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 trusted him, told him he loved him, but it had all been a lie; Longarm wasn't even his real designation. He managed to put it behind him and finally made his dream come true, but now Shockwave has returned and with him, so have Bee's feelings and emotions.
Title: For Love
Pairing: Longarm/ShockwavexBumblebee (Animated)
Requested: star (AO3)
It had been a long day of training and the minibot just wanted to forget about today. It didn't help that Wasp and Ironhide continued to tease the living slag out of him. He scowled as he tried rubbing at the dried paint from the fake grenade they had lobbed at him when he wasn't looking but at this rate it would take forever to flake off.
'Time to hit the solvent showers,' he vented to himself. If he was quick enough he could get cleaned up and out before anyone came by. Looking around he went to the far wall where his favorite stall was since it had the best pressure out of all of them. Stepping in he sighed as the sensors picked up his signature and began releasing the thick fluids. It came out heated but he they were all set up on a timer so there was enough hot solvent to go around for all trainees. Taking his scrubbing tool from his sub-space he began working on the internal joints, shifting around to make sure he could get them all clean then work on his plating. He failed to realize another bot had entered or had entered the stall until he backed up and froze at the feel of another frame behind him.
"Getting all cleaned up?" the mech asked as he held a cleansing cloth under the spray of solvent.
"Longarm! Fragger, you nearly gave me a spark attack!" he scowled up at him. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?"
"Cleaning up, same as you," he said simply, turning the smaller mech around so he was facing the wall and began rubbing the soaked cloth along his back plating. He chuckled when the yellow mech tried to protest but he pushed him closer to the wall and leaned over to whisper into his audio receiver, "Nothing wrong with helping another mech get cleaned."
"L-Longarrrmm…" Bee moaned softly and leaned into the wall, purring softly as he felt the soft cloth rubbed into his plating, washing away the grime. Had anyone looked in they probably wouldn't be able to see him since the other mech was bigger, but he had a point. There was nothing wrong with one mech helping another out with places one couldn't reach. He went back to scrubbing at his joints, carefully working the soft bristles along the seams, but then he gasped as he felt the cloth moving lower, now purposely stroking the seams around his hips and aft. "H-Hey-!"
"Just relax, there's no one here besides us," he whispered into his audio, reaching out with his servo to brace his own mass against the wall as the other servo continued tracing the seams, feeling the plating grow warmer. Oh his little mech was quite a sight, getting revved up by his touch alone; and the best part, this mech was all his. He slipped the soft cloth down between his stabilizers and smirked at the soft whimper of want.
Slagger, he always did this. And like a glitch he fell for it but it was just too good! Yellow digits scrambled for purchase on the slick tiles, bowing his helm he focused on the pleasure he was feeling, panting softly he locked his stabilizers in place so he didn't fall. Now he could feel the other mech pressing into him, his chassis touching his back plates, a servo curled around his waist, a cloth covered digit stroking along a very sensitive seam Bumblebee couldn't help but let out a low whimper as his panel slid open. His faceplates burned brightly with a blush and he glared at the recruit over his shoulder when he picked up his amused chuckle.
"S'not funny! And it's your fault!" he snapped, reaching down to push the offending servo away but he froze and chocked back a moan as the solvent soaked cloth brushed over his equipment with the lightest of touches.
"Maybe, I should fix it," Longarm murmured and proceeded to do so, alternating his touch between the spike housing and the pliable valve with the cleaning cloth, keeping his touch incredibly light. He was enjoying this, feeling the small yellow hips shifting, the way his frame trembled, delicate whimpers and moans only he could hear. The sounds from the solvent shower easily drowned them out so no one would come to investigate but his own frame was heating up, fans kicking on with a low hum as a result. His optics dimmed as he watched the tip of the spike begin to emerge but he purposely pulled back, swallowing back his own moan as the slender hips tried to arch into him.
"L-Longa-arm… pleaasssse…" Bee begged softly, his spike aching for more but when he tried to reach down to stroke himself his servos were caught and gently pinned to the slick wall; he could feel his stabilizers trembling despite being locked.
"Hmmm? Did you say something?" the grayish mech hummed, resting his other servo on a hip, holding it still as a digit rubbed small circles into the heated plating.
"S-Stop being a fra-fragger, you know what I-ahh!-what I want!" the yellow mech hissed, trembling harder as the digit slipped between plates and trailed ghostly touches along the wires and cables he could reach.
"Maybe if you ask nicely and just explained what you wanted, I might give it to you," he said into his receiver, brushing his derma plating against it and kissing a trail up where he flicked his glossia against the small horn. The sharp cry the mech let out made him groan and he pressed into the lithe frame more intimately. "C'mon Bee… I know you want it, don't deny it."
He still wanted to argue he wasn't denying anything, that he wasn't the one being a selfish slagger, but his spike was aching something fierce and he wasn't sure how much longer he could take. "Primus Longarm… w-wanna feel your-uuh-servo, on my s-spi… spike," the elite guard trainee begged, biting down on his bottom derma hard enough to feel the sharp sting of pain but it was nothing compared to the painful pressure that was building inside. "Pl-Pleaaassssee!"
"Now was that so hard?" He chuckled at the dark look thrown at him but it was rapidly replaced with relief as he dropped the cloth and began using his own digits to trace the spike's housing, coaxing it out. He kept stroking and teasing it for several more kliks before lifted his servo up. "It appears I got some transfluid on my servo," he mused and trail his servo up the heated frame, tracing cables as he felt the energon racing and tilted the helm back, able to look down at the softly panting minibot. "Will you help me clean it?" he asked deeply.
Bumblebee looked up at him with dim optics, once more taken back how much taller the other mech was but it sent a delicious thrill through his system. He wanted to moan his designation, to beg for more, but instead he parted his derma and allowed the digits to slip inside. He moaned as he tasted himself on those skilled digits, sucking them clean one by one he tilted his helm and swiped his glossia along the palm, licking it clean as well. Looking up he saw optics stare down into his, still bright save for the crimson marking on his forehelm that seemed to shine brightly. He wanted to ask him but instead he mewled sharply as he felt something hot and firm pressing against him, his cooling fans kicking up several notches.
He couldn't help it, the minibot looked so enticing and the feel of his slick glossia against the thin plating was so good, but it was the look he gave him that was his undoing. The off gray panel immediately slid open, his spike springing out to its full length, nestled between those slender stabilizers, arching up into the dripping wet heat. He groaned as the yellow hips began moving, the mesh plating caressing his spike, coating it with steaming hot lubricate, listening to the eager mewling sounds growing louder. He released his servo to push a digit into the oral intake, pressing down on the slick glossia. His other servo slid over the hip and this time, wrapped completely around the spike and began to firmly stroke it, rocking his hips and forcing him to move along. His optics closed as he listened to the erotic sounds the minibot made, lost himself in the feeling of his scorching hot valve rubbing against him, even the scent of the solvent did nothing to mask his sweet, enticing scent.
"Bumblebee… my sweet bumbler… is this what you wanted?" Longarm asked, squeezing the spike firmly as he stroked down, rubbing a digit over the tip as his hips pulled back. Then he pressed forward at the same time he slid his servo back to the base of the spike, smearing the silvery white fluids.
Bee couldn't answer him, oh he tried but with the digit pressing down on his glossia, keeping his lip plates open, he couldn't speak but he moaned and keened softly. His digits dug into the slick wall before him, sliding his peds closer together he rubbed against the spike rubbing against his bared valve. It wasn't entering him but the throbbing ache was growing more and more intense. He tried to tell him more, to stroke him harder, faster, but since he couldn't speak he instead closed his stabilizers, trembling at the friction he was now causing to the thrusting spike. And it had the desired effect as he found himself pressed into the wall a bit roughly, servos roughly sliding from his hips down the outside of his stabilizers and back up.
"Lon… longa-aahhh!" he cried out as the spike began thrusting faster and changing the angle so the tip of the dark-colored spike was nudging the mesh opening of his valve.
"This is what you wanted, Bee. Don't fight it," the mech rumbled deeply, sliding his servos down he squeezed the stabilizers even tighter together, eagerly thrusting his spike between them. The feel of the hot lubricant made it so slick, he grunted with each thrust, clenching his denta together so tightly but it was worth it as the smaller mech was crying out his designation, begging for more.
"Long… Longarm… o-oh Primus! Aahhh!" Bee cried out, panting and whimpering as pleasure racked his system. Yes, he wanted him, to finish what he started, to take him completely, to bring him to a processor-blowing overload. His servo shook as he reached down and grabbed the much larger one, pulling it between him and the wall, keening sharping as he wrapped the strong digits around his spike and arched into it as it stroked harder and faster. Yes, yes yes there! Almost there! Almost ther-!
*BEEP BEEP BEEP* "Incoming message from Sentinel Magnus." *BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Bright blue optics shot open, processor still caught in the mist of the dream he swore he could still feel the other mech pressed against his backplates, the feel of his servos dancing along his plating, the smell of solvent mixed with their combined fluids-
Wait. Fluids? He pulled back the berth sheet and let out a long string of curses as he registered that not only had his panel slid open while he was recharging, his spike was fully pressurized and leaked so much transfluid, but his valve had also been leaking so he was laying in a small puddle of his own fluids. "Just fragging perfect," he muttered lowly and looking at his servos found them covered in the same fluids. He vented angrily as he used the same berth sheet to roughly clean it up.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP* "Incoming message from Sentinel Magnus." *BEEP BEEP BEEP*
"Hold on a klik!" he snapped and used the stained sheet to clean himself up but with his spike still pressurized there was no way he would be able to close to the panel. Instead he covered the mess with the sheet and sat behind his communication console. Making sure nothing could be seen below his chassis he accepted the incoming message. "Sentinel Magnus, sir. This is a surprise," he greeted as soon as the image of Cybertron's newest magnus filled the small screen.
"That's sir to you, but at least you remembered my title this time," he smirked but it quickly morphed into a frown. "What took you so long to answer? You're part of the Elite Guard. MY Elite Guard and when I say jump you do so until I'm satisfied-!" he began to rant but stopped when he noticed the messy berth. "… how many times do I have to remind you mechs to keep your quarters in tip top shape! Primus, didn't you learn anything from your time at boot camp?!"
"Sorry, sir. Was there something you needed?" Bee asked, forcing himself to remain calm even though he really wanted to tell the planet-sized glitch to frag off.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah! There's been rumors that there's a Decepticon running around and none of the other Elite Guards have been able to track him down. Where did I put that file…" the magnus muttered as he looked around his desk and pushed away from his screen only to reveal his own quarters were a much bigger mess than Bumblebee's. It looked like, what was the term Sari used? Oh yeah! Like a hurricane blew right through.
'How does he call my room messy?' he asked, glancing around his room but everything was put away save for a data pad he had been reading before he drifted to recharge and the mess on his berth. He snapped back to attention as Sentinel sat back at his desk.
"There it is! The rumors were vague at first until a witness managed to give a description of said 'Con. This mech seem familiar?" He sent the image and Bumblebee swore he felt the energon freeze in his cables, his spark giving a painful thump deep in his chassis.
"… Shockwave…"
"One of the most loyal and cunning Decepticons to Megatron, also the one that took down Ultra magnus, Primus bless his spark," he muttered under his vents. "I want you to check out the places he's been sotted, see what you can find out-"
"Sentinel, sir, why are you telling me this? Can't you send our other Elite Guards to find him? I mean Megatron is in Trypticon Prison as are most of his lieutenants, Starscream's permanently offlined, and the AllSpark is back when it belongs," the yellow guardsmech interrupted, ignoring the wince of emotional pain it brought. True they had won the war, but it was a heavy price he wish could have been avoided. "The Decepticons are gone, what would he gain from all of this?"
"… … … Listen closely, Bumbler. I am the Magnus. I am the leader of the Cybertron Elite Guard. I am the Supreme Commander of the Autobots. Do you know what that means?" he asked in an eerie calm, icy tone.
"… yeah."
"What was that?"
Sucking in air hard enough for his vents to rattle Bee forced the words out no matter how bitter it tasted. "… it means, you say jump and I do so until you're satisfied. Sentinel Magnus—sir."
"That's what I thought. Go to those sightings, find out anything you can, and if by some miracle you actually find him, bring him in to face Autobot justice."
Bumblebee opened his lip plates to say something but the communication was cut short. The yellow mech stared at the blank screen for a solid breem before releasing the air he had unintentionally trapped in his system. It came out harsh, rattling his frame as he leaned forward, placing his elbows on the desk even as he buried his faceplates in his servos. Shockwave was still alive. He was somewhere out there, doing something. He was the only Decepticon running around free while everyone else was in prison. He was—is currently the most wanted mech on all of Cybertron.
He was also the only mech Bee fell in love with, back when he attended boot camp under a dead mech's stolen designation. The same mech he fell in love with and offered himself too.
A powerful swirl of emotions hit him hard, making him cringe. He couldn't help but let out a painful keen and pushed his chair back from his desk. His spike was still throbbing as he watched a thick drop of transfluid build at the tip before slowly rolling down the underside to his valve where it mingled and dripped to the seat of his chair.
"… frag him, that slagger," he muttered as he slowly stood. He moved into his small attached wash rack that was attached to his quarters. It was small really, having just the necessities needed to clean and maintain his armor plating. The lights came on automatically, but he seemed to be moving as though he was going through a preprogrammed routine. He stepped into the enclosed stall, the solvent starting up as soon as it registered his presence. For several kliks he just stood there, letting the warm solvent wash over him. It felt good, having his own quarters with a wash room to clean up, even his own ship (certainly much smaller than the one he used to share with his old team) but it was his. Which mean he could do whatever he wanted and not have to worry about anyone walking in on him. Shuddering his optics he leaned forward, bracing his servos on the wall he rumbled softly as the solvent rain down on his backplates, slipping into seams to get at his protoform underneath but as his opened his optics he saw that his spike was still pressurized, the biolights glowing softly. He stared at it as though seeing it for the first time even as his servo slowly came down and trailed digits along the length. It was his own servo but he didn't see his yellow digits, he saw them as off-white and much larger than his own.
"This is what you wanted, Bee. Don't fight it."
'You know I wanted it, you fragger…' he growled lowly he tried following the old memory files. He was dimly aware that he had dreaming about the last time they had been together, how the Decepticon spy had begun touching him under the pretense of helping him clean up only to tease him until his system couldn't take it anymore and he overloaded in a hot rush of fluids. His servos didn't stop their rough caresses, riding out the pleasure as he processor went through a short reset. When his optics onlined he was surprised to see that he had managed to remained standing and his spike had pulled back into its housing but his other servo was still rubbing at his valve. He reluctantly pulled away and he forced himself not to look down even as he dried himself off and managed to get the panel to close. As he went back into his room he saw he had a new message from the Magnus but didn't open it.
'Gotta be the reports,' he thought even as he picked up a cloth and wiped down his berth and chair. He would have to wash the berth sheet later but he stared at the stain and it brought back memories of him. Or rather, when he knew him as Longarm.
Longarm was a jerk at first, thinking he was better than him, all the recruits did, but something changed and he started paying more attention to him, was acting nicer. Bee thought he was trying to lure him into some sort of prank but it never came. Then one day he pulled him behind some empty crates in the storage warehouse and kissed him. The mech had been the minibot's first kiss. After that things changed and while he never came out and said it, he began treating him differently even in front of the others. He didn't call him names, didn't insult him, he even told Ironhide and Wasp to stop a few times. He was finding himself falling for the larger mech to the point where he let him take his seal over his spike.
It had felt good, the way he touched and kissed him, getting him all heated up, then he watched as he licked at the seal repeatedly, finding it hard to cycle air at the sight. He could feel something pushing from the other side, becoming so uncomfortable it was starting to hurt but the other mech assured him it would feel so good. He hadn't lied about that, at least.
'Stop that! He was just using me to keep his cover up. He didn't care about anyone or anything,' he mused darkly and read over the reports. Mechs all over Cybertron had reported seeing a mysterious mech wandering around, one that clearly did not want to be seen but there had been an incident at some bar where the mech in question had gotten in a brawl with some other mechs. That's when the witnesses recognized him as Shockwave but he was long gone before the Autotroopers arrived. After that mechs and femmes would see glimpses of him but those weren't very accurate but Bumblebee uploaded the reports onto a data pad before placing it in his subspace. Looks like his boring space patrol was being called short. 'Next stop: Cybertron.'
The yellow Elite Guard checked every place the reports indicated, even those that seemed highly unlikely and spoke to bots in the area. In the brighter lit cityscapes as soon as the populace saw the red insignia on his chassis, they were more than happy to help (even if he had to deal with everyone asking if he knew the great Sentinel magnus and what he was really like). So far there was nothing of help but as he moved deeper into the less populated cityscapes he found bots less inclined to answer his questions. His bright plating already made them suspicious but once they saw the symbol he bore they made themselves scarce. In the past he would have gotten mad and easily frustration but instead he went back to his ship and made some touch ups to his frame. He dulled the color so it seemed faded and dingy, even made some superficial scratches, some dents and minor damage, even disguising anything that would have made him recognizable. Next, he hid the barred wings that identified him a part of the Elite Guard and made the Autobot insignia faded, even slightly clipped. Taking a look at him he smirked. He looked like an Autobot that had been dealt a bad servo and was struggling to find a place in this new reform. Sad to say even Autobots who were never interested in the war were forced to suffer, especially if they chose to disobey the new rulings and no one seemed to care so with his small frame, he would most likely be overlooked. It was the perfect cover up.
'I just better be careful and watch my derma plating,' he told himself. Making certain he had only a servo full of creds he left his ship but not before activating the cloaking and headed for the slums.
Everything was the vast opposite of Iacon: dark, poorly lit, dingy, broken down, even rusted. There weren't many bots out but those he saw were in worse shape than himself and some looked waaay older than he suspected them to be. He even saw some of them wearing plating that he knew was nothing short of being decorative. He didn't dare stray down that path. He didn't think he would get answers if he began asking questions, nor did he want to bring any attention to himself. Instead he looked around, trying to mimic what others were doing before he paused outside a building. There was no brightly lit neon sign stating what it was but the scent of oil and high-grade said it all. He wordlessly entered and found that the inside looked as broken down as the outside and there were even less bots inside but he noted that some were either slumped over their tables or tucked away in the darkest corner they could find. It made his spark clench even as he made his way to the bar and took a seat that didn't look ready to give way.
A surly looking femme noticed him and slowly made her way over, setting a chipped glass on the bar before him. "Whadda ya want?" she demanded with a narrowed optic. A series of badly welded marks scored down the right side of her faceplates, the optic completely gone with a slightly large metal patch in its place. In fact, her entire frame was covered in a series of scratches, dents, broken but many deeper marks that looked like they were never repaired properly.
"Cheapest oil you have," Bee said as he dropped a few creds onto the bar top. The femme wasted no time in grabbing at them, her digits scratching as the already scuffed surface. Her digits were slightly blunted from obvious and continuous use but as she turned her backplates to him he saw she was a seeker. Or rather had been a seeker. Wings were just as scuffed as the rest of her frame, scratched and even dented, but what made him stare was that she only had one wing as opposed to a pair of wings. The area where a wing strut should have been had been welded with a piece of scrap metal, but unlike the others this had clean weld marks that meant whoever did it was precise and careful. He tried not to stare and quickly averted his optics when she turned to face him but she saw him.
"Here. Don't complain about the taste or I'll give it to some bot who actually wants it," she warned.
"Oil's oil," he shrugged but even as he brought it up he saw it was somewhat lumpy and didn't look all that pleasing. He took a careful drink and had to fight to keep from spitting it out. Primus was it nasty and already he could feel his tanks churning but he had to keep it up for appearance sake.
The femme watched him from the corner of her functioning optic, even as she picked up another glass to continue cleaning. "Haven't seen you around here before," she said lowly. "Where you from?"
"Does it matter? All those bots looking down at me just because I wasn't shiny enough, I was just looking for a job but…" he shrugged and took a smaller sip of the crude oil. "Buncha fraggers, the lot of them."
"… but you used to be one." There was a brief flicker of surprise that made her smirk. "Your dialect, ain't exactly smooth like energon wine but it's there." She set the glass down, looking up she yelled something at another mech down the other end of the bar before reaching underneath for a larger glass. Filling it with the crude oil she slid it down the counter where the mech barely caught it. "Don't drop it or I drop you, slagger!" she yelled at him.
"Get bent!" he snapped to which her remaining wing twitched in a seeker's way of flicking him off.
"Lovely atmosphere, nice bots, delicious oil, looks like you got it made," the undercover guard said with a wry smirk.
"Yeah, and just think, I get to work here for cycles on end without a break in site." Wiping at the bar top she stopped and leaned forward. "Designation's Coldfire, used to be a seeker, now I run the Last Chance bar."
"Stinger, former labor-bot in Iacon before I said the wrong thing to the wrong mech and here I am," 'Stinger' said with a nod of his helm.
"Iacon, huh? So, how'd you get kicked outta the Golden City?"
"I didn't agree with the new magnus and when some of those Auto-drones told me to stop, I told them where they could go—like the magnus' berth, and I booked my tail pipe outta there." His smirk grew when the femme let out a soft chuckle and she was quick to pass the little story to the other patrons. Soon they were all laughing and were now trading insults about Sentinel and they were all far cruder than the oil itself. The disguised mech made small talk with the femme seeker and was taken back when he heard that she had tried participating in the war but after having to spend five astroseconds in the company of the Air Commander she left but not before trying to rip out his "severely glitched vocalizer" just to shut him up. She ended up taking in war orphans regardless of frame type, even managed to get some of them off Cybertron or into the loving servos of some bots who either lost their own or couldn't have any. Unfortunately, when Ultra Magnus was damaged and Sentinel Prime given the title of Magnus things grew much more worse. He found out about her and had her captured and took several sparklings she had been caring for, including a seekling who was also the oldest of the little ones having been in his second frame. Once she was in custody the sparklings were all taken in by Autobots except for the seeker, no one wanted him in their home so "adjustments" were made. His wings were surgically removed, he was given new armor plating, and even his optics had been changed from Decepticon red to Autobot blue to be much more pleasing. But what sent the femme into full blown rage was when she tried calling out to him and he didn't recognize her at all and even sneered at the faded and chipped brands on her wings, calling her names that made the acting Magnus proud. Once he was gone with his new family unit Sentinel bragged that the scientists had reprogrammed him to be the perfect Autobot and once he was in his final frame, he would be the perfect mech to join the Elite Guard.
"They destroyed who he was! He didn't know what a 'Con was, none of them did! I kept the war a secret from them as much as I could, all I said was the older mechs and femmes were fighting because they couldn't get along. But Supernova…" she trailed off but it didn't stop her from sinking her digits into the bar top, slowly sinking them deeper and deeper until they were embedded into the scratched and dented surface. "… I broke my stasis cuffs along with one servo, ripped several Autotroopers to pieces and sent three Elite Guards to the medic before I was brought down and forced into complete stasis. When I onlined I was strapped to a table and that glitch with the plant-sized ego was there. He said, he was going to make me example like he did with Supernova but unlike with him, he wanted me to feel everything that was going to happen. You can guess what happened."
"He… He, took your wing," Stinger whispered.
"No. He used that stupid hammer of his to destroy my thrusters, nearly crippling my stabilizers and shattered my wings until they were a heavy weight, then he ripped one off as slowly as possible as though to make the pain last. I don't know what he wanted me to do but I refused to beg; I cursed him, his creators, the High Council, I even cursed Primus and Unicron both. Then he made me watch as he melted my wing down into scrap. I knew, even if I survived, I would never fly again, I would never be me again."
"… C-Coldfire…" He never knew, he knew Sentinel hated the Decepticons but she left them, tried to help others who wanted no part of this. And to reprogram a youngling barely out of his sparkling frame… "But, you escaped. You survived."
"Yeah… I escaped… because a Decepticon risked his skid plate to save me." She was silent for several very ten kliks even as she struggled to remove her digits from within the bar top without ripping it apart. "He got me out, tended to my injuries and helped me recovery. To this cycle I owe him what's left of my spark."
"… … … does he want to finish, what Megatron started?" he asked quietly even as he continued to stare into his glass. He flinched and slowly looked up at the dry, sharp static of a scoff she could emit, a disbelieving look on her faceplates.
"And finish what? Both 'Cons and 'Bots lost their way, fighting for control of a planet has only brought devastation, death, and nearly extinction to all. No, what I fight for is survival and if I must leave the planet to which I was sparked on, so be it'." The fembot was silent for several kliks, running the cleaning cloth over her digits before tossing it down onto the bar top. "His words, not mine."
"Oh. Sounds like a smart mech," Stinger murmured and drained the rest of his drink but it took all he had not to choke when the femme let out a chuckle and said, "I should hope so, Shockwave wasn't Megatron's top scientist for nothing." He managed to get the oily lumps down and took a few deep vents but the femme either didn't notice or care as she went to attend to several bots who just entered the bar.
Shockwave was here! Well, he had been here. And he saved this femme from being tortured from Sentinel! But if he ordered the scientists to reformat and reprogram a youngling, why didn't they say something? Why didn't they report Sentinel to the High Council? And his orders said if found the 'Con was to be brought in to face trial.
'What trial? He'll make sure he's permanently offlined before it happens and claimed it was justice and for the good of Cybertron,' he thought to himself. But still, he had obligations and as long as he was an Elite Guardsmech, he had to obey his superior officer. Groaning he rubbed his faceplates with his servos roughly. "Fragging Pitt," he hissed.
"If you're going there try and drag that monstrous glitch with you," Coldfire said as she took his glass. "Another?"
"No, thanks." If this femme knew Shockave, then it may be possible she knew where he was. But he couldn't very well demand an answer. If she didn't rip his spark from his chassis, he was certain there were plenty of other mechs here who would be more than happy to. "Hey, Coldfire. Any idea where I can find him?"
Digits scratched the glass she was cleaning and his wing went tense. "… why the frag would I tell you anything, bot?"
"'Cuz we have a history and I gotta talk to him to get some answers." It wasn't a lie, he really did want some answers. She refused to answer and he found himself looking at the perfectly sealed wield where she used to have a wing. "Please… I've been looking for him for stellar cycles and this is my only chance." He could see the tip of her other wing trembling and bit down on his derma, thinking hard before he spoke up once more. "I… never got to tell him—tell him how I feel." The wing flared out slightly and she slowly turned to face him, her dark burgundy-colored optic staring at him.
After thanking the femme for the information (and leaving her a big tip), Bumblebee hurried back to his ship as quickly as he could. Making certain he wasn't being followed he entered and headed straight for the solvent showers. He tried not to think about the pain the femme was forced through, tried not to think what it would be like if he could never race against or feel the road beneath his tires. And to reformat an innocent youngling just because part of his coding was half Decepticon…
'I still have a mission to finish,' he thought to himself. After cleaning up and fixing up the superficial damage he went to the cockpit of his ship and entered the coordinates. There was no telling if he was still there but according to the fembot he spent a lot of time there so he had to try. He made sure to stay well out of sight, nervously tapping his ped as he flew. Maybe he left and found a new hiding spot, one that was never indicated on the reports. He couldn't chase him if he didn't know where he went, right? And Sentinel certainly would make him check all the planets in the solar system, that would take countless corns!
But this was Sentinel of all bots… he got off on making trainees do nothing but transform-ups for cycles non-stop. Bumblebee found his transformation cogs still ached when he thought back to it. He was brought out of his thoughts when his computer told him he was nearing the coordinates Coldfire gave him. He activated the cloaking as he flew in lower, making certain his scans were fully operational. There was nothing around and soon he landed and took a moment to look at what used to be the Decepticon capital of Cybertron, New Kaon. The entire cityscape was abandoned, nothing but empty buildings remained but many looked ready to fall over any klik. It looked like a warzone yet he wasn't the least bit surprise. He had heard that as soon as Sentinel was sworn in as the new acting Magnus he demolished several cityscapes ruled by the Decepticons as a message that they [the Autobots] had won, but this looked much worse. It looked like he just sent in the drones to destroy everything in sight.
"I bet he did, the slagger." Bumblebee made sure he had his emergency rations and his stingers were fully charged as he headed though the ruins of what used to be New Kaon.
It was eerily creepy and more than once he jumped at the sudden sound but he kept pushing for the center of the ruins. According to the bartender, his fugitive was soon hanging around a lot in the main building otherwise known as the capital building and it seemed as though that building had suffered the most damage, half of it gone but at least it meant less places to hide. Entering it was no problem, but the inside was just as badly damaged as the inside. The yellow minibot grumbled under his vents as he began the search while trying to keep as silent as possible. He had no idea that the moment he had entered the building he had activated the building's silent alarm and deep down below a screen flickered to life.
"Act—ing—elf-des—tru—in o-one mega—cle-"
Shockwave was not pleased. He was not used to working with such primitive equipment and insufficient materials but with Megatron and most of the Decepticon forces in prison, he was on his own. But even so he no longer considered himself one of them. As soon as he recovered from his battle with Ratchet and a barely conscious Ultra Magnus, he saw no reason to continue. Everything seemed so—so—
He looked up when his computer indicated there was an intruder in the building. "Illogical," he murmured but bringing up the security feed he looked into the cracked screen and felt his spark give a painful pulse in his chassis. "Bu… Bumble… bee? Here? In-In New Kaon?" No, no that was—that was impossible! But he was here. Normally the scientist considered himself well above emotions such as fear, his processor calm and calculating, but ever since he took up the disguise of the deceased mech Longarm and interacted with the brightly colored mech at boot camp he could not stop thinking about him. But he couldn't be stopped now! Not when he was so close!
"I have no choice." If anyone saw him panicking as he raced around the remains of his lab, scattering stacks of data pads and writing instruments, cramping what he deemed important into his subspace. He turned to leave when he tripped over a thick tangle of cables he had been tripping over repeatedly and hit the floor hard. Oh how far he had fallen since his glory days but at least there was no one here to see him crash.
"Hey Shockey, have a nice trip?"
A single red optic widened and he looked up at the yellow mech standing in the doorway, pointing at him with his fully charged stingers. "Bumblebee…" He looked down at his chassis and noticed it had changed before he looked up at him once more. "You are part of the Elite Guard."
"Yeah. And that means you are under arrest, Shockwave." He didn't want to do this, but this mech lied to him—everyone, he stole the schematics of the Space Bridge network and gave it to Megatron, he damaged Ultra Magnus hard enough that he was in critical repairs for a while, and he also get rid of Blur! He deserved to suffer! So why couldn't he get the stasis cuffs out of his subspace?
The dark violet and black scientist could tell he was processing data very intently, the way his optics flashed momentarily, how his denta bit down on his bottom derma, how his frame tensed up, how it felt when he touched him, how he could almost taste the electrical discharge when he was about to overload—no! it was highly illogical to think of him as anything more than his enemy! "So, it would seem I have finally been captured by the Autobots. Peculiar, I never calculated that you would be the one to escort me to my execution."
"Wha—execution? I-I'm bringing you in to stand trial! Sentinel never said anything about an execution!"
"Is that what you believe, Bumblebee?" he asked as he slowly get to his peds, removing the cables from where he had tripped. Such mediocre equipment. He took a step towards the minibot but stopped when the guardsmech brought his servos together. His optic looked into those soft sky blues and he saw a vast sea of confusion. "… you didn't know."
"Know what? My orders were to scout our rumors that you were still around and if found bring you before the High Council so you can stand trial," he said calmly. The magnus had even said so, he was to bring him in for a trial! … But, didn't he do something similar to Coldfire?
"… I see." Even after all these stellar cycles, the minibot was still as clueless as ever. "Do you truly believe your new magnus would allow for me to a fair trial? I was known as Megatron's most loyal supporter, his top leading scientist, I obeyed all orders given without question. Do you truly believe that Sentinel of all bots would allow me to stand trial? To stand before the Autobot High Council, even in stasis cuffs, to plead my case?"
"Y-Yes!" Scrap, was that a stutter?
"… you leave me no choice." Shockwave was a mech who never acted on impulse, he had a plan for everything and in case of it failing (which he always calculated as being less than 0.0003%) he had multiple contingency plans as back-up. And yet for some reason, he never considered that should anyone find him, it would be the one mech he could never seem to fully understand. He lifted his arm and shot his servo out, the still sharp digits gripping the black-stripped chassis gripping it and pulled the Autobot towards him only to step to the side and slammed him into the wall with a mighty crash. "There is a high probability that you will not survive this encounter, Bumblebee. I suggest we merely part ways." He turned and made to leave but stumbled as pain registered over his neutral network.
"Thanks, for the suggestion, but I think I heard enough outta you to last me at least a vorn!" Bee growled, ignoring the warnings popping up in his HUD he continued to fire at the Decepticon with his stingers. As far as he could tell the scientist didn't have weapons on him, but he was bigger than him, bigger than Longarm, and he had that really annoying (useful) ability to stretch his arms out at really long distances so he found himself using every trick Prowl—and later Jazz—taught him to keep him from getting grabbed. It wasn't easy though; the laboratory was a huge mess and he found himself either tripping or running into things but the same was said for Shockwave. What either of them failed to noticed was one of the cracked computer screens showing a countdown.
Down deep below the building was a large spherical device with a similar screen showing the countdown. As it reached a breem it began to light up, plates opening up to reveal a great deal of explosives that would surely take out the city-scape and anyone who still inhabited.
"Countdown… 565 nanokliks… 564 nanokliks… 563 nanokliks…"
Shockwave grunted as he was hit with another electrical charge, scorching his plating he reached out and uprooting a piece of heavy equipment threw it at the yellow bot who jumped out of the way. He was waiting for him as his servo shot out but this time the three clawed digits wrapped around his neck cables and lifted him into the air. "You Autobots claimed to be fighting for the good of Cybertron so how is obeying a fool such as Sentinel doing what is best?" he demanded as he slammed the mech into the walls and machinery, watching dimly as the charge died out from his stingers. "By bringing me back to Iacon you are guaranteeing my execution at the servos of a monster!"
"… a-at least… he was-s-sn't… Me-Me… Mega… tron…" he choked out. Perhaps not the best choice of words as he was brutally sent through the wall as opposed to into it. Bumblebee heard something snap somewhere inside him and errors were now flooding his HUD. He might have even blacked out for a klik as he found himself staring at the strange and blank faceplates of the mech who had held him captive, his single red optic glowing brightly as it focused on him.
"You know nothing, Autobot. Even your Prime claims to fight for the mechs and femmes of Cybertron and yet he is as blind as all the rest. 'Til all are one. Illogical. We. Will never. Be. One." His digits began to slowly tighten around the neck cables, cutting through sensitive wires and cables, feeling warm energon and oil slowly coat his servo, optic watching as the mech tried to fight him off.
"216 nanokliks… 215 nanokliks…"
Shockwave snapped his helm up as he heard the computerized voice. He did not remember having a program initiating a countdown sequence. And if he did, whatever could it be for? His servo stopped squeezing as he looked around the laboratory, trying to locate a working screen until he found one. He walked over it to it, his peds crushing anything in his path, kicking debris and broken data pads along the way.
"200 nanokliks… 199 nanokliks…"
Why did this seem so familiar to him? Dropping the guardsmech he began typing at the console, trying to bring up anything he could have remembered when an image appeared revealing the large spherical device. His optic widens when he saw the same countdown timer on it as well. "No… this is—illogical!"
"… 187 nanokliks… 186 nanokliks… 185 nano kliks…"
"I-I must stop the sequence!" he began to type rapidly, cursing when he realized some of the buttons had been destroyed he failed to notice Bumblebee getting to his peds, reaching into his subspace and quickly slapped the stasis cuffs over his servos. "No! Release me!" he yelled even as he struggled to fight the paralysis attacking his system.
"Y-Yeah, right," the minibot grunted, wiping away the fluids he could feel dripping down his neck cables even as he grabbed at the 'Con's arm. Primus, he weighed a freaking megaton but he'd drag him back to his ship if he had to. "Shockwave, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be held against you in the High Council hearing. You-"
"173 nano kliks… 171 nanokliks…"
"-will be provided a representative. If-"
"167 nanokliks… 166 nanokliks…"
"-if you cannot-"
"164 nanokliks…"
"What the slag is that? And why is it-"
"162 nanokliks…"
"… what is it?!"
"It is the countdown sequence for New Kaon," Shockwave said, venting quietly. "It is something I created when Lord Megatron took over Pyrovar and gave it the designation New Kaon. In the event that the Autobots ever invaded our capital cityscape… it would detonate and take out the entire city—and all the bots here."
"… 102 nanokliks… 101 nanokliks…"
Bee had to reset his audio and visual sensors before he realized that this was not some elaborate joke and that they were in very real danger. "Why the Pitt would you do something that-that-illogical!?" he shouted at his prisoner even as he ran back to the console and tried hitting the buttons but it kept counting down. "How do I turn it off?"
"You cannot. The bomb is buried at least three hics beneath the lowest level of this building."
"96 nanokliks…"
"And how many floors are below this one?"
"93 nanokliks…"
"Three levels."
"91 nanokliks…"
"… we're scrapped."
"89 nanokliks…"
"Affirmative."
"87 nanokliks…"
Bumblebee didn't know what to do, he clearly wasn't processing data correctly as he grabbed the 'Con's servos and forced him up onto his peds. He tried dragging him out of the room but the mech was just too heavy to move on his own.
"77 nano kliks…"
"Oh scrap this!" He hated how this was going against his directive but he undid the cuffs and ignored them even as he grabbed Shockwave's servos and began to pull him along. "Move your peds!" he shouted as they began running. Sadly, they were a good two floors beneath the main level so it was going to take even more time to get through the mess and up the stairs. He made to go the way he had originally come but stumbled when the building began to shake. "N-Now what?"
"The building's structure has been compromised. We must hurry if we are to escape the blast radius," the scientist said even as the two of them fought to stay on their stabilizers.
"My ship is on the outskirts of the city! Once we're outta here we can transfor-" but anything Bumblebee was about to say was lost as the floor gave out from under him. He didn't even have time to cry out as he began falling, vainly reaching out to grab something to hold onto. He vaguely heard someone calling out to him and for a moment he thought it may as well have been Primus but he felt something grabbing his servo and suddenly he wasn't falling anymore. Instead he was dangling over a very deep, very dark hole.
"Be-Bumblebee! Are you alright?!"
Slowly he looked up and could make out the brightly glowing red optic of Shockwave, leaning over the edge of the hole he had fallen through, his servo extended far longer than he had ever seen him do before. "Sh… Shockwave… I'm fine… I-" around him the walls and remains of the building were shaking. He didn't register the pain as the sharp digits dug into his seams, or the way his own digits curled around his own, hanging on for spark's sake. 'I'm gonna die!'
Shockwave was struggling to retract his servo but he had overextended the gears and his hydraulics were threatening to lock into place. There wasn't enough time to pull Bumblebee out of the hole or even escape the building much less make it to his ship. They would die here.
'No! There is a 0.0003% chance of survival.' Anyone else would have given up, especially the Decepticons, but he had given up being one a long time ago and he would not lose Bumblebee. Never again. "Bumblebee! Whatever you do, don't let go!" he shouted down to him.
"Wait, what?" he looked up and yelped when suddenly, he felt himself falling once more. "What the slag are you doing!?" he shouted as loud as he could, still clutching the servo tightly. He felt a slight jerk, followed by falling once more but he was too shocked to scream. The servo slipped from his but as he scrambled out to grab onto something he felt a frame hit him. He didn't question it as he clung to the other bot, shutting his optics tightly. "Don't let go! Please don't let go!" he whimpered. None of his Elite Guard training prepared him for this and he really did not want to go out like this!
The scientist said nothing even as he curled his arms around the smaller mech, his single optic rapidly scanning something to help them—there! He would only have one chance at this and he was determined not to miss. He twisted their frames, his processor rapidly calculating the distance and he launched his servo as far and as fast as he could. His servo reached into one of the halls they had just passed, digits scrambling for something to hold onto, digging into the walls and floor they managed to anchor themselves and he clung to it as tightly as he could. The 'Con grunted as his arm seemed to stretch for an astrosecond but he could feel the hydraulics and springs activating and they were being launched upward.
Bumblebee was reminded of the times he went with Sari to the amusement park in New Detroit, the rides they went on were so much fun, but right now all he wanted to do was not die! He yelped as he felt the both of them suddenly weightless before being pulled up and opened his optics in time to crash land onto something hard and very solid. Unfortunately, he landed on his helm and the impact was so strong his system crashed. He vaguely heard Shockwave calling out his designation but try as he could he could not get his vocalizer to work.
'S… Sh… Shock… w-wave…' Everything silently turned to black and he fell into emergency stasis. If he was going to die, at least he wouldn't feel it happening.
The pleasure was intense, two systems still running hot enough to scorch plating, circuitry smoking but it was so intense! Bumblebee wanted to cry out the other mech's designation but at the last klik an off-white servo came up and covered his derma, muffling his cries (his engine gave a pleased rumble when he heard the other mech let out a muffled groan of pleasure). The minibot reached up to cling to the servo, whimpering. His yellow covered servo came down, whether to push him away or pull him closer he wasn't sure but the teasing digits moved up and instead wrapped around his small waist, holding him close, stilling all movement.
"Keep that up and I'm going continue where we left off," came the deep vocalization, a rumble vibrating within his chassis. Longarm paused and hugged the minibot tighter as he felt a slick glossia licking the inside of his servo. "What are you doing?"
"Hmmm?" Bee smiled as the rumble continued, the vibrations spreading into him. The servo relaxed but he kept licking at the seams, tracing the length of the digits. "You started it," he murmured, moaning in loss as he felt the hips pull back, shivering as the spike pulled itself free.
"Now I'm ending it." Longarm reached down to retrieve the cloth he had dropped earlier and pouring some more cleanser, scrubbed at the faint paint transfers, wiping away the trails of transfluid. He would have rather left it on him, claimed him like he knew he wanted but now was not the time. "Better finish up, someone's coming," he whispered into his audio but before pulling away completely he licked at the small horn atop his helm.
The smaller mech trembled even as he leaned forward, resting his forehelm on his arm pressed into the wall before him. The solvent was no longer running hot but he still accepted the cloth and cleaned off the remaining transfluid and lubricant from his plating, trembling slightly as he reached between his stabilizers but he gave the command to have his panel slid close and reached out to turn off the showers and just in time.
"Well well well, looks like you managed to clean off all the paint, Bumbler," Wasp sneered as he entered the wash racks.
"Knock it off, the idea of these exercises is to watch each other's backplates," Longarm said as he finished rinsing off from another shower stall.
"It was just a joke," Ironhide said as he moved into the stall next to him and waited for the solvent to activate. "Who the frag used up all the heat?!"
"Yeah, like it wasn't funny the last dozen times, either," Bumblebee muttered as he shook the excess water from his stabilizers.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." Just like every other prank the green minibot threw at him. Bumblebee was ready to ignore him as he left the stall, reaching out to grab a large cloth to dry off.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. That's all you're ever gonna be, a bumbling nothing."
"You're one to talk!" Bee snapped as he whirled to face him. "This may be training but it shows I can't depends on you to watch my backplates! No one can depend on you 'cuz you're more likely to try and blow them up to get ahead!"
"Maybe if you stopped screwing everything up and getting us all in trouble, I might take you seriously!" Wasp argued back.
"Like I care what you think! You think you're so much better than me but you'll still only ever be a minibot!"
"Better a minibot than some bumbler like you!"
Bumblebee literally saw red and was ready to charge at the other mech but servos reached out, grabbing him from behind. It didn't stop him from yelling and cursing at the other mech, struggling against the other mech as he was carried into the locker rooms. "And another thing-!" A servo reached up and covered his mouthplates, muffling his curses.
"Calm down or else Sentinel will come and have us doing transform ups until our cogs give out," he murmured to him. Looking around he moved them to the farther corner of the area, and out of view of the single security camera. He continued to hold the struggling minibot, refusing to let go but eventually he stopped and he slowly lowered his servo. "You done?"
"Soon as I show him how to use a grenade properly," he growled but he had given up trying to get free. "Fragging glitch, thinks he's so much better."
"He isn't-"
"Scrap right he's not!"
"-but you argue right back. Just ignore him, I'd told you that." Bee muttered something under his vents but Longarm still didn't release him. "At least he didn't see me helping you get cleaned up. Then again, I don't want anybot seeing you like that, especially when you overload from my touch."
Faceplates colored brightly and the mech gasped as digits teasingly stroked at his still sensitive panel. "Lo-Longarm, wait-" He gasped then purred softly as the larger mech began drying him off with the cloth he had used earlier, rubbing at his plating and making certain he got everywhere. Bee could feel the rest of his anger fading with the pampering, he took the cloth and returned the favor. Soon both were dry but he didn't look up at him. He felt—confused.
"Longarm…"
"Yeah?"
"… earlier… you, your spike…" he wanted him to take it, he was trying to show him but did he want him to say it? "Why didn't you… um…"
"Why didn't I take your seal?" The yellow mech didn't say anything but he refused to look up at him. Venting softly, he tilted his servo under his chin and lifted his faceplates up to look at him. "Believe me, I wanted to, you were begging me to, but I heard Ironhide and Wasp coming and I was not going to give them a show."
"Yeah… bet it woulda fried their processors," Bumblebee grumbled but he leaned into the servo as it reached up to caress the side of his helm, a digit brushing over a cheek ridge. Out in the open Longarm would be distant, barely acknowledging him or outright ignore him but when they had a chance to be alone, he was the complete opposite. He acted like he loved him.
Loved him.
The idea caused his spark to pulse strongly in his chassis, everything seemed to move in a blurr as he pulled the taller mech down and pressed their derma together in a kiss. He felt the other mech tense before pulling him close, kissing him back. Glossias brushed against one another, words not needed but as much as they wanted to stay like this they couldn't. Slowly, reluctantly, they pulled back from one another. Bee blinked as he found himself sitting on Longarm's lap but smiled as he leaned forward, letting their forehelms touch.
"Can I still get Wasp back for calling me bumbler?"
"No. But you can get him back for interrupting us."
"Deal! He won't know what hit him!" The minibot smiled at the laugh coming from his lover and smiled as he hugged him tighter, tightening his stabilizers around his neck, feeling as his own wrapped tighter around his waist. "I love you."
Blue optics widen even as lip plates pulled in a sad smile. "I know."
"B—lebe—can y—ar—e?"
All he could hear was static but the voice kept repeating itself. His processor was arching pretty badly but he managed to force his optics to online and looked through a pixelated mess of colors. He felt his derma parting but quickly shut them when he realized he couldn't hear himself speak. In fact, he couldn't hear or feel anything.
Shockwave could see panic starting to settle in; he reached out to gently rest his servo on the minibot's chassis. "It is alright, I'm going to repair you," he said only to realize he could not hear him. "I am sorry." He reached for the manual shut down switch and turned it off. Bright blue optics flickered off and soon the yellow frame went still then limp. The minibot was out but the former Decepticon scientist went back to work on repairing him. It didn't matter that he was an Autobot who had been ordered to bring him in to stand trial, one he knew would be rigged so no matter what he said would ultimately spell out his execution. It was all highly illogical, and yet he couldn't do it to him. Ignoring the unnecessary thought processes, he plugged back into the helm, rooting out glitches and errors he could find, determined to save the minibot even if meant his own freedom.
The next time the Elite Guardsmech online his chronometer indicated a joor had passed since he was last online and his system had been repaired but by an outside source. 'What, outside source?' he asked himself but instead of forcing it allowed everything to online one by one. He vented in relief when he realized he had full access to his system which meant he could move and he could hear the systems of another mech right next to him. He wanted to tense but he was aware of a servo resting on his chassis, of a digit gently rubbing over his insignia as he slowly booted up. It felt—nice.
"Bumblebee, can you hear me?" It took him a klik to recognize the vocalizer and even though his vision was still pixelated he focused in on the single glowing light.
"Shockwave…" He waited as the pixels became sharper and he could not make out the 'Con's faceplates (or lack of). In fact, the room they were in was incredibly dark and he didn't realize his night vision had activated. Venting softly, he slowly pushed himself up so he was sitting up, dimly aware of the servo (Shockwave's) slipping off his chassis. "What, happened?"
"What do you recall?"
"Recall—oh. I remember you said a bomb was going off, and we were trying to get to the main level, but I remember falling, then you were with me…" Oh he defiantly remembered him reaching down for him, then being held tightly, and he remembered hitting something really hard then nothing. Reaching up he rubbed at his helm and winced when his digits brushed over a badly dented horn. "Oow."
"Don't," the dark violet mech said as he reached out to pull his servo away from touching it. "I pulled the two of us onto another floor and was able to find a room far from the blast. However, when the device finalized the countdown it destroyed the remains of New Kaon. But in the process, it sealed us within here." He looked over to where the door had been only for it to be completely covered in rumble and debris from the remains of the cityscape.
"What?" Bumblebee couldn't believe it, they were trapped! "What about the walls-"
"Everything has been reinforced in case the Autobots thought to invade New Kaon by using the energon tunnels that once fueled Cybertron."
"Cybertron has tunnels?" Blinking Bee looked away from the other mech. "So, you're saying, we're trapped here with no way out."
"Affirmative."
"Great." Oh this was just perfect! He didn't have to ask about their energy signatures, if it wasn't the amount of scrap around them they were no doubt too deep beneath the surface to get any kind of comm link out. He could even reach his ship. Frowning Bee looked down at him only to see he had fresh weld marks. "Wait. Shockave, did you… did you, repair me?"
The former scientist was silent but he refused to look at him as he slowly got to his peds. "You require fuel in order to remain operational. I believe there may be some still here," he said and made to leave the mech but was halted when he felt a servo grab his. "Release me-"
"I met Coldfire." He saw him tense but continued speaking. "I was looking for information and trying to find somebot who claimed to have seen you when I found her bar in one of the lower cityscapes. We, started talking and I asked her about what happened… she told me everything."
"… Do you understand why I will never be granted a fair trial? Sentinel Magnus will see to it that all Decepticons are persecuted and claim it for the justice of Cybertron."
"But, if you can just talk with the High Council-"
"The High Council made me the mech I am today!" he shouted angrily as he ripped his servo away from the yellow mech, turning on him, his single red optic glowing brightly. "I tried to get them to see reason, to show them the dark days and refused to be silent, they performed empurata on me, while I was still online. They stole everything I was and made me—this."
Bumblebee could only stare at him with wide optics, suddenly very afraid. "Wha… what are you talking about?"
"… this was long before your time, before even the time of your Prime, but it is the act of having one's helm and servos removed, and in their place to be installed a featureless helm and digit-less claws, to show the citizens they are to be shunned for their crimes." He looked down at his servo but even now he could not remember what they used to look like, or what he used to look like. The council even made sure to erase him from the archives so he would never know.
"… … … I… I didn't know…" Bumblebee whispered as he stared at the ground. Was everything he knew, fought for, was it all one grand lie after another? Was he even making a difference like he wanted? But a tiny part of his processor argued that this was Shockwave, a Decepticon who lied to everyone—especially him. "So why did you save her? Why did you risk your plating for a femme and orphaned sparklings? Why did you save me?"
"…"
"I have a right to know!" he shouted at him angrily as he got to his peds. "You owe me that much!"
"… it was illogical, to save them but I cannot explain my actions even against you, but as positive that I will face an early execution, at least I will be brought in by the only Autobot I know who deeply cares for the welfare of Cybertron and her future."
"… Shockwave-" He froze when the scientist turned to him, holding out his servos. He blinked and looked up at him in confusion. "What's this?"
"You have almost completed your mission, all that is required is to bring me in," he said calmly, even going so far to kneel before him, still holding his servos out to him.
Bee didn't know what to do, his own servos shook as he debated whether or not to remove the extra pair of stasis cuffs he had in his subspace but instead he gripped the claws, smiling weakly as they closed over his digits. He found himself leaning forward, pressing his forehelm to the top of his, optics dimming as they closed. "This, reminds me of the first time I confessed my feelings to you in boot camp," he whispered softly. "Remember?"
"… affirmative." He remembered everything; he remembered seeing the bright yellow mech, how small he was compared to other one and how similar he and Wasp looked, but his personality was so different. He was loud, boastful, uncoordinated, and yet he was not afraid to fight for what he believed in, strived to become better, and befriended the green klutz when everybot avoided him. He vented softly and reached out, unaware that he had activated his transformation into that of his Autobot disguise as he wrapped his servos around the smaller frame, holding him tightly. "I'm sorry, Bee. I didn't want to hurt you. I had forgotten how to feel anything, and Megatron's words rang true: everything was unjust, they weren't even allowed designations of their own."
"Shock-I mean Longarm…" he wasn't sure what to say and even with the taller mech on his knees their faceplates were at level with one another but his own servos wrapped around his neck cables. "Does that mean, your feelings for me, weren't real?"
Blue optics blinked at they focused onto silver faceplates, the dim look in his optics, his EM field held tightly in but as his reached out he could feel his fear of rejection, desperate to be loved, to be wanted. Part of him that was still Shockwave argued that feelings were illogical, there were meaningless and not worth any amount of processing over, and yet there was a part of him that longed for somebot to share his spark with, to experience warmth and joy and love-
"I love you." That came completely out of nowhere and the minibot looked at him in surprise; the taller mech closed the distance between them and took his lip plates into a kiss. Primus! He had nearly forgotten how good this felt as servos tightened around the slender frame, crushing him close he was dimly aware of being kissed back. After several kliks he pulled back, both venting hard but his systems took over as he lowered the yellow mech to the floor, stroking the warm plating, moaning as his lover let out soft cries of pleasure. "I love you, Bee. I've always loved you," he murmured against his neck cables, moving his derma lower, digits and glossia teasing hot spots he could never forget, listening to the sweet sounds the mech beneath him made.
"L-Long… arm…!" Bumblebee gasped, arching into the caresses. Memories of his dream came back and his own system was reacting to the pleasurable sensations. His servos dug into the floor, scratching the dirty flooring, He flushed as he felt a wet glossia trace the seams of his panel and let out a soft whimper as it opened. "S-s'not funny!" he forced out when he heard a low chuckle but when he tried to close his stabilizers he looked down to see they were being held open.
"Sorry. It's just like how I remember it… wonder if it still tastes the same." Rubbing at the inside of his stabilizers he leaned down and licked. Looking up his optics locked onto those of the Elite Guardsmech and saying nothing more, opened his mouth and took the spike slowly inside, slowly moving down until his derma were pressed firmly to the housing. Just as good as he remembered he slowly pulled back, sucking hard as he reached the tip then swallowed it down once more. The whimpering cry Bee let out and hearing his cooling fans kicking on made him groan and continued. The lean stabilizers trembled beneath his grip, hips trying to buck up to drive himself deeper inside, but he made sure to keep him pinned down. Longarm kept the slow pace, moaning at the taste and spread the black-plated thighs farther, sliding his servos up and rubbed at the naked valve. The mesh plating was still soft as he remembered, scorching hot, dripping wet, and so sensitive that as he stroked it the entire frame shook, armor rattling and servos gripped at his helm.
"L-Longarm! Wait! I… I…!" Been tried to tell him but he let out a shaky cry and his backstrut arched as the digits pushed their way inside, opening his valve and letting out even more drops of lubricant but it also revealed something to the other mech as he pulled off his spike with a hard suction at the tip. "Nghh hahh!"
"You… you're, still sealed…?" He had prepared himself for this, that the minibot had his seal taken by someone else, that he decided to give the honor to someone who he felt didn't betray him, but just behind the plush entrance was the silicon seal that showed he was still untouched. "But…"
"I… always wanted… you, to take it…" Bumblebee panted softly, gently rubbing at his helm. He smiled down at him, cheek ridges flushed brightly. "It's yours… if… if you still, want it?"
Heat exploded throughout his system, cooling fans kicking on with a low roar, the former Prime was certain his faceplates were burning with the intensity of a red star. Did, did he want to take his seal after all this time? Did he want him to experience an overload so strong it caused his processor to crash and send him offline? Did he want to hear the minibot crying out his designation like he was the living embodiment of Primus himself?
"… longarm…?" came the hesitant and quiet voice.
… you bet your sweet aft he did! Servos gripped at the slender waist, pulling the frame up as he sat up on his knees, pulling him up he firmly wrapped his one of his servo around the slick thigh, keeping it spread open he leaned forward and began lavishing the lubricant covered valve with an eager and hungry glossia. The static-keening cry was music to his audios as he licked and swallowed the silvery pink fluids, holding the minibot tightly with his other servo so he wouldn't fall. His blue optics slid close, losing himself in the delicious and sweet taste of what he believed he'd never be able to taste, but his single red optic continued to watch and record it all to his memory banks.
Despite the position being just a tad bit uncomfortable and it was forcing his helm to look down his chassis at a slightly painful angle, Bee was forgetting everything about him. He forgot why he was in this debris filled room, why the wall with the only door leading in or out was blocked. Why he had been looking for the Decepticon, he even forgot his full designation. Part of him thought to cover his derma, to muffle his keening cries but instead he clawed at the floor, searching for something to grab and instead dug his digits into the other mech's stabilizers, trying to arch into him but his tight embrace kept him from moving around. The relentless assault on his seal was driving him insane, probing and flicking against the flexible membrane, the sensors behind it aching to be caressed, even his spike begged to be touched but when he tried to tell him all he could do was cry out in pleasure. It was as though he had forgotten how to speak.
Bee was dimly aware of being lowered, of his stabilizers being wrapped around a thick waist, skilled servos stroking his sides, digits brushing over hot spots, a slick glossia licking away the transfluid before invading his mouth. The two mechs swallowed each other's moans, fans still running on high but as he felt something thick press into his hyper sensitive valve he pushed at the mech, panting heavily.
"Lo-Longarm… wait," he whispered, looking away as he felt him stop then slowly pull back.
"Wait… but, I thought you, wanted this," he said quietly, reaching down to cup his heated faceplates into his servo, using a digit to wipe away some transfluids he had missed.
"I do," Bee moaned, holding the servo close he licked the precum away, curling his glossia around the digit as he did so. "I want you to take me… as the mech you really are… as Shockwave."
For a split astrosecond, the former Prime felt his processor stall but without warning his system gave the command to transform and he found himself once more in his Decepticon frame. He made to pull back but was surprised when Bumblebee pulled him down and kissed him on his non-existent lip plates, tightening his stabilizers around his far slenderer waist. He couldn't help but groan as the hips shifted against his own, making his spike twitch and pulse in longing.
"Bu… Bumblebee… w-why?" he asked with a moan, unable to keep himself from rocking against the yellow frame, trembling at the feel of fresh lubricant coating his aching spike, hips bucking as he felt a yellow-tipped servo reach down to grasp it, guiding closer.
"I want you to take it, to take me, like the mech you truly are," he whispered softly. Laying back Bee's cheek ridges were still flushed brightly with heat but he pulled Shockwave closer, gently tugging on his spike as he rubbed the tip against the opening and over his very sensitive node. "Please, Shockey?"
Even though he didn't have faceplates of his own, just a featureless helm with a single optic, he felt them heat up. He leaned in close, optic dimming even as he wrapped his clawed servos around the slender hips, lifted them up as he slowly began to push in. It was so good, so hot, so tight, so wet, so… so…
"… per… fect…" It was perfect, the way the two moved against one another, the friction of their plating causing sparks as they managed to reach an overload together they called out one another's designation with so much passion.
Bee clung to Shockwave even as he trembled, feeling him do the same, servos tightening. He wasn't sure how long they rode out the pleasure, it could have been kliks, it could have been joors, maybe even longer but it was the most intense pleasure he had ever felt. His engine gave a deep, satisfying purr as he felt claws gently rubbing the back of his helm and backstrut.
"… never pegged you for a romantic, Shockey…" he murmured quietly, a slight hint of static coating his words.
"Only when I am around you, Bumblebee," he said calmly, looking down at him with affection and love in his optic. He shifted slightly as he gently pulled the minibot off, murmuring words of affection when Bee cringed in clear discomfort, and held him close to his chassis as he leaned against the wall. He was aware that they were both covered in various fluids and that the Autobot's own panel ahdn't closed yet but it was just the two of them and it could wait. He vented softly when he saw his fuel errors were very low. "We must refuel soon."
"M'kay…" Bee murmured sleepily, feeling his recharge cycle beginning to start up. "Ya think… we're, gonna get out… outta here… soon…" He never heard his answer as his optics dimmed then offlined, his frame relaxing as he slipped into a deep and much needed recharge and also in an attempt to conserve what energy he had remaining.
There was a long pause before the wanted scientist answered with a quiet "Affirmative." He made sure he was holding the minibot close to his chassis, feeling his own recharge cycle trying to put him into stasis when he heard something outside the room. He narrowed his optic as he tried focusing in on the sound. It sounded, like digging? Yes, there was something digging through the debris and it was followed by the muffled voices of strangers. Perhaps the Elite Guard had noticed one of their own were missing and had come looking for him. He knew he should leave or find a way to escape, but he could not leave Bee here like this. If he had to, he would make it seem as though he had taken advantage of him if to spare him from being branded a traitor. With the yellow helm pressed to his chassis he gently wrapped his claws around the neck cables, the damage he had done nothing more than a slight mark as more of the debris was cleared, followed by a cloud of dirt. When it cleared he was surprised to see several large framed mechs pulling the debris free with grunts and curses, each wearing faded brands of either Decepticons or Autobots, but they looked at him in shock. Or rather, they looked at the minibot cradled in his arms.
"Whoa… some mech had a good frag," one of the mehcs grinned and roughly nudged the other.
"Heard a minibot's valve is the best feeling ever," another smirked. "Hey, mind letting us have a go?"
Shockwave narrowed his optic dangerously as them even as he tightened his servos around the deeply recharging mech. He didn't say anything but he was not letting these glitches near his sweet little bot.
"I don't think he wants to share, mechs."
"So? We dug him out, we deserve somethin'," the apparent leader said and walked towards Shockwave but fell flat on his faceplates with a low curse as something struck him hard in the back of his helm. "What the slag?!"
"What the frag are you glitches doing?!" Coldfire snapped at them angrily, servos planted on her hips, tapping the plating with the tips of her claws.
"N-nothing! Swear to Primus!" one of them stammered nervously.
"Oh really? Spell Primus." The mech seemed to gray and when she growled as him he bolted out of the hole, followed by the other. Looking at Shockwave she nodded but saw the very obvious puddle of mixed fluids. Her wing gave a twitch and she watched as the mech she had struck got to his peds. "Well?" The mech growled but seeing her wing twitch, flaring slightly, said nothing as he left via the hole they had made, muttering under his vents about femmes being nothing but scrap. "Like he's one to talk," she muttered but looking at the scientists smirked, cocking her hip out. "Well, looks like you two had some fun catching up."
"Not that I am not grateful for your assistance, how did you know we were trapped?" he asked he, accepting the cleaning cloth she tossed him and cleaned bee up first, being mindful of his still bared valve.
"You really think anybot wouldn't notice a big aft explosion coming from the remains of New Kaon?" she scoffed. "Besides, I figured you needed some help. You saved me once, so I owed you."
It had been exactly one deca-cycle when Sentinel last heard from the bumbling scout. Pitt, he hadn't even wanted to make him an Elite Guard but it had been Ultra Magnus' last request. Well, actually, his last request before passing into the Well of the AllSpark was to reward the brave team of Autobots who defeated Megatron and brought back the AllSpark to Cybertron. And of course, the annoying yellow glitch said he wanted to be an Elite Guard so they High Council gave it to him.
'Can't even do a simple mission!' he argued angrily to himself. Sure, he could have sent more experienced mechs to track down the wanted criminal Shockwave but the mech was as sly and a turbofox and twice as cunning. What would have been the point? And it wasn't like the mech wasn't doing anything important, he made damn sure of that. 'So why the slag isn't he responding to anymore of my comms?' he looked up sharply when he heard a knock on his office door. "What is it?!"
"An important message came from you, Sentinel Magnus, sir."
Grumbling about the incompetence of drones he stormed over to his door, snatched the items from the Autobot Trooper's servo then slammed the door shut, punching in his own personal code to lock it from inside. The item was a data pad but as he turned it on he let out a snort when he realized it was a message from the bumbler himself.
"Glitch no doubt got himself in some deep slag. Should let him fester in whatever Pitt-forsaken mess he got himself trapped in," he muttered under his vents, dropping into his plush chair behind his desk and opened the message. There was a bit of static before the image cleared to reveal the faceplates of the minibot, his normally brightly colored plating looked a bit dinged up but he was otherwise online.
"If you're reading this, Sentinel magnus, sir, then consider this my official last message to you. What I am about to say I have been thinking about for these last several solar cycles, coming to terms about truths that I learned and in turn, it made him think about my own part of it and what I really wanted in my life cycle," he began, speaking as though he was reciting something from his memory banks. "Ever since I was a sparkling, I wanted to be part of the Elite Guard, I wanted to be like them. A bot mechs and femmes could look up to, someone to be depended on in times of need, to be a hero for Cybertron. I knew it wasn't going to be easy but if was something I would have done anything for. When I got the message that I was accepted into the Autobot Bootcamp I was so excited, it meant I was that much closer to achieving my dream. If I knew then what I know now, it might have changed everything."
"What the slag does that mean?" he grumbled.
"You, did not make it easy. You were demanding, harsh, brutal even, forcing us to do transform up for cycles on end, but I get it, it was part of your job to train us. Secretly I think you had more fun with it than any other Minor before you." The Magnus allowed a smirk to grace his derma. "But it wasn't until much later I realized you always picked on me. Yeah I didn't make it easy, I messed up a lot, I didn't know when to keep my lip plates shut, and in an effort to weed out the secret Decepticon spy I ended up making you look bad. Wait, no, I just made you reveal your true colors, sir. Optimus was always a better Prime, just wish everyone realized it before but then again he proved himself by taking down Megatron and bringing the AllSpark back to Cybertron with his team of maintenance bots."
"Why you little!" the navy-blue Magnus seethed at the data pad. The next time he saw that bumbler…!
"In case you're wondering, Shockwave is gone. I looked everywhere for him but I can't find him. Maybe he succumbed to his injuries when he tried to offline Ultra magnus, maybe somebot else got to him, all I know is I looked everywhere and all I could find was this." He lifted his servo up and revealed a piece of broken armor that looked like it had been an antenna or some sort of horn with the end broken and charred. It took Sentinel a few kliks to realize it was part of the missing Decepticon's helm. "I think this is a perfect indicator that he's gone and he's not coming back. But that also brings me to what I really wanted to tell you." Bumblebee was silent for several kliks, his vents silently cycling air before he spoke up. "I am officially resigning from the Elite Guards. On top of them I was also resigning from being classified from an Autobot."
"What?!"
"I've seen, learned, and experienced so much thanks to Bulkhead, Sari, Optimus, Ratchet, Prowl… Jazz, the jettwins, Ultra Magnus and even you. But I also learned something about myself from every battle I've been in either with Decepticons or the various humans on Earth. I thought I found something I wanted to do with my lifecycle. But during my search looking for Shockwave I learned something that I wish I never found out but I am thankful I did find out." He looked off to the side, his optics dim. "Being an Elite Guard, that was never my dream. Not the way I was thinking, but I can't just pretend everything is normal and go on living a lie. I have a new dream, and it doesn't even concern Cybertron." He vented deeply, shutting his optics tightly but he looked at the screen and his bright blue optics had a cold, hard edge to them.
"You a glitch, Sentinel. You never shoulda been made a Minor much less a Prime and you will never be as great a Magnus as Ultra Magnus," he said firmly. "The High Council are an even bigger group of glitches for letting you continue but there is one thing I learned from Earth and especially Prowl is that you reap what you sow. Oh, don't bother looking for me because this is the last time you will ever see me." His servo came up as though to turn off the recording but paused and he turned his attention back to the screen, leaning in close. "Before I forget, let me give you some advice. Power tends to corrupt, so you better watch yourself or the bot that comes after your energon won't be a Decepticon." There was a click followed by a brief burst of static and the data pad went blank. The data pad soon went flying through the air where it shattered against the locked door as an enraged Magnus went around destroying his office while cursing a canary yellow bumbler.
Aboard a simple ship a tall, slender mech was looking over the console before him. The coordinates were accurate, but it would take time to arrive safely, especially since he didn't want anyone to see them going anywhere. But then again, this ship was much different from the one his love used to own.
'I never would have thought of Swindle of all mechs to be reasonable,' he thought to himself with a wry smirk.
"What are you smirking about?" came a vocalizer from behind as small digits slid around his shoulders from behind.
"I had heard rumors and tales that our salesmech was a bot who could take every cred you had long before you could process what just happened," he answered, leaning into the smaller mech and reaching out to wrap his servo around his slender waist as he pressed his frame into his side.
"Yeah, and it wasn't just Decepticons he conned either." Venting softly the minibot watched him type away at the console but it didn't take him long to turn the seat around and climb onto the other mech's lap, smiling down at him his digits slid over and began to gently trace his newly constructed faceplates, watching as his lover leaned into them with soft, gentle purrs of pleasure. "So, this is what you looked like before?" he asked softly.
"… Its been so long, even with the images that Coldfire had managed to find, I could not remember," he admitted softly. Looking at the images and even the video files of the empurata ritual, it didn't feel like it was him. The burnt orange and dark brown servos gently lifted his faceplates up and smooth derma pressed against his own. His servos, now with actual and functioning digits, wrapped around the slender frame, pulling him closer. The reconstruction had been successful, but since he couldn't remember who he used to be, the doctor had given him a new identity. The blockers that had been placed deep in his processor were being broken down code by code so he was slowly regaining the emotions he thought had been lost forever, but that didn't matter. Shockwave was gone, as well as Bumblebee. Gone was his tall, sharp, dark violet frame and replaced with a dark silver frame with several dark accents, making him almost resemble a seeker without the wings. The minibot sitting on his lap was more compact, a dark burnt gold color but broken up with the random ragged streak of deep brown. There was also the occasional spike that showed he was not to be underestimated. The both of them pulled back from the kiss but didn't pull back completely, forehelms resting against the other.
"New chance at a lifecycle, Shockey," the smaller mech smiled at him, wrapping his slender digits around his neck cables. "Thought of a new designation yet?"
"No, not yet. Though I admit I am finding it difficult to refer to you as Yellow Jacket even with your new, enticing frame," he murmured, sliding his digits along his sides, purposely tracing seams he leaned forward and lightly nipped at the slender neck cables. "At least you still make the sweet of sounds, my sweet little Bee…"
"S-shut up… ahh…!" Even with new plating he still retained a lot of his original sensors although his lover was more than happy to explore everything as though it was the first time. It didn't stop him from doing the same, shivering as he felt him growl against him, the vibrations spreading into him and causing lubricant to fill his valve. "Shockey… oh Primus, please!"
"Please, what? You have to be more specific," he murmured into his audio receiver, servos slipping to the other mech's aft and pulling him close, rubbing their rapidly heated interface panels together. He groaned aloud at the sharp cry his lover let out, the way his servos dug into sensitive seams.
"F-Frag, frag me!" Bee shouted aloud, a hot rush of heat filling his faceplates as his panel immediately snapped open. He was dimly aware of another panel snapping open as he was lifted only to feel the floor of the ship pressing into his backplates, a pulsing hot frame moving between his stabilizers, possessive and hungry lip plates taking his for a passionate kiss even as a servo took his, digits intertwining together. "Sh… Shockey… I love you…"
"… I know," the taller mech said, smiling he squeezed the servo he gently pinned as he arched forward, taking his lover and watching him cry out as he was filled by his spike. "I love you, Bee."
Author's Notes: I think this is the longest chapter so far, and well, the fluffy angst bunny of writing hit me! He carries a rubber mallet but it still hurts. (rubs head) Anyway, this was a bit of a challenge since Shockwave is a mech that thinks of nothing but pure logic. But then again, I've never known Shockwave to actually go undercover as an Autobot either. Anyway, reading about his history via the comics I was shocked to see that Shockwave used to be a normal mech and was punished by having his head and hands forcefully changed to the mech we know him now. No wonder he thinks the way he did! So that's when the Fluffball of Dread came hopping along and proceeded to wallop me into writing this.
Star, I hope you enjoyed it and thanks you once more for requesting this pairing. To everyone else, I hope you enjoyed this as well so please leave a review. Next chapter is a doozle and it's for the very talented JazztheTiger. In other words, that one will be one hell of a smutlet (snickers)