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: Prowl has managed to check his secret of being a cyberwolf for years, until one night he loses control and shifts. Everything would have been find if bumblebee hadn't decided to come looking for him and not he has to fight the urges to claim the annoying loud speedster as a mate.

Title: Bite Me!

Pairing: Cyberwolf ProwlxCyberwolf Bumblebee (Animated)

Request: KittyKatShMeow (AO3)

Nothing scared the Cyber Ninja-in-training. Not fighting Decepticons, not finding himself on a completely organic planet, and not even dealing with a team of mechs who each were so different it was a wonder he didn't go insane from the pure chaos of it all. If asked Prowl would say there was nothing he was afraid of. But he also had a secret that no one knew about, one that he swore to never tell anyone and would take with him to the Well of the AllSpark. It was one of the reasons he hid himself in the asteroid field. For a while, things were fine and the last pupil of Master Yoketron was able to forget about his dark secret for a short while. Until, one night he failed to consider that the planet's rock-based moon affected him the same way Cybertron's own satellite moons did—and he was he was completely unprepared for it.

The black and gold mech tried to meditate, to control the wild urges he could feel taking over his processor but it was no use. The pull was getting stronger, the desire to transform was strong, he didn't know if he would be able to keep from hurting anyone. Thank Primus he had found this abandoned building with a basement that hid his signal from the others, a haven where he could lock himself away and not worry about hurting those he had begun to care about, thanking Primus.

Too bad the ninja didn't actually believe in the notion of Primus himself.

Data bombarded the scout's processor as he scanned the building before him but once more his scans were ready negative signals. Once more he replayed his video feed and sure enough, he had seen the mech transform and dart inside so he had to be here! But why?

'If he's slacking off he is gonna be in so much trouble!' Bumblebee thought to himself but it seemed highly unlikely for the stoic to do that. Him on the other servo, though… He raised his servo, to comm the others and give them his location but instead lowered his servo and walked into the building.

It clearly had not been in usage for a long time, judging by the thick layer of dust in the air and the amount of trash littering the floor, and he wasn't able to pick up any life signals at all. "Prowl?" he called out but there was nothing so he moved in deeper, activating the headlights of his alt-mode, trying to see if he could find the other bot. "Prowl?"

Spinal strut went rigid as the sound of his designation was heard. Was-someone called for him? No, impossible! No one knew he was here! 'It was nothing. I need to focus,' he told himself with a grimace, trying to keep his control.

"I know you're here, Prowl!"

Somebot was here! The growl was out before he could stop it when he recognized the audio but luckily it wasn't loud enough for the other mech to register it. Prowl checked his chronometer. It wouldn't be long before his transformation hit but if he could keep quiet long enough the annoying scout would leave and no one would ever know.

'I just need—to focus,' he told himself but it was getting increasingly difficult. His servos gripped at his knee joints, wincing as the normally blunt tips of his digits began to sharpen, digging into the seams and gaps of his plating.

If Bumblebee was ever going to admit that he admired anything about the ninja, it was that when he didn't want to be found, no one could find him. Sari had once said he was the champion of hide-and-seek. 'Eyeah, like that's something to brag about!' he thought to himself. Shaking his helm he made to leave but paused when he heard something. "Prowl? That you?" Silence but his curiosity was peaked so he moved to where he had heard the sound. There was nothing but as Bee turned to leave he noticed what appeared to be a trapdoor that hadn't been closed all the way. In fact, as he moved closer he realized it wasn't covered in as much junk as everything else. His logistic circuitry was glitching, telling his processor that this was a very bad process but he pulled it open with an audio grinding creak. "… Prowl? Y-You down here?" he called out.

A low growl emerged from the darkness but there was a very low whine at the end, as if the bot behind it was in pain of some sort. Bee tried to reach out to the ninja via his comm link but there was nothing but static. Telling himself that he was not afraid the yellow mech moved into the basement, heading down the stairs (wishing everything was Autobot sized seeing how he nearly fell down the stairs), pausing to scan his headlights over the interior but the basement was packed with even more junk than above but the growling was definitely getting louder. Bumblebee fought the urge to run and moved closer, his vocalizer on mute but following the noise he froze for an astrosecond before darting to the hunched over frame in the far corner.

"Prowl! Are you alright?" he asked worriedly and was close to touching him when the sleek frame gave a violent twitch.

"B-Bummmb-b-blebee-e-e? What arrrre you doing he-herreee?"

"I-I followed you. And what do you mean by that? What are you doing here?" He looked around worriedly, trying to figure out where the growling was coming for but his sensors were telling him it was coming from the Cyber ninja himself.

Of all the glitching things to do, why couldn't this annoyingly sweet bot understand he needed to be alone? Now he was regretting having not taken off for the forest outside the city like he originally wanted but it was too late and he didn't thing he would have been able to make it without hurting someone innocent. Prowl winced as he felt internal circuity reformat itself, even his frame was beginning to hurt. "Y-You ssshould leave," he growled out and watched with wide optics as deadly sharp claws dug deep furrows into the concrete floor.

Bumblebee shuttered his optics even as his faceplates pulled themselves into an angry frown. "Not without you, buster." Determined to drag the motorcycle back if he had to, the scout reached out, curling his digits over a shoulder armor but froze when he felt the plating vibrate with the same intensity as the growling. And, did he suddenly grow in size? "Prowl? What… What's going on?" he asked quietly.

"You… neeeed to le-eave… n-now." The mech quickly moved away from the other mech as fast as he could, tearing through the trash and junk as though they were nothing, moving as far away from the yellow mech as possible but the basement was not that large and he did not trust himself to leave from here. There was the faint sound of something fragile hitting the ground he wouldn't realize until later his visor had fallen to the ground, the corner of it breaking off. No, the last thing he remembered was pain as his reformatting continued, making him whimper and growl as the primal directive overtook his processor.

"P-Prowl!" For a klik the minibot was thrown around, tripping over a piece of junk he landed on his side, grunting in slight discomfort. Oh, he was gonna have a dent to buff out later but still he forced himself to his peds, or would have had his digits not come across something that felt somewhat familiar. Frowning Bumblebee picked it up and tried turning on his headlights but when he fell over he badly cracked one so there wasn't as much light as he would have liked. Holding the item up his soft blue optics widen when he found himself holding a broken visor, one that he never seen without the ninja. He found himself slowly getting to his peds, ready to shout for the other mech's designation but his sensors were screaming at him that something was very wrong and that he was in very real danger.

'Don't turn around. Don't turn around. Oh Primus, why am I turning around?!' Bee thought to himself, slowly turning around and allowing the single light of his working headlight to shine on the heavy black and gold-plated form standing behind him. It was still the same general shape and build of the mech he called a teammate (and tentative friend) but it was taller and slightly broader. It was also growling deep enough to make his own plating vibrate; the light shook as it moved up and for a brief moment, it illuminated the snarling faceplates of a fierce and dangerous-looking cyberwolf. Lip plates opened but nothing came out, even as terrified optics caught sight of the golden claws that flexed, ready to tear him open. Bumblebee really thought for a moment, he was going to be offlined here and no one would ever know. He was shaking so hard his own plating was on the verge of falling off as the growling frame moved closer to him, following him even as he once more fell over his peds and landed heavily on his backplates, intensely glowing blue-white optics staring down into his own frighten optics.

There was something about this bot that kept the cyberwolf from destroying this intruder, but he wasn't sure what. Part of him felt that he should know him, that he was not to be harmed, but that had never stopped him before. There was also a scent clinging to him, something that tickled his olfactory sensors; he crouched over the smaller frame and lowered his muzzle to the smaller mech's neck cables, inhaling deeply. Yes, there was something there but what was it? He continued sniffing at the brightly colored plating, pausing now and then to growl when the smaller frame shifted, telling him not to move. At least the mech knew when to obey but the lower his helm moved down the stronger the scent was becoming. He had to know what it was, he had to claim it for his own before someone else took it away from him!

'W-W-What is he doING?!' Bumblebee squeaked, faceplates turning an interesting shade of red as the snout was now sniffing at his pelvic plating with far more interest than he cared for. His servos tried once more to pull himself away, ignoring the warning growls as well as the command to activate his stingers, but when a curious glossia gave the front panel a lick, he couldn't help but jump and reacted before thinking of the consequences. "Cut it out!" he yelled loudly (and no his vocalizer did not rise in pitch), sitting up he struck the mechanimal in the side of the helm with a tightly curled fist. There was a loud and pained yelp, the helm snapping to the side but it was quickly followed by a very deep, very loud, and very upsetting growl. "… oh slag. Prowl, I-" Bee's words were cut off by a scream of pain as incredibly sharp dent sank deeply into his stabilizer, breaking through plating and piercing straight into the protoform. The scout was already regretting having followed the ninja here but he was running on pure instinct and his survival protocols were telling him to get the slag outta there by any means possible. He cried out in pain as the cyberwolf lifted his helm, and thereby him as well, he had no choice and let his servos transform into his stingers and drove them as deeply as he could into whatever part of the mechanimal he could reach. The sharp sting of electricity frying circuitry was nothing compared to the pain in his upper stabilizer but it had the desired result as the powerful denta let go with a pained yelp. Ignoring the incredible pain Bee scrambled to his peds and forced himself to run, tripping over the stairs he turned when he reached the top and blew out the stairs and once more forced himself to get out.

::O-Optimus! Bulkhead! Ratchet! Anybot, come in!:: he shouted into his comm but he cursed when he still heard static from the other line. Leaning against the closed door, Bumblebee looked down and winced at the mangled mess he was in. Those denta quite literally tore into him deep enough that he could make out the strut but it didn't stop him from wrapping his servos around the wound, trying to stop the heavy flow of energon and oil. He tried to initiate a transformation but his systems denied the command, errors filling his HUD that he had a critical injury that needed immediate medical repairs. "No slag!" he cursed at himself. The minibot jumped when he heard something crashing in the basement but vented heavily when he realized that Prowl no doubt tried jumping for the door only to crash. Maybe, as a cyberwolf he couldn't use his jump jets. Oh thank the Thirteen! He may actually survive this-

The floor before him burst open, golden claws tearing through the floorboards like paper, energon stained denta snapping at the air as those same servos struggled to pull the slightly larger frame up. The hum of booster jets was barely heard as the broken planks scratched at the frame, but the optics were nearly white in rage and the cyberwolf's struggles increased when he saw him leaning heavily against the door.

-or maybe not. Really? Wasn't there anything the ninja could not do? Bumblebee couldn't transform, and his stabilizer was starting to drag him down, but it didn't stop the minibot from heading for the door. He didn't bother to look back as he ran, hissing behind tightly clenched denta he threw junk behind him as he moved, silently cheering himself on when he heard a small yelp but as soon as he was out he slammed the door closed and initiated the sequence to transform into his alt-mode. Of course, his systems denied it but the scout overrode the command and let out several curses he had heard the veteran medic say when he thought no one was listening as he shifted into his vehicle mode. Tires screeched loud as he took off down the streets just in time for the enraged mechanimal to burst through the door. It growled lowly but crouching low onto his clawed servos, he took off, his dark plating blending into the darkness of the building's shadows as he followed after his prey.

Bumblebee drove as fast as he could, honking his horns as the organics and vehicles that were moving far too slow for him. Luckily it was late so many of them weren't out but it didn't stop him from racing along the streets. And he wasn't going in a straight direction, no he was turning corners so hard he could feel his rims getting badly scratched up and on two wheels no less. That didn't stop him or the fact that he could feel fluids building from his injury. All he was thinking about was getting to the warehouse and losing that crazy mechanimal in the process.

::Bumblebee! Come in!::

::Ratchet!:: Oh Sweet Solus Prime, he didn't think he'd ever be so happy to hear that cankerous old mech in his lifecycle! ::I-I need help!::

::We've been trying to reach you for nearly a joor! What's your location?::

::Frag if I know! I'm too busy keeping my plating from getting chewed on by a cyberwolf!:: he snapped, tires skidding as he swerved to avoid some humans crossing the street. Purposely speeding up to a parked vehicle he used it as a ramp to sail over them. Systems warned him of his fuel pumps overheating but he didn't care.

::What are you talking about? There's aren't any cyberwolves on this primitive planet.::

::Tell that to the bite mark on my staaahhhh!:: Something heavy and sharp smashed into his side, causing him to lose control and end up skidding front end first into the window display of a store. Thankfully it was closed so there were no organics around to get hurt, his tires were not so lucky as the jagged pieces of glasses tore holes in them and the impact caused his own processor to crash. The last thing he remembered was seeing a pair of glowing blue-white optics coming up from behind via his rearview mirror, and Ratchet yelling at him over the comm link that the others were on their way. He tried gunning his engine but all he did was shred the rubber of his ruined tires, his rims creating loud screeching noises on the sidewalk. He was trapped. What was worse was that his systems were pending emergency stasis in an effort to preserve what little energy he had left. He tried fighting it but it was no use.

'… if… if, I'm gonna… be offlined… then-then at least… I… I won't… feel… it…' he thought, his display darkening as he succumbed to it.

Bumblebee never liked getting up in the morning. It wasn't that he was lazy, sometimes he just felt like he never recharged enough so when he felt his system coming online slowly he groaned to himself. 'Oh c'mon… gimmie at least another breem…' he grumbled to himself but something felt very—unusual. For one thing his system was currently running a full medical diagnostic. Okay, his processor could use a good defrag but this was way more thorough than he usually did. And he also found himself unable to move or even online his optics. The scout did not like being this vulnerable, especially when he heard movement next to him. He opened his mouth plates to speak but the fear grew when he realized his vocalizer was not only mute, but the most movement he could do was twitch a single digit. 'W-What the frag is going on!?'

"Bumblebee, you need to relax," came the worn and tired vocalizer of the team's CMO, followed by a heavy servo that gently rested atop the minibot's helm. "As soon as the scans are done everything will come back online, fully operational."

'When is that gonna be?' Maybe it was a good thing he could speak as he could nearly taste the bitterness of his own whining but there was little else he could do at the moment. Venting deeply the scout forced himself to relax and read the readout of his logs. He didn't understand most of it but apparently there were a number of errors that needed to be dealt with. His processor also went through a complete defrag and his fuel pumps were running smoothly. But why did he feel like he was forgetting something very important? He was startled from his thought process when his HUD read 100% and the next thing he saw was the ceiling of the med bay. Shuddering his optics, he looked around and tilted his helm ever so slightly to look up at the medic.

"… how, long was I out for?" he asked slowly. Part of him wanted to immediately jump off the medical berth but he could still feel multiple cables hook up to his medical ports. And the last thing he wanted was for the medic to yell and hit him.

"Nearly two solar cycles. Most of it was spend in a self-induced emergency stasis, the rest in medical stasis," Ratchet explained as he went about removing the cables one by one. Carefully winding them up he put them aside and helped the minibot slowly sit up. "Extend your stabilizer for me."

Bumblebee did so without thinking about it and looked down. Most of the plating had been removed so he saw fresh weld marks on his upper stabilizers, and his protoflesh now bore a series of silver lines representing scars. He frowned as he watched the cables shift as he extended it several times. He looked up when the older mech asked him if it hurt but he found himself shaking his helm. "No. Nothing hurts, but what happened?"

"You tell me. Last comm I received from you was that you were being chased by a cyberwolf." Grabbing the repaired plating Ratchet began to reattached the armor, carefully sliding the pieces into place and having the scout once more test his range of motion. "Less than a joor later Prime and Bulkhead came racing into the factory, having towed you back as fast as they could. I had to manually transform you out of vehicle mod so I could tend to your injury. It was touch and go for a long time but you pulled through, kid."

"A cyberwolf." A video file came up and he found himself reliving the evening from two nights ago. Of following Prowl to an empty building, finding him growling and then being confronted by a massive mechanimal. He remembered it sniffing him then he struck it, only to make it mad enough to bite him. His servo came out and wordlessly covered the scarred area despite it being hidden by his plating. H remembered driving as fast as he could, comming with Ratchet, but then it was followed by a crash and then onlining here. "Prowl… where's Prowl?" Bee asked immediately.

"He's on patrol. What's he got to do with this?"

"He's-!" But Bumblebee stopped himself from answering. Had he really seen what he thought he saw? Did Prowl really change into-into a cyberwolf? How was that possible? "Um, can I ask you something, Ratchet?"

"I rather you answer my question but seeing how you're not about to offline due to severe energon loss, go ahead," he said calmly as he sat back on his chair, crossing his servos over his chassis.

"… c-can a bot… turn into a mechanimal?"

"You mean, as an alt form?"

"Not exactly." Bee tried to explain what he meant but none of it made sense. Okay, so the cyberwolf had the same color scheme as Prowl, and as far as he knew he was the only other bot in the building, but it couldn't have been him. That mechanimal was much bigger and he didn't recognize him at all! Venting softly the minibot looked away. "Nevermind."

The medbot frowned but he could tell the scout was still tired and could no doubt use a decent recharge. Standing he came up and patted his shoulder. "I already commed Prime that you're up but no patrolling or transforming for at least another full solar cycle. Not until your levels are back at full capacity. Got it?"

"Yeah, which means I'm stuck on monitor duty, right?"

"Not this time." Seeing the surprised look on his faceplates made the corner of his derma plates quirk ever so slightly. "Go on, I'm sure you could use some energon and a good recharge without having me watch over you."

"Thanks, Ratchet!" Stepping down from the berth the yellow mech left the medbay. Apparently, it was just the two of them which was fine, he wasn't sure he could answer anybot's questions right now. He found himself moving slowly as he grabbed a cube of energon and was surprised when he found himself downing it in record time and then another and another. He forced himself to stop before he attempted a fourth cube and slowly made his way to his room. It was strange, he rarely could finish two cubes and yet he felt as though he was starving. And why was he moving so slow? 'Maybe I could use some recharge. I mean, Ratchet said so.' But the scout didn't want to recharge so as soon as he entered his room he grabbed a portable game Sari had given him and reclining on his berth, began playing. He had barely started it when his systems entered sleep mode, the game falling from limp digits. While the medic had repaired the torn stabilizer and updated the antivirus program on the scout's system, it failed to detect an unknown code that was slowly integrating itself into the young mech's system. It would take time, but nothing could stop it as it began to alter even the most basic of binary coding.

After a full solar cycle Bumblebee was back on the streets of New Detroit, tracking down AllSpark fragments, fighting Decepticons, and helping out the organics. The scout soon forgot about that night with the cyberwolf but he also began exhibiting strange behavior such as growling when he was agitated, attacking the Decepticons with more aggression than usual, and drinking more energon than he usually did. He was also found staring at Prowl with such serious intent but the minibot couldn't explain why he did those things; he wasn't even aware of doing anything different. Unfortunately, there was a breaking point one night when Bumblebee and Prowl ran into the speeding thief known as Nanosec breaking into a jewelry store.

"Don't you walking trash cans have an off-switch?!" the speedster snapped.

"Keep it up, buster! I'm still the fastest thing around!" the yellow mech growled, engines giving a loud rumble beneath the hood.

Prowl noticed this and gave the other Autobot a look of concern. "Bumblebee, we should call for back-up," he said calmly, fighting back the urge to growl right back at him.

"No! I can take him!" Who did the ninja think he was? He beat this creep before and he could do it again, without any help!

The redhead saw them smirking and grinned. "All talk, no action, like always!" In a burst of speed, he was gone but not before scoring a long scratch along the yellow compact's side. "See ya, slow poke!"

The scratch was superficial at best, nothing a good buffing couldn't fix, but the vibrating growl Bumblebee let out said it was more than just that. "He's mine," he snarled and with a sharp sequel of tires took off after the thief. He ignored the frantic cry of the other mech as he chased after him.

The wind seemed to howl as it brushed over his frame, spark racing wildly in his chassis, fuel pumps running harder and faster. Bee enjoyed racing, enjoyed the thrill and rush it gave him but this was different. In the past he had trouble keeping up with the thief and nearly burnt out his engine but not only as he able to keep track of him, he found himself cutting between buildings and using alleyways to either catch up and force him to take another route. It was as if he was trying to corner the thief into a corner, like a predator going after his prey.

Nanosec panted heavily as he zoomed down a street, still clutching at what little loot he managed to keep from dropping. "What the heck is that bot's problem?! He's never been able to keep up!" Narrowing his eyes he figured it he hit the highways he could lose him in the traffic but he yelped when he saw the yellow compact sharply turn a corner, engine rumbling angrily as the headlights shined on him. Skidding to a halt the red-head looked around before darting into an alleyway, smirking to himself. "Too slow, rust bucket-!" He slammed face first into a brick wall, leaving a faint imprint of his body in the grime of the alleyway before slowly falling to the ground. It left him dazed but his eyes widen as he looked around. "Oh damnit, I made a wrong turn!" he had meant to turn down another street but he quickly got to his feet, loot forgotten and raced to get out but he bounced off the front of the car, landing heavily on his ass. "Ow! What's the big idea, bolts for brain?!" He snapped only to yelp as the car moved forward, forcing him to back up until his back hit the far wall. He was trapped with no room to speed away.

Finally, he had caught the annoying organic! The thrill of the hunt never got him this charged before, he let out a growl of satisfaction as he transformed, towering over the thief he reached down to grab him, ignoring the way he struggled in his grip. "Now who's faster?" he growled lowly, smirking in satisfaction.

"What, you want a medal or something?!" What was it about these bots and picking on him? Nino kept struggling, ignoring what the bot was saying and wincing when he felt his grip tighten to the point where it was actually starting to hurt. "Let go already, will ya?!"

"Quit squirming!" Bee growled, now using both servos to try and keep him from moving around but his helm snapped to the side when he made the mistake of pulling him closer and receive a sharp kick to the side of his helm. He shuddered his optics but there was a soft tinkling of broken glass falling and static obscuring the visual of one optic.

"Not so tough are ya now, huh?!" Once more he tried struggling against the grip but instead of loosening it tightened instead, this time tight enough that it made him gasp in pain. He was prepared to yell at the bot to let him go but a vibrating growl seemed to fill the alleyway, making him freeze in place. Nino felt all the blood drain from his face, eyes opening wide, his heart skipping a beat in terror as the mech looked at him, his broken eye glowing a dark, menacing color.

"Big mistake," the scout snarled angrily.

"Bumblebee!" A black and gold motorcycle raced down the street but there was no sign of the yellow compact. Prowl found himself cursing the organics and their city, unable to detect the smaller mech anywhere close by but he was also cursing himself for having not said anything. He gave the minibot his space and was relieved when he thought it had been a dream, but then he noticed the changes before anyone else. He had hoped the virus had failed, that Ratchet had managed to stop it.

'No! I-I'll prove that it failed! That I didn't infect him!' he gunned his engine, forcing it to go faster. But he needed to find him first and stop him-

He skidded to a halt, the holoimage of the motorcycle cop growing tense. The air was quiet save for the running of his own engine but he knew he heard something. Just as he about to continue one he heard the sound again. A sound he was all too familiar with, and one that spelled danger for those who happened to chance by. Gunning his engine, he took off down the street, turning corners sharply he let the holoimage fade away just as he turned into a closed off alleyway, flipping into the air he transformed and landed on his peds, staring at the sight before him. "Bumblebee, stop!"

The terrified form of Nino Sexton, aka Nanosec, was on the ground, struggling to get away. His speed-enhancing suit torn to shreds, one of his wheels in complete disarray, wires sparking from torn metal. Hunched over him, about to slash at him with sharp-looking digits, was a yellow frame with a broken optic glowing with a feral light. The ninja reacted without processing the data and roughly tackled the other mech, pinning him to the ground. He snarled when those same sharp claws scored over his chassis, nearly damaging his holo-generator and resisted the urge to do the same to him.

"Bumblebee! Listen to me!" Prowl growled but the other mech continued to fight him, growling back angrily.

Nanosec was terrified, the way the robot attacked him was like he was some monster and he wanted him dead! Scrambling to his feet he tried to take off only to fall flat on his face. Only one wheel was working on his suit, but just as he was about to use the other he cried out in pain as a bolt of electricity hit him from behind, completely frying the other wheel and the rest of his suit.

The scout growled lowly, having kicked the other mech off him his stingers activated as he attacked his prey and was prepared to finish the job but yelped as a frame roughly pinned him to the ground once more. He snarled and growled, twitching to get out from under the other mech but a very deep, low, threatening growl echoed in his audio as a sharp pressure hit the back of his neck cables. Bee didn't know why but his whole frame went limp, falling into a submissive position with a low whine. Eventually the sharp claws turned back into his slightly blunt digits and his broken optic lost the feral glow. The weight on his backplates let up and he was able to slowly push himself up so he was sitting on the ground.

"Bumblebee, are you alright?"

Blinking the yellow minibot looked at the mech kneeling before him. "Prowl? Wha… what happened?" hearing a low groan he looked over at the twitching form of Nanosec and the damage he was in. "What happened to him?"

"He'll be fine but we should leave before Captain Fanzone arrives." Extending a servo the Cyberninja helped the bot off and making sure the thief wasn't going anywhere, they took off. This time there was no hiding from the truth, the ninja just hoped the scout was willing to listen and accept his help.

The two drove for a while and ended up on the other side of the city, making sure to keep a low-profile the two entered an underground garage and transformed once they were certain they were alone. Prowl wasn't sure where to begin but asked Bumblebee what he remembered the night he was attacked.

"I already told Ratchet and Optimus, something with really sharp denta tried to take a bite outta me," he vented, crossing his servos over his chassis. "What does it matter anyway?"

"You said you were attacked by a cyberwolf."

"You're the nature lover, but I seriously doubt a wild mechanimal from Cybertron would be here."

Prowl vented heavily; he really didn't want to do this, but if he wanted to help his annoying friend he had to tell him. "What did the mechanimal do?"

"W-Well… it… it looked down at me, like it was curious, but then… then…" The brightly colored mech frowned and crossed his servos over his chassis, faceplates turning an interesting shade of red. "Then—he did something I did not want!"

The ninja looked at him in concern. Did, did he do something beside the bite? "What did he do?" The scout refused to answer him but he moved forward and gripped him by his upper arms, forcing him to look at him. "What happened?"

"He licked my panel okay?!" The ninja immediately let go and backed away, looking at him with wide optics. "That—thing, was growling and then he licked me, so I hit him in the helm and I guess he didn't like it because he bit me. Then… I ran off." That was something Bee wasn't proud about but if he had stayed that thing would have offlined him for sure!

The taller mech was frozen on the spot. Had, had he actually licked the minibot? He tried to access the memory file from that night but there was an internal encryption he could not break and knew it must have had something to due with his virus. He was dimly aware that the scout was still talking, nervously pacing back and forth before leaning back against one of the garage's support pillars, a servo rubbing at his upper stabilizer as though it was still hurting him. Prowl could feel a low growl fill his chassis, threatening to burst free but he forced it back. "How did you come across something like that?" he asked instead, ignoring the drive to continue where they had left off.

Bumblebee shuddered his optics and slowly straighten up, turning his optics to him. "I, was looking for you," he admitted slowly. "I tried comming you but you blocked me, and I saw you taking off without telling anyone so I followed. You… you were in some kinda basement, I think? And I think you told me to leave… but that's where I found the cyberwolf." Now that he said it aloud, the scout's processor was pulling out images of the mechanimal and its coloring in the low light did have a very similar color structure to the ninja, in fact, there was a lot of similarities between the two but—it wasn't possible!

… was it?

"Bumblebee… I…" The ninja wanted to say something, anything, reach out and comfort him but his servo fell and he couldn't look at the scout.

"No…" No way this was possible. Sure, they weren't best friend but there's no way he would've attacked him like that! "Prowl." He winced at the way his vocalizer seemed to crack and called out for the ninja once more. "Look at me and tell me you didn't attack me that night. Please, tell me it's not true." Silence filled the area and with it, a fragile trust was broken. The minibot swore he could feel his spark die out even as he shook his helm, taking a step back and moving around the pillar. "No…"

"I'm so-"

"Don't! Don't say it!" he snapped angrily. "I-I came looking for you, I thought you were slacking off or even that you were hurt and you-you… you attacked me!"

"I didn't mean to! It's true, I'm a cyberwolf but only during certain cycles and even then I'm unaware of what happens during those times. I never realized I had bitten you until it was too late. I had hoped that I didn't have a chance to upload my virus into your system."

"Well, you did! So, what's the antivirus?" Bee scowled, angrily putting his servos on his hips. When the ninja refused to answer him he felt a strong urge to purge. "… there's nothing to stop this?"

"It's the reason you found me on that asteroid. But Bumblebee, I can help you get through this, I just need you to trust me." Perhaps not the best choice of words as the yellow mech glared at him with angry optics.

"Trust me?! You did this to me!" Bee screamed at him angrily. "Stay the slag away from me, Prowl! I don't want your help and I don't need your help! Ever!"

"But-"

"Frag off, you-you asshole!" Transforming the yellow compact took off with a sharp squeal from his tires, speeding out of the unground garage, purposely angling his rearview mirrors away from the ninja. Never had he felt so betrayed and thanks to him there was no chance of being normal but the scout was determined to find a cure and if he couldn't, then he would deal with this alone.

Things were tense within Team Prime, especially when the scout and ninja were in the same room. No amount of talking from the other Autobots could make them get along that it didn't take them long to just stop trying. Prowl would also spend most of his time in his room or patrolling, increasing his meditation but for Bumblebee things were getting worse. He found himself getting upset over the smallest thing, growling at others and nearly attacking them when he was startled unexpectantly. During skirmishes with the Decepticons he went after them with much more aggression than he usually displayed. The only bot who seemed able to bring him under control was Prowl and those more often than not lead to fights that lead to energon being drawn. But things grew worse as the planet's moon was nearing its cycle.

Bumblebee was wordlessly pacing his room, growling/whining to himself. His protoform felt way too hot, his plating felt all wrong, and he had this powerful urge to sink both her digits and denta into something. He had already shredded the coverings on his berth and scored slash marks along his door and window. A message kept popping up in his HUD but he ignored it and dropped to his knee joints in the middle of the room, swallowing the pitiful whine that threaten to burst free.

'W-What's wrong—with me?' he asked himself. The same message popped up, making him growl in irritation but he opened it and read it. His optics widen and the heat in his system seemed to increase ten folds. 'No… oh Primus, no… this-this has to be a mistake! I can't! Not now!' Maybe if he stayed holed up in his room, he could wait for this to pass.

A knock on his door broke him from his thoughts followed by the one vocalizer he did not want to hear right now. "Bumblebee? It's Prowl… we need to talk."

"Prowl…" Oh he did not just purr that mech's designation! It was his fault to begin with! "Go away!" he snapped with a low growl, wincing at he felt some of his coding kick in followed by a burst of pain he had never experienced. Doubling over he watched with terrified optics as his digits began to change, growing into sharp claws that dug deep furrows into the ground. 'I-I hafta get outta here!'

The ninja frowned at he door but he was not leaving until the scout listened to him. "Bumblebee, I need to speak with you, it's important." He heard something breaking from the other side of the door and shuddered his optics. Was the transformation already happening? "Bumblebee? Are you alright?" There was no answer so he pressed his audio to the door but at its highest setting he couldn't hear anything. Frowning he opened the door and grimaced at the mess inside but he paused when he detected a peculiar odor in the air. He tried ignoring it but it was difficult, especially when he felt his mechanimal side react with a low growl. He turned to leave when he noticed that the window was open which could only mean Bumblebee was gone, but the city was not safe for him, especially now. As much as the scout hated him, he had to find him and help him.

Bumblebee wasn't sure why he was speeding, or why he was heading for the city limits, but he was pushing his engine as hard as he could. He purposely turned off his comm link, ignoring pings from his team. All too soon his tires touched the rough terrain of the woods outside the city, getting off the beaten trail and swerving between trees left and right. He didn't know where he was going but his systems were telling him to get away, to find some sort of shelter so he wouldn't be vulnerable. Bee was more than happy to do so but pain radiating from his spark through his entire sensory network, making him skid to a halt and transform into his root form.

"W-What's—happening—to me!?" The pain was so bad, it was like he was transforming but it had never hurt before. He gripped at his helm as he stumbled on his peds, feeling the shift of circuits and wires inside but with a scream he dropped down onto all four, clawing at the ground with clawed digits. His frame grew slightly larger, taller and slightly wider but the most obvious of chances were his faceplates growing longer, forming into a mechanimal's snout and flickering audio shells. Backstrut arched as a scream melding into a loud howl erupted free from the bot's vocalizer as a tail emerged from just above his aft. The transformation left the mech in question exhausted, stabilizers shaking, frame trembling as pain faded away but the internal heat was still active and it made him whimper in desperation. His audio shells swiveled and despite the strong urge to recharge he lifted his helm up, a growl building in his chassis.

The black and gold cyberwolf quietly approached the yellow and black frame, intaking the air and growling lowly himself. It was such a sweet scent in the air, something he had longed to smell again but also wanted to taste. However, when he tried getting closer the other mechanimal growled and backed up, audio shells folded back and denta bared. He echoed the growl with one of his own but continued moving forward. This one was unclaimed, and while there were no other alphas around, he wasn't going to take a chance at losing such a find.

The yellow mechanimal crouched low, moving back away from the other cyberwolf but paused when he picked up on his scent. There was something strange familiar about him but he couldn't place where. Allowing him closer he cautiously sniffed at him, watching him do the same, growling in warning when the olfactory sensor became a bit too invasive and brushed over his tail he turned to snap at the wolf, forcing him to step away.

"[Back off!]" he snarled angrily.

"[Bumblebee?]" Despite the low growling the turned scout recognized the vocalizer.

"[Prowl? Is… it is you.]"

He slowly nodded and took the brief pause to move closer. "[Are you alright?]"

Was he serious? Did he really ask him that? Gone was any fear he had building, replaced with a growing anger and he had the perfect target to lash out at. "[You… got some bearings on you to ask me that,]" he growled angrily, raising himself onto his back stabilizers, trying to look big and threatening. "[You did this to me! You-You bit me and turned me into a cyberwolf!]"

The ninja whined lowly, audio shells folding back but he forced himself to sit down, purposely showing he was no threat. "[I did. This is your first lunar cycle and I went to warn you, but you had runaway so I followed to make sure you were alright. I am sorry, I never meant for any of this to happen…]"

"[But it did.]" he was so mad, he wanted to bite him back so he knew what he went through but he felt some of the rage leave him when he noticed the sorrowful look on the other wolf-mech's optics. He wanted to say something, not quite accepting his apologies but let out a pained whimper as he dropped to his servos, nearly curling in on himself. The heat programming was rapidly taking over, overriding his systems, it wouldn't be long before he gave in to let it run its course. He whined when he felt another frame nudging at him, fighting the internal struggle to either strike at the intruder or submit.

The ninja-turned-mechanimal had never seen the smaller mech in such a position before and it worried him. His primal instincts were warring with his logistics, telling him to dominate and claim this one before someone else did but if he did it would leave them both vulnerable in the open. Looking around he recognized this part of the woods they were in and lowered his helm to nudge the yellow helm.

"[Bumblebee. You need to get up, it's not safe out here,]" he explained even as he let out a low whine himself.

The turned scout trembled, frame aching and protoform feeling so hot, he wasn't certain he could get up if he wanted to. Another nudge to his helm forced him to look up, and he let out another whine at the presence of the alpha next to him, the urge to submit stranger than before. "[P… Prrrr… ooowwl…]" he whined softly, tail curling to the side even as he tried lifting his aft up in the air.

As tempting as the sight was, the mech in question ignored the internal command to claim and roughly nipped the other wolf, causing him to yelp in pain. "[Get up and follow me,]" he growled lowly, looking down at him as he stood before him in a commanding stance. "[Now.}" The yellow mech stared at him for an astrosecond before getting up onto his peds, following him through the woods. His protocols had momentarily stopped, overrun by his new systems telling him to obey the other mech, no questions asked. He wasn't sure where they were going until he noticed a cave in the distance. At this he paused; the last time he entered a cave was to escape a space-barnacle infected Prowl. He took a step back, audio shells lowering. Prowl gave him a questioning look before realization hit him. Instead of communicating with words he went up to him and licked the top of the yellow wolf's helm, comforting him, letting him know there was nothing to fear. The smaller wolf whined softly, nuzzling the black wolf before following him inside.

The cave was empty but there was a faint scent in the air. Bumblebee wondered what it was as he slowly entered but seeing Prowl move about confidently he knew there was nothing to fear. The inside was comfortable, the back covered in a soft layer of what looked like plant life but he didn't know what kind or really care. Laying down he tried ignoring the raging heat inside him but it was no use. He whined/growled as once more his protocols pinged, filling up his HUD. It was enough to make him want to sink his newly sharp denta into something. Deeply. Sensing the EM field of the other cyber wolf he lifted his helm and felt any tension he had leaving him as he rubbed his faceplates against his own. "[Prrowwwl…]" he whined softly, shifting his peds beneath his frame, feeling him move around him. The other mech-turned-mechanimal growled lowly but kept rubbing against him, sniffing and licking at his plating. Bee wasn't sure what was going on, jumping slightly when he felt a slick glossia swipe beneath his tail but he didn't pull back or tell him to stop. Instincts were running on high priority and he could feel any sense of himself as a mech falling into sleep mode as he lifted his hips up, angling his tail away as his panel slid open.

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The yellow wolf was out, already slipping into deep recharge as the black wolf lovingly cleaned some of the condensation from his plating. Still intimately tied he curled himself around his mate and fell into a well-deserved recharge as well. He had found his mate and rightfully claimed him as his own.

It was late into the morning by the time Prowl woke up, his sleep cycle turning off. He didn't online his optics immediately, going over his system diagnostics he paused when he saw that his alpha coding had activated and the protocol read as partially completed.

'But, it should only activate when I detect another mechanimal in a heat cycle, especially if it's a cyber wolf like myself.' He pulled out the memory clips from last night, reviewing them with a studious intent. He remembered sensing that Bumblebee was going to turn for the first time and had followed the mech when he ran off, the anger he felt when he realized he had been the one who had infected him, but then he was also aware of a scent in the air, one that gave rise to his own protocols. Fast-forwarding through the videos he stopped and replayed the files of him taking the smaller wolf, wincing when he realized he had taken his seal. Through it all his mechanimal instincts were running on high, satisfied that he had claimed the yellow one as his mate it still wanted him to fulfill his primary coding. 'But, that would mean Bumblebee is-!' He was taken from his thoughts and optics onlined when he felt the frame he was curled against shift, systems slowly starting up.

If this was going to become a habit, Bumblebee was not going to be a big fan of it. His processor felt sluggish, his frame ached, and when he tried shifting sharp pain raced up his spinal strut. He was dimly aware of another EM field gently pressing into his own, a servo rubbing at his back plates. "Hurt… why, do I hurt?" he groaned aloud.

"Just relax. You also need some energon, it'll help your self-repair," Prowl said softly. Getting up he moved to the back of the cave where he opened a hidden storage container. Taking out two cubes he came over and after helping the scout to sit up, gave him his fuel. "How do you feel now?"

The scout slowly lowered the cube, venting softly as his systems no longer read low fuel reserves. "Okay I think… what happened last night?" he asked.

"… you turned, for the first time," the ninja admitted quietly. "This cave, is usually where I come when I know I'm going to shift. That night in New Detroit, I lost track of the time."

"You and your nature," Bee teased and winced when he tried getting comfortable. "Why am I still hurting? What did we do?"

"… do you remember anything after you turned?" It would be easy to tell him, but regardless what his mechanimal's primal protocols were demanding he was not going to give in so easily.

The yellow mech vented softly but looked down at the almost empty cube in his servos. "I remember it hurting. Hurting a lot. And… I remember you, and yelling at you, but then…" Heat. A raging heat burning threatening to melt him from the inside out. Fluids building, begging to be taken-

Optics widen impossibly wide, faceplates turning an interesting shade of red. The scout looked up at the ninja for confirmation but he refused to look at him, his own cheek ridges positively glowing. "… oh slag," he whispered and dropped his blue gaze to the half-filled cube. Suddenly he wasn't that hungry anymore.

"Bumblebee, I…" What was he suppose to say? That he was sorry? That he didn't want it to happen? The ninja winced, knowing if he said that it would lead to hurt emotions and yelling. He did care for the smaller mech, but what if he didn't feel the same way? He braced himself to say something but luckily, he didn't have to as the other mech began speaking up.

"I don't remember a lot, but I know you were there with me the entire time," Bee began. "I told you I didn't want your help but you still came, you didn't tell anyone either. Why?"

"I betrayed your trust once without meaning to, and I know how difficult the first time turning can be." His had not been pleasant and he didn't remember a lot, but it was one of the main reasons he did so much meditation to begin with. "Bumblebee… may I ask you something."

"Yeah."

"Why do you have a heat cycle?"

The cube was nearly touching his lips plates, ready to take a sip but slowly the speedster lowered it down and set it off to the side. "Guess I should be thankful that wasn't the first thing you asked me," he mumbled lowly under his vents.

"So, you're—a carrier? I thought they were all gone."

"Don't know about others but since I'm a minibot it's even more rare, especially when the council cast the AllSpark away from Cybertron. The only bot who knows is Ratchet but he said my programming wouldn't kick in for a few more vorns," he said quietly. "I didn't think much about it, I mean I never thought about finding a bond mate and having sparklings but now…"

"…" Now Prowl felt terrible; Bumblebee never wanted any of this and now for some reason the virus he infected him with activated his carrier programming. Venting under his breathe he slowly reached out and brushed his servo over his shoulder. "I am sorry for bringing you into my dilemma. I should have said something but…" He frowned, looking away. "But, not everyone is as understanding."

"Prowl-"

"I'm not sure why it happened, but my cyberwolf side of my processor knew you were a carrier, and part of my coding is to find a suitable mate to carry on my CNA. But he saw you as a threat when you struck him."

"W-What was I suppose to do?!" Bee yelled at him, raising himself onto his knees. "Slag it, Prowl! I get it, you had this big secret you didn't want anyone to know but we're a team! We're suppose to be able to trust everyone no matter what secrets we have!"

"And how is my secret no different from yours?" the ninja demanded as he got to his own peds. "I told no one because I didn't want them to see me as some mechanimal and seek to either lock me away or destroy me while I recharge."

"You seriously think Optimus would have done that? He's not Sentinel! And I never said anything because I didn't think it was important!" the scout snapped back, scrambling to his own peds. "And I told someone, I told Ratchet! But you… you…" Bee wasn't sure why but suddenly, all the anger, all the rage and frustration he was feeling, it was leaving him like an oil drum with no bottom. He could feel oil building in his optics and before he could stop them, they were rolling down his faceplates.

The other mech was confused, ignoring the soft growl the yellow one let out he gently tilted his faceplates up and stared at the tears. "Bumblebee… you're-you're crying."

"S-S-So?" he growled weakly, rubbing the heel of his servo over one of his optics but they refused to stop. He made to turn away from Prowl, growling at him to leave him alone but the servos gently pulled him into his chassis and held him close. A soft revving was heard and it took Bee a few kliks to realize the ninja was revving his engines in a rough imitation of a purring growl. It was one he mimicked and soon, wrapped his own servos around the slender frame. With servos still wrapped around one another the two moved to the back of the cave, sitting in the middle of the nest of soft moss, thermal sheets, and a few pillows. Eventually the scout stopped crying but he didn't pull away; slowly looking up his servo reached up, gently brushing digits over the smooth plating. "Prowl?"

"Yes, Bumblebee?"

"First, call me Bee. Second, will… will you, um, will you… m-m-mate with me?" Gah that sounded so embarrassing! "Ne-Nevermind! Forget it!"

Prowl shuddered his optics, looking down at the smaller bot as he tried hiding his faceplates into his chassis. Had, did he really want him…? After what he had done? "Bee…" His servo stroked the back of his helm and gently encouraged him to look up at him. He wanted to ask why but then it dawned on him. His sweet little scout had lost his seal in the grips of a heat, and while his cyberwolf side had wanted it, his mech side didn't remember it.

"… Prowl? You okay?"

He didn't answer with words, digits stroking the back of his neck cables the black and gold mech leaned down and kissed him softly, derma plating gently gliding against one another. Bee went tense for an astrosecond before slowly wrapping his servos around his own neck, straddling his lap. Prowl growled softly as they continued kissing, his glossia soon asking for entrance and coaxing the smaller mech to do the same. Bee seemed unsure of what to do so he mimicked what the ninja did to him. It felt good and the motorcycle arched into the touches that felt so good, further building up Bee's confidence.

If mating was all this good, maybe he should have done this a lot sooner! But then again, he was lucky to have the ninja showing him what to do. Slowly breaking the kiss Bee looked at the ninja, his cheek ridges bright with a blush—and Prowl was smiling! "I like it better when you smile," he admitted to him softly.

"I have something to smile about." Leaning forward he kissed him once more and then leaned in to softly kiss his neck cables, flicking his glossia against some of the cables. The soft moan the scout let out was so sweet, he felt his mechanimal side react but he quickly pushed it back. No, he was going to make it up to him and show him what he had missed. The ninja continued kissing and licking a trail down the brightly colored frame, paying extra attention when he reached a certain spot that made Bee cry out in pleasure. Before he knew it, he was gently tracing the interface panel with feather-light touches with his digits. "Bee… are you sure you want this?" he asked, ready to pull back just in case.

The scout felt so hot, his frame was tingling in pleasure, he almost missed what the ninja said but looking down at him he realized he was asking permission. "Yes, Prowl…" he purred lowly, spreading his stabilizers wider he allowed the panel to slid open and welcomed the slender frame as he moved between them.

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Collapsing together in a heap Bee panted softly and continued to stroke the heavy mechanimal atop of him, feeling the trace of a recharge ghosting on the edge of his processor. But when he tried to shift he found that the wolf had tied with him. He felt heat fill his faceplates but hugged the bot closer. "Um, Prowl? How come…" He trailed off, too embarrassed.

"Can't… cyberwolf coding…" he growled lowly into his audio, curling himself atop of him in an attempt to make sure he was warm, safe and protected. "Increase likelihood to spark mate…"

"… sooo, you want to get me sparked up?" There was a low whine but the minibot found himself smiling, offlining his optics and buried his own faceplates into the wolf's warm plating. "Always wanted to have sparklings of my own. But next time ask me, don't bite me… aft." He didn't have to look to know the tail was wagging but as Bee drifted into recharge he couldn't keep the smile off his lip plates.

Prowl nervously paced outside the cave, pausing now and then to look at the entrance then resume his pacing. He checked his comm link but there were no missed messages from his mate. Letting out a whine he tried sitting down to meditate but he could not focus.

He and Bumblebee had been mated for a little over two stellar cycles, but it wasn't until the last several months that the scout found himself sparked. Of course, they referred to Ratchet seeing how he was the only medic they could turn to, but they also had to come clean about their altered CNA coding. There were some shocked surprises but the team did not treat either of them differently. In the last month of the carrying process Bee had become restless and refused to stay in the warehouse, saying he didn't feel safe and instead took to staying in the cave where the ninja had first taken him. He had to smile, it was where the two had come during nights of the full moon and where Bee also spent his heat cycles.

A sharp yelp was heard and the ninja was instantly on his peds, moving to the entrance of the cave but didn't enter yet. He grew worried when he heard nothing and his spark began to race. Had something happened? Did he lose the sparklings? Did his mate suffer an internal injury? Should he comm Ratchet for help? Just before he could fell into full-blown panic he received a comm message telling him to come in. He hesitated for a klik before entering, his peds quiet on the soft ground.

"Bee? Are you alright?" he called out softly.

"… Y-Yeah… just, really tired…" came a breathless pant. The canary yellow mech lifted his helm up, smiling weakly as he spotted his mate. That had not been pleasant but the two tiny sparklings curled up on his chassis had made it more than worth it all. He let out a breathless chuckle at the shocked look on the black and gold mech's faceplates. "Don't you wanna say 'hi', ninja bot?"

"… y… yes…?" He hadn't meant it as a question but he found himself moving ever so slowly, nearly crawling the remaining distance before stopping before them. Prowl looked down at the two tiny forms and smiling, reached out to ever so gently stroke the tiny helms. "They're—beautiful."

"Aren't they?" Bee smiled and nodded to him. "Want to hold one?"

Blinking the ninja could only nod and slowly and very carefully, took one of the tiny forms. It was mostly a golden yellow with some black thrown in, and it was a mechling. Holding him close Prowl watched as optics onlined revealing their pale blue color, the same shape and color as his own. He looked so much like him but he could definitely see some of the speedster in him as well; lifting a servo he held a digit out and positively beamed when the sparkling reached out to grip offered digit tightly. "He's strong… and the other?"

"A mechling, too," the scout smiled, hugging the other sparkling. This one was mostly black with some bright yellow trimming, and shifted, letting out a large yawn as large optics onlined to reveal the same brilliant blue as his carrier. "I want to call this one, GoldBug."

"I think it suits him," Prowl smiled, watching as the little one looked around with curious and bright optics. Looking down at the son in his servos he held him up and saw that he was looking at him with a deep and intense gaze. "I would like to call him, Checkpoint."

"Checkpoint. I like it." Bee watched as Prowl settled next to him and wordlessly leaned into him, both of them cradling a sparkling each and watched as their sons began to power down, curling up against their chassises. "Goldbug and Checkpoint… welcome to Earth." The two sparklings let out yawns and within mere moments, both were deep in recharge. The minibot was tempted to follow them even as he felt his sparkmate wrap a servo around his waist, pulling him close. "Prowl?"

"Yes?"

"… I forgive you for biting me." He let his optics offline when he felt a smiling kiss being pressed to the top of his helm.

"I used to think being a cyberwolf was a curse, but it gave me the one thing I thought I would never be able to have."

"Mmmm what's that, Prowler?"

"A family."

Author's Notes: Okay first, I am so sorry this took so long I had a bad mental block and then I lost inspiration but here it is! My first ever cyberwolf fic! Now, this was requested by KittyKatShMeow and I hope you like it! Description of cyberwolf Prowl and Bumblebee was by the very talented artist/writer JazzTheTiger (honestly I would have loved to have seen a show about cyberwolves!) so I hope I did them justice even a little bit.

Also, incase anyone is wondering about the names of the two saprklings, I got the names from the Shattered Glass universe (Goldbug is Bumblebee's SG self; and Checkpoint is Prowl's SG self). Check out TFWiki for more info on them.

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