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Author's Notes: Bee wasn't sure what happened, and maybe he did have too much high-grade, and maybe he lost his seals to the jettwins, but why was he looking at his team in a different light? When did the Elite Guard start looking so good? This scout is on a mission to find out by taking on the mechs one at a time.
Title: Slutty Bee (Part 1)
Pairing: AutobotsxBumblebee (Animated)
Requested: JazzTheTiger (AO3)
Soft blue optics onlined, pixelated but slowly they adjusted everything was picture perfect. Yellow tipped digits slowly reached up and cradled a matching colored helm as optics closed, a pained grunt escaping sore vocalizer. 'What… did I do… last, cycle?' the mech asked himself. He thought about moving but held back when his tanks gave a lurch at the mere thought process of movement so instead he laid where he was and allowed his systems to reboot.
A new memory file notification popped up on his HUD and it made him wonder for a moment. He may not remember what he did but he certainly recorded it. Starting it up he found himself in the company of two other mechs: taller frames, slender, colors of orange-yellow and blue-gray. Derma plating curled into a smile as he remembered the two mechs as good friends. But watching the vid he felt himself lose the smile and his optics onlined in a flash and, against his better judgment, he sat up.
'Bad idea. Really bad idea!' he groaned to himself, trying to calm the almost violent churning. The video had stopped but he was now aware that he was laying on a berth and that he wasn't alone. When he sat up the servos wrapped around him slid down to rest in his lap, the mechs on either side of him barely stirred as they continued to recharge silently. Once his optic sensors cleared the minibot followed the servos down to their respective owners, Jetstorm and Jetfire. He felt a wave of confusion flow through him, followed quickly by recognition, then a mix of surprise, arousal, and embarrassment. Now he was remembering bits and pieces more clearly, especially some rather intimate details, details that was causing his interface components to warm up-
No. No no no! The twins were some of his best friends and he was not going to think of them in such a way! But it didn't stop the shiver of pleasure as he tried moving off the berth, servos sliding off his frame, leaving small trails of heat behind. Moving to the end of the berth he had to stop when his tanks gave another lurch and a low fuel indicator popped up in his HUD but he froze when he heard movement and turned to his berthmates. Jetfire had rolled into the spot Bumblebee had just vacated, venting softly he wrapped his servos around Jetstorm who was more than willing to do the same to him, their engines letting out soft purrs of contentment. The minibot found himself longing to be sandwiched between them once more, to feel their servos holding him close, digits caressing seams and stroking cables in between gaps, doing the same as their frames began heating up-
With an angry (mental) snarl the yellow mech forced himself from the berth, moving carefully to a table that still held at least half a cube of high-grade from last night as several empty containers that had been shared among the three of them. Without pausing he grabbed it and made his way to the adjoined washroom off to the side. It was simple and he didn't bother with the lights as he stumbled to the shower and turned it on. The solvent was cold so he waited for it to warm up and drank at the cube he still held, feeling a pleasant warmth as the fuel filled his tank and rushed through the cables in his frame.
'Wish they knew where they got this from,' he thought to himself, remembering that the twins had said they had found it in storage but for some reason it had been hidden by other boxes. Once he was done the warmth had spread through every part of his frame and he felt good but he still moved into the shower and moaned lowly as the now warmed solvent rained down on him. He stood there for a while, enjoying the feeling he slowly began moving his servos over his plating, slowing down when he traced over dents and marks he just knew happened last night. The warmth was now steadily growing, his systems were reporting his core temperature increasing and his sensory network was becoming more sensitive but it didn't stop him from continuing. He paused when he reached between his stabilizers when his digits came away slick; lifting them he noted the traces of silvery white fluids that he knew was definitely not solvent and bit down on his bottom derma plating as his interface components gave a subtle throb. Unbidden the memory file resumed playing and this time he didn't bother to stop it.
Bee knew the twins were close, but he never realized they were that close. He also knew it wasn't polite to be staring at them but he couldn't help but watch the way their servos slid over one another's frame, or ignore the rising whirl of their cooling fans. In the back of his processor he thought that with Jetstorm being the oldest he would be more dominating, but it was Jetfire that had him pinned to the berth, digits firmly stroking at the blue-gray panel to which the owner was letting out such needy sounds.
"B-Brother… is needing…" the visored mech whimpered, hips bucking up into the warm servo. With one servo holding himself up, the other could only grip at his twin, their friend momentarily forgotten. He moaned lowly as his panel snapped open and familiar digits rubbed at his leaking array.
[EDITED]
'O-Oh Primussss… I… they're so fragging hot… does, it really feel that good?' He wanted to ask them about it but he was afraid if he said anything they would stop. He whimpered softly as the heat was becoming so much hotter, the pain was now overwhelming the pleasure but he was dimly aware that there was a small puddle of fluids rapidly growing beneath him. He offlined his optics, listening to the wet eager sounds of the jettwins instead. Forcing his stabilizers apart his panel immediately snapped open and this time he couldn't stop the soft cry as the cool air hit his overheated interface components. His fans were whirling so loudly he didn't realize his friends had stopped and had been watching him, their own optics dark with lust and desire.
Bee let out a low groan, still remembering the feel of their digits caressing his frame, their frames pressing into his, then they were holding him open as they took turns showing him just good it felt. He flushed as he watched himself being caressed, the soft squeak he let out when Jetstorm moved behind him and lifted his stabilizers up, opening them for Jetfire who settled between them with a teasing smile that spoke a promise that it would be good.
'Better than good,' he moaned lowly as he went back to stroking his frame but this time as he reached down between his stabilizers his panel snapped back and his digits stroked at the wet mesh. The minibot bit down on his lower lip plate and leaned heavily against the wall, closing his optics as he imagined a dark yellow-orange helm moving between his stabilizers, a slick, hot glossia licking and probing his then sealed valve.
[EDITED]
Optics onlined and the minibot found himself sitting on the floor of the shower, confused until he realized his spike had retracted back into its housing and his valve was tingling where he had his digits buried deeply inside. 'Primus… I did it again…' Slowly he removed his servos, whimpering softly at the sensation of loss and tried to ignore the mix of lubricant and transfluid mixing with the lukewarm solvent as it went down the drain. He turned it off and grabbed a sheet to dry off as he left the washroom, wondering what he should do now when two frames ambushed him.
"Mmmph-!" Optics grew large and servos immediately gripped at the servos but he couldn't pull back as the mech behind him held him tightly, catching a failing servo and holding it tightly. It took him a few kliks but he realized it was the Jetstorm kissing him passionately, moaning softly as their glossias tangled together and Jetfire was sucking at the sensitive cables in his neck, their four servos roaming his damp frame and rubbing at his still open panel.
"We is waiting for you, sweet Bee," jetfire vented into his audio, licking at a seam that made the minibot whimper softly. "We is thinking, you is not liking us when you not in berth."
"B-But… I-ngh!" he moaned as Jetstorm nipped the other side of his neck, lifting a stabilizer up. "I did li-oh Primus-like it!" he panted heavily, curling a servo around the back of Jetstorm's neck, the other reaching around to grip Jetfire's servo where it was rubbing at his spike's housing.
"We is hearing you in washroom, we is waiting. But…" His words trailed off and he pulled back, tracing the slightly swollen lip plates with a digit, his optic visor a deep blue. "… I is wanting taste, sweet Bee."
"T… tas-taste…?" He knew what he meant, it took him a kklik but he understood. Swallowing Bumblebee nodded and watched as the blue seeker smiled and began to kiss and lick a trail down his frame, paying extra attention to his most sensitive spots. Soon the seeker was on his knees, lifting a stabilizer Bee blushed when he kissed the inside of it, having it rest over his shoulder he watched and as soon as a slick glossia licked at his valve he cried out and would have fallen if Jetfire didn't tighten his hold around him.
"You be enjoying more, brother is good very," the other seeker murmured proudly, guiding the servo to wrap around the back of his neck cables and wrapped both servos around his frame, digits tracing and rubbing at his spike housing he nuzzled the neck cables, humming softly as the minibot tilted his helm to the side to give him more room.
[EDITED]
The three of them rode out their pleasure together, fluids staining their condensation-soaked plating, cooling fans struggling to keep running, their systems running too hot but they dropped down onto the berth, weakly clinging to each other as they fell into a forced stasis just long enough to regain enough energy to move on their own. For Bumblebee, he finally felt some of the intense charge leaving him but he had no idea that this was only the beginning.
The yellow speedster didn't think he would be so happy to be back at the warehouse, racing inside he skidded to a stop and transformed though he winced as he stretched. Okay, maybe he should have waited a bit longer before leaving the SteelHaven but he didn't want anyone to come looking for him.
'Still can't believe I got fragged by them more than once,' he thought to himself. Holy slag that had been amazing, and so much better than self-servicing with his servo anytime so why was he feeling guilty about it? Shaking his helm he decided not to think about it and headed deeper into the warehouse, but he blinked in surprise when he saw it was empty. "Hey! Anybot home?" he called out but there was no answer. "… okay…" Shrugging he debated heading to his room but he shuddered his optics as a grin came to his faceplates. If no one was here, then he could do the one thing he always wanted to do and no one could say anything! Turning to his favorite radio station he was pleased to hear it was in the middle of playing music non-stop with no commercials for the remainder of the afternoon. Turning the music as loud as he could the minibot began dancing to the beat, trying to mimic some of the dance moves that he had seen on the entertainment screen. Soon he was in the zone as he continued dancing to the music, enjoying himself and even singing to some of the songs he knew he never heard two engines coming closer until a black and gold-trimmed motorcycle and a white sports car drove into the factory and transformed into two nearly identical robots.
Jazz couldn't help the small smile as he watched the minibot dancing around as he sang some song, clearly enjoying himself. Clearly, he was taking advantage of having the entire factory to himself and having a great time in the process. But looking at the other Cyber Ninja he could see that he was not happy. "Hey, coulda been worse," he pointed out in hopes of getting him to loosen up.
"What could be worse than him playing that noise to audio splitting levels?" he demanded with a frown.
"Well-" But before he could come up with an answer the minibot let out a loud yell (he was certain he still singing) and onlined his optics as he turned, facing them then let out a startled yelp and tripped over his peds as he tried back up only to land roughly on his backplates.
"Ow! I think I dented my aft," Bumblebee muttered even as he rubbed at he bruised plating. He looked up when he heard a muffled snicker and glared at the taller mechs standing in front of him. "S'not funny! And when did you two get back?" he demanded, just a tad embarrassed.
Jazz couldn't stop grinning, but it didn't stop him from moving forward to see if the smaller mech was okay. "Sorry Bee, thought ya woulda heard us comin' in jus' now."
"He might have been able to hear us if he was listening to that noise at such high levels," Prowl commented as he watched them.
"Hey! I told you its not noise, its music!" the scout snapped as he stepped in front of the Cyber Ninja. "You don't even listen to music, all you do is hum in your room."
"What I do in my berthroom is my own choosing, and I do not need to listen to this planet's forms of entertainment to know what is considered noise," he argued back.
"'Cuz you're so uptight! You wouldn't know fun if it fell on your helm!"
"You could stand to learn some patience and respect without me having to remind you every klik of the solar cycle!"
"Whoa hey mechs, ease up!" Jazz said as he purposely moved between the two arguing bots, pushing them apart. "I thought ya two were friends?"
"Why would I wanna be friends with a hard-aft like him?!" Bumblebee snapped.
Prowl looked like he wanted to say something the way his servos clenched into fists; instead he turned sharply and headed to his berthroom, the door whooshing close behind him. Jazz vented softly, knowing that the other mech was very upset and needed a chance to calm down.
"Bee, I know Prowl can seem… rigid-"
"Like he's got Sentinel's lance stuffed right up his aft?"
"… didn't need to picture that. But Prowl likes things to be calm and quiet, he's a peaceful mech. You… well, you're the opposite."
"So what, I'm loud and annoying?" the yellow mech grumbled as he crossed his servos over his chassis.
"Just listen ta me. You're not like Prowl, ya act like ya were sparked here which is really cool. Besides, I really dig your moves."
"Really? I got a bunch of other dance moves I can show you and I heard this song on the radio I think you'll like! I knew you were way cooler than Prowl!" But before Bee could lead the other Cyber Ninja to his berthroom he was stopped.
"I'd really like that but I promised Prowl I'd help him with his ninja training." Giving him a weak smile, he rested his servo on his shoulder. "How about later?"
"Oh. Y-Yeah, everyone is always saying training is more important…" He looked away, suddenly feeling as though he was being left out of everything. Just like always. He jumped when he felt a servo rest on his helm and immediately batted it off, scowling at eh white mech. "Cut it out! I'm not a sparkling!"
"No, but ya act like one. Seriously though, I'll hang out with ya later." Nodding the white mech left him, heading for the hall that led to the berthrooms. Bumblebee watched him go and found himself smiling a bit. At least Jazz was as rigid as Prowl, he at least was willing to give New Detroit and the humans a chance which was waaay more than Sentinel ever could. And he was nice to him and shared similar interests that he did even if he did spend a lot of his time with prowl doing some secret ninja training.
'Wonder what kinda training they're doing,' he thought to himself. He could try and listen in through the door but Jazz was right, Prowl was always quiet so it would be near impossible to hear anything. Except… a grin crossed his derma plates as he thought of the perfect way to spy on the ninjas and the best part, they would never realize he was there! 'Better hurry before I miss anything good!'
"He will never learn, Jazz. How many times must I explain that to you?"
"I hear ya, but he's got a lot of energy to burn. Maybe he could learn to channel that energy into somethin' else."
Optics widen behind the gold-colored visor in surprise. "You cannot be telling me that I should train him in the ancient art of Metallikato?"
"Now I didn't say that, ya did." Even with his mirrored blue visor on anyone who knew the white mech knew he was grinning just from his posture. "Would it really be that bad?"
"Yes, yes it would."
As the two ninjas continued their discussion a yellow figure was carefully making his way through the green foliage of the large tree, being careful not to step on a branch that looked too flimsy to support his mass. He froze each time he heard the leaves rustling or a branch creak before moving along. A servo reached out and carefully parted the leaves, baby blue optics narrowing as they caught sight of the two two slender mechs.
'I made it to the roof and climbed into the tree and neither of them ever noticed! Ha! Take that, ninja bot!' Bumblebee cheered to himself. But he could not hear what they were talking about. At this point part of his processor was telling him to just stay there and see how long it would take Prowl to realize he was in his precious tree, but he was curious about what they were talking about and why did Prowl look annoyed at Jazz? Moving slowly the scout laid himself down on the branch so he was straddling it and began moving forward, trying to be as quiet as possible. Not his best choice as the rough bark scraped along his armor plating, especially those along the inside of his stabilizers and his interface panel but he ignored it as he could just barely hear them talking now.
"… he'd even want to learn… dedicate himself to it?"
"… tried askin' him?"
"No. But I know… wasted effort.
"I bet alotta of bots… Master Yoketron took ya in."
"… we are too different… If you want to train… call you any degrading names."
'Wait, train? Train who? And where have I heard that designation before,' Bee frowned, leaning forward, hoping to hear something but he froze when he heard something cracking. He clung to the branch tightly when he felt it shake under his mass and looking behind him felt his optics widen when he saw part of the branch starting to crack. 'Uh oh.' Okay, maybe this wasn't a good idea and he tried pushing himself back, ignoring the rough texture along the thinner plating, how it was creating a wonderful friction that made him want to moan but he froze when he heard the branch continued to crack. 'Okay I either stay here and keep trying to scoot back, or I move onto another branch and get outta here.' He quickly decided to go for the second option and slowly, carefully, sat up. His arms pinwheeled for a few kliks when the branch he was straddling continued to crack and drop but he reached up and quickly grabbed another branch above him and with a soft grunt, lifted himself up so his stabilizers were hanging on the branch. Now he was hanging upside down from it and just in time as the branch he had been sitting on broke, crashing through several smaller branches and onto the floor.
"… oops." Now his best idea and Bumblebee quickly looked around, expecting both ninjas to be looking at him and bracing himself for the yelling but there was nothing. He looked around but there was nothing. Keeping his stabilizers locked around the tree he slowly let go and continued looking around but there was no sign of either Jazz or, more importantly, Prowl. But, surely, they heard the branch breaking then falling so where did they go-?
"Bumblebee!"
Said scout couldn't help the startled yelp that escaped his vocalizer and looked down to see a very irate Prowl looking down at him from the very branch he was hanging upside down from. He never heard the ninja move and he knew he was in big trouble judging from the frown he had directed right at him. "Prowl! I-I can explain-" A bit of a blessing, a bit of a curse, but the branch both mechs were on was weaker than the one Bumblebee was on as it immediately broke and both were sent plunging down. The black and gold ninja was quick enough to find a much sturdier branch but the scout wasn't, yelling and shutting his optics tightly, trying to brace himself for the impact of his smaller frame to slam into the ground but it never came. After a few tense astroseconds he onlined his optics only to find himself in the servos of the other Cyber ninja and he was looking at him in concern.
"J-Jazz? Wha… what happened?"
"Ya fell outta the tree, mech. Ya alright?" he asked him.
"Y… Y-Yeah… um, t-thanks?" Oh great, now he could feel his faceplates heating up but thankfully Jazz didn't say anything as he lowered him to his peds. Before he could say anything, he looked up and he swore he could feel all the energon drain away at the furious look he was giving him. "Prowl, I-"
"How many times have I told you not climb my tree?! Now because of your carelessness you broke two of the branches!" he said angrily.
"But you-"
"It seems no matter what I tell you you do the opposite. Can you not respect a mech's rules and stay out of his berthroom?!"
"Hey Prowl, maybe ya should calm down," Jazz said as he tried to talk the other ninja down but Bumblebee couldn't take it anymore and exploded right back at his teammate.
"It's a tree, Prowl, they grow branches like that all the time! And Sari said people climb them, that's what they're here for! And it was your fat aft on that second branch that made it break and made me fall!" he yelled right back at him.
"That doesn't explain what you're doing trespassing in my berthroom without my permission."
"If I had knocked and asked to come in would you have let me in?"
"No."
"See! You always think you're better than me!"
"I do not! But then again I don't go wasting a majority of the solar cycle acting like a mech who still clearly has the processing speed of a sparkling."
"Stop treating me like a sparkling, you-you slagger!"
"Both of ya knock it off before I knock both of ya on your afts!" Jazz yelled and he forcefully pushed the two mechs away from one another, putting himself between them. "Look, I don't get what ya deal is but if ya two wanna keep workin' under Optimus then ya two better start getting along or else Ultra Magnus will find better bots to take ya place. And I'm lookin' at you, too, Prowl."
"I have done nothing but listen to him since I joined his team," Prowl replied but after a klik he released a heavy vent of air from his systems. "But, you are correct… I am sorry for yelling at you and causing you to fall from my tree, Bumblebee."
The minibot huffed as he crossed his servos over his chassis once more. "And?"
"… and for insinuating that you retain the processor of a sparkling."
Bumblebee was not about to forgive the ninja but seeing the look Jazz was giving him vented harshly as he forced the words out. "I'm, sorry for sneaking into your room and spying on the both of you." He glanced at Jazz who nodded for him to continue. "And I'm sorry for breaking your tree… and for calling you a slagger." 'Even if you are one,' he added to himself in his helm.
Jazz looked at them before breaking into a grin and slapped the two on their backplates. "Knew ya two were friends! So Bee, why were you spying on us?"
Righting himself from nearly falling over from the mech's heavy slap, Bee rubbed at the back of his neck cables. "Well, you said you were gonna help Prowl with some ninja training, and I was wondering what kinda training it was," he admitted. "And maybe… you could teach me something?"
The white mech shuddered his optics behind his visor and took a klik before breaking into a bigger smile. "I think that's a cool idea. In fact, I bet Prowl would be more than happy to get ya started." He didn't have to look to know that his fellow ninja went completely stiff at the suggestion.
"Now wait a klik-"
"But, why can't you teach me?" Bee asked just a tad disappointed.
"Ah can try, but ah have my servos full with the twins. And besides, ah bet ya can learn from Prowl than ya can from me." Leaning down he wrapped his arm around his shoulder and leaned in to whisper into his audio, "Try askin' him nicely, I'm sure he'll say yes."
Once more heat flushed through the cables in his faceplates, making him practically glow but he found himself stuttering "yes" and soon found himself looking up at the impassive face of the last bot he wanted to talk to. But Jazz's arm around his shoulders felt comforting and nice. "Prowl… will, will you please teach me how to be a Cyber ninja? Like you?" He originally wanted to say "like Jazz" but something told him not to.
Prowl blinked behind his visor, finding himself hesitant to tell him no but the way Bumblebee was looking up at him, optics bright and hopeful, he gave in with a quiet "yes." He expected the surprised cheer but not for the frame-denting embrace that nearly sent him on his aft. "B-Bumblebee!"
"Thank you thank you thank you! I promise I'll listen to whatever you say and do whatever it takes!" the scout said happily, his servos locked around the slender frame, his engine giving a happy purr. Jazz was still grinning and shrugged when a glare was sent his way.
After getting the minibot to release him Prowl decided to begin their lessons with meditation. He was expecting the yellow mech to loudly complain about it being boring but so far he was listening with rapt attention. The three of them were now sitting facing one another beneath the tree, trying to clear their processor but for Bumblebee this was proving a little bit more difficult than he thought it would be.
'This is really boring, why can't we do this in front of the TV?' he asked himself once more. He wished he could play some of his music but his mentor had been very firm that it be quiet with no interruptions. Venting softly he tried to get himself to relax and focus on nothing but they were interrupted when there was a small burst of static. Jazz gave them an apologetic grin.
"Sorry ma mechs, somethin' got Sentinel mad as the Pitt 'bout somethin'. Lemme just check what's goin' on," he told them even as he got to his peds then left the room.
"So… should we wait for him?" Bee asked the other ninja who barely moved since they had begun.
"No. Now, remember what I said. Meditation is the art of relaxation so offline your optics and clear your processor," he reminded him.
"Right. Don't think about anything." Bumblebee mimicked Prowl's pose and tried but the harder he tried the more frustrated he was becoming. He wasn't used to sitting still, he wanted to move! Even when he played Sari's video games he was moving, doing something; he was a mech of action! But speaking of action, he was thinking about how the Cyber Ninja moved during battles, how he always looked like he as in control of the situation, and how calm he always appeared.
'Until I come along.' Normally the minibot thought that was an accomplishment he could boast about but now he was feeling conflicted. Venting softly he onlined his optics but he found himself staring at the other mech. If he didn't know any better he would think he was actually recharging but he could hear his systems at all. 'He makes it look so easy,' he thought to himself but now looking at him he was watching the way the light from outside was shining down on him, the way the gold trim on his plating shimmered, how warm he felt when he hugged him (he still didn't know where that had come from) but his processor was picturing him in various situations that had nothing to do with their current training. Was this really all Prowl and Jazz had planned today, sitting around doing nothing? He thought they were going to do something that actually looked like training. With a start Bumblebee found his processor supplied with images of what they could be doing but to his surprise they were much more reminiscence of his activities with the jettwins. He tried ignoring them but the harder he tried the more images came. He didn't realize his cooling fans had kicked on until he heard one of the objects of his fantasy speak his designation. "Wha-What?" he stuttered slightly.
Prowl vented deeply and wondered why he had agreed in the first place. "Bumblebee, are you serious about training to be a Cyber ninja? If you cannot handle a simple meditation exercise than you are clearly not ready for the rest of the training regiments," he pointed out with more care than he would have normally used.
"B-But I do wanna be like you! I just-!" He bit down on his bottom lip plate and slowly looked away.
"Just what? What's wrong, Bumblebee?" The smaller mech refused to answer him, to even look at him but he knew something was wrong and as much as the bot annoyed him, he was still his friend. "Please, talk to me so I can help you."
"… you, really wanna help me?" came the mumbled answer, fans picking up their speed a notch instead of slowing down but neither of the bots said anything.
"Yes, of course-" Optics widen behind the gold-colored visor as the minibot leaned forward and kissed him boldly. He felt his processor suffer a minor glitch, actions frozen as it reset his systems but in those brief kliks the bright yellow scout climbed onto his lap, stabilizers wrapping loosely around his slender frame, servos reached up to hold his stunned faceplates gently. The ninja's systems were heating up quickly and his own servos felt like they were made of lead as they came to rest around his slim waist, just beneath the bulky plating. He was more surprised when he found he was kissing him back, surprised at how skilled the smaller bot was but when he felt the smallest flicker of a glossia brushing against his derma he pulled back with an audible gasp.
Bumblebee was cycling air rapidly, his fuel pumps racing; he knew his faceplates were bright red but he was surprised to see the same look on the other mech as well. "Prowl?" he called out quietly as his servos slid down to grip his shoulder plating.
"You… You don't have to do this, Bumblebee," he spoke quietly and winced slightly at the flash of hurt in those baby blue optics. "If you want me to train you all you have to do is ask me. You don't owe me anything," he quickly explained and braced himself for his immediate removal but watching the helm drop he was surprised to find the frame was trembling. "Bumblebee… are-are you alright?"
"I… I'm sorry, Prowl… jus-just…" Oh primus, what in the name of the AllSpark was wrong with him? He couldn't stop the optic fluids from building up and sliding down his cheek ridges. He lifted a servo up to wipe at them but they kept falling. Then to further his embarrassment, he found himself admitting to the ninja that he had a crush on him since they first met but he always got the feeling that he didn't like him. "I-I thought maybe, if I could be a-a-a ninja like you, y-you'd like me mo-more," he hiccuped softly, pushing at the other mech, ignoring the heady rush of heat flooding his system but the servos refused to let him go. He refused to look at the ninja, not wanting to see him giving him a pity look but he found himself leaning into the servo as it wiped the oily tears away, offlining his optics as he helm was tilted up, and gasped softly as he was kissed. It took a single astrosecond for his processor to register he wasn't being pushed away and found himself kissing the other mech back. The kiss was broken and Bee onlined his optics to register that Prowl was telling him something but he didn't give him a chance to finish as he resumed the kiss, wrapping his servos around the back of the ninja's neck cables to pull him close enough that he could feel his spark pulsing between two thick layers of armor plating.
Instincts overrode logistic circuitry as the two mechs continued kissing, glossias licking at derma plating, coaxing them to open before a deep moan echoed around them when it succeeded. Prowl was once more taken back at how talented Bumblebee was at this but as much as he wanted to ask him where he learned to kiss like this he didn't want to pull away. Groaning softly his own servos roamed the black and yellow mech on his lap, tracing seams and growing bolder each time the frame pressed back with a low purr of pleasure, asking for more. He didn't realize he was being coaxed to lay back until he felt the floor warmed by the planet's star at his backplates. He watched as the minibot slowly sat up, breaking the kiss and, much to his chagrin, his own engine gave a deep purr at the sight of the yellow scout kneeling over him, optics dark and dim with a clear indication that he was charged up. Needless to say, so was he.
"I really do have a crush on you, Prowl… but lately, I've been finding it a lot easier to act on my desires," the speedster said with a small smile as he leaned down and kissed the corner of his lip plates, taking his time and kissing a trail down, licking at the neck plates his engine let out another purr as the ninja tilted his helm back, allowing him further access. "You know… I was thinking about you, that's why I couldn't meditate," he continued to tell him as he continued licking and kissing his way down, servos reaching out to trace over transformation seams, digits slipping between gaps to caress and stroke at wires and cables, enjoying the way the slender frame revved and heated up. Allowing their cod pieces to rub against one another he moaned and lightly traced the edges of the Autobot insignia on his chassis with the tip of his glossia.
Prowl managed to keep the deep moan from escaping his vocalizer but he was unable to keep his engine from revving up, the vibrations spreading from him into the smaller frame atop his own. Hearing him let out a squeak of surprise he couldn't help but find it endearing and reached up, gripping Bumblebee firmly by the yellow hips and gave his engines another rev. The sensation was stronger than before, vibrations sending a wonderful feeling through his systems (didn't help when the slightly bulkier frame atop of him would grind down as the vibrations passed into him), he wasn't too surprised to realize his spike was beginning to pressurize behind his protective panel. He was surprised that with each swipe of the slick glossia tracing the edges of his holo-projector made the charge he was feeling even stronger. Soon the sounds of their engines revving was blending with the sounds of cooling fans running hard and heavy. His servos gripped at the smaller mech as he felt him sliding further down, fighting the urge to grab at him and pull him up but he was torn between kissing him or feeling his glossia on the sensitive seams on his chassis.
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Jazz still didn't understand what Sentinel was going on about, so listening to him yell about something having gone missing for nearly two solid breems made his audio receivers ring but he knew he should get back before the dark blue Prime tore into the jettwins like he did with him. Opening the door to the room he walked in and was about to apologize about cutting the training session short when he heard something incredibly loud echoing in the room followed by the most arousing scene he had ever seen. Part of him demanded that he do something, to quickly and quiet leave the berthroom, to somehow gain their attention so the two mechs would stop, or to move closer and hope they would let him join in. He settled for the fourth option and stayed frozen where he stood, taking in every sight, sound, and smell he could detect. The two mechs were at an angle and he swallowed thickly as he watched the way Bumblebee's mouth and servo worked.
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Bee's processor was unable to deal with such an overload of data and he crashed hard, going limp between them.
Fans were still running on high, systems struggling to cool down but among the errors and warnings the two ninjas never felt more satisfied in all their cycles. Prowl was the first to move, sliding out of the valve was slightly difficult as the cables refused to release either of them but there was a wet suction as he managed to pull free followed by a rush of mixed fluids. Bumblebee let out a soft whimper but calmed when said mech held him close, stroking his backstrut. Jazz slowly pulled out, not having nearly as much trouble but he panted heavily for air as his spike slowly pulled back into its housing.
"Oh slag… Prowler… did, that jus' really… happen…?" he asked even though he was still looking at the evidence before him.
"We did," he said simply but despite the mess he continued to hold the minibot close. It had been enjoyable but something had not felt right. Did Bumblebee really meant what he had said when it started? Did he really have any sort of feelings for him or was it just, a spur of the moment as he heard humans call it? Whatever he had—if anything, did it make he say that? Venting softly he withdrew a rag from his subspace and cleaned the minibot up then himself, closing their panels respectfully. "I should take him back to his berthroom."
"Sure thing, I'll clean up here," the visiting ninja said as he finished cleaning himself up and watched them leave. Looking at the stain of fluids on the floor Jazz began cleaning up but he felt like he was forgetting something though wasn't sure what it was exactly. "Ah if it's important, I'll remember it later," he told himself.
In the berthroom Prowl gently set the minibot on his berth then covered him with a thin blanket. He barely moved at all, his systems running on maximum energy-saving. But the ninja kept thinking about the words said and part of him wanted to wake him up and ask him if he meant what he said, but what if he didn't remember anything at all? Would that really be fair to either of them?
'He asked for my help, and I did.' He reached down, gently stroking his forehelm he made sure to tuck the blanket around him before leaving, his spark heavy.
When Bumblebee awoke it took him a few breems to not only online his all parts of his system, but to defrag his processor; his processor was so overload with new data he was having trouble trying to function properly. He felt his faceplates heat up when he reviewed the data and he still found it hard to believe that he had begged both Prowl AND Jazz to frag him together. As in both at the same time. So much different from the jettwins but it had been so good. His servo was already reaching down beneath his blanket for his panel, to slid it open and try to relive some of the pleasurable experience but stopped when he realized he had a message waiting for him. Opening it he found out it was from Jazz.
"Yo Bee! Hope we didn't fry ya circuits too much. Told Optimus that Prowl 'n I were teachin' ya some of our moves but ya exhausted yaself 'n went to recharge early. Don't worry, I'm not the type ta kiss 'n tell."
'Yeah… but, what would he think if he knew I lost my seals to the jettwins 'cuz I got overcharged on high-grade?' he thought to himself, worrying his bottom lip plates between his denta. He didn't know where these thought processes were coming from but something didn't feel right. He found he had a few more comm messages from Optimus, Bulkhead, even the twins but nothing from prowl and for some reason that really hurt. Ignoring the ache in his spark he went over them quickly.
"Yellow Bee, Jazz sir is telling me and brother you is hurt from training. We is sorries you is hurt but when you is better maybe we can be training all together like?" -Jetstorm
"Prowl explained everything. While I'm glad that you are taking your training with a bit more seriousness I do wish you would not overwork yourself to the point of exhaustion. But don't think this will excuse you from patrolling, either. But for now, take care of yourself." -Optimus Prime
"Hey, little buddy! Hope your training is going better than when Prowl tried teaching me. Oh yeah, Ratchet said you better not do something reckless that gets you landed in the medbay, or else. His words not mine! Anyway, come by when you wake up, I'm working on a new painting!" -Bulkhead
That message made Bee smile as he closed the messages and slowly sat up. Everything was running much smoother than before and his helm wasn't aching something bad. Getting up he realized he was waaay late for his patrol but recalling boss-bot's concern he felt touched. Had it Sentinel that fragger wouldn't have hesitated to drag him out like an unruly sparkling. Getting to his peds he also realized he had been cleaned from his "ninja training." He reached up, digits hovering over his comm link to send a message to prowl but stopped and lowered his servo. If he didn't bother to send him a comm, then he more than likely did not want to speak to him.
'… shoulda kept my derma shut,' he thought to himself, then frowned when his tanks gave a rumble. Scrap, he hadn't refueled since coming back from the SteelHaven and he didn't have any energon cubes in his berthroom. Venting softly he left his room, ignoring the one leading to Prowl's and went to where their cubes were stored. He looked up when he saw Ratchet was sitting at the communication center but he was so busy looking at he monitors he didn't acknowledge him. And remembering the message he had passed to Bulkhead to pass onto him, he wasn't too keen on getting his attention anytime soon. 'Just grab a cube for me, one for Bulkhead, then see what he's doing.' He made sure to keep everything was quiet as possible, placing a cube in his subspace and taking another he turned to leave but froze when the medic called him out.
"Nice of you to finally join us, kid," Ratchet said but didn't bother to turn around to face him.
"Y-yeah. Prowl and Jazz made it look really easy, ya know?" he said nervously as he rubbed the back of his helm.
"Mmmhmm. Just remember, you better not do something reckless-"
"'-that gets me landed in the medbay, or else.' Yeah, Bulkhead already told me."
"Good. Now get before I make you finish up monitor duties."
"Going!" He didn't need to be told twice! That was like the most boring thing ever! Well, not as boring as meditation but ever since he was caught trying to play video games instead of watching out for AllSpark signatures and Decepticon locations, they grounded him from all sorts of fun forever! (not really but it felt like it.)
Heading back to the hall Bumblebee immediately headed to the green Autobot's berthroom. He knocked on the door but there was no answer but when he adjusted his audio receiver he realized he could hear him inside. 'Maybe he couldn't hear me,' he thought and opened the door. Sure enough the large soft-spark was indeed inside and he was humming something as he dragged a paint covered mop over a canvas. No doubt he was working on another piece of "art" but he had to smile. Least he was doing something he really enjoyed and he was happy for him.
The mop moved across the canvas, a streak of bright red popping out against the dark background. Bulkhead was really enjoying himself as he stepped back, looking over the canvas he reached out with his mop to dip it in paint but quickly turned when he heard a muffled shout.
"H-hey! Watch where you're swinging that thing!"
"Oh hey Bee-!" His grin was quickly lost when he realized he had smacked his best friend in the faceplates with his mop. "Um, sorry, didn't see ya there."
"Ya think?" Great, and just after he had cleaned up. He accepted the sheet and rubbed the paint from his faceplates, making sure his optics were clear. "You and Ratchet the only mechs here?" he asked, lowering the sheet.
"Yeah, the others were going on patrol but I offered to stay behind just in case." Dunking the mop in a large drum of water he rinsed it off before plunking in another canister of pain. "Oh, were you at the SteelHaven the other solar cycle?"
Bee froze as he nervously played with the sheet, not noticing that he was still covered in some smeared pain. "No! I mean yes! Maybe… why?"
"Well, Sentinel came charging in the other cycle, accusing us for stealing something from the ship's cargo hold but he wouldn't say what it was. I don't think he knows himself what's missing but Ultra Magnus wanted to know if any of us had been there," he said as he studied his canvas before bringing his makeshift "brush" up to add in some color. "Did you three do anything or go anywhere on the ship?"
"Go? Go where? What do you mean by that? I mean—yeah I was with them, I mean not with them but we were together! I-I mean-!" Realizing he was stuttering Bee decided to change the topic and instead moved closer to the canvas, trying to make out the image. "What are you painting?"
"I'm really not sure, yet. Sari said some artists don't think about what they paint, they just do it so I thought I'd try it out." Bulkhead stopped and took a step back, looking at it before sighing and setting his brush down. "Yeah I got nothing. Maybe I should start over…"
"Hey, mind if I give it a shot?" Seeing the surprised look on the other Autobot's faceplates Bumblebee gave him a slight shrug. "I mean, you obviously have fun with it, and I don't have anything else to do."
"Y-Yeah sure! Lemme get you a mop!" With several more mops and more cans of various colors, the two were randomly painting whatever they wanted and it ranged from the Cybertronium alphabet to random pictures or in Bee's case, stick figures in comical positions. "… I don't get it," Bulkhead said, tilting his helm to the side.
"How can you not see it? Look that's you, that's me, and then there's everyone else!"
"If that's me then why is my helm so small?"
"That's Sari! She's sitting on your shoulder."
"Oh, oh now I see her! Hey how come Prowl is smiling? He never smiles." He peered closer then blinked. "Wait, that's Jazz and the one scowling next to him is Prowl. Right?"
"Now you see it!" Bumblebee grinned and planted his servos on his hips, only to look down when he realized he was covered in a rainbow of colors. The mop had been too big for him to use so Bee had used his digits. He ended up making more of a mess than actually panting but it had been fun. "Hey, this stuff washes off, right?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, it's really easy to wash off. Kinda learned that the hard way," Bulkhead laughed nervously as he rubbed the back of his helm. Looking around his room he looked around before locating a clean cloth. "Here, you can use this-"
"Watch out!"
"Huh?" But the large green giant continued pulling at the sheet, failing to realize that a stack of unopened paint had been resting on a corner so when he pulled it out, he upset the pyramid of cans so they came tumbling down.
Outside the room there was a loud crash that would have had everyone running to see what had happened, only to paused as they saw a multicolored puddle escaping from under the door. Inside it looked like a bomb had gone off, or as their tiny organic friend would have remarked, that someone blew up a rainbow. Indeed splashes of red, blue, yellow, green, purple, even white and black and various shades in between was splattered all over the walls, defiantly the floor, and even the ceiling! Almost everything in the room was covered in pain, but that also included the two unfortunate mechs inside.
Bulkhead groaned, wondering what hit him and why he was seeing everything in shades of white and pink when he looked around and saw the state of his room. "Uh… oh…" This was bad, really really really bad. Wait, where was- "Bumblebee? Little buddy? Where are you?" he called out as he got to his peds, looking around he took a few steps forward, crushing paint cans under his peds but paused when he heard a muffled shout. "Bee? Where are you?"
::By your painting,:: came the annoyed comm. ::I'm stuck!::
"Stuck?" Wading through cans and paint he made his way to where the large canvas had been set up and had fallen over, now completely soaked in paint but as he lifted it he saw a familiar flash of yellow and reached down. "Bee? Hey you al… right…?" Bulkhead blinked but he was resisting the urge not to burst out laughing at the state of his little buddy.
::Laugh, and I'll fry every circuit in your system,:: he warned. ::Now get this off!::
"S-Sure thing, buddy." Holding him in his servos the large Autobot carefully made his way over to his berth where he sat his best friend down. Surprising enough the berth itself was untouched, the sheets covering it were another matter but he reached out, tugging at the paint bucket trapped over his helm. "Okay, that's stuck on tight."
::Ya think?!:: Luckily the bucket wasn't that stuck, though Bumblebee did not appreciate nearly having his helm pulled off along with the bucket but once it was off he found he could see once more. Well, kinda. He also sputtered as an unpainted piece of cloth rubbed over his faceplates, wiping the excess paint from his optics and derma plating. Blinking he looked around the room, even at the ceiling before looking at his friend and couldn't help the smirk that crossed his lips. "Oh Bulkhead… you're a mess!"
"Yeah? Well, you're an even bigger mess," he retorted but he was still smiling. "Here, lemme get that," he said as he reached down and tried removing a can wedged on the purple and green streaked ped. "Oh that one is stuck real good."
"Ow ow! Don't squeeze it, you're gonna get it more stuck!" Bee winced when the large servo tried to get a tight grip on the can only to further dent the weak metal.
"Sorry, um here, lemme try this." Bulkhead reached out to grab a black stabilizer in one servo and then used the other to carefully start tugging at the can. It wasn't easy and his servo kept sliding along the lean limb, but the green mech didn't seem to realize it as he struggled to remove the dented can.
Gray and blue stained servos gripped at the servo tightly, looking as though he was holding on so he wasn't accidentally dragged off the berth but Bumblebee was in fact, trying to keep the blunt digits from getting any closer to his panel. The paint, thankfully, hid the fact that he was blushing but he blinked when he realized he could hear his cooling fans kicking on.
'Oh no, no not now! I-I can't let this happen!' he thought and once more tried pushing the servo down but at that moment the paint can was pulled off, therefore not only pulling him almost completely off the berth but the other servo slid over the paint and unintentionally groped his interface panel. Now the cooling fans were running even harder than before and Bee was worried his gentle friend was going to hear it but thankfully the servo was removed and he managed to catch himself before he landed on his aft on the floor.
"There, now it's off! But I don't think Optimus is gonna be happy about this," Bulkhead sighed, setting the badly dented can to the table. He turned to his friend but blinked when he saw he was pulling himself back onto the berth and was venting just a bit hard. "Hey, you okay?"
The painted minibot didn't answer at first, trying to get his systems to cool down he jumped and looked up as the black and green chassis before him. "Huh? Oh! Oh yeah, I-I'm fine… just fine," he said softly, looking away but once more the freshly painted walls drew his attention. "What are you gonna do about your room?"
"Clean as much as I can." He lifted his ped, watching the paint mix together on the floor. "Well, the floor anyway." He began moving around the room, picking up items to be cleaned later Bulkhead was surprised but touched when Bumblebee began helping him. It took nearly a joor but much of the paint had been washed down the drain in the middle of the room, although there were faint splotches that stained the walls. Of course, by that time the paint on their own frames had dried but the sparked artist told his friend to go wash first as he tried locating a sheet that hadn't gotten painted on.
"You sure you don't wanna wash off first?"
"I can wait. And Bee, thanks for your help." The minibot smiled up at him even as he shrugged slightly.
"Hey, it's what friends do." Turning he headed for the wash area. Compared to the one the jettwins had on SteelHaven, theirs was very primitive but at least there was plenty of water so he could wash the paint off. The water was cold but Bumblebee sighed as he let it beat down on him, feeling some of that heat he had felt earlier fade to nearly nothing. He still couldn't get over that he was getting turned on when his best friend had touched him like that. It had been an accident and he didn't think he thought of him in that way… did he?
'What am I thinking?! 'Course he doesn't! I'm his best friend, his little buddy!' he scolded himself and shook his helm, trying to get the thought process out of his helm. Grabbing the bottle of solvent, he poured a generous amount in his servos and began rubbing it against his plating. Bee smiled as he watched the paint begin to thin then wash off under the cold spray. As fun as that was, he was starting to miss his original color. He even carefully washed the remaining paint from his faceplates, shuddering his optics until he could see clearly but as he ran his servos down his frame he moaned lowly and found his digits rubbing at his panel. 'Oh Primus… not again…' The panel was hot despite the cold water running down but he couldn't stop stroking his panel, watching as it slid open. His spike was still in its housing but his valve, it was starting to leak lubricant. 'I… I shouldn't… do this…' But his digits still found their way to his valve.
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His stabilizers felt weak as he forced himself to stand but as he moved to clean up he noticed the tale tell sign of energon mixed with their fluids. 'What the…' Bee reached down and hissed sharply as his digits touched his very swollen valve and came away covered in energon. He swallowed the panic that threaten to overwhelm him and calmly, picked up the hose and rinsed himself off. The water pressure hurt and he found he was still leaking but he forced his panel to close and ignored the pain as he cleaned off Bulkhead as well. The green mech was so out of it he never stirred but the mech was too big to move on his own and he couldn't leave him here.
"Hey, hey Bulkhead, wake up," he said as he tapped the mech on the helm. He smiled as the optics onlined dimly. "C'mon, you gotta get up."
"B… Be-ee? Wha… happen'?" he asked slowly.
"For one thing you're recharging here in the washroom," the scout said and tugged at his servo. "C'mon, I'll help ya to your berthroom."
"O-okay…" He slowly sat up, then got up onto his peds. He did feel slightly unstable as he stood, trying not to lean too heavily on his little buddy but they left the washroom and went to his room where he noticed something different. "What happened here?"
"Don't you remember? We were painting," Bumblebee explained. He wanted to ask him if he remembered anything else but he winced as his systems reminded him of his current injuries. He ignored them and helped his friend to the berth. "You should recharge some more, 'kay?"
"Okay…" Bulkhead slowly sat on the edge of the berth before laying back but as he did a notification of a new memory file appeared. He opened it and felt his faceplates heat up despite his recharge cycle starting up once more. "Hey Bee?"
"Yeah?"
"… did… did we…um… y-you know?"
Bumblebee paused where he was trying to cover his friend with the berth sheet, ignoring another notification that he had some injuries to attend to before tugging the sheet over the other mech. "… yeah, we did."
"Oh." A brief klik of silence before he spoke up once more. "Was I… good?"
Bee looked down at him and could see even though he was on the verge of slipping back into recharge, he was still blushing. Smiling he leaned over and kissed him softly. "Yeah… you were really good, Bulkie."
"Oh? I… I'm glad…" The feeling of his servo gently stroking his forehelm felt nice and his optics closed, recharge claiming him once more. The yellow mech was silent, watching his friend sleep he leaned down to kiss him once more before leaving him and retreating to his own room. Hopefully his latest obsession with fragging didn't ruin his friendship with the other mech.
Author's Notes: What can I say? First, no this is not the end of the request, this is only half of it. I've noticed even one-shots tend to have a great deal of plot and details written into it, and when JazztheTiger requested this from me I admit, I had a lot of fun with it. But as I began writing I began second guessing myself and I didn't like where I was going or I found flaws in my original plan. Before I knew it, this file was growing to over 40 pages long so I decided to just half it. I have notes jotted down to continue the other half of the request so if you will please bear with me I should have it up soon. Just don't ask how soon as I'm not sure myself.