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: The jettwins, despite knowing nothing about their seeker heritage, had everything under control; especially when their heat cycle rolled around. Or they used to, until they met an adorable minibot scout.

Title: Heating for A Mate

Pairing: JetfirexJetstormxBumblebee

Requested: jisko2ijsko (AO3)

The moment the two came online they could feel an all-too familiar heat coursing through their systems. It warmed circuits, frames heating up, fluids rushing through cables. Their interface equipment was also stirring beneath their protective panels, begging for attention. There was a low moan as white and blue servos roamed over warm plating, rousing one another even further away from their recharge.

"Brother…" Jetstorm moaned and welcomed the very warm and very familiar mass of his twin as he immediately rolled atop of him. No words were needed, he could feel what his twin wanted as he spread his stabilizers apart, swallowed his moans as lip plates pressed against one another, glossia sliding along each other's. His optic band dimmed as his panel slid back, servos gripping the other mech tightly.

"Brother eager," Jetfire moaned, his own optics burning brightly, rubbing his pressurized spike against the wet valve, a teasing smirk on his lip plates. He was feeling pretty mischievous today as he nuzzled his twin's neck cables, purposely rocking his hips in shallow motions, not quite penetrating like how he knew he wanted it.

Oh he was in one of those moods? Well, if he was going to be like that, then he would do the same. Servos gripped at yellow backplates, stabilizers wrapping around a slender waist, rocking his hips into the mech above him. They weren't needed for at least a mega-cycle, there was no need to rush this as he eagerly swallowed the low moan from his twin, their fluids making everything slick-

::JETTWINS!::

All actions ceased as the two young seekers winced at the high pitch frequency. Perhaps they shouldn't have waited so long. ::Yes, Sentinel Prime, sir?:: Jetfire asked first but didn't get up immediately.

::Both of you get down, we got a new recruit and Ultra Magnus wants me to introduce the two of you to him.::

The seeker Autobot really wished he could have ignored the comm link but now that he had answered there was no way he could deny he never heard him. ::But why is needing us-!:: Whatever else he was going to ask was cut off, optics dimming as he felt the tip of his spike being guided into a willing valve. ~B-Brother, cannot be s-spiking,~ he moaned to him over their private comm link but there was no denying how good it felt.

~Need spike, want spike, want you, brother,~ he moaned, tightening his stabilizers around him, pulling him closer. Oh it felt good to feel the heated cable inside, gripping his heated frame even tighter but even in the throes of their heat he couldn't ignored their commander's intercom.

::Beats me but I need the two of you to show this newbie how things work around here,:: the Prime grumbled. Hopefully this new mech wouldn't be a pain in the aft as the twins but not everyone could boast about having a pair of seekers under their command.

::Okey for dokey.:: He really shouldn't be doing this but his frame was already moving, cooling fans whirling painfully fast in an attempt to cool his heated frame down. ::Down being in joor-::

::The new recruit will be here in less than a breem! So get down here!:: he shouted.

::But-::

::NOW!:: he bellowed loudly, a sharp burst of static from the feedback making the dark blue Prime flinch. ::You too, Jetstorm! Or else I'm coming to your quarters and-::

::W-We is going, Sentinel sir!:: Jetstorm quick answered and only when they heard the gruff affirmative and the comm link cut off did the two sigh deeply, vents pushing out the heated air. It wouldn't be that difficult to finish what they started, just a few kliks but thinking about their commanding officer storming into their quarters and catching them in the middle of interfacing—suddenly their heat rapidly died down. It was still there, but it could wait later. Jetstorm still let out a soft moan as he released his twin and he slowly pulled off. "I is not knowing there being recruit new."

"I is not knowing, either. Or why is Ultra Magnus sir waning us meet him," Jetfire pointed out as he handed his twin a damp cleaning cloth before taking another for himself. It took a bit of effort and it hurt, but he managed to push his spike back into his housing and let the protective plating slide close. "Maybe he can being friend?"

"Friend who not be mean and names calling," the blue mech said with a nod. Having cleaned himself up he also let his protective panel slide close and stood from the berth. The linger desire to feel his brother inside him and then returning the favor was there but the longer they waited to meet this new soldier the more likelihood the Prime would find them. But even as they walked to the door before it opened he leaned over and kissed his twin. ~Still want you, brother.~

~Am wanting you more, brother.~

"About time you cogs made it down here!" Sentinel snapped at the twins as they finally made their way to the deck, standing at attention as they saluted him. "You're just in time, Ultra Magnus just arrived with the new recruit."

Ultra Magnus was bringing the recruit himself? That was unheard of, but now they were even more curious about the new mech. They immediately turned their attention to the door when they heard heavy ped steps, most likely those belonging to the Supreme Commander but they could make out lighter ped steps as well. Was that the new recruit? The door slid open and Sentinel's backstrut immediately straightened.

"Attention! Supreme Commander Ultra Magnus on board!" he barked aloud, glaring at the twins who were quick to snap to attention as well.

"At ease, Sentinel," the Magnus said, his deep vocalizer rumbling.

"Sir, yes, sir!"

Resisting the powerful urge to sigh he turned his attention to the twins and nodded. "Jetfire, Jetstorm, I'm sure the two of you are wondering why I had Sentinel Prime summon you both here."

"Sir, yes Ultra Magnus, sir!" they said together. To the side Sentinel looked ready to wring their neck cables in his servos. "Sentinel sir is explaining we be meeting new recruit."

"That is correct. Like the two of you, he is unique among the other Autobots and I feel he would learn a great deal from the two of you," he explained and turned to the door, nodded to the figure standing in the shadow of the doorway. "Come in and introduce yourself."

The figure hesitate before taking slightly hesitant steps from the shadows and made his way towards them. His plating was a bright yellow in color, covering his small frame, large soft blue optics set in innocent-looking faceplates, and two small horns on his helm. Stopping next to the Magnus his door wings gave a nervous twitch before they stilled and he nodded to the Elite Guards before him.

"Hey, I'm Bumblebee," he spoke. He said nothing else but it was clear he was nervous as his "wings" twitched on his back plates. He was also smaller than the jettwins, coming to the bottom of their chins. He barely gave Sentinel a glance, instead he was studying the twins intently before speaking up once more. "These the two you were talking about?"

"That is correct. Jetstorm and Jetfire are seekers, but unlike you they don't have wings," Ultra Magnus explained before nodding to the two seekers. "Bumblebee has recently coming into his own seeker coding and needs your guidance, so I am trusting the two of you to teach him everything you know."

"Sir, yes, sir!" Another seeker? Like them? How lucky were they! And he was nice to look at as well!

"Sentinel."

"Sir!"

"Until I say otherwise Bumblebee will be under your command. Also, do not mention anything about him having seeker coding to anybot else. If he wishes to disclose that information so be it, and I do not need to mention that this is still considered a top secret project, do I."

"Yes, sir! I-I mean no, sir! I mean—sir!" Well, at least the defense cannons got the upgrades they were sorely lacking, and he couldn't boast but now he had three flying Autobots under his command! Score another one for him!

The Magnus gave the Prime another look before turning to the minibot and reached out, his large servo patting the minibot on the helm. "I'll be leaving now, Bumblebee. But comm me if you need anything."

"Yeah I get it," he muttered and knocked the servo off with a small smirk on his lip plates. "Thanks though, can you tell every bot that I'm alright?" he asked.

"Yes, of course. I'll be back in one orn for a status report."

"Sir!" Nodding, the Magnus quietly left, the door closing behind him. Sentinel was seething, how dare this-this minibot treat the Magnus like that! He was ready to tear into him when the twins nearly pounced on him, asking him questions and touching him. Already he had lost control of his own subordinates but at least they had the decency to wait until the Magnus left! "Hey-"

"I is Jetfire, most handsomest bot! That being Jetstorm, most ugliest bot!"

"I is not! You is more uglier!"

"Um, hi-?"

"You is having wings? You is flying like us?"

"We is flying all time! We is making sure we not blowing the up!"

"Blowing up?" That didn't sound good but before Bumblebee could ask what they meant by that he flinched and immediately jerked away from the curious servos, door wings twitching angrily. "Watch it! They're like really sensitive!" he snapped. Geez, why did they have to touch them? It felt really weird and he was still getting used to them himself. The twins froze and looked a bit embarrassed at their over eagerness, but being the only seekers around they never had an opportunity and his wings looked so pretty. Before they could apologize Sentinel finally chinned—butted his way into the conversation.

"Alright soldier, you're under my command now and you'll be showing me respect like a Prime deserves!" he snapped, getting in the minibot's faceplates. "I don't know what you think acting the way you did with Ultra Magnus, but that isn't gonna fly by me!"

"Cool your engines, you're not the first Prime I worked with," he snarky replied. "Only reason I'm here is 'cuz no one on my team could help me out."

"Oh really? And who would that be?"

"None ya business," he muttered. In fact he was already missing his team. They tried, but he was already not liking it here. He woulda been happy if he had stayed as a grounder like he thought he was but soon as his seeker coding activated there was no way of hiding it. He could see the big-chinned aft was ready to start yelling and decided to cut him off before he could start. "Look, I already know how to fly. That's the easy part!"

"You is already flying?" Jetstorm asked as he and his brother approached him but were mindful to keep their servos to themselves. "We is flying too!"

"Yes! We is flying now, yes?" Jetfire asked eagerly

"Now what a klik-"

"Yeah! I was the fastest thing on wheels, sure I'm faster than you two on wings," he smirked and stepping back, transformed into a small but sleek vehicle the same color scheme as his armor. Noticing the shocked looks on their faceplates his engine gave a rev. "What?"

"We is, not seeing your wings," Jetstorm said a bit sadly. He really liked his wings, so how was he going to fly now?

"Oh that! Yeah, I only take them out when I'm ready to fly. What, you mechs scared of a minibot being a better flyer?" he teased, engine revving beneath his hood. "Bet I can fly circles around you two." The twins blinked and with matching smirks of their own, chased after the new recruit from their headquarters even as Sentinel yelled at them to come back.

"We is showing you who be better flying!" they shouted after him, transforming and taking to the air once they were outside.

"I even be flying hexagons, octagons, dodecahedrons even both you!"

"Oh it is so on!" Now with the open training grounds ahead of them, Bumblebee sped to his spark's content. He loved the feel of the wind rushing past him and gave the command to transform, allowing his doors to flip open. He shivered at the feel of the winds brushing over his "wings", his sensor network heating up rapidly. Spotting a small ramp he increase his speed to the maximum and took it. Once he was airborne his rear wheels shifted so the hub caps were facing the ground. "Woohoo! This is the only way to get around!"

The jettwins were not only surprised to see him flying, but they could feel their circuitry heating up. The yellow mech really did look like he was built for flying and even though he was originally a vehicle he showed that he knew how to fly. Soon the three of them were racing one another (Bumblebee proved he was pretty fast when he revealed his hidden thrusters) but the twins found themselves showing off their acrobatic skills, as though they were trying to impress him. They were more than happy to help them, but they flinched when Sentinel commed them.

::GET YOUR AFTS BACK HERE OR YOU'LL BE CLEANING THE WASH RACKS FOR THE NEXT VORN!::

::S-Sir, yes, sir!:: So much for that but they took a moment to watch Bumblebee fly past them, clearly having not heard the very loud command. ::Bumblebee, Sentinel sir wants us coming down.::

::Or he be us cleaning wash racks for vorn.:: They hated cleaning out the wash racks!

::Huh? Already? But I'm not done!:: it felt like it had been too long since he was enjoying himself, he didn't want to come down! But his levels were running a bit low. But as the two flew low enough to transform and land he kept flying in circles above them. Flying was easy, he was able to pick that up pretty quick. It was just…

::Bumblebee? Why is you not landing?:: Jetstorm commed him.

::I-I'm looking for a clear spot to land!:: There, that should buy him some time.

::Oh! There is clear spot you land in!:: Jetfire was happy to point out.

::Oh.:: Slag! Slag slag fragging slag! Now what? 'I-I can do this, I mean it's easy, right?' He began to fly lower, circling once more but as he headed for the clearing he realized he was coming in too fast and the ground was rapidly approaching his front end. He panicked and tried turning his wheel to the side only to remember he was flying, not driving. 'I can't do this! I can't do this!'

"Bumblebee!" The twins could tell something was wrong the way he was coming in too fast and watched as he went skidding into the ground front end first. They were already running to help him and watched as he transformed during mid-skid before finally coming to a stop in a pile of debris. Reaching him they reached out but pulled back, as though afraid to touch him. They had already sent an alert to the prime that something had happened.

"… I… I'm, fine," the minibot moaned lowly, resetting his optics as they flickered before bringing his servos beneath him to push himself up. His sensors were all over the place and his gyro-stabilizer was having difficulty trying to correct itself. He learned this the hard way when he tried sitting up only to pitch to the side.

Jetstorm didn't hesitate to grab the mech before he fell over and he frowned behind his optic band as he took in the deep dents he sustained. "You being okay?" he asked in concern.

"I'm fine," Bumblebee repeated and pushed away from the blue mech. Okay, so far so good he pushed himself to his peds, ignoring their concerns for him to just sit and wait for Sentinel to come to their location but once he was on his peds he began falling forward. "Slagging Pitt!" he cursed, servos failing at his sides to try and regain some balance but he was going to be kissing the ground in an astrosecond!

"I has you!" Jetfire said and sure enough, he managed to catch the mech before he could fall completely. There was no denying that the yellow mech felt good pressed against his chassis like this but concern was evident on his faceplates as well as his brother's. "You is saying you is flying good."

"I can fly! I… I can't…" Primus, this was so fragging embarrassing! "I just—I can't land."

Once Bumblebee was given the clear from the medics the jettwins were more than happy to help teach the minibot how to land. Unfortunately, their help was not wanted as the new seeker was determined to learn on his own. That resulted in more crash landing and more trips to the medic and more reprimanding from Sentinel Prime. It wasn't until Ultra Magnus commed the scout did he grudgingly accept the jettwins' help.

Jetstorm and Jetfire were not only enjoying the times they all flew together, they also enjoyed the time spend with the new recruit, they didn't feel the almost desperate urge to frag one another when he was around. The new recruit even allowed them to call him Bee and in return showed them what he enjoyed doing when they weren't training, which mostly consisted of pulling pranks on the Prime and feign ignorance when said prime tried to blame it on him.

"How am I suppose to know what happened to your spray?" Bee demanded with a frown.

"Don't lie to me, soldier! Who else would swap it out with axel grease?!" Sentinel snapped. It had been embarrassing during training his battel lance kept slipping out of his grip. He would have lost his skyboom shield if it wasn't mounted to his forearm.

"Again, why are you blaming me? Do I look like I have any grease on me?" To prove it he even held out his servos for him to inspect them. "See? And besides, I was with the twins most of the solar cycle flying!"

That was true, according to the training log the trio had been practicing aerial maneuvers so surely it couldn't have been him. There wouldn't have been enough time. Growling angrily he stormed off, or rather tried to as his peds suddenly went sliding out from under him. He immediately turned a furious glare at the snickering yellow mech.

"What?" he wasn't the only one laughing as he tried walking off only to continue slipping and sliding.

Jazz, who was also commed to help with servo-to-servo combat, was barely managing to smother his own snickers and turned to the minibot. "So you really had no idea Sentinel literally bathes in his decontamination solvent?" he asked.

"Not a clue. Besides, I think it's take more than simple axel grease to get him slipping around like that," he smirked, having safely and secretly disposed of the cans of extra smooth lubricant he had switched with the Prime's precious spray. Jazz just looked at him before he couldn't take it anymore and broke down in fits of laughter as well as the twins.

The more time the twins spent with Bee, the more they enjoyed it and looked forward to it. But the more they realized they didn't like it when other bots tried to cut into their time. One such mech was the new communication officer Longarm who would go out of his way to touch him in not-so-subtle ways. Other mechs included Ironhide and Wasp who would tease him and try to show him up during training sessions. They were also ones who didn't hold back when it came to name calling but Bee was quick to jump to the twins' defense.

"You're one to talk! You may have thick plating but I bet even with wings you'd never get off the ground!" Bee snapped at Ironhide.

"Hey, watch it, sparkling!" he growled.

"I'm not a sparkling! And even so, I'd rather be a minibot than some large aft like you!"

"Would take a freak to be friends with those two," Wasp rudely commented.

"Look in a mirror lately?" Turning away from them to leave Bee flinched when he felt a strange servo roughly touch one of his door wings and whirled at the green mech. "Stop touching them!"

"Who's gonna stop me? You?" Smirking the two cornered him in the wash racks and the larger red mech held him from behind, to keep him from running off. The smaller green mech was already moving forward and was roughly touching the twitching wings, purposely digging his digits into the plating and exposed gaps. Neither of them noticed the entrance of two mechs until they felt a sweltering heat filling the air, causing their cooling fans to kick on in an attempt to cool themselves down.

"What is happening?" Jetfire demanded, yellow optics burning angrily. As soon as he saw what was going on his frame began to heat up and as such the air was rapidly becoming heated. Next to him Jetstorm's wind turbines were keeping the air cooled so the two didn't overheat themselves but they were not happy.

"Frag off!" Wasp snapped but warnings were rapidly filling his HUD he ended up stumbling to the far wall of the wash rakes. The sensors immediately came online but instead of the refreshing cold water it was scalding hot, making him yelp and jump away from the shower head.

Ironhide refused to let these freaks show him up but as his plating activated he had to quickly retract it. It made a great defense but it was also absorbing and containing the damaging heat. He released the winged Autobot and moved to the far wall as well.

Bumblebee didn't question it as he ran to the twins and out of the wash racks. The lock room was cool and it gave his fans a chance to cool down his system but he winced as his door wings slowly moved up and down in an attempt to help him cool off. 'Fragging glitches,' he muttered and gently trailed his servo over one of his wings. He couldn't reach where the slagger Wasp had touched him but he certainly did not like the way he touched them.

"Bumblebee?" He turned and saw the concerned look on Jetstorm and Jetfire.

"H-Hey, what's up?"

They wanted to ask if he was alright but unfortunately, this wasn't the first time they came to the minibot's rescue, and each time they asked if he was alright he would snap at them to leave him alone. "Sentinel Prime sir, wants us patrolling over cityscape," Jetfire quickly said.

"It being far from other Autobots, and we is telling him you no more crashing," Jetstorm said hopefully.

"Patrolling? Away from here?" It wasn't a mission but it sure beat hanging around here just training and his pranks were getting kinda old as well. He grinned and immediately turned to face them fully, wings nearly vibrating in excitement. "That's awesome! Please tell me we can leave right now?"

"Yes. But first we is needing go and get energon." But the yellow minibot was just grateful for something new to do. Running towards them he nearly tackled Jetfire to the floor, arms around his neck and stabilizers around his waist.

"Let's go already! Before the gears start turning and he says no!" Grinning at the surprised and flushed faceplates of the seeker he latched onto the other for a brief klik before running off. "I'll meetcha outside!"

The jettwins watched him go but there was no denying that both their faceplates were heavily flushed, and their plating warmed to the touch. They didn't say anything but they knew what the other was thinking. They had secretly wanted the minibot all to themselves but were unsure how to approach him about it. It didn't help that other mechs wanted him as well but he turned down all their advances.

~Brother, what if, he is saying no?~ Jetfire asked as they began walking to the storage area where they could get energon reserves.

~Is not knowing if not asking, brother,~ Jetstorm reasoned but he could feel the nervousness from him and it was matching his own. What if he said no? What if he thought they were freaks? The two vented air through their system before continuing to the storage to get their rations. A few breems later and with the dark blue Prime's authorization the three were soon flying to an outpost far from their beloved cityscape. The mission was very simple, to patrol the area and report any anomalies they happen upon.

"Think we'll see any Decepticons?" Bumblebee asked the two seekers at they flew on either side of him.

"There be no more decep to cons on planet." Jetstorm said with a bit of confusion. "Sentinel sir is saying no more."

"And you believed him?"

"What is not believing? No more enemy mechs here," Jetfire reasoned.

"Uh huh." The rest of the flight was quite but before long they arrived. The trip decided to split up and look around, not knowing that the real reason Sentinel Prime had sent them off was not only for them to patrol the area, but to get them out of his circuits for a few joors. The twins were bad enough, but dealing with a sarcastic minibot who refused to show him any ounce of respect was getting on his last command module. After a mega cycle or two there was no sign of anything wrong and the twins commed each other for a meet up. It was too early to head back so they decided to get some more flying in. it was fun and they enjoyed it so they commed Bumblebee to come join them.

::I'm gonna practice landing,:: he responded quickly.

::You wanting us to help?::

:No! I mean, nah I'm good. I think I'm finally getting used to it.:: And with that he cut his end of the link with them.

The jettwins were confused and decided to leave him alone but after a few breems they decided to go find the third seeker and make sure he was alright. The problem was, they were having a hard time trying to find him. The longer they were looking the more worried they were becoming.

::Bumblebee? You is there?::

Silence.

::Bumblebee?::

Still silence.

::Bee?::

Nothing.

~Why is he no answer us?~

~Am not knowing. Maybe he be hurt?~

~We comm Jazz sir? Or Sentinel sir?~

~No. First, we find cute friend. If hurt, then we comm help.~

~Okey for dokey!~ The two were off, flying to the last location their comm picked up. As much as they wanted to shout the minibot's designation but if he was hurt he could be offline and wouldn't hear them. They flew low, repeatedly running scans but nearly halted in mid-flight when they heard a very soft sound. Was that sound from Bumblebee? Had he been hurt? As one the two flew in low and transformed, scanning the area. The area was barren, the broken and almost rusted remains of a former cityscape all around them, but no sign of the minibot.

"N-Ngh!"

~Brother! You is hearing?~

~Yes! Maybe is being friend Bee.~ Moving as quietly as they could they moved to the remains of a broken down structure, resisting the strong urge to call out for the minibot but the sounds were getting louder and it was making their circuits start to warm up. There was also something in the air that was tickling their olfactory sensors. Peering around a corner they were meet with a very enticing sight.

The yellow mech was in the shadows of the fallen structure, hidden in the back as far as he could but it did nothing to stop the moans he was letting out or the fact that the two mechs were able to see in the dim lighting. His backplates was towards them but they watched as his cute door wings twitched and flapped slightly, a light sheen of condensation on his frame, making his plating especially shiny. They couldn't tell what he was doing but his stabilizers were pressed tightly together and he was trembling.

"Aaah… P-Primus…" he moaned lowly, bracing his forearm on the wall he rested his helm on it and let his optics offline, arching his backstrut and sticking his aft out just so. "N… s'not enough…"

~What not enough?~

~Not knowing.~ But the sweet smell was stronger than before and they could feel their own interface equipment beginning to stir. His aft looked so cute, they could see why Longarm's servo always tried touching it but they wanted to be the ones touching it, not him! Their optics widen they saw those slender stabilizers spreading open and yellow-tipped digits rubbing between them; the scent was growing stronger and it finally hit the two what was happening here.

The minibot seeker had just entered his heat cycle and he was trying to relieve it himself. Unfortunately, the twins' cooling fans kicked on and were whirling so loudly, it didn't take the yellow mech to realize he had an audience and when he turned to face them he was frozen with embarrassment.

"W-Wha… When…" he blinked and realized with dismay his servo was still rubbing at his interface panel. With a rather weak cry he tried to get away only to trip over his own peds and fall right on his aft, banging the back of his helm on the wall behind him. Hissing in slight pain his servos came up to grab his helm so the twins were able to see that his panel and inside of his stabilizers were slick with more than just condensation. It was the silvery pink color of lubricant.

The twins quickly rushed over, concerned over his welfare but once they were close enough he snapped at them not to touch him. They were hurt but looking at him they could tell he was not only upset he was also very embarrassed. "Bee, are you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay?!" he snapped angrily and realizing his panel was dripping he quickly covered the mess with his servos, wings tense and arched high on his backstruts. "L-leave me alone!"

"But, we is wanting to help-"

"No you don't! You wanna make fun of me and call me names! You don't know what I'm going through!" He thought they were his friends, but he couldn't help it. The moment he felt the heat spreading through every piece of his system he tried to ignore it but it was refusing to go away. And no matter how much he touched himself it wasn't enough. "No bot knows what I'm going through…"

"… we is knowing the feeling," Jetfire said quietly an in a rather daring and risky move, moved closer and reached out to gentle stroke a tense wing. It twitched under his touch, the minibot flinching but he continued stroking the edge lightly until the wing began arching into his touch. "Is happening to us, we is finding out is called heat cycle."

"Heat cycle? Sounds about right," Bee muttered but refused to look at either of them. Even as they moved closer, kneeling at either of his sides he was enjoying the way the yellow-orange Elite Guard was stroking his door wing. Soon he could feel the blue Elite doing the same and couldn't help but found himself purring softly, wings arching into their touch.

"Yes, is thing only seekers have, know not why but he knowing how hot it hurts," Jetstorm said. Their own heat was growing stronger but he was imaging himself 'facing with the adorable mech, to hear him calling out his designation, begging for more. Hearing a sharp intake he glanced at his brother who was looking at him with heated optics. He wanted the same thing. "Friend Bee… we, can help."

"H-How? It won't s-stop," he whimpered softly, digits curling into fists, resisting the urge to touch himself. A servo reached out under his chin, tilting his faceplates up, he onlined his optics just in time to feel lip plates press against his own. It was a pleasant surprise and for a brief klik, he forgot about his embarrassment but even as he slowly kissed him back he was still tense and nervous. His logic circuits were silent, maybe he accidentally fried them, but a part of his processor was remarking that he was a pretty good kisser which led to wanting to ask him where he learned to kiss, but that would mean he would have to pull away. He didn't want to stop.

Jetfire didn't think he could get any hotter but it was obvious the minibot was enjoying this. He was so close to reaching down and touching himself but he held back. But it didn't stop him from touching and stroking the twitching wings, digits tracing transformation seams, he pressed his servos more firmly into them and smiled as the minibot let out a low moan. ~Brother, he is liking this, yes?~

~Much liking, yes,~ he moaned back, maneuvering Bumblebee so he was kneeling before him, still kissing him but allowed his twin to kneel behind him. Pressing his cool frame against his chassis he swallowed the soft cry and darted his glossia inside to taste his oral fluids. ~He is very much liking! I is liking his taste!~

~I is wanting taste!~ Pulling Bumblebee back, pressing his backplates into his heated chassis, he gently tilted his helm back and caught his lip plates in a heated and eager kiss. He swallowed the soft gasp and both moans as his glossia darted inside to taste. ~Mmm, I is liking his taste, too,~ he moaned lowly, rubbing his servos over the slick chassis, making the Autobot moan softly, arching against him.

Bumblebee couldn't believe this was happening, he had been kissed before, a quick, passing in the dark, but this was so good! The hot frame behind him felt so good, servos tracing his plating, slipping into gaps to stroke at wires. This was so much better than the green glitch's touches, and he didn't mind being held by them. He wasn't sure what he should be doing with his own servos but they reached out to stroke the arms holding his close, gripping them when heated digits pressed into particularly sensitive spots, making him arch and whimper in want. He flushed as he felt more lubricant building behind his panel and his stabilizers shifted wider.

The blue-colored mech was feeling so hot, his cooling system was struggling to keep him from overheating. He reached out and continued touching him, rubbing as his shiny plating, stroking tense cables and wires, Unable to contain himself he leaned forward and began to suck at the cables in his neck, pressing so close to him he was trapped between their frames. Feeling his engine purring their own engines revved in response, making the minibot mew sharply, breaking the kiss and reaching out to grab at them. "Liking?" he panted into his audio, digits skimming over plating, brushing against his twin's frame and feeling his own do the same.

"Y-Yesssss…" he hissed lowly, arching into their expert touch, encouraging digits to press in deeper, to rub at his hot spots harder, he cried out loudly when they located another sensitive spot he forgot he had, namely his small sensory horns, and sucked at them, running their slick glossia over the thin metal. He clung to them tightly, roughly sliding his yellow and black servos over the two of them, stroking their own hot spots. He felt a servo pulling his stabilizer back and to the side, opening himself up he never realized his protective panel had slid open or that his cod piece had retracted. When he felt questioning digits tracing over his heavily lubricant valve and his fully pressurized spike was bouncing along the lower plates of his stomach. "W-W-Wait! Stop!" he cried out, pushing against Jetstorm and trying to pull away from Jetfire but the twins refused to let him go but they did stop.

"Something wrong?" the blue seeker asked but had already removed his digits, looking at him in concern.

"You is not liking this?" the orange seeker asked, stroking the stabilizer he continued to hold up, trying to coax the cables and wires to relax once more.

"I, I am, seriously!" he quickly said, looking up at them but then his optics turned downward, whimpering as he watched and felt a heavy drop of transfluid ooze from the tip and slid down; he was so overcharged, his pleasure sensors were starting to hurt, melding with his pain sensors. "I… I've, never… mermmd…" he mumbled the remained of his words, clutching at the servo resting on his chassis.

Yellow optics blinked and lip plates brushed against his receiver, making him moan softly. "Is not hearing, friend Bee say what?"

"Said… ne'er mermmd 'fore," he mumbled once more, wishing he could hide but blinked as gentle blue-gray digits slipped beneath his chin, tilting his faceplates to look into concerned and caring optics.

"Please, be saying again?"

"… said, never o'erloaded before." Primus, now they really were going to laugh at him. The ground may as well just open up beneath him and swallow him whole, to save him the embarrassment as servos tightened around him, frames pressing in close, lips softly taking turns in kissing his own—wait, what?

"We can help overload, is very good feeling," Jetfire smiled and using his other servo curled it under the other stabilizer and lifting it up. Despite being a seeker the minibot was a bit heavier than he realized but not so much that he couldn't lift him onto his lap, spreading his own bent stabilizers beneath him and having his rounded aft pressing into his cod piece. He grinned at the small squeak Bee let out and nuzzled the soft horn. "No worrying, friend Bee… brother is making sure you is feeling good," he murmured.

"Is very good," Jetstorm murmured with a matching grin, having pulled back just enough so he could see the combined fluids flowing freely. Leaning forward he traced a digit over the tip of the spike, lightly probing the opening he traced the thick drop of transfluid down to the valve where he gently traced the outer rim. He moved slowly and carefully, watching the way the yellow mech arched and bucked into his touch, mewing softly. ~Brother… wanting to frag friend Bee…~ he moaned to his twin as he continued to trail his digits over the bared equipment, lowering his faceplates down to watch as more drops of transfluid dribbled free, tasting the sweet scent of his fluids on the back of his glossia. Would they taste as sweet as they smelled, he wondered.

~Me too, but… I is wanting more,~ he moaned as he sucked at the small horn, digits gripping the stabilizers harder, trying not to bruise but the way he was squirming, hips bucking forward, he didn't want to let him go. "Telling us what sweet Bee wanting," he panted heatedly, now lightly nipping and licking the neck cables, resisting the urge to burst into flames least he hurt the sweet bot.

What did he want? He wanted the both of them, that's what he wanted! A shaking servo reached up and gripped the back of the helm of the mech holding him, pulling him closer, enjoying the slight sting of his denta biting into the thick cable that provided energon to his processor. His other servo slid down his frame, roughly stroking bared protoflesh and covered the light blue servo resting along his hip, squeezing it tightly. "Please…" he whispered lowly, optics a rich dark blue color, hips bucking at eh delicate caress. "Make me overload…" Jetstorm froze, his own frame so hot it was hurting but nodding he leaned down and took the tip of the tempting spike into his mouth. Bee arched his backstrut, stabilizers tensing and he cried out at the incredible wet heat.

* 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 AO3 account. Thank you. *

Getting a very large, audio splitting reprimand from Sentinel Prime was worth it, even being forced to clean out the wash racks for the next orn was worth it for as soon as the three seekers managed to make it back to headquarters Bumblebee immediately moved his things into the twins' quarters. The twins wanted to put it an order for a larger berth since they pushed their own single berths together to form one but Bee didn't mind. It only meant the three of them would have to press in close when they recharged. They liked the idea very much.

Neither of them came out and said what happened, they weren't ashamed but bee pointed out there had no right to know and if they couldn't accept it, then they were bigger glitches than he thought. He was also quick to defend his bond mates when someone spoke ill of them such as the way they spoke or that part of their CAN was Decepticon, but he pointed out so was his and if they had a problem with that then they had better get over it quickly. Not even Wasp and Ironhide bothered him, claiming he wasn't worth it. Longarm though, he just didn't know when to quit.

"Good job out there, Bumblebee," he called out after a rather rigorous training session. It was true, the minibot had gotten better at landing, he wasn't crashing as much, and his aim was even better than Wasp's.

"Yeah, thanks," he murmured quietly, rubbing the cleaning cloth over his frame he frowned when he realized he couldn't clean the middle of his backplates, it was just out of his reach. Frowning he rummaged in his locker for the brush he used but he groaned when he realized he had loaned it to another mech who had yet to return it to him. 'Great, just great.' He closed his locker angrily, slamming the door closed he jumped when he felt a servo there and unintentionally whirled and pressed himself into the lockets. "What the slag?!"

"I saw you needed some help getting clean, I don't mind helping you out," he said as he held up the cleaning cloth.

"Yeah well, next time try asking first!" Geez, could he be anymore creepy? He turned and made to leave but stopped when a long arm appeared in front of his faceplates, another coming up until he found himself caged, the dark gray and black frame pressing him into the row of lockers none too gently. "Back off, Longarm!"

"You're really something else, Bee. Sentinel's too blind to see but I think you'll be outranking him soon enough," he murmured, bring his servos closer he began to stroke and openly grope the twitching wings, pinching the tips and trying to get at hidden wires when they angrily twitched away from him. "So, seeker's wings are as sensitive as they say. Interesting."

"S-Stop it!" he hissed. He liked having his wings touched, especially when his bond mates buffed them. As soon as they were done he was begging them to frag him as his wings twitched happily. He jerked and quickly snapped his stabilizers together as a servo groped at his panel, gripping the servo tightly. "I said, stop it!"

"How about no." No one was due to come here for a few joors, long enough to show the minibot what he was missing but before he could get any farther that was blast of super-heated air that struck him from the side with enough force he was sent flying into a wall, leaving a very deep, frame size mark on the thick metal plating. Everything was glitching, processor trying to reset but as he looked up he saw the enraged glares coming from the jettwins.

"You is being lucky bond mate telling us to stop," Jetfire said coolly despite the fact that flickers of flames could be seen over his frame, optics burning like the fiery Pitt itself. Behind him Jetstorm was holding a shaken up Bumblebee, running a servo along a trembling door wing.

"B-B-Bond-d ma-mates-s-s…?" he stuttered slightly, trying to pull himself from the wall but nothing was responding.

"Next time you is touching our Bee, we is using you for target practice," Jetstorm warned and together the two lead the minibot out, an arm wrapped around his slender waist possessively.

"Hey wait a klik," Bee said, pausing at eh entrance to the locker rooms he turned to face the taller mech and frowned. "It's Bumblebee, you pervy aft!" Sticking his glossia out at him they left, ignoring the curious gazes from others as they walked down the hall. Once they were far enough away and heading closer to their quarters he sagged between the embrace of his bond mates, venting heavily. "I can't believe he tried to do that! Gah, now I need another wash!" He could still feel his servos on him and he hated it. His door wings twitched angrily but they began to calm as the familiar and loving touches of the pale blue and yellow servos stroked the warm plating, making him purr softly. "Much better…" he moaned softly.

"We is having time… maybe, we is spending time in quarters?" Jetfire grinned, tracing the interior panels inside his wings, having found out recently they were particularly sensitive to his heated touch.

"And-aah!-what would be-oooh!-b-be doing?" Oh that felt so good, he would have fallen if the blue mech didn't lift him up so he could wrap his stabilizers around his waist, servos around his shoulders.

"Testing new berth? Stronger, not break." That had been both embarrassing and somewhat proud moment when they explained how they had broken their single berths after a rather rigorous 'bout of 'facing with their bond mate when they had had gotten into a few cubes of high grade.

"Sounds like fun. Sure you two can keep up?" His smirked was mirrored by two and he held on happily as his bond mates raced to their quarters, slipping inside and locking the door behind them. Had anyone walked by they would have heard muffled cries and shouts as the three bond mates eagerly fragging one another, proving their deep love and admirations to one another.

Author's Notes: Its done! Yay it's done, it's finally done! (begins cheering only to erupt into dry coughs) S-Sorry! I think I caught some nasty bug from a coworker of mine a few days ago. I've gotten better but now have this super annoying dry cough. Even my lungs hurt when I laugh or breathe too hard.

Okay, this chapter is for jisko2ijsko on AO3 and it's the first threesome! (Woo!) Now I admit, I was trying to figure out how to write this since the reviewer wanted Bee to have some seeker CAN which lead to his door wings. So I figure Bee's creator was a ground type and his sire was a seeker, one of those "one-night stances" clichés. Now for Bee's car mode I did some reason and remember this REALLY old cartoon that I think helped me fall in love with Transformers called M.A.S.K. (Mobile Attack Strike Kommand). His alt mode is a corvette but in the cartoon/toy the doors swing open to act as wings and the rear wheels shift so they turn into hover jets. Yeah I know, sounds a lot like Tracks. Oh I initially wanted to use his alt mode but then Bee woulda been too big so for the same of this one-shot, he's a compact corvette. And really, taking off and flying is easy! It's the whole landing thing that gave Bee trouble so Ultra Magnus decides he should learn from seekers. Ta da, a plot! (jazz hands)

So, let me know what you think! jisko2ijsko, I really really hope you enjoyed it ^^

Next up: WaspinatorxBumblebee (techno organic)

SafeguardxBumblebee

RatchetxBumblebee

Longarm/ShockwavexBumblebee

AutobotsxBumblebee (okay, this one might be multi chapters due to the list of characters I have planned out ^^)

Cyberwolf ProwlxCyberwolf Bumblebee

BTW, in case you requested a one-shot and you don't see it here, please let me know! I feel like I'm missing one but for some reason, I can't remember or find it. Also, I reposted the first "chapter" so please have a look. Thanks!