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

Author's Notes: Finding himself trapped in the mind of the Autobot scout was the last thing Megatron thought could happen, but until he can find a way back to his original body he may as well have some fun with him.

Title: Mind Games

Pairing: Megatron (Mental)xOptimus PrimexBumblebee (Prime)

Request: Sakiporkbun (AO3)

Never had Megatron expected this to happen, finding himself trapped within the mind of an Autobot, but he realized he had underestimated them. And the only reason he had come to him was for the cure for the cosmic plague, and, of course, the opportunity to defeat Optimus Prime with his own two servos!

"But first, I must find a way to my own frame!" he snarled to himself.

Bumblebee let out a low groan, his servo coming up to hold his helm. Ever since Arcee pulled the cortical patch out and they escaped Nemesis, he had been feeling a bit off. He knew he should go see Ratchet but with Optimus still recovering from the plague he felt that he could wait.

"[We almost lost him… I almost lost him,]" he beeped to himself. Moving slowly, he went over to his berth and sat down. Ever since he had signed up with the Autobots he had come to see the Prime as not only his leader, but he was a mech he admired and strived to become just like him. But over time his infatuations for him grew and he ended up developing what he had heard the humans refer to as a crush. The problem was, he had never told him how he felt and now realizing he had come so close to losing him-

"[No! I-I can't tell him so I may as well forget about it!]" Huffing to himself Bee laid back on his berth, venting deeply.

"So, the scout has feeling for Prime himself but he is too scared to tell him?" The warlord didn't know whether to laugh or sneer at the mention. Feelings had no room in times of war, but he would be blind if he did not notice an attractive frame regardless of type. However, he still needed to figure out a way back to his warship before his glitch of a SIC did something to ruin everything he had accomplished! But as he thought about it he began to wonder, if he was trapped in this mech's frame, could he control it?

Concentrating he reached out and felt a smirk forming on his lip plates as a servo came up, digits curling into a fist. It was lowered but the warlord moved on and found he did have more control over the scout than he had anticipated. Getting up the mech walked over to where a large mirror hung. Autobot blue optics stared back at him via the reflection, but a faint image of Decepticon red began gazing back at the scout, the all-too familiar image of the warlord himself staring back, sharp denta pulled back into a cruel smirk-

Letting out a whirl of fear Bumblebee stumbled back from his mirror, servos raised up to fight but his own reflection was staring back at him. Cautiously he approached the mirror once more but there was no sign of the warlord. "[Why am I seeing Megatron of all bots?]" he asked himself. Was it a side effect of the cortical patch? Shaking his helm, he once more retreated to his berth and laid down, trying not to think about it and tuned into one of the radio stations he and Raf enjoyed listening to. Soon music began to fill his audios and he allowed his optics to offline, placing one of his servos behind his helm and the other resting on his stomach plating, digits tapping to the rhythm of the current song.

Mentally Megatron was growling, wishing he could offline his audios. This was such noise, but he expected no less from pathetic carbon-based lower lifeforms of this miserable planet. But the scout was busy so once more he reached out and found himself controlling the servo once more.

"I must be careful. If I alert the Autobot to my presence, I will never be able to get back to my own frame," the battle-hardened mech growled to himself. Feeling the digits flex he had to move over the scout's frame, testing his range of motion but as digits brushed over a seam the yellow frame gave a slight shudder, a low whirl escaping the damaged vocalizer. Megatron paused but had the digits brush over the seam once more. A louder whirl followed by the frame shifting, one of his cooling fans kicking on with a low hum. "Interesting…" the silver-gray mech grinned to himself. If he was going to be trapped in this foolish mech, he was going to have some—fun.

Digits continued lightly tracing the sensitive seam, teasing at the wires that lay so close to the surface but now it began tracing up and down, listening as the whirling either decreased or increased in volume. The yellow mech was still listening to the radio station, unaware of his cooling fans kicking on, or that a knot of heat was beginning to build. He twitched and spread his stabilizers wider as the servo moved lower, the tips of his digits purposely stroking the cables that joined his stabilizer to his hip. The whirling grew into a soft purr from his engine, one of his peds coming up to allow him to let his stabilizer fall to the side, backstrut arching slightly as the digits pushed even deeper into the gap.

'Why do I feel so warm?' Bumblebee thought to himself, optics onlining dimly. The heat was slowly building up, his sensory network was sending him so much data his processor was having a difficult time going through it but a spike of unfiltered pleasure made him let out a loud beeping whirl, engines revving hard enough to make him tremble. This time his optics onlined fully and he quickly sat up, shocked to see his servo was rubbing at the panel between stabilizers. "[W-What the?!]" Why on Cybertron was he doing that? He tried to stop but he grew alarmed when he realized he had no control over it.

"Why not sit back and enjoy it, little Autobot?" a dark voice purred at him.

The scout let out a startled beep, looking around for the intruder but it took him a few kliks to realize he was all alone. He made to get up from the berth but nearly fell back onto the berth as the digits pressed into the almost invisible seams and his panel snapped back. "[N-No! Stop it!]" he cried out but his servo refused to stop.

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Suddenly, he was no longer alone.

The red and silvery Prime was supposed to be taking it easy under the CMO's orders, but he felt fine. He had never experienced such pain and for a klik, he thought that he was going to join the Well of the AllSpark but his Autobots came through and found the antivirus. Arcee told him what happened and he thanked her and the others for their work, but he had yet to thank the scout who had gone beyond the call of duty.

Approaching his door, he hesitated, wondering if he should wait least he disturb the young mech, but just as he about to knock on the door he heard a sound from the other side. Was Bumblebee hurt and had not told anyone? Frowning he debated whether he should call Ratchet but what if it was serious and he couldn't wait? Optimus knocked on the door but there was no answer. "Bumblebee? Are you in there?" Once more he heard the strange noise but he could not place it. Turning to the keypad off to the side he set it to open and watched as the door opened. It as dark within the room but it didn't stop him from entering. The noise was louder than before and he took a few more steps inside, vaguely aware of the door closing behind him but even in the darkness he could make out a frame withering on the berth. Thinking the worse he moved closer, ready to reach out and assist but what he saw instead made him freeze.

Optimus Prime was not blind, and while the matrix chose him to lead Cybertron to a brighter future, he was still a mech. What he saw before him was arousing and easily the most enticing sight ever. He would not lie and say that bumblebee was pleasing to look at, he was young but he proved himself to be a more than capable warrior and excellent scout. He adapted so easily when they came to Earth and took his role as young Rafael's guardian with pride. Optimus was proud of him, but…

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… murmuring an apology when Bee jerked, hissing softly in obvious discomfort. "I'm sorry. Wait here."

'Where would I go?' But Bumblebee vented softly as he lay back on his berth, letting his optics offline as he stretched his servos over his helm. His door wings twitched beneath him, obviously getting a bit cramped but he could deal with them later. He heard Optimus moving around his room and wondering what he was looking for until he felt a warm servo gently stroke one of his stabilizers, stroking it he felt it slid underneath and lifted it up. His optics onlined dimly and looking down he saw a cleaning cloth in the Prime's other servo. Smiling even more he let out a purring moan as he was cleaned, the soft cloth and touch soothing even as it cleaned the excess fluids from his still very sensitive folds. Once everything was cleaned up, including his servos, his panel slid close and he watched as he cleaned himself up. He wanted to return the favor but a warning appeared in his HUD about very low energy reserves. He let out an annoyed groan at that.

Hearing the annoyed sound, the taller mech smiled as he finished cleaning himself up and allowed his panel to slid close. Stowing the used cloth into his subspace he sat next to his lover and leaned over him. "Bumblebee… I am honored, you allowed me to take your seal… and I am grateful to you…" Slowly he reached out and taking his servo in his own smiled, lifting it up to his chassis where he pressed it over the area where his spark lay hidden away. "You saved me, even at the cost of your own deactivation. Thank you. Still holding his servo, he leaned down and kissed him softly.

Bee smiled as he kissed him back, wishing he could tell him he loved him but with his own vocalizer. Perhaps… one day he could. That was the last thing he remembered as his systems began shutting his system down to conserve what little energy reserves he had remaining.

Optimus slowly pulled back and took a klik or two to watch his scout recharging. He looked so peaceful and as much as he wanted to join him he had other things to attend to. Laying his servo on his chassis he made sure there was nothing amiss and left, but not before casting the slumbering mech one final look. Little did either of them know that a certain warlord was determined to tear them apart and claim what he believed had been wrongfully stolen from him.

Author's Notes: This, this was fun! And yes, it was fun to tease Megatron but it was also fun to do another Optimus and Bumblebee. What can I say, I really like this pairing (though others are starting to grow on me). Sakiporkbun, I really hope you enjoyed this!

Now, I would like to say how sorry I am that it took this long for me to u[date this story but hitting a mental block was just the pits! So, instead of making you all wait 'til tomorrow I decided to post these chapters up tonight. I work tomorrow but I'm not sure when I'll be getting out. Also, JazzTheTiger, I am not quite done with your quest but I'm getting there little by little! Promise!

To everyone else, thanks for putting up with me and I hope you continue to enjoy the chapters. And remember, I'm still open to requests :)

Next up: BumblebeexOptimus Prime (Prime/RID verse)