Author's Note: Hey, I decided to upload it here too!
Cybertronian measurements according to 'The AllSpark Almanac':
nanoklik ~ a second
cycle ~ 1,5 minutes
megacycle ~ 2,6 hours
solar cycle ~ a day
orbital cycle ~ a month
stellar cycle ~ a year
Prowl went online.
If the haze clouding his processor was anything to go by, his recharge must have lasted way too long. The soft surface shifted under his faceplate as he tried to collect himself.
Wait. His berth wasn't that soft. What was he lying on?
He tried to move his servos, but they wouldn't budge. He froze, engine stalling, panic sinking low in his frame. His servos were bound behind his back! Something was holding his legs together as well, and he couldn't set them apart.
What? What's happening?
Perhaps Bumblebee or Sari pulled some particularly pesky prank on him. It had to be the case.
Had it?
Then why couldn't he escape the feeling something wasn't quite right about this situation?
Without any warning, the recent events came rushing back to him as if a dam had broken. His spark dropped, his entire frame going numb when he remembered.
Megatron deflecting the shuriken hurled at Prime's stasis cuffs. Optimus being thrown through the space bridge. And right after his unsuccessful effort, the intervention of Starscream's clone... Successful enough for it to be his last memory of the battle.
And, as his restraints showed, whatever happened after didn't go well.
Energon in his circuitry froze; what happened to the rest of his team? Were they safe?
Tugging on the restraints, an idea popped into his helm: the processor-over-matter technique! If it had worked earlier, it might work again.
Prowl hummed, sending vibrations through his frame as he focused on the shackles tethering him...
But nothing happened; the restraints didn't even loosen by a margin. They... resisted his technique, if anything. The Decepticons or whoever was behind this had made certain he could not flee... But he had no intention of giving up. If only he could reach his ninja stars...
He struggled against the restraints, bending his legs and arching his back, trying to reach his hubcaps. He was pushing his frame to the limits until he flipped over to the side, only to let out a surprised gasp when he saw a familiar yellow paint job. A mixture of relief and surprise washed over him.
"Bumblebee?" he asked, his voice, raspy from misuse, echoing in the room.
Well, it seemed he wouldn't be using it anytime soon either, for silence was his only response. He managed to sit on his aft and scooted towards Bumblebee.
His gaze swept over Bumblebee, taking in all of the details. Motionless he rested on his back, optics closed, and faceplate - relaxed. His servos were tied right in front of his chestplates, and his pedes were bound. A sigh of relief slipped through his lipplates. Bumblebee didn't even have a single little blemish on his paint job.
But his reprieve was short-lived as he gave him another once-over. Bumblebee had been manhandled by Scrapper and, later, cemented to the wall. How did he come out of this in such a good state? Primus, what happened after he had passed out?!
"Bumblebee?" he asked again, wishing he could shake him.
But, as before, Bumblebee stayed silent, deep in recharge, his engine humming softly. Prowl couldn't help but feel that something was escaping him. What were they doing here? And where was this here? Where were Bulkhead and Ratchet?
Something stirred behind his back, snapping him out of his thoughts. He whipped his helm to the source of the commotion and inhaled sharply.
Are my optics deceiving me?
Agent Blurr was right there on the far end of the berth, in the same condition as Bumblebee, tied and all. What was going on? He had seen this guardsman flying through the space bridge, and, on top of that, while being glued together with two Starscream clones. The questions kept piling up and up, and there weren't any answers.
It also struck him for the first time how large this berth was. It could fit him... a dozen times over? More?
None of it made sense.
"Blurr?" he said, watching him from afar.
Blurr's optics shot open. "Stay away from me!" he cried out, jerking in his bounds.
"It's me, Prowl, from Optimus Prime's team!"
Blurr paused in his thrashing, and all the movement on the berth ceased. "Ugh." He glanced around before looking at Prowl, his faceplate a picture of confusion. "Why am I tied like this? Why are you tied like this? Why is Bumblebee tied like this? Is this- is this berth?" he asked, raising an optical ridge.
"I have no idea," he replied wryly, fighting annoyance.
Blurr crawled over to him, closing the gap between them. His optics landed on Bumblebee. "Does he know anything?"
"I haven't spoken to Bumblebee since Earth," he said, wondering how much time had passed since then. "But how come you're here?"
Blurr's faceplate dropped. "I got caught by the enemy. That's all you need to know."
Prowl let his optics wander around, studying the surroundings. Except for the berth, the room appeared to be empty, offering no clues, whatsoever. Quiet and deserted, a ghost of a place. This silence, on any other solar cycle, would be eagerly welcomed. Now?
His instincts were screaming at him to get out of here.
"Could you look around us?" he asked Blurr, trying to push mounting dread aside as he fixed his sight on Bumblebee. Why was he still recharging? Why were the three of them here? And why them in particular?
Blurr complied without being told twice. "Nothing extraordinary," he said, looking like an Earth meerkat scoping out the view, just like the ones Prowl had seen on TV. "There is a closed door vis-à-vis. The room is very spacious and unfurnished, minus the berth."
Nothing cutting-edge.
Prowl nodded, contemplating the ceiling.
Blurr cleared his vocaliser, prompting him to look at him. "Your team leader, Optimus Prime…"
"Megatron threw him into space," he replied without missing a beat, but his spark clenched.
He doesn't even know if his team is alive.
Blurr nodded in acknowledgement, falling silent again.
He settled on his right side, and when he had just found some form of comfort, Bumblebee stirred next to him, fluttering his optics open. Prowl went still.
"P-prowl?" Bumblebee mumbled, blinking his optics.
"Yes, it's me! Are you okay?"
"Yeah, ugh, I'm fine, I think… but... Uh, what are you doing here? We were concerned," Bumblebee muttered, a bit detached, as if his processor was somewhere far away.
Prowl tilted his helm. "We? Are you talking about Bulkhead and Ratchet? Do you know where they are? Or where are we?"
Recognition flicked past Bumblebee's faceplate. He was already opening his mouth when Blurr chimed in, "Hello, Bumblebee."
Bumblebee gasped, his optics becoming round and big, like full moons. "Blurr?!" he exclaimed, darting his gaze between Prowl and Blurr. "B-but h-how? Guys, seriously, what's going on? Why are you here? How are you here? Why am I here with you? And why are we slagging tied up?"
He wished he knew how to answer the questions. He remained silent, watching Bumblebee try his restraints.
Blurr began instead, "Yes, that is correct. That's me and, respectively: that's a long story I might share with you one solar cycle, should we still be online, that is; we don't know; that depends on what you specifically want to know, but we can link it with your second and fourth questions; we don't know; we don't know and we don't know, but one can only assume it has something to do with being prisoners of war, which we likely are according to the state of the Autobots on Cybertron at the moment, but that's just a theory, mind you, not a proven fact. Got that so far? Well? Is there anything else you want to know?"
"Uh... wow... no, I think," Bumblebee mumbled, blinking. Blurr's answers seemed to dawn on him as he pulled himself into a semblance of a sitting position.
Prowl looked at him. "You said 'We were worried.' Who were you talking about? Do you recognise this place?"
"We? Oh, I was talking about Bulkhead and Ratchet. Obviously. And no, I don't know this place. Why would I? Duh."
"If you were with them, then how did you end up here without them? Bumblebee, just tell us everything you remember," he said, stern, needing to make some sense of their situation.
A heavy silence stretched between them as Bumblebee took a moment before responding. "Omega Supreme went offline, and the Decepticons captured Ratchet. Well, long story short, we ended up in a cell together. You too, Prowl, but you were knocked out the entire time. That clone got you good." He paused, frowning. "They let Sari and her father go… Surprisingly... At least they're safe." His faceplate dropped for a moment. "Anyway, eventually, Mega-jerk got the info he was waiting for, and we all space-bridged to Cybertron. They took you somewhere else while I was locked up with Bulkhead and Ratchet. We haven't seen you since then... Then the three of us were separated... I don't know about them, but I ended up in a medical office for... for something… The doctor put me into a stasis lock, I think? And then, the next thing I know, I can't transform nor use my stingers! Then I was put to sleep again, well, and that's it."
Blurr shuddered. "They either removed or disabled your T-cog. And your mods. The same thing happened to me."
And with that, his companions started to speak one through the other, scarcely getting a word in edgewise. He, however, was lost in his thoughts and wasn't paying attention to what was being said. If those two had their T-cogs either disabled or removed, did it mean his own one met the same fate? A transformation attempt in this bound state was a poor idea, but he could check something else.
Hologram projector?
Unresponsive.
Thrusters?
Disabled.
Comm. Links?
Dead.
What was I hoping for, anyway?
A long, tired exhale escaped him, catching Bumblebee's attention.
"What are you waiting for, ninjabot?" he asked impatiently, poking him. "Do that annoying sound! Just hum us out of those!"
Blurr cast him a doubtful glance. "Hum us out of those? What are you even talking about?"
Prowl sighed. "I can't. I tried."
Bumblebee's faceplate dropped. Then he remembered what he was up to earlier. "I have another idea. Bumblebee, remove one of my hubcaps and give it to me."
Bumblebee nodded, a look of hope crossing his features, before scooting towards his pedes.
An engine growl filled the room. Prowl whipped his helm to the source of the sound, only to see Blurr's less-than-pleased faceplate.
Blurr narrowed his optics. "I asked you something. What do you mean by 'hum us out'?"
He opened his mouth to explain, but Bumblebee had beaten him to it. "Prowl's humming opened his stasis cuffs after you flew through the space bridge!"
Prowl gave Blurr a hard look. "It's a cyberninja technique, but it apparently doesn't work on these." He flicked his gaze to Bumblebee. "Any progress?"
"Well…" he started hesitantly, biting his lower lipplate.
Blurr chimed in, unimpressed, "Your stasis cuffs must have malfunctioned."
What an infuriating bot.
Prowl ignored him as he asked Bumblebee, "What is it?"
"Umm yeah, about your hubcaps… They're gone."
Gone? His mouth opened, but the words died in his intake. A sinking feeling settled low in his spark chamber.
Bumblebee resumed his place next to him and lied on his back.
Blurr rose to his knees, towering above them. "Why go to all the trouble of disabling our T-cogs and mods, making us defenceless, just... doing all this?" he asked, shaking his tied servos for emphasis. The question hung in the air, but before anyone could break the silence, he continued, "Why would they take us alive? And who did it? Also, I don't see a pattern here. We're not exactly on the same level, you and I."
A wry smile bloomed on Bumblebee's lipplates. "It must be so hard for you, being stuck here with two mere maintenance bots."
"Well, first of all, you can't possibly-" Blurr scoffed, only for his words to trail off when the distant sound of the unlocking door reached them. His expression tensed.
"Help us!" Bumblebee yelled as he sat on his rear.
"Hush!" he murmured, flashing him a warning stare, panic rising in his circuits. Something told him that if they were found out, it wouldn't be anyone rescuing them. Fortunately, no one came running into the berthroom, summoned by Bumblebee's loud remark.
His intake tightened, nevertheless. Without his mods and weapons, he was as vulnerable as he could be to the enemy. And so were Bumblebee and Blurr. As an afterthought, he sat up. Confronting his foe while sitting had more dignity than lying down, after all.
Neither of them spoke a word, as the stomps were getting louder and louder. And when he turned his helm to look at Bumblebee, the door behind them opened. He tried to calm his pounding spark, but to no avail.
He wasn't aware of how much time had passed before their guest stepped inside, probably just a handful of nanokliks, but it seemed like an eternity when he finally showed himself.
Prowl froze. Bumblebee gasped. Blurr growled.
It was that one-opticed Decepticon, enormous like Megatron or Blitzwing. He had seen him on the screen back on Earth, during the space bridge battle. It was that Decepticon who pretended to be Longarm Prime, Bumblebee's friend. That Decepticon had sent the space bridge receiving codes to Megatron!
"Longarm?" Bumblebee whispered, a thick layer of disappointment lacing his voice.
"Shockwave!" Blurr snarled, revving his engine.
The con, Shockwave, stood in place, looming above them before taking a seat on the other side of the berth. Despite himself, Prowl pressed against the headboard.
"Enjoying the place?" Shockwave asked in a mockery of politeness.
Blurr jerked in his place, clenching his servos. "What kind of inequitable, disrespectful, and merciless treatment is this?!" he shouted. "What do you want from us!?"
"I'm not sure what makes you think, agent, that you deserve an iota of respect or mercy when it's quite the opposite."
An indignant noise bubbled up from Blurr, almost drowning out his growling engine. "Quite the opposite? Quite the opposite?! We're beaten! What do we deserve, then? A punishment?!"
Prowl stilled, trying not to aggravate this already dire situation, but panic was rising within him with every moment, with every Blurr's angry word.
Shockwave's gaze rested on Blurr. "Even though you are aware you are the last one of… your kind, you continue to play with fire."
For a moment, he believed Blurr would attack the Decepticon, restraints or not, but Blurr only narrowed his optics and pursed his lipplates into a thin line. Bumblebee shifted uneasily beside him.
Shockwave's words lingered in his processor. He spoke in a vague manner, but the message seemed plain. Blurr was the last member of... something. But what? The Elite Guard? But what did it mean, exactly? What happened to the rest of them? Were they stripped of their ranks, imprisoned, or...?
Shockwave chuckled, cutting into his thoughts. "You, in fact, are deserving a little punishment. For destroying the AllSpark or daring to impede my master's plans multiple times..."
"I thought we were friends…" Bumblebee said, his voice small and hurt and fragile. Prowl's spark twisted painfully at the sound.
Shockwave zeroed in on Bumblebee. "Oh, my dearest Bumblebee... If it weren't for your assistance in framing Wasp, I never would have seen the Autobot Commonwealth turn into... The Decepticon Empire. Thank you."
Prowl's engine stalled, his Energon turning into ice. The scale of the failure was now clear as solar cycle. They didn't just lose the space bridge battle. The Autobots... lost the war with the Decepticons.
Next to him, Bumblebee began to tremble, barely containing his sobs. Prowl wished he could throw his arm around him, comfort him somehow, even if it wasn't his forte. He slid closer to Bumblebee instead, gently pressing into his frame in reassurance.
"Do you know what this is?" Shockwave asked, holding a flask full of pills in his servo. He hadn't even noticed when the Decepticon had unsubspaced it.
He exchanged glances with Bumblebee before looking tentatively at the flask. Whatever was inside it couldn't be good.
"No," Blurr growled. Was it denial or defiance?
"Oh, don't be like that, agent," the Decepticon said in an innocent voice, twiddling the flask with his claw-like digits. "I specifically wanted the three of you for my little experiment."
Experiment? What kind of experiment? Energon in his circuitry ran even colder. Why us? There's nothing extraordinary about us.
"You're sick," Blurr spat out.
"Your compliance isn't mandatory. Anyway, time to remove your restraints."
Shockwave unsubspaced a small device. After tinkering with it, the restraints went loose a moment before slipping from his limbs. Once free, he rubbed his sore wrists. His aching joints screamed at him with the slightest movement, just as his spark did.
Prowl raised his helm to the Decepticon, only to be met with a chilly, sparkless stare. He looked away.
"Come here," ordered the con, addressing no one in particular.
He couldn't tell if it was Bumblebee's or his own frame that was trembling so much. Blurr pressed himself into him, his engine growling lowly.
"My patience is wearing thin," Shockwave said, his voice dropping.
And when none of them moved, the Decepticon got off the berth and took a place next to it, where they were hurdled.
Shockwave's claws lunged for Bumblebee's helm, leaving Prowl frozen like a cyber-deer in the headlights as the world stopped spinning. The Decepticon grabbed his chin, eliciting a whimper from Bumblebee.
"L-longarm, please…" Bumblebee whispered pitifully. Shockwave ignored him as he took the pill from the flask with his other servo.
Prowl's Energon boiled. Led by a sudden rush of panic and fury, he grasped the Decepticon's claw, trying to pry it off, his engine revving.
But the vice grip was unyielding, just like its owner. Never ceasing his efforts, he looked at Bumblebee. The sight of coolant escaping from his closed optics pierced his spark.
Shockwave chuckled before he used his other servo to push him aside, forcefully enough to send him flying backwards. With a clang, he bumped into Blurr, knocking them both over.
Still aching, he caught a glimpse of a terrified expression on Blurr's faceplate. The moment passed and he could only stare, helpless, his arms drooping, as the Decepticon unceremoniously forced the pill down Bumblebee's intake. After a confirmatory gulp, Shockwave released him. Bumblebee quickly crawled towards him and clung to his arm, shaking so much, Prowl's denta rattled.
"Do I have to go through this again with you two, or are you going to cooperate?"
Prowl put on a defiant expression. His hatred for that mech was growing like wildfire.
"I'd rather die than cooperate with a Decepticon," Blurr snarled.
Unexpectedly, Shockwave turned his helm towards him, a steely look fixed right on him. He held his stare, ignoring his Energon pounding in his audials, despite everything in him screaming to look away.
"I should have started with you, actually."
Why me?
Shockwave took out another pill from the flask, and before he could even react, the con grabbed his pede. A sharp gasp slipped from his intake. Something inside him sprang to here and now, and he lifted his other leg before bringing his heel down at the servo holding him. Shockwave grunted in pain, letting him go.
Swiftly, he scooted away until his backplates bumped into the headboard.
"So, you're a bit of a brawler," Shockwave stated flatly. "It doesn't matter, however."
It did matter.
Prowl sprang to his pedes and drew himself into a defensive stance. He cast a glance around at his companions. Blurr had his optics wide open, his arms dangling at his sides, but Bumblebee... Bumblebee was sitting with an unnerving, distant expression on his faceplate. Was it because of stress or that pill? Prowl turned his helm toward their enemy. The Decepticon kept a watchful optic on him, as if planning how to apprehend the unruly Autobot he was.
He revved his engine, trying not to think about how hopeless the situation had become. Shockwave cast him one last piercing look before turning his helm to Blurr instead.
"Don't you dare come near me," the bot snarled.
Shockwave chuckled, pushing the berth forward. Caught off guard, he lost his balance and almost fell over. Revving his engine, he quickly resumed his position. However, when the berth hit the wall with a bang, he fell flat on his front.
Had he only just pulled himself off the mattress when something roughly grabbed his left thruster. He thrashed under the grip, engine growling, in a futile attempt to escape. An enormous servo snatched his chin, tilting his helm up, and in short order, his torso was up. The Decepticon did it so casually, as if he didn't offer any resistance, reminding him of how pitifully outmatched he was. Anger and frustration filled his spark.
That powerlessness was... terrifying. But how could he be surprised? The Decepticons were always larger and more powerful than the Autobots...
Shockwave yanked him up some more until he was facing the red optic. A furious growl left both his vocaliser and his engine.
The servo grasping his thruster travelled to the back of his helm, the enormous claws wrapping around it. He tried to squirm free, tried to pry the claws off, but it was a pointless endeavour, as it had been moments before. Eventually, he dug his digits into the con's arm with all the strength he could muster. The Decepticon must have taken that as an invitation because he unceremoniously pressed down on his chin, forcing his jaws open. His optics widened when the con forced the claw inside. The servo holding his helm moved away, but the claw in his mouth curled, hooking his lower denta and keeping his jaws open. His engine growled in frustration, unable to even bite down on that unwelcome thing.
After what seemed like a lifetime, the con inserted something into his mouth, definitely that dreaded pill, then removed his claw and made sure he swallowed.
Without the servo to keep him upright, his frame slumped over on the berth. Was it because of the tremendous anxiety or the relief of finally being let go, he couldn't tell. Nothing except his fans' uneven whirring filled his audials as he battled to return to reality. But there was no fight left in him.
He didn't look when the con repeated the process with Blurr. Instead, he eventually pried himself off the bedding and crouched next to Bumblebee. He cuddled up to him, seeking comfort and attempting to provide some in return, even if it was a futile effort, a pattern that had been forming ever since he'd woken that solar cycle.
His resolve had died.
Shockwave went behind the headboard, his faceless faceplate a complete mystery. He unsubspaced a datapad before scribbling something down.
Prowl took a peek around at his companions. Blurr was sitting near him, his chassis pressed to his knees, looking frightened, something that just didn't fit this brave Elite Guardsman. He met his gaze. Looking at his resigned, terrified faceplate did not help ease his nerves. Bumblebee's expression wasn't any better, lacking its typical glee.
Prowl wrapped his arm around Bumblebee with a tired sigh. This entire situation was just... absurd. Should he be grateful he wasn't killed? But was this better? Being a part of some non-consensual experiment? Their predicament seemed so... surreal. What was Shockwave supposedly trying to accomplish here?
Snapping him out of his thoughts, Bumblebee extricated himself from the embrace. When Prowl cast him a quizzical look, Bumblebee was gazing at him with the most peculiar expression.
"What's going on?" he asked, leaning back on his palms and stretching his pedes in front of him. At least his joints weren't on fire anymore every time he dared to move.
"I don't know…" Bumblebee muttered, his optics fixed on him with a weird intensity.
Something about Bumblebee's gaze made a tingle of... excitement ran down his backstrut. What? He shook his helm, trying to shoo the sensation away.
But when he returned his focus to Bumblebee, he found him still staring at him with that piercing gaze…
No, it was… smouldering. Tantalising.
Even if he wanted to, Prowl couldn't look away.
What was going on? What exactly did that sick Decepticon give them?!
Bumblebee drew himself closer, their faceplates almost touching each other. His spark skipped a beat as he locked his optics on the round ones right in front of him. Another new detail, instead of their typical azure colour, Bumblebee's optics were now a shade darker, with their white pupils blown wide.
"Your optics..." he muttered, soaking up in the heat emanating from Bumblebee's frame.
"What of them?" Bumblebee purred, any sign of distress gone, as he leaned closer to him, nuzzling their olfactory sensors together.
Prowl went completely still, stunned. The sound of their cooling fans whirling faster and faster filled the room.
What sort of experiment did Shockwave have in his processor?!
Prowl opened his mouth, but the words got stuck in his intake when digits brushed across his left tire. It was like an electric bolt, right to his core. A surprised sigh escaped his mouth. Before he could even attempt to look at the source of the touch, he found himself being pushed down by two servos on his chassis, Bumblebee towering above him.
The digits on his tire moved higher, ever so slowly climbing up. His engine hummed with delight on its own accord as he lolled his helm back, his lower core flaming hot, his resolve and dread fading away.
Bumblebee grabbed his right servo and placed it, as he could tell without looking, between his thighs. The heat radiated from Bumblebee's codpiece as he traced the plating there.
Rubbing his codpiece against the servo imprisoned between his legs, Bumblebee caressed his chevron. Prowl offlined his optics, surrendering to the touch.
A soft gasp left him when warm digits stroked his faceplate, teasing the sensitive metal. He murmured with pleasure as a digit brushed across his lipplates. eager to see the bot who was bringing him so much pleasure He onlined his optics. He looked up at Bumblebee, only to see his gaze filled with such lust the Energon in his circuitry boiled.
The touch on his thigh disappeared, prompting him to look down, noticing Blurr getting closer. His optics had become dark blue from the drug as well, almost blending into the black rim surrounding them. A soft groan ran past his lipplates when the warm frame pressed itself firmly into his left side, snuggling under his arm.
Bumblebee continued to grind on his servo while letting his own slide down his neck and chassis, savouring every curve. Blurr joined in, his servo roaming around his frame. Multiple digits roved along his chassis, exploring, leaving him revving softly. Every touch sent a shudder of desire through him, as they continued to probe his transformation seams and caress his plating.
One digit brushed up a particularly sensitive seam, and the next thing he knew, his free servo was groping Blurr's hip. The other bot's engine purred in satisfaction, sending vibrations through both of their frames.
A groan escaped him when a warm, wet glossa traced over his left cheekplates. Blurr pressed harder against his side, digging his digits into his plating with a possessive sort of urgency.
His core temperature jumped in an instant when Blurr's glossa trailed down on his neck. Every nibble and swipe sent waves of burning need through his frame. His servo grabbed Blurr's aft and squeezed it far from gently, encouraging him to keep doing what he was doing. His interface equipment was begging for attention at this point.
Bumblebee ceased his movement for a moment, and before he knew it, Bumblebee unfolded his codpiece. His engine revved as hot lubricant spilled upon his trapped servo.
A soft moan left Bumblebee's mouth as his digit made its way past the slick valve lips and brushed his opening. Prowl plunged deep into that tight heat, feeling the delicate mesh rippling around him as he fondled Blurr's rear. Bumblebee keened out, grinding his hips and clawing at his frame in ecstasy, while Blurr purred right into his audial.
Prowl squeezed another digit into the sopping valve, making Bumblebee vent even more heavily. He explored him meticulously, teasing every node he could reach. Bumblebee's low, delighted moans filled the room, along with the buzzing of his cooling fans.
His digits started pumping Bumblebee's valve, reducing him to a gasping, mewling mess. It made him realize how painfully squeezed his spike was by its housing, lubricant pouring through his codpiece's transformation seams. He had little time to think about it, however, when Bumblebee leaned over him. His left servo reached for Prowl's faceplate-
But that wasn't its final destination; he could hear rather than see Bumblebee plunging his digits into Blurr's mouth, muffled moaning, slurping, and sucking sounds right into his audial.
It was too much.
Prowl's engine revved, his abdominal plating burning furiously. Spreading his legs, he unfolded his codpiece, letting the lubricant spill out of him in hot streams, dampening the bedding underneath. Unsurprisingly, his valve was throbbing, and so was his spike, which was already pressurising out of its housing.
Mewling pitifully, Bumblebee bucked his hips, urging him to continue taking care of his valve.
Instead, he withdrew his digits, much to Bumblebee's disappointment, before taking the bot's servo from Blurr's faceplate. A loud pop rang out in his audial, followed by dissatisfied whines. He guided Bumblebee's servo to his spike until his digits curled around it. Then his servo moved to Bumblebee's hip, gripping it like a lifeline as if it was a lost ship in a desolate galaxy.
Prowl sighed in relief, his helm lolling back, when Bumblebee started to work his servo up and down, tightening his grip a little. His touch was incredible; that smooth, warm plating felt heavenly on his aching length as pure pleasure ricocheted through his frame.
His servos were groping and squeezing hot metal as he lay there, surrendering to the bliss drugged into him. Only one thing was flooding his processor: desire.
Blurr slid out from beneath his arm and sat next to him. Prowl looked down, watching with undisguised fascination as Blurr opened his legs. His codpiece was already gone, a small puddle of fluid beneath him. One of Blurr's servos took care of his pressurising spike, while the other found its way to the leaking valve. Blurr pushed the two digits inside, before pumping in and out, earning aroused revs from him.
It felt so good, both the visual stimulation and having his spike taken care of so directly. A groan of pleasure escaped his intake as he turned his helm to Bumblebee. The sight of him stroking his spike with such enthusiasm, that sultry expression on his optic-pleasing faceplate was enough to raise his core temperature even higher, prompting the cooling fans to spin faster.
A movement to his left drew his attention, and nanokliks later, he felt Bumblebee let go of his spike, much to his displeasure. But his discontent was short-lived, though, for Blurr straddled him, his stiff spike poking his own.
And in the next moment, warm, slick valve lips dragged themselves along his spike, drawing a deep moan from him. Blurr lifted himself a bit, one of his servos leaning on his chassis, the other grabbing Prowl's spike. He could feel Blurr's wet entrance flirting with his tip before the other bot sank onto his aching length.
A long, pleased sigh escaped Blurr's mouth as his valve clamped around him. His engine revved when Blurr rose and fall in a slow, steady motion. The way that tight valve enveloped his spike, lubricating it with its transfluid with every movement... Slick and warm, sliding up and down... He couldn't help but groan and pant, throwing his helm back. As if encouraged by his reaction, Blurr began to ride him faster, coaxing more moans from both of them.
Bumblebee approached Blurr from behind. As the metallic thud filled the room, Blurr's optics widened, and his passionate expression was replaced by one of confused shock. In any case, he clutched his hips tighter, urging Blurr to keep going.
As Bumblebee rose into his pedes, the mattress moved beneath them. Soon after, Blurr's torso got pulled straight up. With that change of angle, he impaled himself even more into Prowl, if his louder moans were anything to go by.
The warm servos landed on his thighs as Blurr leaned back, putting his valve lips on display, lewdly stretching around his spike. His hips were lifting and falling, never quite letting Prowl out of his valve fully, always staying partway inside. The lubricant was coming out with every thrust, creating a sloppy wet sound, further working him up.
His view became yellow as Bumblebee stood over him, his aft where Blurr's helm had been moments ago. He could feel Blurr slow down and tense up just as Bumblebee's hips smashed forward. Muffled sounds pierced the air as Bumblebee's aft rocked back and forth.
Prowl crooked his legs and planted his pedes on the berth, forcing Blurr to all but fall into Bumblebee. Without ceremony, he began thrusting into Blurr, making him wrap his digits around Bumblebee's legs for support.
The cacophony of interface sounds and revving engines filled the room. Blurr's insides rubbed against his spike, clenching almost possessively around him, and he couldn't help but feel a warm tightness building in his lower frame.
Blurr let out muffled whimpers as his pace grew. He plunged deep into Blurr, hitting his sweet spot with each thrust, judging by how frantically his frame trembled.
Eventually, Blurr stiffened all over. A long, strangled mewl filled the room, Blurr's walls rippling around his spike, almost pulling him over the edge with him. Groaning in pleasure, he bucked a few more times, chasing his own relief until he finally caught up with it.
Prowl overloaded, filling Blurr up with his transfluid. A wave of sensual release washed over him, suffusing his frame with fuzzy warmth. He slumped all over a few moments later, shuddering, the last glimmers of drug-induced lust fleeing him.
He didn't even have time to push Blurr off of him when he fell into a recharge.
Author's Note:
Hello :)
I hope this author's note won't get too long.
First of all, thank you for reading this! I really enjoy writing this fanfic. Well, it's quite self-indulgent at times, heh...
This fic is focused on the relationship(s) between the main characters (hints in the tags) and how they deal with their new, sometimes unpleasant reality.
And I have a VERY IMPORTANT note/ trigger warning - chapter 4 will be a non-con! (Not between Bee, Blurr, and Prowl!)