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Author's Notes: Bumblebee has been trying tell Optimus as soon as they came back to Cybertron, something very important. But no matter where they go, two simple-processed mechs interrupt their time together and manage to steal the Prime's attention from him. Well, enough is enough and Bee is gonna do something about it!

Title: Attention Hogs

Pairing: Optimus PrimexTwinsxBumblebee (Animated)

Request: IvoryS-J (AO3)

The war was over; the Decepticons were currently serving time at Trypticon Prison (including the fearsome Megatron), the AllSpark was back where it belonged, and the Autobots from Earth were being revered as heroes. Everything should have been coming out roses, as Sari once said (humans had such weird sayings) but one mech was not happy.

"Boss bot, I… I wanted to tell you something."

"You can tell me anything, Bumblebee."

"Well, I, um, that is… I… I li-"

"Optimus, sir! You is readying for flying?"

"Ah. Well, I-I suppose so-"

"Good being!" The twin Autobot seekers didn't waste any time in grabbing the larger mech's servos and pulled him away from a stunned yellow minibot, clearly excited about helping the hero of Cybertron learn how to fly better.

"B-But, Optimus! I have to tell you something!" the scout shouted after him.

"Sorry, Bumblebee, but we can talk later. I promise!" he managed to say and struggled to keep up with Jetfire and Jetstorm who were talking to him excitedly, getting the Prime to focus on them instead.

"Yeah, later… just like last time… and the time before that… and the time before that…" And just like every other time. The problem the smaller mech had was that he had been fighting his feeling for his leader for a long time, that he liked him because he treated him like he wasn't some bumbling glitch and treated him and everyone on their team fairly. Stuck on Earth he encouraged them all to get to know Earth and its inhabitants, protecting them from the Decepticons and getting them to work as a team, as a unit. When the war was finally over and they came back to Cybertron he thought that would be the end of things, that the great hero himself wouldn't have time for him but that wasn't the case. He always made time for each of them. He kept fighting his feelings but then the realization hit him as though someone had taken the magnus Hammer and struck him right in his spark chamber.

He was in love with Optimus Prime. Utterly and hopelessly in love with the red and blue mech, not because he was a Prime and not because he defeated Megatron one-on-one, or that he brought the AllSpark back to Cybertron. Bee had fallen hard for the bot because of his programming and personality circuitry inside that made him him. But that was the problem now, wasn't it? Every time they were alone and he mustered the courage to just flat out tell the Prime something came up. That something was either some random mech or femme wanting to personally thank him for stopping the Decepticons, or being interviewed for the planet to see, but lately it had been the jettwins who were more than happy to teach him how to fly as well as them. And seeing how there were no other flying Autobots around, it made logical sense.

Bumblebee immediately put a halt to that as he made his way down the street. Looking up he frowned when he realized he was home but he didn't want to sit around doing nothing. Not even playing the video games Sari gave him seemed appealing and he knew even if he commed one of the others they would be busy doing whatever. 'And they'll know something's wrong and I'm not about to tell them.' So instead he continued walking, dragging his peds.

It was joors later and the yellow bot found that his mood had not gotten any better and now, not only did his peds hurt, his tanks were rumbling. He had hoped he and Optimus could have gotten a cube of energon but then the jettwins came and stole his attention away from him.

"Attention hogs, that's what they are," he muttered under his vents as he went and sat at the farthest spot at the bar where the light was very dim. He didn't want to be bothered but no one so much as gave him another glance. That was fine by him as he crossed his servos on the bar top, refusing to look up as the bartender came up to take his order. "High grade."

"Sure you can handle it, little bot?"

Oh, he seriously was not in the mood for this! Looking at the bot from beneath his helm Bee gave him a dark, cold look that clearly showed he was not in the mood for anybot's slag. Venting himself, the mech wordlessly stepped away only to return a few kliks later with a cube of brightly colored high grade. Without thanking him the minibot immediately downed more than half of the liquid. It burned as it made its way down to his tanks, quieting the rumbles. "Keep them coming." The bartender merely gave him a look before moving away, leaving the yellow mech alone with his thought processes.

Maccadam's Old Oil House. Ratchet spoke highly of this place that Optimus had treated the team to a round when they came back to Cybertron as heroes. They had celebrated not only the war ending, but the fact that they had all survived and were back home; they nearly spent the entire solar cycle there and there were even talks about hopefully returning to Earth, possibly as ambassadors but they would need the High Council's permission.

'Prowl would certainly would want to go back. Me too for that matter,' the minibot thought to himself as he took another sip, venting softly. It wasn't the same drinking alone, but he didn't bother to comm anyone else to see if they wanted to share a drink with him, not when the one bot he wanted to spend time with was busy doing something else. Bumblebee quickly lost track of time as he sat there, drinking a few cubes of high grade that when he bothered to check his chronometer, he realized it was late and he had managed to drink almost three full cubes of high grade on his own. His tanks gave a rumble which made him frown even as he put a servo on his abdominal plating. Okay, perhaps not his best idea so maybe now was a good time to head home. Paying his tab, Bee slipped off the stool and made to leave but Primus had to be laughing at him as he ran into the last mech he wanted to see. Literally.

"Yellow Bumbler? Why is you here?"

"Jetstorm?" Oh, for Primus' sake, really? He did not need this right now! "For the last time, it's Bumblebee! And I'm here drinking, why are you here?" he snapped, dimly aware to keep his volume down.

"You is drinking? But where is green bulbous one? Or ninja cycle motor?"

"I'm drinking alone, and their designations are Bulkhead and Prowl." Was it really that hard for them to remember their designations? "And I asked what you're doing here. Last I saw you and Jetfire were gonna teach Optimus how to fly."

"Oh, we is teaching him fly good, but now he is buying energon for us," the blue-colored jet grinned as though it was a great feat. Looking behind here was Optimus alright, chatting with some mechs that immediately recognized him as soon as he entered and standing a bit too close was Jetfire, looking rather smug with himself. "We is telling him we is buying energon, but Optimus is saying he is paying. He is being most generous mech, yes?"

Bumblebee didn't hear anything the mech was saying, all he knew was because of this seeker-wannabe and his twin were taking all of Optimus' time and attention away from him. He had been trying to get them alone for the longest time, to gain the courage to tell the Prime how he felt and see if those feelings could be shared back but each and every time had been thwarted by these annoying—seekers! Why in the Pitt did they have to keep stealing his attention away like that?

"Yellow Bumbler?"

Oh, that was it! "For the last time, my designation is Bumblebee, not Yellow Bumbler you-you glitch!" Consuming high-grade on an empty tank was never a good idea, but a minibot consuming three cubes was disaster waiting to happen as the yellow scout blew up as the slightly taller mech, just shouting what was at the front most of his processor. "Second, I don't know what you two are planning but I am getting really tired of you taking his attention away from me!"

"I is not getting." Jetstorm had never seen the yellow mini look so upset and he knew that without looking back that his twin could feel the same hostility and he did not like it one bit.

"Don't give me that!" Bee snapped and reached out to jab a digit into his chassis. "Every time I wanna talk with him you two butt in and drag him off for something stupid. Only reason he even goes is because he feels sorry 'cuz you two have to work under Sentinel of all mechs!"

The blue seeker wasn't as brilliant as say Perceptor or Wheeljack, but it didn't take him long to realize who the minibot was talking about as his optics narrowed behind his visor. "Maybe reason being is Optimus sir is wanting to being us more than is being you."

"You-!" It was obviously not true but the minibot couldn't help but flinch at the remark. Derma plates pulled back into a sneer and his servos reached out and shoved at the slightly taller mech, catching him off-guard he watched him stumble back a bit. "Take that back!"

"Is being truth!"

"I said, take it back!"

"Making me!"

Everything happened so fast, a lot of bots that were at the oil house could only remember the clash of frames slamming into one another, the sight of two small mechs fighting before a yellow-orange mech joined in on the fighting. At first most of the patrons were cheering them on, placing bets on who would win but it turned worse when stray bolts of electricity shot out, scorching walls and coming close to hitting one or two of them. Bots began fleeing out the door when one of the fighting bots seemed to catch on fire. No one dared come close to any of them, fearful for their sparks, all save for the hero of Cybertron himself.

Optimus didn't hesitate as he shot out streams of fire-dampening foam over the three fighting mechs. It had the desired effect of putting out Jetfire's flames and Bumblebee's electrical stingers, but he stormed over and put himself between them, pushing them apart. "Both of you, stop it immediately!" he shouted, looking at them each in turn. He waited, braced and prepared to fight them if they showed signs of continuing but they were looking at him with large optics. "What is going on?! Are you two trying to bring Maccadam's down on all our helms?!" he said angrily. "Now, somebot want to explain what is going on?"

"He started it!"

"Primus… one at a time!" Already he could feel an ache building in his processor.

"See! All you two do is get in the way, and Optimus doesn't need your help!" the minibot shouted.

"That's not true-"

"Optimus sir is asking for helping!" the fiery seeker snapped, feeling his circuits trying to ignite despite the foam still soaking him. "We is not wrong doing!"

"Because he's too nice to say anything!"

"Listen-"

"You is being jealous he is like us better, Yellow Bumbler," Jetstorm sneered back. He was prepared this time when the scout tried lunging at him but once more the Prime stepped between them and the look in his optics made them all shrink back.

"The three of you stop this, immediately!" he snapped angrily, venting deeply as he pinched the bridge of olfactory sensor. "Just be silent, all three of you." He could hear the audible clicks as they obeyed his command and took a moment to try and compose himself. It seems to take joors before he could finally speak up but he refused to look at any of them. "You are grown mechs, not sparklings. I never would have expected this kind of behavior from any of you regardless of the reason."

"Optimus, sir-"

"I'm not finished." Silence once more and this time he allowed his servo to drop as he looked at the mechs he stood between. "I am so disappointed in you. ALL of you."

The jettwins flinched, looking down at their peds in shame and Bumblebee… he felt as though he had just gone into stasis lock. Sure, he had gotten on his friends' nerves, annoyed them to no end, did some pretty reckless and yes, admittedly stupid stunts, but not once had he ever disappointed his Prime. He opened his derma plates to say something, anything, but nothing was coming out.

"If you three had an argument, then talk about it but not in the middle of a public place and certainly not be trying to destroy everything in sight," he stressed, throwing a servo out to reveal the damages their fighting had caused. "Stop being a disgrace and act like somebot who is worthy of being part of the Autobot Elite Guard!" he snapped, knowing the words hurt the way all three flinched but he was still too upset to care. Without waiting for a response, Optimus turned and headed to where the bartender was talking to another mech and hoped he could diffuse the situation in some way.

Bumblebee felt—well, low couldn't even begin to describe it. He felt… as though Optimus had taken his spark right from his chassis and crushed it right before him. He should be on the ground, gray and permanently offlined but he was still awake, still able to feel. Was this what Starscream felt like?

"I am so disappointed in you."

He winced at the words, his servo shaking as it pressed tightly to his chassis.

"You are grown mechs, not sparklings."

But, this wasn't his fault…

"Stop being a disgrace and act like someone who is part of the Autobot Elite Guard!"

… was, that how he really saw him? As nothing more than a disgrace? His digits scratched at the emblem on his chassis but he didn't care. Optimus didn't care about him, not the way he had hoped…

"Bumbler… bee?"

His helm snapped up, optics wide as he stared at the two seekers responsible for this but not only did they look disheartened, they were looking at him in concern/pity. One of them reached out, no doubt to comfort him but he flinched and reacted by slapping the servo away.

"Haven't you two done enough?" Bee asked in a low whisper, ignoring the way his servo shook as it continued to clutch at his chassis. Looking past them, he could see Optimus was talking with the bartender and another bot he didn't recognize, probably the owner himself; he did not look happy and it just made the scout feel even worse. "You two win."

"Win?"

Turning to twins he could tell they were confused and he vented softly but it came out choked. "Yeah, win. Optimus cares more about you two then he ever did for me, I'm just a disgrace, a sparkling. Why would he want me?" One of them tried to say something but he ignored them as he turned and ran out of the bar, pushing past mechs and femmes as he ran out of the doors and down the streets, transforming as soon as he could and ignoring the traffic laws, raced home as fast as his tires could take him. They had won but it didn't mean he had to stay behind and watch them flaunt it in his faceplates.

"Brother, what is he meaning we is winning?"

"Not knowing… but Optimus sir, is very upset being." Now that brought forth a fresh wave of hurt to their sparks. They were used to be yelled and berated at, Sentinel Prime did that all the time but Optimus Prime never raised his volume at them, never called them out on their mistakes, and even thanked them when he needed help. He was good to them, and they really did enjoy being around him but now, now… sorry could not begin to make up for all the damage done. They both looked up when the Prime came up to them, still looking upset but he barely gave them a glance before moving past them and out of the Oil House himself.

"Brother… Optimus sir, is not saying byes," Jetstorm said quietly. He never left without saying anything, thanking them for their time, almost always giving them a sincere smile. This time, there was nothing. Looking at the bots that were still in the Oil House they gave their own mumbled apologies and left just as quietly. Usually once they were outside, they would transform and take to the skies, enjoying the sensations ghosting over their wings, but instead of bringing joy to their systems all it did was make them feel like they truly were not worthy of such a gift. Neither of them said nothing as they walked down the streets, helms bent low, optics dim as they reprocessed the events that led them to their situation. They walked for what felt like cycles, no set destination until they stopped and looked up at the building they were standing before.

"Brother, this is being his home being…"

"Is true being…"

"… thinking, he is home?"

"… maybe.."

"… should, be visit being?" There was a quiet moment of silence before speaking up in a soft whisper. "To, be saying sorries?"

Optics shuddered, looking at his twin before slowly turning to look up at the building, up to the floor where the bot they were thinking about currently lived. "Maybe…? But, what if, he not wanting listen to?"

"… then, we not stopping until he is hearing us." It may be a glitchy plan, but what else did they have to lose?

Being one of the heroes of Cybertron had some perks, like being given gifts of gratitude and no one making fun of you for being a minibot (at least until they realized who he was), but right now he was downing one of the several cubes of high-grade he had gifted with. Normally he didn't drink the stuff, so used to the rich oil from Earth, but right now he just wanted to forget about everything until the ache in his spark went away.

'Why… Why did I think I ever had a chance with him?' he thought to himself, slumped down on the couch in the middle of the main sitting area. 'Yeah, Optimus can be a sticker for rules, always making me do stuff I don't wanna do, and getting after me when I do something reckless, but I know that he cares about me, us, about everyone… he, always believed in us as well when no one else did.' It was easy to see how his like could easily turn into a crush, but he had always been too nervous to say anything and now… now…

"Frag it all," he muttered and downed the rest of his cube, vents seizing up when the strong fuel hit his tanks. His engine gave a slight rev, trying to deal with the sudden intake but he fought back the internal command to spew it up. Taking a moment to let his systems adjust he was prepared to open another cube but paused when he heard his door chime. He had a visitor but he was not in the mood to see anyone right now. He frowned when the visitor continued to ring the chime, making him grit his denta together.

"Alright already, stop being a slagging pain in my aft!" he shouted angrily as he forced himself to his peds and marched over to the door, slamming his servo on the panel to open the door without bothering to see who was one the other side. "What the slag do you want?!"

"Bumble… bee?"

Optics shuddered and he looked up, a look of surprise on his faceplates before quickly forming into a frown. "You two. If you're here to gloat, then get lost! You won, alright? You don't have to rub it in!"

"But, that is not why we is being here," Jetstorm said, trying to get the smaller mech to listen but the minibot refused as he stepped back, letting the door automatically close. But before it could seal shut servos reached out, holding it open. "Wait!"

"No! Let go and leave me alone!" he shouted, pushing at them but they refused to move. He didn't think about it as he let his servos transform into his battle-ready stingers, ready to sting them if it meant they left him alone but he forgot how fast they could mov even when they weren't in the air. He blinked, and in that brief astrosecond he found back in his apartment, stingers held by a pair of servos as another pair wrapped around him from behind to keep him from escaping. Whether it was the high-grade or his overwhelming emotions, he struggled to get free from them, shouted at them and cursing them, but the anger ran out of him like a bad leak and soon he found himself limp between their warm frames, his servos clutching at their plating. Optical cleansing fluids filled his optics, overflowing as they ran trails down the sides of his faceplates but no matter how many times he tried to override the command to stop, he couldn't. Closing his optics tightly he bowed his helm, pressing his forehelm to Jetfire's chassis in front of him.

"… why are you here?" he finally said after several kliks of hearing himself cry, vents hiccupping as they tried to regulate his airflow. "You both won…"

"No, you is wrong," Jetstorm said softly from behind him, servos tightening the embrace he had the scout in. "We, is never fighting for Optimus sir."

"W-What?" But, they were always taking his attention for themselves, never giving him a chance.

"Brother is right, we is liking Optimus sir, much being, but… we is not knowing we is hurting friend also," Jetfire explained quietly, reaching up to gently stroke the yellow-horned helm. "We, is not seeing yellow friend is liking red and blue Prime sir."

"… d-doesn't matter… none of it m-matters…" This time as he pushed at them, they released him and he retreated back into the living area, picking up the cube of high-grade he had opened but didn't have a chance to drink. He stared down into the brightly colored fluid, his processor still reeling from the events of today. He was dimly aware of the two lithe forms sitting on either side of him, didn't bother to fight it as the cube was taken from his servos, pasted back and forth before he picked up another. Nothing was said but the small stack of high-grade was rapidly being empties as the three mechs continued to drink their sorrows away. It wasn't until the last cube was drained dry did said mechs realize they were out. And they were very over-charged.

"Ya know… Op-Op-boss bot is a great mech. I mean it!" Bee stuttered, frowning as he tried counting the empty cubes before them, frowning when his processor kept glitching and giving him different responses. "Thought I had more…"

"Yes! Prime sir, is being hero of Cybertron!" Jetfire declared loudly, as though his vocalizer knew no limitation. "But-But… but…" He trailed off, optics shuddering as though trying to remember what he was saying. "… I is forgetting."

"He is nicest bot, not yelling even when is angry, and is not calling us not names," Jetstorm said with a slight frown. Even Sentinel Prime, er Sentinel Magnus, kept referring to them as glitches and rarely used their real designations, and he was always yelling. "He is, more nicest bot."

"Yes! That is being true!"

"Yeah… and, I bet… he's a great berthmate."

Both Autobot jets turned to stare at the minibot who was going through the empty cubes for any spare drops of high grade, frowning as he tossed the empty cubes aside. "Is saying again, Bumble-bee?"

"Aha found one!' Locating a cube that was still half-way full the yellow mech reached across the low table and eagerly took a long draught, vents releasing air with a satisfied sound. Slowly sitting back on his peds, he looked at the mechs over his shoulder. "Huh? Saying…?"

Warnings popped up in the twins HUD, needing to expel the sudden increase of heat pooling in their systems or risk overheating, but they were thinking how cute their friend look right now, faceplates flushed due to the high-grade, or the way his aft was presented to them when he leaned over the table. Was it logical to get jealous of the cube he still held in his servos when he took another sip?

"Saying… oh. I… I was just thinking…" Bee said softly as he turned his attention to the cube he still held, optics dim. "That… Optimus, is probably a—a great berthmate…" His optics dimmed a bit more and a slight smile touched his lip plates. "He's the type of mech… that'll never yell or get mad, unless you do somethin' like really glitchy but then he'll apologize and tell ya why he got so mad. He won't care what others say, but he'll listen to ya… and, in the berth… he… he'll, worship ya like Primus 'imself…" His blush grew but he didn't elaborate as he lifted the cube to his derma but didn't take a drink. Even over-charged he wasn't about to blur out what he thought of his crush's interfacing drives in the berth but his system seized when a vocalizer spoke up.

"You should be telling to Optimus sir," Jetstorm said, looking away when the yellow mech turned to look at him, his own blue-gray faceplates blushing slightly. "H-He is needing to be hearing."

"Huh?" Tell boss bot—his feelings? "But… But he called us sparklings! He's gonna think I-I'm trying to play a prank on him! And what about you two, you said… you two said, you like him, too."

The blue seeker didn't answer back but his orange twin Jetfire, who had been oddly quiet, jumped to his peds (a bit shakily) and declared in a loud tone, "Then, we is telling him how we feels for him! We is saying sorries for fight, and we is showing also feels!"

"But, we is not knowing where he staying," Jetstorm said after a few quiet kliks, earning a low moan of disappointment from his twin but both looked hopeful when the scout spoke up that he knew what the Prime lived. "You is… saying we is going, and telling of feelings? Tomorrow?"

"… why wait?" Bee slowly stood, carefully straightening and nodded to them. "Let's go and tell him. Tonight."

Night cycles on Cybertron still took some time getting used to, the almost silent hums of engines driving by and the steady steps of peds was so different from wailing sirens and the calls from the organics, but tonight Optimus found it difficult to recharge and it had nothing to do with the noise outside. After convincing the owner and bartender to not call the Elite Guards on the commotion the trio had caused, he had turned to find Bumblebee gone. The jettwins were still there but he was still so upset he found he did not possess the processing power to deal with them and wordlessly left. Whether or not they apologized he wasn't certain, but he wasn't their caretaker. He had tried comming the yellow mech but Bumblebee had blocked his frequency. That had hurt but he passed it off as the scout just being upset and he would try again in the morning. But now he found himself unable to sleep, tossing and shifting in his berth that he gave up and settled for reading a historical data pad. It took him a few breems to realize he was reading the same line without truly reading it and vented to himself, lowering the data pad to rub at his optics.

'I thought Bumblebee was friends with Jetfire and Jetstorm, they got along well enough on Earth. And he never insulted them like that, but why do I feel like I'm not getting all the details?' That had been nagging at him for the longest time. He had to admit that he hadn't been able to spend as much time with the out-spoken minibot since they came back to Cybertron, and he knew he had been trying to tell him something for the longest time, but if he wanted to improve his training with his modified jetpack then he was willing to accept any and all training Jetfire and Jetstorm were willing to offer him. Was that why Bee had gotten so mad? He hadn't meant to ignore him but something still didn't feel right. 'I'll ask him tomorrow and find out what he's been trying to tell me.' He picked up the data pad once more but after reading for a few breems he was in a deep recharge. He never heard the sound of slightly overcharged vocalizers outside his apartment, never heard as someone tried inputting the access code repeatedly before the code was entered successfully and the door slid open.

"See! T-Told ya I knew his-his code!" the yellow mech said and tried to lean against the doorframe only to miss and stumble inside. Failing his servos, he tripped over his own peds and landed with a muffled crash on his faceplates, aft in the air. "… ow."

"B-Bee!" Jetfire tried to ask the minibot if he was alright but instead, he stared at the other mech's aft. A pleasant heat was once more running through his systems, reminding him of the pleasurable view from earlier. It would be so easy to continue where they had left off but he watched as his twin moved forward and helped the smaller mech up. "We is inside. Now what?"

"W-We go find boss bot and… and…" He blinked and looked at them. "... I forgot."

"We is, telling Optimus sir, why we is fighting before," Jetstorm said slowly, trying to remember why they had come here instead of comming the Prime. "We is, is telling him we is like liking him. Yes?"

"Yes!" The twins shushed the minibot who immediately slapped his servos over his mouth plates, all of them tense and silent but the quarters were quiet. Blinking, Bumblebee looked around though he was careful not to trip over his own peds again. "Optimus?" he called out, entering the apartment but even though he had visited here before, in his drunken state his processor was running sluggishly. The twins followed after him, looking around in surprise that they were in the Prime's home. They almost lost track of the yellow mech until they saw him stumble into a room.

"Boss bot!"

Optimus felt his systems boot up with a start, immediately sitting up as battle protocols onlined when he felt something climb atop of him but when his optics managed to focus on the flushed faceplates leaning in close, he froze. His systems immediately recognized the mech not as an enemy and his systems shut down but he was still surprised—and very confused. "B-Bumblebee? What-"

"Optimus, sir!" A blue-gray and a yellow-orange blur pounced and before he knew it, the Prime found himself pinned to his berth by three very warm frames. Having found their crush and enjoying the warmth his frame was radiating, they pressed in close, engines rumbling in content.

Prime would be lying if he said he wasn't blushing, or that it didn't feel good to have their frames pressing into his, and he wanted to reach out and touch them but his servos were pinned by said seekers, and a slightly more compact frame nuzzling at his chassis. His HUD was already filling up with warnings about his internal temperature gauge being too high and they needed to open his vents, but he overrode the commands and cut the power to his own engine before it could respond to other three. "Ahh mechs, wha-what are you doing?" he forced himself to ask, trying to sit up despite the two slender bots clinging to her arms but he stopped when the horned helm looked up and he found himself staring into dark blue optics set in an flushed (and cute) faceplates. "Bumbl-"

"I-I hafta say somethin' and… and I hafta say it now," the minibot said, digits resting on his chassis, trying to get his processor to focus on what he was trying to say instead of the warm frame he was still straddling. "I-I'm sorry! For the fight, I mean!"

"We is sorries, also!" Jetfire purred from the Prime's right side, his frame vibrating as he pressed in as close as he could.

"Yes, we is fighting no mores," Jetstorm said with a slow nod, his attention wavering as he stroked at the larger mech's plating, digits occasionally stroking seams. If he noticed the way the Prime trembled under his touch, he said nothing.

"Yea… we're really sorry for fighting. But, I'm not sorry for this." Without warning he leaned up and clumsily, pressed their lip plates into a kiss. Bee wasn't sure what to expect, but his frame seemed to know what to do as he continued to kiss his commanding officer, yellow digits tentively stroking the broad chassis, letting his optics offline to enjoy the sensations better.

More words were said but it was quickly lost as the three smaller bots showed how much the famed Hero of Cybertron truly meant to them and how much they wanted him. Optimus in turned showed them how much he cared for them, his touch soft and gentle as though afraid of hurting them. Together they managed to connect to one another intimately and rode out a blissful overload together. No one moved, processors still reeling from the sensory overload, joints having locked up, frames desperately trying to cool down but eventually, they were able to move but only long enough to drape themselves over one another. Or rather, over the exhausted Prime who wordlessly pulled them close. The twins pressed up against either side of him as they had done before, stealing soft kisses and licking lubricant from his lips, threw their servos over the minibot who curled atop the broad chassis, listening to the soft purring their engines made together. As energetic as the twins were, they were the first to drift into recharge, eager for another bound of getting to know their new lovers more intimately once they were rested and refueled. Bumblebee could feel himself ready to drift off but the servo affectionally stroking the back of his helm was still moving.

"… boss bot?"

"Hmm?"

"What I said earlier… I meant it."

"… what part?"

"Everything." There was a soft rumble under his audio but he knew the Prime was chuckling softly. He smiled and snuggled in closer, letting his optics offline. He thought he heard something but he couldn't process it clearly as he felt his recharge cycle start up, but he could swear he heard his Prime whispering that he loved them, he loved him.

Love you, too, boss bot.

Author's Notes: I am so sorry this took forever, I really am. I had the idea for the longest time but typing it out was becoming so much of a hassle, it felt like a job. I just came back from a vacation from work (lord did I need it!) and I feel like my batteries are kinda recharged, but most importantly I felt like I had some of my creativity back. My original goal was to have more chapters ready to be uploaded but right now I'm just thankful I was finally able to finish this one.

IvoryS-J, you asked for a foursome between Bee, the jettwins, and Optimus. Well, I hope I gave you what you asked for. I can see the fight between them fighting for Optimus' attention, I mean he's a sweet mech, but he's kinda oblivious at times as well. I will admit, I ran through several scenarios oh how the sex would work but in the long run I like it. They each get a chance to get some sexual gratification as well as getting to know each other as well. So, enjoy!

Please let me know what you think in a review/comment listed below. See you in the next chapter! Hopefully soon!

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