Title: Comfort and Regrets

Pairing: Optimus PrimexBumblebee

Requested: Myself

His optics were wide as he watched her fall, his grappling line having just barely missed her arm, and even so he struggled to reach her as she disappeared into the darkness, her screams echoing in his audio receivers. He couldn't accept she was gone and tried to force himself to go in after the femme but his joints were locked in place, his fuel pumps stalling.

'Move! You can still save her!' he shouted to his processor, forcing his system to reboot it felt like he was in full stasis. However, the area began to chance. God was the strange beauty of the organic planet, a strange fog rolling in, blanketing the ground; he could no longer see the hole or his own servos.

"S-Sentin-nel?" he called out, his vocalization filled with static but he realized with an icy cold sense of dread that he was alone. He gasped and felt his vents rapidly cycle air, lunging up onto his peds. He barely realized that he could move but as he looked around he blinked, optics shuttering repeatedly. He was no longer on Archa Seven; he was now standing in the streets of Detroit.

"You left me behind," an angered voice hissed, the sound of something large moving through the fog.

Optimus whirled, frowning but he recognized the voice. "Elita… please, I didn't know!" he called out. "Just talk with me! Let me tell you what happened!"

"I'm tired of talking to someone like you!" Another loud hiss as the large frame snuck up behind him and moving swiftly, struck him in the back with a pair of stingers. The Prime cried out in pain, falling to the ground but he could feel his system about to enter shut-down mode. He looked up at the fembot as she loomed over him, struggling to stay online. "E-Elit-ta-"

"Elita's dead, no thanks to you!" she screamed at him, reaching down she tore through his chassis, reaching in until she found his spark casting and gave him a cruel, cold smile. "I'm Blackarachnia, and you're done for."

"Noo!" The mech bolted upright from his berth, frame trembling his servos shot up, grabbing at his chassis only to realize he was still in one piece. It had been a terrible nightmare but it had felt so real… the unfortunate part was the fembot was right. His best friend elita-1 was dead because of him, and now she was back under a new frame and designation. And she wanted him dead.

Swinging his stabilizers to the side he continued to sit on his berth, letting his system ran a scan to make sure everything was in working order, feeling his racing fuel pumps begin to slow. He still couldn't believe she had survived, but would it have made a difference? If he had gone in after all her, could he have saved her? Did she really think he left her there to die? His processor was beginning to ache from the continuous questions running around like glitch mice in an oil drum when a soft knock of his door broke through.

"Boss bot? It's me," came the soft and concerned voice of the team's speedster. "Can I come in?"

He opened his lip components to order him back to his room, that he was fine but instead he gave his permission and listened as the door slid open, quiet footsteps entering before the door slid close. He didn't say anything, didn't look up but he heard him move closer and could hear the quiet hum of the minibot standing just off to the side.

"I, I heard you shouting. Everything alright?" Bumblebee asked quietly. It wasn't like their leader to be shouting in the middle of the night, not when he was usually recharging. He didn't say anything and he knew he should leave but he didn't like the way he looked right now; if he reached out to touch him, would he react badly and throw him out? "You don't have to tell me… but, I thought maybe, you wanted to talk about it?"

He shouldn't be unloading his fears onto the scout, he was just a kid as he heard Ratchet call him time to time, and h didn't take his duties seriously, but he really wanted to help and he was willing to listen. "I had a nightmare, that's all," he finally admitted but refused to look up at him. "It's nothing, sorry I woke you up."

"Oh. Was it about the spider lady?" Optimus looked at him with surprise clearly written all over his faceplates. Bee gave a slight shrug as he answered, "Sari told me once I was online."

Figures. He cycled air through his vents deeply and slowly looked away, staring down at the wall across from him. "Yes… she, used to be someone I knew, a very long time ago…" It hurt, to think he had gone from two best friends in the universe to none. Even with his own team he was completely alone and he hated it. He was surprised when he heard movement and saw that the minibot was sitting next to him on the berth.

"What was she like?" he asked, giving him a small smile as he lightly kicked his peds back and forth.

"Why do you want to know?" Why was he trying to be nice? Shouldn't he go back to his room and recharge some more? Why did he have to be the same color scheme as her?

"What could it hurt? Maybe talking about what she used to be will help you. And you don't talk a lot about yourself so I was curious." Least he was honest and Optimus found himself telling him about his past friendship with Sentinel long before he became a Prime, and of the femme Elita-1. He also told him of their illegal exploration of the organic planet and how in that same day, he lost the two bots close to his spark. He never realized he was venting or pacing his room as he continued in his long triad.

"Sentinel continues to blame me for everything, but he refuses to accept any responsibility! I should have said something, as soon as we saw those things I knew we should've left but all he cared about was finding the slagging warship! And he still blames me for Elita's fate but I tried! We never should have been there and look at what it's done!" He really wanted to hit something right now, frag he really wanted to punch Sentinel right in his olfactory and optical sensors right now and to the Pitt with the consequences! He didn't realize he was so charged his cooling fans had kicked on in an effort to keep his system from overheating. But now that the dam was open all of his anger and frustration flowed right out of him, leaving him open to the shame and disappointment he had been hiding. "Maybe he's right… I'm not worthy of being an Elite Guard."

Bumblebee had stayed quiet the entire time, knowing that his leader needed to vent out some steam but he didn't realize he had been bearing this load for a long time. Sure he got really annoyed when he got after him, but compared to Sentinel of all bots he was the best! "Optimus, c'mere." He didn't mean to order him but getting up on his knees he watched as he slowly came up to him before reaching out and resting his servos on his shoulder plates. At this height he was just slightly shorter than the Prime but he didn't have to tilt his helm so far back to look him in the optics.

"First, don't listen to a thing Sentinel says. He's a blow-hard, and nothing seems to make him happy, and I've seen him talk down to everybot when he thinks no one's listening. Slag, he even insulted Ultra Magnus!"

Sky blue optics blinked at that. "He did?"

"Yeah! I should know, I accidentally recorded him saying that and broadcast it all over the comm system while I was in boot camp." It was embarrassing but he grinned when he heard the other bot chuckle. "But seriously, you have to stop being so hard on yourself. We make mistakes, and you showed you're the bigger bot when you took the blame all on your own. Anybot else woulda thrown him to the hellhounds, and even now you coulda said something but you didn't.

"Second, I'm sorry you lost your friends like that, it wasn't right. But it always wasn't right for spider-lady to not listen. If the three of you were great friends, wouldn't she think you would have gone after her if you knew there was a chance she was still online?"

"But-" he wanted to argue you that maybe she downloaded a virus that corrupted her processor when she was turned into a techno-organic but stopped when Bumblebee placed a digit on his lip components, looking at him sternly.

"You got a big spark, boss bot. And I know you're not gonna stop helping her, but I don't want you to get hurt if she's gonna take the time to really listen to you. And third, I don't say it enough but I think you're a great leader. No one else woulda given me—us a chance but you did. Even when we screw up, you're making sure we don't give up. So next time Sentinel acts like an aft, just ignore him. You're the bigger bot, always will be."

He never expected the minibot to be the one to set him straight, to get him out of wallowing in self-pity. He was silent even as he slowly reached up, taking his servo into his own, removing his digit from his mouth. He wanted to thank him for the pep talk, for believing in him when he didn't, to say something. Instead he leaned down and before he could stop him, kissed him.

Large blue optics widen, energon rushing through his cables, plating heating up. Of all the things to happen tonight being kissed was certainly not one of them! But he wasn't trying to get away, to push him off. Instead he let himself be kissed, squeezing the servo holding his own; his plating grew warmer as Optimus squeezed his servo back, his other coming up and wrapped around him, resting against his back strut. He couldn't help but gasp as digits rubbed along a sensitive seam, mouth falling open but he did moan softly as a glossia darted inside for a taste.

He tasted sweet, like energon treats. Primus that brought back memories but he focused on what was happening right now. Swallowing his soft moans he continued tasting everything he could, sliding his glossia against his own it was his turn to moan when the felt the minibot begin to kiss him back, his servo tightening over the plating on his shoulder. He pulled him closer to his chassis, servo gripping his pelvic armor, feeling his engines rumbling in answer to his own. But as much as he was enjoying this he slowly pulled back. He dimly noted that his cooling fans were attempting to keep his core temperature under control, but he was embarrassed that he felt his cod piece was becoming a tad uncomfortable. Closing his optics he released the servo in his own and pulled the yellow bot close, just holding him as he struggled to regain his functions.

"I'm sorry, Bee… I-I don't know what came over me," he admitted softly.

"It's okay," came the soft response a few kliks after his own. The top of his helm was tucked under his leader's chin, letting him hear the steady hum of his spark within his chassis. His own servos had wrapped themselves around him in a comforting embrace, but he was still warm. In fact, they both were and their temperature was only growing. "It's okay," he repeated, slowly pulling back, feeling the servos around him loosening but before they could pull away completely he slid his own around his neck cables, pulling him close and kissed him, pressing his frame against his intimately. "Let me help you, Optimus. Please."

"Bee…" He never called him by the nickname, but he liked the way it felt on his glossia. He felt like he wasn't in control of his functions as he watched the minibot pull back long enough to get comfortable on his berth before pulling him down so he was laying atop of him. He paused, wanting to protest that they shouldn't be doing this, that he was afraid of hurting him, but all logic and reasoning were gone as he kissed him once more, engine purring softly, his felt his own responds and lost himself in his embrace.

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Lifting his faceplates he licked at the bruised cables he had unknowingly bitten into, soothing them with swipes of his glossia, making the minibot moan softly.

"Still online?" he asked quietly, slowly lifting his hand from a spent spike before slowly rolling onto his side so he wouldn't accidentally crush him.

"B-Barely…" Bumblebee replied, moaning appreciably as the spike slid free from his valve, followed by a gush of their mixed fluids. He could feel a recharge ghosting onto his system, slowly drawing him to recharge and he didn't bother to fight it. With a gentle purr of his engine he cuddled to the broad chassis and closed his optics, letting his system offline.

Optimus knew he fell into recharge as he felt his frame go lax in his arms, the gentle hum of his cooling fans and the sound of air being cycled through his vents. He ignored the feeling of his valve so close to his spent spike, feeling the urge to claim him once more rise but he could feel his own recharge threatening to overtake him. Sighing softly he pulled the smaller mech as close as he could, wrapping his arms around him. A servo came up and tenderly stroked one of his small horns, smiling as he let out a low moan, nuzzling the glass on his chassis. That was the sight he last remembered as he succumbed to a recharge himself.

A mega-cycle later Bumblebee let his optics go online, allowing his system to run a quick diagnostic. Everything was good, his core temperature lowered, his interface panel and cod piece having closed while he recharged. He listened to the steady hum from the chassis he was pressed against and slowly opened his optics. Optimus was still recharging deeply, arms wrapped around him tightly he had to smile. But he also knew he couldn't stay here as much as he wanted. And he really wanted to stay.

Slowly he sat up, pausing when he felt the arms tighten around him briefly but the big bot was still recharging. Moving slowly and carefully he pushed him so he was laying on his back, no doubt it would be more comfortable but he also took notice of the dried fluids along both of them and the berth. He felt his cheek ridges heat up, energon racing through the cables at the thought of one way he could clean him up. And maybe, he would enjoy it.

'But, he could be thinking about her and not me,' he processed sadly. Looking around he slid off the berth and locating a cleaning cloth he went over and cleaned up any traces of their interfacing last night, taking care not to awaken him. He did the same to himself, trembling as his valve clenched in memory, eager to feel the large spike filling him up. 'No. This was a one-time thing.' Tossing the used cloth with several others he looked at his commanding officer and reached out, letting his digits gently trace his faceplates before leaning down and kissed him softly. Part of him hoped he was awaken, that he would pull him close to his chassis, beg him to stay with him. He didn't so much as stir.

"I hope I helped you, boss bot," he said softly, tracing his features one last time before silently leaving. He paused and looked back at eh berth before opening the door and walked out, letting the door close behind him. Luckily no one was up as he silently headed to his own room.

As soon as he heard the door close Optimus Prime slowly opened his optics. The moment he had felt the cloth wiping away the dried traces of interfacing he awoke but kept quiet as though he was still recharging. It took everything he hard not to let his engine purr at the touch, especially when rubbed at his spike housing. Then came the caresses followed by the kiss and once more he fought the urge to pull him atop his frame, to kiss him back and ask him to stay. But there was a reason he didn't pursue a relationship despite how much his spark ached for it.

His team was in danger, ever since they stumbled across the AllSpark, and ensuring the wrath of Megatron. Even now the small human organic Sari was in danger herself, but she continued to help them out anyway possible. If he were to pursue a relationship and the Decepticons found out, they would use it against him and he would not be able to live with himself if something happened to him.

'I'm sorry, bumblebee… but I won't put you in anymore danger,' he thought to himself as he shut his optics tightly. 'I will not lose anybot else I care about.'

Author's Note: I did it I did it I did it did it did it! (does a happy dance) Not sure why, but I just luv me some OPxBB slash! I also like some MxBB slash but that's for another time. So fellow writers and readers, I hope you enjoy it and remember to send me your one-shot requests in either a review of a PM! Now, I'm off to try and finish the next chapter of 'Nightmare'! Bye!