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: 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 2)

Pairing: AutobotsxBumblebee (Animated)

Requested: JazzTheTiger (AO3)

Bumblebee was not a medic, he never took a class since he never saw a need (his self-repair was enough and even when it wasn't, there was the grumpy medic) but looking at his housing he wished he had learned something. Frowning he took up the tool once more; a few joors earlier, after putting Bulkhead to bed, Bee tried to deal with his trapped spike stuck in its own housing by pushing it back in but he quickly had to stop when he realized he was doing more harm than good.

'I-I could try and relieve it,' he thought and stroked at the tip, hoping if he managed to depressurize it the spike would slide back in but that idea was quickly shot down when it pressurized even more and was making it even more painful. The rim of his spike's housing was so dented he knew if he could push it out, he might be able to relieve the pressure, but not with his digits. That's when he found a crowbar in his berthroom amid a pile of junk he had found and kept during one of his many trips speeding through New Detroit.

'Sari said humans use this to pry stuff open, maybe I can do the same.' It took several kliks to figure out how to hold it then another several how to use it but it seemed to take joors to slip the end of it beneath one of the dents and push on the other side. He had to stop when his systems registered even more pain, the kind that made him want to give up and go see Ratchet but the idea of explaining what happened to the old mech made him continue. He was not going to explain what happened! 'I—can—fix—this!' he said to himself, pushing on the end of the crowbar harder he was rewarded with a loud ping as the dent popped out just enough for his spike to pressurize fully. Sighing in relief Bee dropped the crowbar and began stroking his stiff cable …

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… he couldn't take it anymore and he found himself slipping into emergency stasis. When his optics onlined much later he found himself laying on an unfamiliar berth and a worried medic leaning over him. He blinked, looking around he found himself in the med bay.

"Ratchet? How'd… I get here?" he asked as he tried sitting up.

"No you don't," he said as he placed a servo on his chassis, forcing him to lay still. The older mech looked at the monitors he was hooked up to, reading the results. "Looks like your energy level is back up and your self-repair is nearly done with your interface components."

Bee blinked and try as hard as he could was not able to stop the heat entering his faceplates. "I-"

"Don't bother, Bulkhead told me everything." Stepping away the white and red medic moved to his work table, picking up a data pad to update the medical report. "Can't say I haven't seen it before, it happens to young mechs like you two, but I haven't seen damage as bad as yours before."

"D-Damage?" Despite being told to lay down the mini bot lifted himself up just enough to lean back on his servos and looked down at himself. There were several cables plugged into him, no doubt connected to the monitors, dents and scratches gone but the heat in his cheek ridges rose when he saw that his interface panel was open leaving his array completely bared. He also found he couldn't close it but he saw that his spike housing was no longer dented or pushed inward. He wanted to reach out to touch it, to see if it was real but quickly pulled his servo back when Ratchet walked back to his side, giving him a "look". With a weary sigh Bumblebee laid back down but looked away from the CMO. His optics shuddered as he realized when he had fallen into stasis, he had been in his berthroom, so how did he get here to the medbay? "Is, Bulkhead the one who brought me here?"

"Yeah, the big lug commed me that you weren't waking up and before I could go see what was wrong, he barged in here carrying you in his servos," Ratchet answered simply. Still looking at the data pad he moved over to his side and looked down at him. "Bumblebee… I want you to be honest with me. Did-"

"Bulkhead didn't do anything! I-I'm the one who started it," Bee immediately interrupted, his servos clenched into tight fists. "If there's anyone to blame it's me, and I'll accept whatever punishment there is but leave Bulkhead outta this."

"Calm down, kid. I have to ask considering your damage." But the scout refused to look at him and Ratchet vented heavily before returning his attention back to the data pad. There was a strange line of code that he swore he had just seen but despite his repeated scans it wasn't showing up anymore. Mumbling under his vents Ratchet set the pad down and moved to the end of the berth where he pulled out a pair of lifts for his patient to rest his peds on. "I need you to move down and put your peds up."

"Fine." Without looking down Bumblebee did as ordered, being mindful of the cables still plugged into him he finally looked down when he felt Ratchet lift one of his stabilizers up then did the same to the other. "What are you doing?" he asked and was reminded that his panel was still open and with his peds up and stabilizers spread open he was pretty much bared for the medic (and any bot else who decided to enter the medbay).

"I'm going to check your valve and see if your self-repair was able to fix the damage I saw," the CMO explained as he pulled his stool over and leaned down to examine the folds. They were healing nicely but his main concerns were the internal injuries he had seen earlier. "What in the Pitt did you do to yourself, anyway?" he asked as he pulled back, pulling a small tray over where he had some tools waiting to be used.

"What are you talking about?" the scout murmured, forcing himself to relax but it was difficult to do so. His stabilizers twitched as he tried closing them once more but he jumped and nearly bolted off said berth when he felt a servo on the inside of his stabilizer. "Hey!"

"Stop moving," Ratchet ordered gruffly as he opened the stabilizers once more. "Just like I said. I don't know what you two did, but not only did you tear the opening of your valve, some of your nodes were damaged with what looked like some heavy 'facing. On top of that I saw electrical burns inside and even on your spike." He looked down at the smaller mech, an optic ridge raised in question.

"… I got carried away," Bumblebee said after a heavy klik of silence even as he lifted his servos up to rub at his faceplates. "Wouldn't my self-repair have fixed—hey!" He couldn't help but jerk and made to move away from the light touch had a servo not clamp down on his stabilizer once more.

"I said stop moving and I meant it," Ratchet growled and waited a few kliks before releasing the stabilizer. "Your self-repair might have been able to take care of it, but it would take a great deal of time. And it's not like you have something I haven't seen before." Once more he reached out with two of his digits covered in medical grade lubricant and having them heated up, went back to carefully applying said lubricant. "Just relax, I need to spread the lubricant inside using my digits," he explained.

Even being warned and having taken a few spikes (repeatedly) Bumblebee couldn't help but shift slightly on the berth, biting back a low moan. The lubricant was warm (from the heated digits) but there was a slight sting as the digits carefully pushed completely inside, stroking the walls and rubbing over some of his still very sensitive nodes. He covered his optics with one of his arms, clenching his denta together so tightly it hurt but it did nothing to halt the small flicker of pleasure he was feeling.

'No… not now… please, not now,' he begged as he fought back the rising heat.

Scanners were picking up an elevated temperature but the CMO continued, knowing that this was natural. He carefully scissored his digits in the valve, taking note of the tear that he had repaired but he noted that the smaller frame would twitch when he brushed over some of the nodes. "Do you feel any discomfort?"

"… n-no…" Discomfort he could handle, welcome even, right now what he was feeling was worse and yet he wanted more. Bee let out a long vent of air as the digits were removed and took a moment to calm his system down, he didn't hear the medic say something about using a tool before he felt something slick and cold and made of metal slowly pushing into his valve then opening him up as wide as it could without hurting him. This time he couldn't help the small cry he let out and reached down to cover his spike housing, resisting the urge to release the latches.

"Keep cycling air, kid. I just need to get a good look at your sensor nodes," Ratchet explained, stroking a tense stabilizer he frowned when he felt it tremble under his touch and slowly pulled back. He made sure the tool in question wasn't hurting him and that his tear hadn't opened before activating a mini light and leaning in close, looked inside. Some of the nodes were still bruised, which no doubt explained the sensitivity his patient still had but the ones that had been burned looked almost completely healed with no sign of scarring. He had been worried about that as it would make future interfacing downright painful. "Everything looks good so far, but I'm going to apply some salve to help it repair faster." He picked up a small container but before he could take some onto his digits, he looked at the scout on the berth. "Unless… you want to do it yourself?"

Bee wasn't sure he had heard him correctly but looking at him from under his arm he gave a slow nod. Ratchet carefully removed the tool that kept his valve open (something the scout did not enjoy having to begin with) and helped him remove his peds from the lifts so it wouldn't be as uncomfortable then handed him the small container of a very pale blue salve. Sitting up Bumblebee dipped his digits inside, making sure he had plenty before reaching down to gently push his digits inside. He hissed slightly as he touched some of the bruised nodes but as he began to rub the salve into them, he could feel a tingle of relief flowing through him. Leaning back on his servo he brought one of his peds up so it was perched on the edge of the berth and continued to spread the salve inside until he pulled his digits out and applied more. The flicker of heat was rapidly growing once more, his cooling fans ready to kick on at a moment's notice, he didn't even realize he was letting out soft moans of pleasure.

Ratchet should not be staring at his younger comrade like this. He should not be thinking how arousing he looked with his digits scissoring his valve. He should not be acting like some slagging glitch who enjoyed overloading to another mech self-facing! Grabbing the datapad the CMO quickly moved to the side, trying to forget what he had just seen but his processor refused to delete the image, and the soft moans were not helping one little bit.

'T-This is normal. Long as he's not in pain it means the treatment is working,' he told himself. And it was true, if Bumblebee was in pain then the moment he touched him even with the medical grade lubricant would have had him bolting from the berth in an astrosecond. But he had been a medic far too long so he could control his own frame despite how arousing the sight had been. "U-Use as much salve as you need, kid. I can make more but that should be enough for now," he said without looking back as he tried to focus on anything except on what was going on behind him.

"Ahh… uh huh," the minibot moaned softly, now thrusting three digits into his valve he could feel his own lubricant building, making the internal cables slicker. He purposely rubbed against the nodes, being mindful not to caress too hard but the pleasure was quickly mounting. "Can… can I use it, on my spike?" he asked even as he gave the command to have the latches come undone, watching as it rapidly pressurized.

"Your spi—O-Oh yeah, you can use it there, too," he said. Looking over the data pad the medic reread his notes that there had been damage to the appendage as well and it had taken a bit of time to repair the housing for the spike to successfully retreat inside. He quickly set it down before his processor tried to bring up images of him touching it, stroking it, tending to it when his scanners picked up elevated temperature and the sound of systems running harder than they should be. "Kid, is somethin-" He turned and froze at the sight before him. Despite all his many vorns as a chief medical officer during the war, nothing could have prepared him for the sight that lay before him.

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It was so strong Bumblebee couldn't take it anymore and crashed before he could finish. Ratchet struggled to remain online, but with so many vorns of experience under his fan belts his system couldn't take it anymore and he crashed just as hard, but not before moving to the side of the berth, pulling the smaller mech to his chassis.

It was cycles later and the minibot found his systems starting up one by one, another bout of confusion until he played back his most recent back-up, followed by another low groan followed by a servo coming up to cover his faceplates.

'If this is some kinda joke, it's not funny,' he thought to himself. Four crashes followed by, what, twice as many overloads in less than a servoful of solar cycles? That had to be some kind of record but the only record he was interested in was highest score on his favorite video games and being the faster thing on four wheels. Once his system was completely online, he sat up but shuddered his optics when he realized he wasn't in pain, not in the slightest. He even found himself cleaned up and his panel completely closed, but there was also a familiar jar of blue salve sitting on the table next to his berth. Slowly reaching over he took it and realized he had a comm from the medbot himself.

"You better not undo all the work I did in repairing you, but if it happens again, just use the salve I left you. And… if anything else comes up, just… I'm the medic so… uh… stop being reckless!"

"… okaaay… I'll keep that on my processor," Bee thought to himself as he looked at the jar before putting it into his subspace. With the way things were going, he rather have it and not need it then need it and not have it.

For a while, things were fine, Bumblebee was able to forget about fragging some of his best friends (though there was some awkwardness with Prowl) but things seemed to be going okay.

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…

Oh, who was he kidding?! Instead of things getting better things were getting worse, and whenever he felt the need to get some relief, he either went to the jettwins (who were more than happy to include him), Bulkhead (which lead to another painting session), and Ratchet (who performed repeated scans on him before and after—provided he still had the energy to do so). He even tried continuing with his ninja lessons and they seemed to work for a little bit, but they seemed to know when his attention was wavering and cut it short or said something had come up and they had to stop. Jazz had let him down gently that he did like him, but not like that. Bumblebee didn't help matters when he told him he liked the Elite Guardsmech back but not like that, he just needed to rid himself of the charge. Things were awkward but he didn't say no. The only mech who seemed to avoid him completely had been Prowl and it broke the minibot's spark.

'The way I'm acting like-like some pleasure drone, I don't blame him,' he thought to himself, leaning back in his seat during his monitor shift. So far Decepticon activity had been quiet, and there was barely any reports of crime in New Detroit. It was quiet, peaceful, and utterly boring! He really wished he had his portable game so at least he had something to do but Optimus took it away when he caught him playing it instead of doing his duty. But what else was he suppose to do? And there had been no reports of AllSpark activity so if there were any fragments out there, none of them had activated.

'Still bored… so bored… so unbelievably and incredibly booooorrreed!' he winced to himself and slouched down in his seat, frowning at the screen and wishing something would happen. Not his wisest choice of words but there was a loud bang and he couldn't help but yelp and immediately turned his attention to the screens. Was there a sudden attack on the city? Did an explosion go off? Were the Decepticons attacking?

"If I have to hear from that aft one more time, I'm going to blow a motherboard! After I introduce his lance to his exhaust port!" came a very pissed off growl/threat as the mech stormed past the communication center.

Bumblebee shuddered his optics and peering over the back of his seat watched as the boss bot stormed his way past him, not even acknowledging him as he stormed to the hall and jumped when he heard the door to his own berthroom slam shut. If he adjusted his audios correctly, he could no doubt hear him cursing and muttering up a storm.

'Three guesses who got him in a really bad mood, and the first two don't count,' he thought to himself. Part of him wanted to help him out, but when he got like this no one was safe and even Ratchet stayed away until he calmed down. Which was fine and all that so the scout settled himself back in his seat but after a few kliks he found himself just as bored as before. There was nothing going on but he still had at least a joor to go but thinking back to his leader he felt his systems begin to warm up, optics losing focus as his processor brought up images and videos of him which caused his cooling fans to kick on rapidly. It wasn't hard to see why Sentinel didn't like him, Optimus was everything that slagger wished he was but the more Bee thought about his commanding officer the more he imagined what he would look like in the throes of pleasure. Would he let him do whatever he wanted, begging for more? Or would he take command and order the scout to pleasure him? Primus! His yellow digits rubbed at his panel, feeling it ready to slide open, to allow the lubricant to drip freely. The scout pressed his stabilizers tightly together but he longed to feel something thick, long, and hard forcing its way inside, making him scream in pleasur-

The multiple sounds of engines roaring into the factory filled the silence, at least three vehicles entering before the sounds of gears transforming and armor plating pulling back to reveal the three Autobots. So busy talking among each other they didn't seem to notice the smallest member of their team—which he was happy for once of his small frame. Bumblebee quickly pulled his servo from his plating and struggling to cut the power to his cooling fans. Warnings popped up in his HUD that his systems were still heated but he ignored it and turned to face his team.

"H-Hey mechs, what's going on?" he asked with a weak grin.

"I swear he's got something loose up there, why would we take anything from the SteelHaven?!" Ratchet snapped at no one in particular.

"But we didn't take anything. We don't even go to his ship," Bulkhead tried to reason.

Bumblebee blinked but vented softly. Okay, those two clearly didn't hear him but he nodded to the ninja as he came over to the communication center. "Hey Prowl, what's going on?"

"Sentinel is still convinced one of us took something from his ship's cargo hold," he answered tensely. "And he continues to refuse to tell us what it was so we can help him look for it."

"He's still going on about that?" What the slag was so important that he couldn't just tell them? "Is that what got Optimus so mad?"

"I wish it were that easy. Sentinel once more insulted Optimus' leadership skills, or rather his lack of them, among other things. It nearly came to blows between them it took all of us and the Elite Guard to keep them from tearing one another apart."

"Whoa." Bumblebee shuttered his optics, trying to picture it. Senti-aft was always in a glitchy mood, he never saw him as anything else. But he had never seen his Prime that mad before. 'But he's doing the best he can, and what makes that walking scrap heap think he's better than everybot else?' he thought to himself, narrowing his optics in thought. 'Somebot needs to teach him a lesson.'

"Bumblebee?"

"Huh?" He blinked and looked up at the ninja who was looking at him in concern. "Oh. Sorry Prowler, just thinking about something." He paused, glancing at the hall that lead to their berthrooms he looked up at him once more. "Hey, I know I have another joor for monitor duty, but can you take over? There's something I gotta do."

Normally the ninja-in-training wouldn't have thought about letting the scout shirk his duties, but something had changed the minibot's chaotic personality program, for the better, but something didn't feel right. Venting softly, Prowl agreed and was surprised when he was embraced. His fans kicked on with a low whirl; he wasn't sure if he was ever going to get used to being physically touched like this no matter how enjoyable it felt.

"Thanks, Prowler!" On impulse, Bee pulled the stunned ninja down and kissed him quickly before heading for the hallway. He didn't know why he did that but he didn't dwell on it for too long. Passing by the rooms he stopped in front of his Prime's door and waited a few kliks before knocking on it. "Optimus? It's me, Bumblebee," he called out but there was no answer. "Can… can, I come in?" There was no answer but pressing his servo to the door he pulled back when it opened. Peering in he saw that the Prime was sitting in front of his desk, staring at the monitors intently that he didn't seem to notice him. He should have left, he clearly didn't want to talk but he noticed the way the digits on one of his servos was tapping at the corner of his desk hard enough to cause a dent and it seemed to be getting deeper with each tap. The scout paused before entering the room, listening to the door close behind him. "O-Optimus? You alright?"

"I'm fine."

"Oh." A brief pause. "I heard you got in an argument with Sentinel-"

"You've been visiting the SteelHaven a lot lately."

"Huh? Oh yeah, you know, hanging out with the jettwins and Jazz, training." Among other things he added to himself privately.

"Did you ever take anything from there?"

Take? "Like what?"

"Like something you weren't supposed to."

"What? No! Boss bot, you know me! I'd never take anything from anywhere, especially from another Autobot!" he exclaimed. Did he really think he was a thief? That hurt a bit but he refused to back down and before he knew it, he found himself yelling at his commanding officer. "Look, I don't know what the frag Senti-aft lost but going around blaming me for taking whatever-the-Pitt he lost isn't fair! Or right!"

"No one else has gone to the SteelHaven except for you, even the security cameras prove it so who else could it have been?" he argued without turning to look at him.

"Because Sentinel is such a glitched up coward he always thinks he's going to catch some organic virus the moment he steps away from his precious ship! He never lets Jetstorm and Jetfire out to visit me so I go hang out with them! What the slag happened to believing in your team?!"

"I believe in what my optics tell me!"

"No, you believe what Sentinel says because he thinks he's better than you!" The tapping stopped but Bumblebee was venting too hard to notice that or the way Prime was looking at him via the reflection in the screens. "I always thought you were better than Sentinel, and not because you didn't call me Bumbler or insult Bulkhead and everyone else, but because you cared about us as your friends and didn't throw your mass around just because you were named a Prime. You…" The minibot trailed off, trying to think of his words as he looked away before taking a few steps deeper into the room, towards him. "Boss—Optimus… you are a great leader and the only reason Sentinel yells at you is because he knows you're better than him at everything." Standing behind him he reached out slowly, hesitating before resting his servo on the plating of his upper arm, feeling it tense under his touch. "A wise mech once told me, a true leader puts the needs of the mechs under his command before his own, and always listens to them before listening to anybot else."

Optimus didn't say anything but slowly he offlined his optics, intaking deeply he released it slowly and felt the tension and anger flow out of him, allowing him to sink back in his chair. Reaching up he covered the smaller servo with his own, squeezing it tightly. "And here I thought my words went through one audio and out the other," he teased softly, a small smile touching his derma plating.

"I listen. I just choose what I want to hear," he smiled. Seeing that his leader was relaxed Bee stepped in front of the taller Prime and leaned forward to wrap his servos around his neck in a hug the same way Sari would hug them. He felt him tense but he soon felt servos come up and warp around him, hugging him back tightly and pretty much pulling him onto his lap. "Don't stop being the great leader I know you are, boss bot."

"… thanks, Bumblebee. I just needed a reminder," Optimus said softly even as he held him tighter. "And… I'm sorry for accusing you."

"So right. Besides, you'll always be a better mech than that glitched up aft."

"Bumblebee…"

"What? C'mon, why else is he always insulting you more than anybot else?" Pulling back the scout looked at his leader. "I may not be smart like Bulkhead or sneaky like Prowl, but I do notice stuff. And I know that Sentinel always insults you and is always trying to prove he's better. But he's not better than you and he never will be."

Optimus couldn't help but smile at his bright scout, happy that he had come here to try and cheer him up. The team would not have been the same without him. "How can you be so sure?" he asked with a small smile.

"I just know." As he was talking, he didn't realize his servos were tracing his frame, digits tracing the smooth lines, tracing and stroking tense wires. With each stroke Bumblebee could feel the larger mech relaxing under his touch he was also aware of the way his own blue servos rested on his waist, digits absently stroking the seams of his pelvic armor. There was a low hum of cooling fans filling the room but it took him a klik or two to realize it was the sound of their cooling fans. Once more that familiar heat was filling his frame and this time Bumblebee didn't try to stop it. Slowly he slid his servos up the red chassis, gripping the broad shoulders he leaned forward so their frames were pressed much closer than before. He gave his engines a rev and felt the other engine rev in response. He smiled as the surprised look on the Prime's faceplates, the way his cheek ridges heated up in a blush but when he opened his mouth to speak, he darted forward and kissed him.

Needless to say, the Prime was not expecting to be kissed and like a clueless bot he tended to be without realizing it. He froze before struggling to remove the smaller mech, trying to get him to let go but there was something about the way he kissed him that he felt as though he couldn't get enough. Slowly his servos slid down his arms, down his back strut, then onto his hips. He moaned as he felt a glossia lick at his derma, silently asking for permission which he slowly granted.

'T-This is wrong. I shouldn't be doing this,' Optimus thought to himself but there was nothing in the rules that said this wasn't allowed. He wasn't taking advantage of a mech under his command, nor was anybot getting hurt by this. Bumblebee was merely showing his affection in his own way. Organics did this all the time as far as he knew, so what was the harm? The kiss slowly broke apart, both mechs venting heavily, fans running on high, but before he could say anything the yellow scout smirked, optics darkening as he leaned forward once more, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth plates and continued, moving down and teasing the thick cables in his neck with little flicks of his glossia. "B-Bumb-blebee… wha… a-are you do-oohhh-ing…" he moaned softly, shuddering as the yellow mech found a particularly sensitive node.

"Hmmm?" The soft vibrations cause the larger mech to shudder even more, digits flexing over his hips, digging into seams and pulling him even closer. Giving the node hidden beneath the cables a lick Bee pulled back to whisper into the Prime's audio, "Helping you relax and proving how great a mech you are." He was getting a nice charge going and he could tell Optimus was feeling it but he could also tell he was still tense. Maybe, he didn't want it, but his EM field was practically screaming his sexual need so why not help him enjoy it? Curling his servo around the back of the blue helm the scout nuzzled his leader under his chin, licking at the cables as he tilted his helm back. His other yellow servo moved down the warming frame, tracing seams his smaller digits moved into gaps and stroked at wires and cables. "You're so tense, boss bot… you gotta learn to relax before you burst a circuit or something…" Bee murmured as he continued to lick and kiss a trail down the hot frame. He would pause now and then, waiting to see if his Prime really wanted this to stop but each time he would either pull him closer or moan his designation in obvious want. Who was he to deny his fearless leader?

As a rule, Optimus never thought of his teammates in such a manner, his processor was usually too busy to think of anything outside of dealing with the return of Megatron and his Decepticons attacking the organic city, searching for AllSpark fragments, trying to keep his unruly team inline, and countless other things. Even during times of recharge, he was running scenarios and strategies that would end in their favor. But now… now… "Primus!" he cried out, frame tensing he gripped the edges of his desk hard enough to leave dents but his fans were running high as they tried to relieve the heated air from his systems as he looked down with burning optics…

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The two mechs stayed like them, frames slowly cooling down and systems resetting themselves. Slowly, Optimus pulled back as a small servo stroked his cheek ridge and he smiled at the bot it belonged to. "Are, you alright?" he asked softly.

"Should me asking you that… Optimus." Smiling up at his Prime, Bumblebee pulled him down and kissed him softly. "Don't let that aft get to you, you're a great leader and there's no one else I'd ever wanna serve under."

"Bee…" Covering his servo the red and blue Prime thanked the yellow minibot, and locating a pair of cleaning cloths gave one to him. He was aware of the black and yellow paint transfers on his own plating but didn't bring it up. Another thing he noticed was he didn't feel guilty about this; his scout offered himself and he accepted.

Bumblebee slowly stepped down from the desk, letting his panels close he looked to the desk and only then felt his cheek ridges heat up. "Um, I think you need a new desk, boss bot… and maybe a new monitor." In the grips of their pleasure dents the shape of the prime's digits warped the edges, the desktop was scratched up with faint yellow and black paint transfers, but one of the monitors was smoking as though the circuits had been fried and the screen was broken as though it had been grabbed roughly.

Optimus looked over and chuckled softly. "I'll replace them later." Suddenly feeling very tired he moved over his berth and sat down heavily, his systems warning him of a pending recharge. "I have to finish those reports…"

"You can finish them after you get some rest," the scout said even as he gently pushed his leader to lay back. He was feeling tired himself but he fought it off, watching as his commanding officer didn't fight to get up and instead slipped into recharge. He really did admire him for putting up with so much, but remembering what caused him to get so mad and frustrated in the first place made him even more pissed off.

'I think it's time someone put Sentinel in his place,' Bumblebee thought to himself. And since no one had the ball bearings to stand up to the egotistical overly-large-chinned aft, he was going to do it himself.

The canary yellow minibot found himself outside the loading ram for the SteelHaven. Sentinel still refused to believe that he couldn't catch an Earth-created virus and instead of taking Optimus' hospitality, parked the ship right here on the outskirts of the city. Well, this would work well in his favor for what he had planned. He also knew that there was no one around, the other Elite Guardsmechs were out patrolling. No one knew he was here himself but even so he had nothing to hide.

'I'm not the only bot who wants to teach this aft a lesson about manners,' he growled to himself. Stepping inside he began walking the halls, trying to remember the tour the twins had given him before. He was about to go to the main bulk of the ship where he remembered the twins would tell him how he would spend most of his time in the captain's seat, pretending to be the Magnus but as he passed by a door he paused and adjusted his audios.

"—know they're—from me!"

Bee didn't need to be a genius to know who was in the room or what he was saying; lifting his servo he pressed the panel and it opened, allowing him to step inside.

Sentinel looked up where he was angrily pacing his room only to shudder his optics, staring at the brightly colored minibot. "Bumbler? What the slag are you doing here?!" he demanded angrily.

"I want an apology from you," he said firmly. He didn't care if this bot was bigger than him, he was an aft and one way or another, the giant walking glitch was going to apologize before he left.

"Apologize? For what?"

"Besides being a slagged glitch? For insulting Optimus! You're just pissy that he's more of a mech than you could ever dream of being!" the scout snapped at him angrily, crossing the short distance between them to angrily jam his digit at his abdominal plating, just below where the protective plating for his chassis ended. "He's got enough to deal with, and you coming here when we needed you the least is not helping his oil pressure!"

Sentinel shuddered his optics before narrowing them and leaned down, feeling just a tad irritated that the minibot wasn't showing the east bit of fear as he leaned in. "Listen here, Bumbler. I don't apologize for anything. And if your Prime is so great, then he would've made sure the AllSpark didn't get smashed into a million pieces. He's a wash-out but so are you and the rest of your misfit crew."

"You better watch your glossia, aft-faceplates," Bumblebee warned lowly.

The Prime scoffed and resumed his full-height and with what could be constituted as a shove, brushed the smaller mech to the side. "Or what? Once a wash-out, always a wash-out. Another reason Optimus would never have made it as part of the Elite Guard, he needs a minibot to save his aft." Laughing at his own joke, the Prime raised his servo to open the door to his quarters but a sudden electrical charge surged throughout his systems, immobilizing him. Errors filled his HUD before his processor crashed. Optics dark, the heavy frame tilted forward and slammed his faceplates into the still closed doors. Behind him, the scowling minibot wordlessly allowed his stinger to revert back into his servo even as he continued to glared at the fallen bot.

"I warned you, slagger," he said coldly.

Systems slowly booted up and it left Sentinel with a processor ache directly from the Pitt itself. Optics onlined, revealing a world blurred and pixelated but when he tried to sit up, he found that he couldn't. His motor relays were sluggish but even so he was vaguely away that he had been tied down.

'What the slag?' Cursing at his systems to hurry up his optics cleared enough to see and he lifted his helm only to see that he was still in his own quarters aboard the SteelHaven, and he was bound to his berth. Frowning he tied pulling at one of his stabilizers but they had been bound in a way where they were forced wide apart. Looking up he saw his servos were also bound at either side of his helm. "What's going on?!" he demanded and struggled against whatever had him bound.

"I told you I'm here for an apology and I'm not going to leave until I get one."

"Huh?" Lift his helm once more, the dark blue Prime looked around his room and discovered the minibot himself leaning against the wall opposite of his berth, servos crossed over his chassis. "You-" He was ready to yell at him and demand he release him when he realized not only could he barely move, but his comm link had been disabled and he didn't have access to his Skyboom Shield or Battle Lance. His panic was increasing when he realized how trapped he was with no escape. "W-What in the Pitt did you do?! Release me now, you Bumbler or I'll make you regret ever crossing me! I'll have you thrown in prison for assaulting a Prime so fast you'll-" He never saw the minibot move or the way his servo transformed into his primary weapon but he felt the painful shock on the inside of his stabilizer, dangerously close to his array. It surprised him more than hurt but as quickly as he was shocked it stopped. "Y-You… you shocked me!"

"So, what if I did?" the scout asked coolly, looking down at him with ice cold optics.

"You pathetic little glitch! I'll-!" Another painful shock on the other side, enough to make the larger mech yelp. "You're gonna pay-" Another painful shock; every time it stopped, he would threaten the scout but the pain kept continuing. He lost track of how many times he was stung and his system was struggling to deal with the onslaught of pain overwhelming his sensors. Venting heavily, he opened his lip plates to continue yelling but he muted his vocalizer when he felt the pointed tip of the sting press right between his tinging stabilizers and he could hear the cackle of electricity charging up. The bound Prime immediately locked his jaw into place, vents stalling as he waited.

"… so you can learn something new," Bumblebee said slowly as he removed his stinger and allowed it to transform back into his servo. "I'm only going to explain this once so shut your trap and listen very closely. You are the biggest glitch I have ever had the misfortune of meeting, you insult everybot around you and you couldn't free yourself from a paper bag if your spark depended on it. You think just because you're a Prime means you can do whatever you want and treats bots as nothing more than slag." Pausing from his walk around he planted his servos on either side of his helm and leaned down to look at him. "Thanks to your yelling, I have this annoying ringing in my audio receiver, but how else is anybot gonna hear you from such a fat helm. Doesn't help that your chin could easily be mistaken for one of Cybertron's satellite moons."

"Why you little-" A painful shock struck him right where his voice box was located and the bound mech let out a staticky cry of pain.

"Every time you talk out of turn, I will sting you. Each time you threaten me, I will sting you. If you insult my team, I. Will. Sting. You. But if you really wanna piss me off, I dare you to stay something." To prove he wasn't playing around, the yellow mech up the charged for both his stingers and held them before the Prime's optics, small bursts of electricity jumping from the stingers and lighting up both their faceplates. At this charge, he really could do some serious harm to the larger mech and the way his optics grew huge, he knew it. Once more the large jaw locked shut and his entire frame went so tense, he seemed like he was in stasis lock. Bumblebee looked down at him before pulling his stingers back and smirked down at his prisoner. "Good, mech. I won't be so merciful next time. Now as I was saying, you're a lot of things but you are no Prime," he continued, stepping back from the berth to continue walking around. "You save most of your insults for Optimus because he's the bot you wish you could be. He's dedicated, he works hard, he doesn't give up, he's not the least bit afraid of an organic and sure he may not have graduated to become an Elite Guardsmech, but he's still a Prime."

Sentinel frowned and he twisted his servos where they were still bound but didn't dare say anything. Who did this minibot think he was? He was still a Prime and he was still better than Optimus! He would always be better than that-that wash out! 'Only reason he was named Prime was because Ultra Magnus is a sentimental old glitch!' he thought bitterly.

Bee slowly stopped at the foot of the berth and stared down at the Prime. "Talking to you is like talking to one of Sumdac's Disposal Drone," he muttered but his servos crossed over his chassis. "All I want is an apology and then I'll let you go. So, what do you say?"

Apologize? Him? It sounded easy enough; make up some fake apology and once he was release beat the slagger into the ground and haul him to Trypticon Prison as soon as he got back to Cybertron! Grinding his denta together he gave a slow nod and watched as the minibot smirked as though he had won. Why that little-! "You pathetic little glitch. I'm sorry that you think Optimus is worth the protometal he's made of! The only reason he was named a Prime was because Ultra Magnus is so old his processor has completely rusted over. You bots are nothing and will always be nothi-!" Whatever else he was going to say was lost in a cry of pain as the stingers struck him hard, allowing the heavy charges of electricity to shock him. Even his thick plating wasn't enough to protect the sensitive protomesh beneath.

Bumblebee was so mad, as soon as Senti-aft opened his asteroid huge mouth and insulted his teammates he just lost it. He angrily jumped onto the berth and jabbed his stinger into the gap where a stabilizer connected to the pelvic part, the pointed tip pressing into sensitive wires and cables, scorching the metal and letting the charge settle over him. "You sound like a broken data pad, Sentinel slagger!" he spat angrily at him. "No one likes you; not my team, not your own team, not even the bots left on Cybertron! You… You're the one who's nothing!" he yelled back angrily, increasing the charge. He did jump slightly when the fragger himself suddenly bucked his frame upward, causing him to fall back but before he could continue to fry the other mech Bee froze at what he was looking at.

The kind of electrical charge the scout was giving out would have hurt any other bot, the fact that he had purposely pushed the tip into the gap between metal plating, shocking the cables and wires it was suppose to protect. He knew if he wasn't careful, the minibot really could hurt the fragger. But his punishment seemed to have an opposite effect on the larger mech. The protective cod piece that hid (and protected) a bot's interface components had snapped open …

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"Ahh… f-frag… oh frag…" the minibot vented heavily, feeling a bit sated. Sitting there he looked down and saw that Sentinel had crashed hard enough to be knocked into temporary stasis. "Pathetic." Couldn't even hold out a bit longer, but he honestly didn't care at this moment. Climbing off him he once more picked up the cloth and cleaned himself off then dropped it to the floor. He was tempted to leave the slagger tied down but instead he removed the restraints and left the SteelHaven. Only tomorrow would tell if sentinel actually learned his lesson, but at least he got some payback for his insults.

'I still gotta get rid of my charge,' Bee thought to himself as he transformed and drove back to the warehouse. No matter, he could ask one of the others to help him out.

The following morning found a not-so-surprising visit from Sentinel Prime and everybot braced themselves from an outburst of how they were nothing more than mere maintenance bots. However, no one seemed to notice how tense and fidgety he seemed as he looked around the assembled teams.

"Optimus! I have something to say to you," he started, walking over to the other Prime with determination in every step.

Optimus vented deeply he watched his former friend marched up to him, not even wondering why he was upset at him this time. "Yes, Sentinel?"

"…" He looked at the red and blue mech for almost a full breem, making the rest of the Autobots shift uneasily on their peds. It looked like he was having difficulty trying to process what he wanted to say even as his servos curled into fists. "I… am… s… s…!" Primus, why was this so slagging hard!? Releasing a strong burst of air, he looked to the side but his optics caught sight of one particular mech who merely narrowed his own optics. It took everything the dark blue Prime had to ignore the command to activate his cooling fans and slowly faced Optimus once more.

"Sentinel, are you alright?"

"… I'm sorry." It was unnaturally quiet in the warehouse except for the nature documentary still commenting about the life cycle of the monarch butterfly. The silence was unnatural and Sentinel couldn't help but snap at the bots, making them jump slightly. "What? Didn't you gli-er, bots hear me?!"

"W-We heard you, but why are you apologizing?"

"Look, I still don't agree that you should have been named Prime, but so far you and your team have been able to do things no one on the Elite Guard have been able to do. You've gone against Megatron and survived, for Primus' sake!" he said loudly, trying very hard not to full-out yell. "You're—the better bot, and your team is lucky to have you as their commanding officer."

Optimus could not believe what he had just heard and thought for a klik that his audio receivers were damaged, but everything was functioning perfectly. It took a few kliks to reboot his own processor before he could even think of a response. "T-Thank you, Sentinel… but I like to think that I'm lucky enough to have a team I can also call my friends."

"Yeah, w-well, don't mention it. Ever!" Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked off; once he was gone all the bots were talking to each other in low tones, wondering what that had been about so no one noticed as one of the mechs left to go after him.

It didn't take Sentinel long to return to his quarters but once the doors were closed, he allowed his cooling fans to turn on, vented out the heated air he had trapped in his systems. Oh Primus, that had been more difficult than he had thought but seeing the threatening look that mech had given him had started a delightful charge once more. Forcing himself to his berth he laid down and offlined his optics, trailing his servo down his frame he tried to mimic what was done last night but it wasn't the same.

'Uhn! It's—not enough!' he grunted to himself, moving harder and faster but it wasn't the same. He never heard a knock on his door, didn't hear it open then close, didn't even feel the intruder climb onto his berth until he felt a servo covering his own, making his optics online in a flash.

"Wha-Bumbler?"

"Not the sincerest apology, but you did apologize," Bumblebee smirked as he continued to stroke. "I suppose you deserve a reward for that much." Sitting up he allowed him to take him, but he was the one giving out orders. Sentinel didn't care about rank or that this minibot was suspended for dropping a building on him, all he cared about was the pleasure but as he tried to reach out and grab the slender hips, to pull him down his servos were roughly pinned down.

"I didn't say you could touch me, Sentiaft," Bee hissed threateningly but it shot a surge of pleasure right to the Prime's interface system.

"Y-Yes, sir." Obediently he kept his servos off the yellow minibot and moaned as he was ridden like an equinoid, enjoying the powerful sensations.

Something was very wrong, but despite the numerous reports Ultra Magnus did not understand it. Decepticon sightings were at an all-time low, but there was a strange current in the air among the teams of both Optimus Prime and Sentinel Prime. He supposes he could call it good news that the two Primes were no longer yelling at one another like a pair of immature sparklings, but something was not right. And there was still no word about the missing cargo.

Sitting back the Magnus rubbed at his optics with his digits, setting the datapad down. 'Perhaps I should speak with the mechs one by one,' he thought to himself. But tomorrow, he was developing a processor ache right now and knew he needed to recharge and allow his systems to shut down for a few deca-cycles. Getting up from his work-station the Supreme Commander moved to the other side of the room and laid down upon his berth. No sooner had he offlined his optics was he in recharge mode. He never heard the door to his room open or close, nor did he hear the soft peds of a mech silently walking up to his berth.

'What the slag am I doing?! This is Ultra fragging Magnus!' the mech shouted to himself but he couldn't stop himself as he silently pulled himself atop the berth, moving as silently as possible. He paused when the Magnus stirred, or when his systems made a sound, but he was deep in recharge. A small servo reached out, gently tracing the Autobot Elite Guard insignia on his chassis but it began moving down, tracing transformation seams along the way. Soon the other servo joined the first and delved into gaps to stroke at tense wires and cables, a grin passing over his derma plating. The caressing moved down and the helm lowered until he was nuzzling the blue and white plating of the larger mech's pelvic plating.

The larger Autobot could not remember the last time he had a dream this good, he was always so busy the moment he was able to catch any bit of recharge was dedicated to just that, but he wasn't going to ignore it. He let out a quiet groan, frame shifting his servo reached out and brushed over smooth plating of another bot. He didn't have a designation at the moment, but there was no denying that this bot knew what they were doing. Digits reached down, tracing the invisible seams of the helm and back of the neck cables. The bot seemed much smaller than his own frame type but he let out an even louder groan. He couldn't help but jerk his hips up and stroked the back of the helm in apology when the bot let out a startled and muffled cry.

No, he didn't want this wonderful stimulation to end but as he began the wake-up cycle, he realized the pleasure wasn't fading in the slightest. He could feel the slender hips burning against his palms and the almost desperate keening cries of the bot atop of him. His servos clutched at the hips, forcing them to still and onlined his optics. It seemed to take vorns before he could see clearly but he was not expecting the bot atop of him to be the minibot scout himself.

"Bu… ah… Bumble-… -bee?" he called out to him.

"U-Ultra Magnus…" Fragging slag! He didn't mean to wake him up and he let out a low whine as he forced his own servos to stop. "I… I…" Oh fragging Pitt, he might as well just tell him. "I… I'm sorry…"

"Bumblebee… why?" He really should have gotten him to get off his lap so they could discuss this properly but his systems were still trying to fully online. The yellow mech told him about the high-grade the twins had found in the cargo bay of the SteelHaven and how the cubes had tasted different but since then he had been on a high interface drive that he couldn't stop even if he wanted. Through it all he kept apologizing but his hips tried to continued their grinding motion despite the firm grip the blue and white servos had on him.

"You, must resist it," the Magnus grunted but there was no denying how arousing it felt. He forced himself to sit up and wrapped his servos around the smaller bot, holding him tightly. The scout tensed but leaned into him, trembling slightly. "Those cubes, were hidden for a reason. They were never to be keep in the cargo bay, they… they were never meant to be consumed."

"W-What do you me-me-mean?" Bumblebee stuttered quietly, clinging to the larger mech tightly.

"… I am not completely certain, but there had been rumors that the Decepticon known as Swindle, had been creating and selling illegal energon that causes the bot who ingests it to enter an intense heat. I was taking those cubes, to be studied back on Cybertron." His servos continued to gentle stroke the trembling backplates, venting softly. He knew he should have told Optimus about the missing cubes, but then again is Sentinel had stored the cubes properly this would not have happened. He was taken from his thought process when he felt the smaller mech stop trembling, his small servos sliding around his broad frame to press against his chassis. He loosened his grip and was about to ask if he was alright but he was stunned when instead he leaned up and kissed him.

The scout wanted to ask if he and the jettwins drank the cubs then why weren't they 'facing with the others? Was it because he was a minibot and they had each other? He wanted to, but the heat demanded satisfaction and he could not say no. Kissing him was different, not in an unpleasant way but very different from the others. Nipping at his bottom derma plating he pulled back and was delighted to see his faceplates were slightly flushed, optics large and bright. "I'm still really hot… I bet, you can help me," he purred lowly, causing the both of them to moan.

Magnus would have fallen back onto his berth had he not caught himself so he was reclined but with his servos keeping him up he could only watch as the smaller mech continued to stroke. "Bum-ahh! Bumble-bee… we s-shouldn't… oh Primus… doing this," he groaned. He was embarrassed to say he was getting even more aroused even more so with the lingering aftermath of his "dream" earlier.

"No bot has to know that you're helping me with my "problem"," the scout purred, moaning deeply. "And I know you want this… we're just, helping each other out."

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The Supreme Commander was venting so hard, he knew something was wrong as he fell back, warnings now flashing in his HUD that his levels were at dangerously low levels. He was too weak to do anything even as he felt a heated frame press into him, optics glowing eerily bright. He tried to reach out to him but he barely had the energy to so much as lift a digit. He couldn't speak as the slender form once more climbed atop of him, radiating with an energy that set his own systems off. Despite being so low on fluids, his interface array was pinging in response.

Bumblebee was surprised he could remember his own designation but everything else was forgotten except for the powerful hunger he felt. He wanted more, so much more and if he had to, he would take it from this mech until there was nothing left. "Give it to me," he purred darkly as he settled himself over his lap, moaning lowly, glossia licking over his sharpened denta. "Give me… everything." He had a feeling this mech wouldn't last long, maybe another overload or two, but his processor told him of other mechs who would be willing to give him all that he craved. Oh yes… he would enjoy this very much.

Author's Note: First, I would like to apologize to everyone for such the long wait. Long story short, I had some pretty invasive surgery in October and as such not only could I not go back to work, I was limited in doing certain things and the healing was not pleasant. I couldn't focus on writing no matter how hard I tried. Then I started getting cabin fever staying home for days on end. I really wanted to have this updated by Halloween but that fell through, and here we are with Thanksgiving behind us. So again, I am sorry for such a long wait.

JazzTheTiger, I hope you like the conclusion of your request. I enjoyed the part with Sentinel only 'cuz I kinda picture him being the acting arrogant types that secretly wants to be dominated and kept rewriting the last bit with Ultra Magnus because I had no idea how to really need it but seeing your final design of incubus Bee really inspired me. I wanted to add more but the idea of leaving it as a possibly cliffhanger, seems to add more to the plot. So again, sorry for such a long wait and I really do hope you enjoy it and thank you for requesting such a large request from me :)

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