the rec room and get the third degree from the rest of the crew.
The doors behind them swished open, a short yellow form ambling out. "H-hey mechs." 'Bee seemed nervous as the two toughliner's whipped around to stare at him. "U-uh, Jazz commed me. Said you were sorry about something? I was gonna head down to the washracks to talk to you, but since you're here...?" He tilted his head to the side, getting slightly flustered as the twins remained quiet and motioned for him to go back into his room.
He slid back inside and watched warily as they followed him in and the door slid shut behind them. The mini's room was only about half the size of their room, but they had been given one of the larger rooms so they could have more things in there to entertain themselves and keep from getting bored.
One side of the room was covered in small collections of various items from different planets around the universe and the twins knew that was Bumblebee's side of the room because Cliffjumper could never be bothered to collect anything that wasn't a weapon. The two didn't glance at the other side of the room, not wanting to break optic contact with the smaller mech in front of them. From the way Bumblebee was trying to not look at them, the twins knew they had some explaining to do.
"'Bee-" Sideswipe went quiet as he realized that for once in his life-cycle, he had no idea what to say. He had been in love with the yellow minibot in front of him for so long, that he wasn't sure if he could put the emotion into words, words that he wanted to say, needed to say, to reassure the mini that this wasn't a prank, that they were serious.
"When you smile, the entire room seems to light up." Bumblebee and Sideswipe both stared at Sunstreaker as he moved closer to the smaller bot. "It doesn't matter how many times I get slagged in battle or what any bot says to me, when you smile, especially at me, I feel like Primus himself just hugged me." Optics widening, 'Bee opened his mouth to reply.
"When you laugh, I feel like laughing just because I'm happy that you're happy. When you're upset I can't help but want to hurt whomever decided it was a good idea to hurt you." Kneeling in front of the stunned bot, Sunstreaker softly grasped one of his servo's and lifted it to his faceplates.
"You're always there; happy, helpful, kind, giving, gorgeous, smart, funny, and perfect. Amazingly so." Bumblebee's faceplate was a mixture of awe and reverence, a combination the twins knew he had only ever directed toward their leader, Optimus Prime. "I consider myself lucky to be able to see you every joor, to be considered your friend. But I want more."
"We both want more and we're sorry that we didn't say something sooner." Words began to spill out of Sideswipe's mouth, a bundle of things he didn't know he could say with a straight expression. "We want to online next to you every morning, to hear your voice say our names over and over again."
He knelt next to his twin, grasping 'Bee's free servo and cradling it in both of his. "We want to be with you for as long as you'll have us, which I hope is forever." Glancing up at the quiet minibot, Sideswipe was happy to see a small smile on his faceplates.
"Wow..." There was no blush across his cheek, but both toughliner's knew he felt incredibly embarrassed, simply from the way he lowered his helm. "I-" He squeezed their servo's and lifted his helm, a bright glow to his optics. "I want more, with both of you." Both mechs surged forward, each kissing a separate cheek and pushing the surprised minibot backwards, towards his berth.
He landed aft-first, a surprised squeak issuing from his vocalizer, before the twins clashed for half an astrosecond, each trying to kiss his lips. Sideswipe was the first to back off, nuzzling down to his neck cables instead and biting them.
A soft moan broke free from Bumblebee's mouth, despite how Sunstreaker was pressing their lips together, and the toughliner's shivered at the delicious sound, their engine's revving. The minibot was making sure to give as good as he received, his digit's dipping into seams and stroking wires softly, teasingly, before curling around cogs and stroking over them.
Both twins moaned as each had one of the minibot's servo's pressed into a seam on their side. Bumblebee giggled into the kiss he was sharing with Sunstreaker as the golden twin traced his tongue over his lips, asking for entrance, and brought one of his stabilizers up to press against the frontliner's interface panel, loving it when the golden twin's engine revved again.
A sharp pain in his neck made the minibot's gasp into the kiss, rocking softly and, oddly enough, enjoying the sting. There were signals in his HUD reminding him that he was on light duty and that he shouldn't push himself, but he pressed into Sideswipe nonetheless, loving how the red toughliner bit down again, growling possessively and sucking hard.
Sunstreaker, certainly not a mech to be ignored, kissed Bumblebee harder, biting and nibbling at the minibot's swollen lips. Sideswipe licked the bite he had left on 'Bee's neck cables, moaning softly when the minibot's servo's left his side and dipped into a seam on his hip plating and began to twiddle the wires.
The twins had had plenty of lovers before, but none of them had had servo's that were quite so talented. Bumblebee mewled above him, pressing forward into his brother with a shiver, and he had to glance up to see what was going on.
Sunstreaker had one of his servo's on the minibot's helm and he was roughly pinching one of the pointed yellow horns, a grin visible on his faceplates through the kiss he was sharing. Sideswipe immediately reached his servo up and gripped the other horn, Bumblebee releasing a loud mewl and bucking his hips, much to the pleasure of the twins.
The yellow minibot had to pull away from the golden frontliner's mouth as his vents began to whine, warnings flashing in his HUD that his systems were over-heating. "I... I'm gonna overload already, fraggit all." The twins smirked at him as they traced random patterns over his frame.
"I mean, it's been a while since I had attention like this so it's a little overwhelming. Not that I don't want to, because I really, really, really want to I just don't think I'm going to last too long and I'm totally pulling a Bluestreak right now, aren't I?" The curious look in Sideswipe's optics made Bumblebee's faceplates flush.
"How long has it been?" The red twin leaned forward and kissed at the bite on 'Bee's neck cables again. "And what mech do we get to slag for fragging you?" The minibot giggled and leaned away, trying to get his processor to cool down as Sunstreaker idly traced imaginary lines over his codpiece, the touch barely there.
"I think it was a few vorns before we went into stasis and we were both really overcharged, Bluestreak and I." Both twins stuttered slightly and leaned back.
"Vorns before stasis? Did you really just say that? Oh, 'Bee! Now I know we really should've told you earlier." The red toughliner moved forward and kissed the yellow bot, pushing him further onto the berth so they could both loom over him.
The overly-talkative Datsun was a good friend of theirs and they wouldn't be too mad at him for interfacing with their minibot, but they would have to make sure that he knew that he wasn't allowed to do it again. Bumblebee moaned loudly, the sound causing the twins engines to rev again, as the toughliner's straddled one of his knees each, touching and kissing every micro-inch of his upper frame.
The minibot's cooling fans were nearly screaming at this point, as they hadn't calmed much during their talk interlude, and the sound of Bumblebee's interface panel sliding back wasn't heard over them. He arched upwards, mewling and whining, as a digit traced the edges of his valve, which was already dripping with purple lubricant.
Sunstreaker slowly pushed the digit in, marveling at the sheer tightness of the minibot's valve walls, wondering if they would ever get him stretched enough to take either of their cables, when the yellow bot beneath them nearly screamed in overload, his frame shuddering and steaming slightly.
Glancing upwards, the golden twin realized that his brother had taken one of Bumblebee's sensory horns into his mouth and was sucking on it loudly. As the minibot rode out his release, the two toughliner's continued to map out his frame with their servo's, keeping him in that heated bliss for as long as possible. When the charge release ended, Bumblebee slumped back, his vents sputtering softly and his optics offline, his processor going through a short reset.
"Why didn't we do this sooner?" Sideswipe whispered to his twin, his own fans whining and trying desperately to cool down his frame. "And your digit is still in his valve, ya know."
"Because we didn't know the other felt the same, on all accounts. And I know." He grinned, pushing another digit in as the minibot's optics began to brighten. "We're not done yet, Sides." Bumblebee shuddered at the words, a bright smile curling across his faceplates and sending both of the toughliner's sparks racing.
"Round... two?" The minibot didn't need to say anymore, as the twins started their ministrations up again, smiling happily and with no small amount of lust. Sunstreaker began to scissor his digits, pulling and pushing them out of Bumblebee's lubricant soaked valve and grinning at the look on the minibot's face.
Sideswipe was toying with the releases on either side of the yellow bot's spike, sucking on a sensory horn and running his digit's over seams in the bot's backplates, pressing just enough that the pressure was pleasant, but not enough to build a charge. Seeing the red twin's game and knowing how to combat it, Bumblebee took drastic measures.
His servo left the toughliner's hip and pressed into the seams around his interface panel instead, stroking the overheated wires and making Sideswipe buck his hips. "Fraggin' Pri-Primus!" His panel immediately slid open as Sunstreaker pressed another digit into the minibot's valve, grinning all the while about how Bumblebee was capable of revving them up while being revved up himself, which the toughliner's knew took quite a bit of concentration.
Then the golden twins digits graced over a set of sensor's in the valve surrounding them and the yellow minibot bucked wildly, throwing his helm back and moaning. Unable to handle how hot Bumblebee was when he was in the throes of passion, the mech slowly withdrew his fingers, glancing down at Sideswipe pressurized spike.
"You first...?" He panted softly. "Or me?" The red twin shuddered and pulled back in an attempt to angle himself, but stopped as he realized something. He wanted to go first, but he knew that Sunstreaker's issue with minibot's was the only thing that had stopped the mech from pushing his own spike into Bumblebee's prepped valve.
"You-" He panted again, leaning more to the side as the minibot's digit's slid further into the seams around his panel. "You first, I guess?" He was still giving his twin the option of backing out, but what the yellow bot beneath did next surprised both frontliner's.
"Both of you... Please?" He tried to slide towards the golden twins digits again, his valve feeling empty without those skilled appendages pressed into him. "Just slowly, but both of you. Please..."
Sunstreaker's panel had already slid back and his spike had been released, pressurizing quickly. The connector hub of his interface cable pressed against the minibot's opening, slowly stretching the soft metal as it slid inside and the golden twin groaned at the feeling, throwing his helm back with his cooling fans whining loudly.
The valve was incredibly tight, like nothing he had ever felt before and he wondered vaguely if 'Bee was always this tight or if it was a trait he shared with other minibot's. "Are you sure you... Can handle both of us?" He pulled out shallowly and thrust back in, trying to push himself further into that inexplicably tight heat. "You're so tight."
The minibot whined and bucked his hips, letting Sunstreaker's large spike press into him, as Sideswipe played with his sensory horns. "Y-yes... Just slowly-" He moaned as the toughliner's spike began to press against the same bundle of nerves his digit's had found earlier, shuddering at how delicious the stretch was.
The golden twin was being slower and more considerate than he had ever been with a partner, but Bumblebee didn't know that. He didn't know how hard it was for the twins to take their time while interfacing, but considering how long it had been for Bee, they knew that his panel and all of it's components would need a good warm-up before the real workout.
Pulling out slightly, Sunstreaker pressed a digit in to sit beside his spike, trying to see just how tight the minibot was, and groaned at how it was nearly impossible for him to slide the digit past the rim of the valve, the heat around him seeming to tighten even more.
He could swear it was like taking a virgin, although he knew Bumblebee wasn't one, and he pressed the digit in further, trying to stretch the minibot who was rocking against him and moaning loudly. Sideswipe pushed the yellow bot up, much to the surprise of both of his berth partner's, then slid in behind him, grinning and running his fully-pressurized spike across Bumblebee's aft.
Pressing another digit in as the minibot groaned and tried to relax his valve, Sunstreaker felt his twins digits stroke over the same area, where they pulled his servo away and took over the task of stretching the little yellow bot. All three were making heated sounds by this point, rocking against each other with abandon, their processor's feeling short circuited.
Then Bumblebee wrapped a small servo around Sideswipe spike and guided it to his valve. "N-now, please... Won't last much -ahnnn- much longer!" The red mech pulled his digits out and began to press his spike in, right when Sunstreaker magnetized his spike and fully connected to the minibot. Keening and grinding his hips, Bumblebee pulled himself up and slammed down, forcing Sideswipe's spike into his valve.
"PRIMUS!" Yelling, the red twin arched upwards, pushing his partner's into sitting positions when he felt just how tight the minibot was around his cable, especially when his brothers was in there as well. "Oh, Primus... Primus..."
"St-stop calling m-me that, Sides'." 'Bee giggled and rocked his hips again. "And move!" Obliging his minibot, and hoping they would do this again soon, Sideswipe rocked his hips, his spike rubbing and twisting around Sunstreaker's, making the golden mech groan.
Their servo's had taken a break for the last few astroseconds, while their processor's tried to recall basic functions, but they renewed their petting, the sensations doubling through the connections taking place in their interfacing.
Sideswipe had taken one of Bumblebee's horns into his mouth, sucking loudly, and his brother was biting the other, denting the metal and growling possessively. 'Bee's servo's dug deeper into the seams he could reach, stroking over-heated wires and petting transformations cogs.
The three of them overloaded quickly, still plugged into each other, and the toughliner's groaned at their minibot's screams, their fans whining loudly enough to be heard in the hall. Falling sideways on the berth, the three of them slipped into recharge, the twins surprised that they had overloaded hard enough to be too tired for a second/third round.
But they would make up for that, over and over and over again, in the near future.
Cliffjumper was glad that he had 'cleared the air', as the humans say, with Bumblebee earlier. After explaining what he had meant by staking a claim on his aft, the yellow minibot seemed a lot less tense and had even thanked him for trying to protect him.
Now, listening to the odd sounds coming from the room he shared with Bumblebee, Cliffjumper stood frozen outside the door. His fellow minibot had screamed only a klik ago, although the scream certainly hadn't been one of pain, and Cliffjumper was unsure as to what he should do.
It had been a long day with far too much drama, ending in a long patrol with absolutely nothing to distract him so he really wanted to go into recharge but-
"Hey CJ!" The red minibot turned to see Jazz sauntering towards him, a bright grin on his faceplates. "Ah jus' wanted ta let ya know, ah got a room set up fo' ya, cause ah'm not sure if ya wanna go in there ta-night." Nodding, the soldier didn't even voice an objection, simply followed the taller mech away from the door as an odd whining sound came from his room.