Disclaimer: Transformers: Animated and everything related belongs to the rightful company Hasbro. I am in no way shape or form making money off this.

Author's Notes: Bumblebee goes to his first arena fight and soon cannot stop thinking about the undefeated champion, Megatron. Maybe if he gets the nerve to talk to him, things can go back to being normal—right?

Title: More Than a Crush

Pairing: MegatronxBumblebee

Requested: sugadoe (AO3)

The first time he saw the grey mech was the first time the small mech had been to a gladiator match in the slums of Kaon. He had heard the stories that it was the worst cyber city to be in, that it was dangerous to go there alone or you were never heard from again, and even worse when you were an attractive femme or mech who would soon find themselves forced to work on one of the pleasure houses. But after countless begging (nagging) his friends invited him along but they made him promise to stay close no matter what.

"Pfft! I'm not a sparkling; I can take care of myself!" he said irritably, crossing his servos over his chassis.

Ironhide grinned and reached over to pat the smaller mech on the head like one would do to a youngling who was trying to act like a full grown mech. "But Bee, ya so short we might lose ya in tha' crowds," he explained, laughing at the scowl that crossed his faceplates but it was quickly lost when he kicked at his joint, causing his stabilizers to buckle under him. "Frag! Told ya not to kick me there!"

"And I told you not to treat me some a sparkling!" he snapped.

"If you two don't stop arguing we might as well go back," Longarm quickly pointed out though he could feel a processor ache forming. Why did he agree for the minibot to come? Oh right, because he would not stop asking and threaten to follow them if they didn't bring him along this time. Not that he didn't care but he was too fragging cute he would be snatched up by some mech.

Ironhide grumbled as he slowly stood, bending his stabilizer he began walking and tried smacking the yellow helm as it ran past him but the little mech dodged and stuck his glossia out at him. He rolled his optics; maybe if he stopped acting like a youngling he would stop treating him like one. "Hey, any chance they gonna have the champ fighting?" he asked the other mech.

"Perhaps. I've heard he's been undefeated since he first entered the arena so we might get a chance to see him fight tonight."

"Who's that?" Bumblebee asked.

"Have you been living under a rock? He's the best fighter around!" a green bot his size and similar bodywork scowled at him. "He's the best fighter around! He wins all his fights; I heard he even took down three battle mechs twice his size in one hour!"

"Yea, Ah heard he ripped a mech's spark out and show it to 'im before he went offline," the red mech grinned.

The yellow minibot only listened with half an audio as he ran up to Longarm's side. "What's he like? I mean besides being this great fighter."

"No one really knows. There's a rumor that he used to be a miner before he ticked off the High Council and was sentenced to the arena. He's not the type of mech that sits down to talk either, but you'll see once we get there. Just remember-"

"I know I know! 'Stay close and don't go wondering off'. Geez, you're worse than Ironhide! And how come you don't tell Wasp to stay close?"

"Because no bot wants Wasp even if he was the last mech available, you on the other servo-" he paused, looking him over before looking forward and resetting his vocalizer. "Never mind."

"What? I'm what?" But Longarm refused to tell him. "C'mon, tell me!"

"Forget about it, Bumblebee. Let's hurry; we need to get there early so we can get good seats."

The yellow mech frowned but followed along. He hated when his friend did that but at least he was finally going to see a real gladiator fight! But he also wondered what was so great about this champion fighter anyway. Oh well, it sure beat staying back in his room.

The arena resembled the other filthy buildings surrounding the cityscape but inside it was huge. It was actually underground with a narrow stairwell leading down but upon arriving there were a great many mechs and some femmes already there, yelling loudly and pushing at each other. A fight was going on in the arena between two mechs who looked like they were trying to tear the other apart. Cheering was heard when one of the mechs scored a hit on his opponent, followed by even louder cheering and cursing as the other fighter turned the tables and threw his opponent into the thick walls lining the fighting pit. Oil and energon stained the floor, scorch marks and dents were present but it was quite the sight. Bee found himself staring, optics wide. Even in his wildest defrags he never would have imagined anything like this and now here he was!

"This is slagging awesome!" he shouted, making more than one bot look at him in slight annoyance. He wanted to get a better look but before he could go and squeeze his way to the front he felt Longarm leading him away. "Hey, I wanna watch!"

"I found some seats, let's go before they're taken," he said and pushed him ahead of him, leading them to a few seats together that would let them look into the area. Arriving the larger mechs ordered cubes of high grade but refused to give any to the minibots. Bumblebee scowled, hating how they were treating him like a sparkling but that was soon forgotten as he watched the fight. It was brutal, horrifying, gruesome, and he loved every astrosecond of it! He wasn't sure who to cheer for but he could tell his friends had their own favorites and cheered when they scored a hit, cursed when they missed, and hurled insults when the opponent scored a hit themselves. Bee felt like he was going through the motions, cheering for whoever he thought was the coolest. The fights continued to go on until it was the last fight of the evening.

"Mechs and femmes, get ready for the main fight that I know you've all been waiting for!" the announcer said with a smirk, listening to the anticipated shouts of the audience. "He's been undefeated since he first arrived here. Let's give it up for our champion, Megatron!" Every bot in the audience erupted into audio splitting praise, servos clapping together as many began chanting the mech's designation as a tall and somewhat imposing figure slowly made his way into the area.

Now Bumblebee wasn't a romantic at spark, he found the whole notion of it a waste and didn't have time to dwell on it. But the moment he watched the large mech walk in he couldn't look away. The mech was big but not overly so, his armor had the worn look of a fighter but the way he walked showed off a level of confidence Bee wished he could pull off. He didn't acknowledge the audience or the many bots chanting his name. Instead he focused on his opponent, a mech no doubt twice his height and more than three times his width stormed into the area, his heavy peds shaking the ground with each step he took. This mech had the obviously worn armor that spoke of his repeated fighting, but unlike Megatron he shouted at the mechs booing him, made a grand show of proving how much bigger and stronger he was than the champion.

"There's no way he can win against that one, look at the size of him!" a mech said from behind Bee, nudging his friend next to him. "Bet ya he goes down in a breem."

"You seriously wanna throw your creds away? Megatron hasn't been undefeated for nothing," the other mech scoffed. "I bet you the champ dismantles the glitch."

"You're on!"

The fight began and sure enough, the overly large mech tried to show off to the audience with his impressive feats of strength by swinging a massive fist at the smaller mech but Megatron merely smirked and nimbly dodged out of the way. At first Bumblebee wondered what he was doing but the longer he watched the sooner he realized that he was letting his opponent tire himself out. He never would have thought of that but the big glitch was wasting all his energy trying to smash the gray mech. Before he knew it, he was staggering around, swaying unsteadily on his peds.

"D-Damn you… Damn you to the Pitt!" he shouted angrily. Raising his arm his clutched servo fired like a rocket at the grey mech, threatening to destroy him on the spot. But Megatron merely smirked and moving so fast no bot saw it happening, unleashed a sword and easily sliced the servo in half. As it exploded behind him he charged forward and began cutting at the large mech, literally cutting him down to size. He was constantly on the move, never staying in one place long enough to get hit, before anyone knew it, the large mech was on the ground, his limbs having been torn from his frame, leaking oil and energon everywhere.

"The winner and still champion, Lord Megatron!" Once more the audience erupted into cheers, peds stomping the floor and chanting his name. The gray mech never acknowledged any of it, he saw no need to but as he looked at the audience composed of mech and femmes of different colors and frame types he paused to stare at a small mech in bright yellow plating. He wasn't sure why but the sight of him stuck with him and he smirked as he turned and walked out of the arena.

Bee swore for a moment that the gladiator was looking at him but when he turned to ask his friends he had to suppress a groan. Ironhide and Wasp had gotten overcharged on cubes of high grade and were loudly arguing about the fights. Luckily Longarm wasn't so bad off but seeing how the fights were over he nodded to the minibot.

"Let's go back before these two try to get into the arena themselves."

"Y-yeah." Leading a still yelling Wasp they joined the others as they spilled out of the arena, all heading in different directions but he stopped and stared at the building. One thing for certain, he was coming back with or without his friends. He was determined to watch Megatron fight again.

It wasn't hard to find out when the silver gray mech was fighting, everyone knew his designation and before long he had a rough schedule of his future fights. He learned that the arena typically didn't do that but seeing how the champ was so popular, they set up matches they knew would draw even more mechs to watch. A few times he went with his friends but most of the time he managed to sneak off alone and watch the fights himself. Unlike what Longarm thought, he didn't go anywhere else except the arena and ignored any mechs that tried to take him somewhere else. That, and he had his trusty stingers to cause some damage before he could run away. There was no bot online that could match his speed!

With each fight he went to he found himself becoming a rapid fan of the gladiator, cheering for him along with everybot else. He even stayed after in the off chance of seeing him outside the arena but while many others have the same idea he was too nervous to approach him. The gladiator was almost like Primus himself in the bot's optics. He was a powerful warrior, cunning and fast, destroying his opponents with such skill! However, the more Bee watched him the more he began to fantasize what he would do or say if he ever got the nerve to speak to him. But that wasn't all, watching his idol for so long his fantasizes turned into a more intimate turn although he was determined not to let his friends find out. Sadly with a loud-mouthed bot by the name Wasp it wasn't long before all his friends knew about his "overcharged" dreams.

Okay, granted his defrags about the arena champion were getting harder to control. He didn't want to just talk to the powerful warrior, he wanted to know what he felt like, to feel his servos stroking his frame, to see what his lip components tasted like, to hear his designation coming from him as he pulled him close-

'Stop that!' he quickly scolded himself, shaking his helm roughly. 'That isn't gonna happen; I can't even talk to him!' But what if he could just tell him he was his biggest fan? What if, he could see him face plate to face plate, tell him what an awesome fighter he was, then that should settle any infatuations he had with him. Right?

'Y-Yeah, 'course it will!' he grinned to himself, a plan running in his processor. 'Think I heard some femmes say something about how he's got a room there at the arena being the champ and all; I'll watch his fight, wait in his room, and talk to him then! Yeah, it's perfect!' His logic circuits were trying to point out how stupid and dangerous this was but he didn't care as he raced to his room. Megatron had a fight scheduled tonight and he was determined not to miss his chance.

The arena seemed even more crowded tonight and Bumblebee was finding himself being pushed along due to his small stature but he finally made his way inside. Unable to find a seat he decided to stand around the railing that looked down into the pit along with several others, credits being passed from servo to servo as bets were made. Bee had made a few bets himself, but this time he wasn't interested in credits. He waited and watched as the fight concluded and before he knew it, it was Megatron's turn.

"Give it up for the still undefeated champion… Lord Megatron!" More than one audio receiver burst as the sheer volume as the silver gray mech made his way into the pit, giving a bored look at the audience and Bee could feel his frame nearly vibrate with excitement. This was it! Part of him wanted to put a bet on the fighter to win, but he had to remind himself of his ulterior motive. Halfway into the fight he forced himself to leave, melding into the crowds despite his bright coloring and headed for the direction he had seen him come from.

Once more his logic circuits were trying to get him to leave, to stop before he did something incredibly foolish, that this was a fragging glitchy idea but he shrugged it off.

'It's just a crush,' he told himself. 'I'm just gonna talk to him and that'll be it.' He had no idea he had just resigned himself to his fate. He walked around the back area of the arena, for once thankful for his small frame as mechs never seemed to notice him but he still hid when he could. One such occurrence was as he was walking down a hall filled with doors and he heard someone coming towards him, heavy ped steps echoing.

"Hey!"

'Oh slag! I gotta hide!' he thought frantically, optics darting back and forth he tried a door but it was locked, as was the next one. 'C'mon! Please please please open-yes!' A door opened and without peering inside or turning on the lights darted inside and closed it, locking. Supressing his fans and vents off he pressed his receiver close, struggling to listen. Had he been caught? Were his plans ruins? Would they ban him from ever returning?

"Hey!"

"I heard you the first damn, slag it!"

"Listen, did you make sure the high-grade is ready when the champ is done?"

"Are you glitching? 'Course I did! I just put it in his room!" he scoffed and gestured to said closed door "Pretty damn big, must be nice getting his own place here on top of his share of the bets."

"He's the champ, and he gets whatever he wants. Boss's orders."

"Yeah yeah, even boss isn't glitchy enough to tell him no."

"Did you remember to lock his door when you were done?"

"Fragging Pitt, yes! Alright?!" To be honest he couldn't remember but what did he care? No one was glitchy enough to sneak into the arena champion's room, not unless they wanted to be turned into scrap metal.

Bee frowned as he listened to their vocalizations getting fainter but he was afraid of opening the door. He waited, counting down the breems before slowly straightening. Oh Primus that had been a close one that he finally cycled air through his vents, sagging against the door and pressing his helm against it. Once he felt his fuel pumps and spark calmed down he fumbled around the room for a light and turned it on. He was in a room but whose? He slowly looked around, careful not to touch anything but sitting on what looked like a desk were notes and letters. He was really curious but afraid of touching anything skimmed the ones on top and felt his optics widen.

Everything was addressed to the undefeated gladiator Megatron.

He couldn't believe it, he was here! He was in Megatron's own quarters! He quickly suppressed the urge to squeal like a sparkling (he did just about dance in place) and decided since he was here he was going to look around. It looked pretty simple and bare: a large berth was pressed against a wall, a weapon's rack in a corner, a door leading to a small washroom where he no doubt cleaned himself after every match, a desk across from the berth, covering in notes, letters, and data pads which looked surprising neat. He also saw a large storage box next to the desk and couldn't help but go over and see if it was open. It wasn't, naturally, but being in his room like this he could feel his frame starting to heat up.

'I wonder… does he ever, invite anybot here?' He wasn't sure if he really wanted to know the answer but if not what did he do when he was alone? Did he train? Did he plan what he was going to do in his next match? Or did he do something else, something every mech did while they were alone? Slowly moving to the berth he reached out, running his servo over the top of the smooth metal he slowly sat down. It was so big Bee lay down in the middle and stretched his servos out but he still couldn't reach the edge. Primus, this was such an exhilarating feeling! Just picturing the gladiator lying on this berth had his processor bringing up images and vids from his defrags, his own servos began roaming his heated frame.

He shouldn't be thinking about this mech, he knew absolutely nothing about him and yet it just added to the mystery. Were all the rumors about him true? Was he really sent to the arena as a form of punishment? Was he really trying to form an army to go against the High Council? He moaned as one of his servos moved between his stabilizers, tracing the seams on his interface panel it slid open and he began to rub and caress his valve.

Oh Primus, the minibot was so deep thinking about the gray mech he didn't stop to think that maybe this was not a good idea, instead he quickly began to thrust his digits into his valve repeatedly, feeling his lubricant gather and closed his optics, imaging it was the warrior doing this to him. He closed his optics, off-lining them as he spread his stabilizers wider, arching his chassis his other servo traced seams and pinched sensitive wires; he bit down on his lip component to keep his soft whines and moans from being heard. His cod piece was straining to contain his pressurizing spike, digits thrusting in faster and harder, fluids spilling freely to stain the berth beneath him, getting harder to contain himself-

"Make sure no bot disturbs me," came a loud and very familiar voice just outside the door.

"Of course, Lord Megatron."

Blue optics snapped open and bee shot off the berth like he had been shocked. He quickly looked around the room but the door was the only way in or out. Oh he was fragging dead if anybot caught him in here! 'Hide hide, I needa hide!' he thought frantically, looking around he noticed a locker next to the door he had missed earlier and winced. He didn't want to be cramped in such a tiny space but hearing the warrior's voice getting louder, the ped steps getting closer, he quickly and quietly, climbed in and closed the door behind him.

The warrior was irritable but he was like that most days. Life as a gladiator was fine: he had hundreds of fans who chanted his name, had quite a bit in the way of creds from winning all his matches, and he was a veritable king in the arena, but he wasn't pleased with that. No, he wanted more, he wanted to make the auto-fools suffer and rule Cybertron, to make the council pay for their actions against him. But his army would take time to grow before he could think of going against them. Yes, his "fans" were so loyal, they listened to whatever he had to say.

Going to his berth he was thinking of resting when he noticed something on the smooth metal. There was a small puddle of a liquid that had not been there before, he was certain of it. Reaching out he trailed his digits through the silvery-pink puddle only to discovered it was not only warm, it was lubricant. So, some bot thought to sneak into his quarters and make themselves at home. This wasn't the first time it had happened, it had been mostly femmes and they had been brazen enough to remain on his berth as though expecting him to immediately throw himself at them. Feh! Highly unlikely. But this time he smirked; whoever had done this was not only here, said bot was hiding.

'It has been a while… perhaps, I will have fun with this intruder before I end his pitiful existence,' he thought to himself. Such an idea warmed his frame as he gave no other indication to his stained berth.

Bee tried to keep his system quiet but he almost swore his fuel pumps were so loud the warrior would be able to hear them outside the room. He couldn't see anything from within the locker but he strained his receivers to listen as he moved about the room. For a big mech he was quiet, silently moving from one spot to another, he even came close to the locker and he tried hard not to panic.

'I-I'll tell him I got lost! He'll believe that, right? I hope?' Who was he kidding, no who would believe such an obvious lie! Whatever he was going to say he had to make sure it was enough that the warrior didn't destroy him on the spot. He listened as the peds grew faint, then he heard a door slide open then close. He waited but soon he heard the sound of what appeared to be water running. Perhaps he had gone into the washroom to shower and if he did then this would be the opportunity he needed to get away! He slowly reached for the door and opened it, wincing when it creaked loudly he froze. Still no sound so he pushed the door open wider. The room was dark, the light in the washroom the only thing on he silently closed the locker, moving to the door he was almost there when he felt a servo grab him from behind and slammed him into a wall. His first instinct was to fight, kicking at the bot holding him, cursing at him to let him go. He winced as a servo slammed his own servo into the wall, a bulky frame pressing his own frame into the wall; he was about to shout for help but froze when something cold and sharp pressed none to gently into his neck cables.

'Oh Primus! I'm gonna die!'

He winced as the lights in the room turned on, hurting his optics enough to off-line them but the mech pressing into him didn't pull back. "What are you doing in my quarters?" growled a low, deep vocalization. Bee's faceplates turned white, optics opening wide despite the sting of the lights and stared at the mech who had him pinned to the wall.

"L-Lord Megatr-tron?

Megatron smirked as he looked down at the small mech before him, immediately recognizing the yellow plating. His red optics bore into the soft blues and he took a klik to look over his slender frame. "So, you're the intruder," he purred lowly.

Bee was not trembling, he was not afraid; it just took him several kliks to get his glossia to move and processor to reboot. "I-I'm not an intruder! I-just wanted to see you." Oh Primus that sounded so glitchy!

"I see. But you are in my quarters without my permission so that makes you an intruder."

"But I'm not! I'm your biggest fan!" An optic ridge lifted and he flushed as he began telling him after all the matches he had seen, how he had burst his vocal cables from shouting so much during one of his matches, how he always wanted to talk to him but he never had the opportunity until now. "I-I just wanted to meet you and… and…" Well now he wasn't sure what to say. That he had a crush on him? That he had been dreaming about him? That he wondered what he was like in the berth? That he wanted him to frag him until his entire system crashed? Oh sure, that would go over so well. Besides, why would the undefeated champ want him when he could have his pick out of all the other femmes and mech that were better looking than a minibot?

The gladiator could see he was trying to come up with a reason and while normally he didn't like those who wasted his time he remembered the lubricant staining his berth. He smirked and slowly removed his sword but didn't move away from him. Oh he was going to have fun with this little minibot, and then he was going to destroy him.

"You claim to be my biggest fan, how can I be certain you aren't a diversion from one of my competitors?" he asked, watching those blue optics look up at him in surprise. Oh it had happened before, but regardless he still won all his battles.

"I'll do anything to prove it! Just name it!" His logic circuits were really wishing he had thought about his choice of words before speaking but it was too late. The gladiator looked down at him, as though studying him before he slowly pulled away. Before the minibot could think to run he grabbed his arm and nearly threw him onto his berth where he landed sprawled just slightly, his aft in the air, showing him his stained stabilizers and interface panel.

"Prove it."

Ow. Prove what? How? He felt his face plates flush when he realized he was on the berth, but when his servo encountered something slick and warm he lifted it up and felt the energon in his cables alternate between hot and cold. It was his when he had been playing with himself and he forgot to clean it up. Sitting up he turned to face him but his optics shuttered he was went over his words. "What?"

"Prove you're not an intruder. Show me what you were doing on my berth before I came in. If not, I will tear you apart one circuit at a time."

"What? How is that gonna prove anything?" Slag it, his system was already heating up at the thought!

"Show me, or else."

Bee swallowed, feeling the cables in his throat tighten but wasn't this what he had dreamed about? Showing the powerful arena fighter what he thought about him after an intense fight? Trembling he nodded and sitting back, trailed yellow digits over his frame but it was hard to get into the mood with his life cycle hanging on the line. 'Just-Just get this over with,' he thought and off-lined his optics.

* Due to the explicit portion of this chapter, I am complying with FF's NC17 ban and have removed this portion. If you are interested in reading the unedited version, please refer to my AO2 account. Thank you. *

"Never had I have a pleasant way to awaken from recharge," he purred, licking his lip components.

"Had to return the favor," Bee purred back, moaning softly at his touch, allowing himself to be pulled up so he was once more laying on his chassis but as he looked at his chronometer he cycled air deeply, tracng the silver scars on the fighter's chassis. "I need to head back… before my friends worry."

The warrior didn't want him to go, he wanted him to stay here with him, to have him waiting for him on berth after every fight, to sample a taste of his valve and tease him until he begged for his spike, to make him his and only his. But he could not allow anything to deter him from his plans. Not even a sexy minibot with the plating the color of a new sun.

"Very well… but, I would not objected if you were to come visit me again," he smirked, rubbing a digit over his between his stabilizers. Bee leaned into his touch, moaning softly only to squeak in surprise as he sat up and was then lifted into his arms, holding on as he began to walk.

"W-Where are we going?" he asked, flushing when he realized the berth was stained with so much fluid from their activities the other night.

"Did you think I would let you go back as filthy as you are?" Megatron chuckled as he entered the washroom and stepped into the shower, turning the water on he smirked as he pinned the minibot to the wall beneath the fall of water, servos stroking his sides. "I think your valve especially, could use a very thorough cleaning …"

Bumblebee didn't answer with words, his face plates a vibrate red but he watched as the silver gray helm lowered, clutching broad shoulders and arching his frame in pleasure as a hungry glossia caressed his the rim of very sensitive and sore valve. Oh yes, he would be coming to see the gladiator for a long time; he was certain now, this was much more than a little crush.

Author's Notes: Whee second chapter is done, son! Now sugadoe wanted bee crushing on Megatron and I though the perfect setting was before the war when he was still a fighter. It was fun and I enjoyed writing it. This pairing is my second favorite with our adorable minibot ^^ I hope everyone enjoys it but it's late so I'm going to bed. Nite nite!