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Author's Notes: Prowl thought everything was perfect, but when Bumblebee tells him about another mech who's been hitting on him, he isn't sure what to think. Things get more complicated when Bee admits he's been fantasizing about the other mech.

Title: Adding a Third

Pairing: Prowl/Bumblebee/Longarm (Animated)

Request: Kim Jongdok (AO3)

Patience is a virtue. It was a concept that the Cyber Ninja was familiar with, something he tried teaching his team, but he never expected much to come of it. Then again, he never expected to fall in love and have a sparkmate, but he did and he loved the yellow mech with all his spark.

Bumblebee was like a sun that lit up his darkness, the one bot he would do anything for, who gave him a sense of purpose he never thought he would ever find. Yes, he was loud, quick to act, and prone to acting like a sparkling, but he knew when the ninja needed to stop shunning away from others, to stop comparing everybot he met to his late mentor, and to relax more. Their relationship was far from perfect, but it was clear the minibot cared for him, and he cared a great deal for him as well. But lately he had noticed a change with his beloved.

For a while Prowl didn't let it bother him, merely accepting it for whatever it was and letting Bumblebee know he was willing to listen if he had anything to say but cycles passed and nothing was said. There would be moments where it looked like the yellow mech wanted to say something but then he would stop. Prowl tried not to let it affect their relationship, but it was causing him to worry.

It was an off-cycle for them and the two mechs were happy to be sharing it together even if it meant staying home and do nothing. Prowl was laying along the length of their couch, reading a data pad even as he slowly stroked the backplates of a yellow compact frame laying atop of him. The only noise in their simple apartment was the silent hum of their engines, the noise of the cityscape outside their windows may as well be worlds away and the two didn't care. The ninja was tempted to enter stand-by and follow his lover into a brief recharge but his audio receivers picked up a quiet but long vent of air. He thought nothing of it but when the smaller frame began to slightly fidget, he knew something was wrong. He lowered his data pad down and looked down at his sparkmate.

"Is everything alright, Bumblebee?" he asked quietly.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Just, trying to get comfortable," he said quietly, shifting a bit so he was cradled between his lover's lower stabilizers and his servos were wrapped around him in a loose embrace, his helm resting on his gold trimmed chassis but after a few kliks the minibot released another vent of air and shifted again. He felt the servo stroking his backplates pause and let his optics dim slightly. "Sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for." Prowl set his data pad off to the side and wrapped both servos around his smaller lover in his embrace, stroking his plating and projecting a soothing EM field. "I know something is wrong and has been wrong for a while, but you haven't said anything and I did not want to be invasive."

Bee blinked and resisted to look up at him, burying his faceplates into the ninja's chassis, curling up in his embrace as though trying to hide. "It's nothing…" he murmured quietly, trying not to let it bother him but it refused to be forgotten. "And, even if it was something, I didn't want you to get mad or think this was my fault." He loved his uptight ninja and sure, they would argue sometimes and he would yell at him or annoy the slag outta him but that didn't change how he felt.

He could almost taste the tension in his lover's field even as the lean mech hugged the smaller frame tighter, one of his servos coming up to stroke the back of the brightly colored helm tenderly. "You can tell me anything, Bumblebee. But if it makes you feel better, I promise not to become angry at you," he said calmly.

"… okay." Without looking up, Bumblebee explained that a new transfer had been invited him out for fuel during their shifts together, usually with some other bots they worked with but the last several times it had just been the two of them and the mech had found reason to either touch him or wrap a servo around him, once he had even hugged him. "I told him I had a sparkmate but he said that didn't matter."

"I see, but I sense there is something more that appears to be troubling you if you felt like you couldn't talk to me about it." Once more the frame went tense and Prowl could feel the nervousness increase. Slowly sliding his servo around, he gently tilted Bumblebee's helm up to look up at him. "Please, talk to me."

"… Re-Remember that party I was invited to, the one that you couldn't go with me, like several cycles ago?"

"I remember."

"I… I think, I kinda had too much high-grade but I remember dancing with Longarm and the next thing I know, he has me pinned to the wall and he's—kissing me. But, I-I was kissing him back." Bee didn't have to see his lover's optics to know they were wide-open, even as he scrambled to sit up the warm servos fell away, leaving him feeling cold and alone. "I-I stopped him before anything else could happen! I mean, he was touching me but I pushed him away and I came straight home! I even avoid him but he stopped me after shift and apologized and I told him that I loved you and he said he knew but he couldn't help himself but then he said I was kissing him back. I-I told him I had too much high-grade and that it wasn't fair but then he got quiet and-and-and he kissed me again and now I can't stop thinking about him. I-I'm sorry!"

"Calm down-"

"-I never wanted to kiss him, it-it just happened and I'm really sorry!"

"Bumblebee-"

"-I never wanted to hurt you and I was afraid to tell you about it."

"Listen-"

"I love you-!" The minibot was nearly in tears so he missed it when his ninja sat up, wrapped his servos around him and pulled him into his chassis, locking him in a tight embrace. It took an astrosecond before his own yellow servos wrapped around him just as tightly, hiding his faceplates away from him. "… 'm sorry…"

"You did nothing wrong, Bee. I'm sorry you felt as though you couldn't talk to me about this to begin with," the ninja said softly, rubbing his servos over his lover's frame calmly, trying to sooth his trembling. He would be lying if he didn't admit that he knew his sparkmate had admirers, having noticed the way other bots looked at him with more than a passing glance. The mech in question he had meet only briefly, and while he had been polite, he always had a feeling that he didn't like it when the ninja would hug the minibot in greeting, or hold him when he leaned into him, as though he was not allowed to.

"But… I'm with you, so why am I thinking about another mech?" Bumblebee mumbled quietly, absently stroking a transformation seam on his lover's side, trying to get the scattered data running through his processor under some sort of control.

"I can't stop you from thinking about other mechs, and he was the one that started it, not you-"

"But I kissed him-"

"I understand, but you also stopped it before anything else can happen." Prowl did not like repeating himself, but he knew Bumblebee needed to be reassured that he was not in trouble and that he was not angry at him, but his processor was also running over the things not said. Longarm clearly had an attraction to the minibot, even knowing that he was bonded to another, and he clearly had no problem in showing him his intentions, but he could also detect just a hint of desire over the bond and it made him pause for a klik. "Bumblebee… what do you want?"

Bright blue optics shuddered, yellow plating clamping down protectively, and servos stopped their gently caresses. For several long kliks, the bot said nothing but the servos holding him didn't release him, even when he tried pulling away. This was the question he was dreading and while he could lie to other right to their faceplates, he could not do so to the ninja. Venting deeply, he mumbled his response in a rush of words, feeling a heat beginning to spread over his faceplates. So lost in his own processor, he blinked as a digit found its way under his chin and had him looking up at his ninja's ice-blue optics he always had hidden behind his visor. "I… I, wanted to… wanted to know what… it f-felt like, to… to… 'face with 'im…" he whispered so quietly, he wasn't sure it was his vocalizer speaking.

"… I see. And, what else have you been thinking of? How his servos would feel touching your frame? To feel the heat of his frame against yours? The vibrations from his engine passing into you?" Prowl should be feeling upset, maybe even hurt and betrayed, but instead he could feel a heat beginning to grow within his own circuitry, imaging what this other mech would do if he had the open opportunity to touch his minibot how he truly wanted. "Am I correct?"

"P-Prowl…" What in the Pitt had gotten into him? Bee was expecting him to get mad, sad, even quiet and anti-social but not this! The smaller mech gasped as he was pushed back until he was laying back on their couch, arching into the heated touches as nimble digits stroked his compact frame, tracing seams and sliding beneath flared plating to stroke and tease the sensitive wires hidden underneath. The heat was growing, sending his internal temperature well into the triple digits but he could also feel his lover's frame heating up as well. "Y-You, You're getting off—at this?" he managed to ask before letting out a whimpering moan as one of his hot spots was caressed and rubbed at, frame twitching for more.

"Maybe… although, I don't enjoy the idea of anybot else seeing you like this, getting charged up, your frame begging for more, no doubt eager for something much more—intense." At this Prowl rubbed their panels together in a slow grind, the heated metal causing a delicious friction he smirked at the yellow plate immediately snapped open and he felt hot lubricant spilling out. "Someone is being eager."

"Y-You started it!" His faceplates were so hot, he swore he could feel something beginning to melt but as he reached out to pull his ninja closer he was denied and his servos were pinned above his helm and the hips pressing into his pulled back, catching one of his stabilizers before they could try to lock around him. "Prowl! Don't stop now!"

"I don't enjoy the idea of sharing you with anyone like this, Bumblebee. And I cannot stop you from thinking about other bots. But I know you would never do something to hurt me intentionally, and I would do anything to make you happy… that is why, I will think about it," the ninja explained calmly, leaning down so their chassis were brushing against each other's, derma plating nearly touching as optics stared deeply into one another's. "Understand?"

"Y-Yeah…" Before he could pull back, Bumblebee lifted his helm and caught Prowl in a surprised kiss, glossia flicking against his before the shock wore off and the kiss deepened. He knew his lover didn't have to agree to this, he could've said no and Bee wouldn't have cared, but the fact that he was willing to even entertain this little fantasy of his, well, he was willing to do anything his ninja said, no questions asked. "I love you, Prowler. Now hurry up and frag me!"

"I love you, my precious Bee. And gladly."

Longarm was still trying to process the data in a vain hope of containing his rising charge, but instead it was having the opposite reaction so he quickly stopped. When the object of his desires wanted to talk with him he thought nothing of it, trying not to think back to the way his smaller frame felt against his when he pressed him into the wall, the mixed taste of high-grade and his sweet oral fluids as they kissed, the vibrations of their engines hummed as he began lifting those slender stabilizers to wrap around his waist-

'Clearly this will be more difficult that I believe it to be,' he told himself as he immediately stopped the bit of data from crossing his processor. But the fact of the matter was that Bumblebee had asked him to come over to his apartment that evening to refuel. Pleased, he agreed and the minibot sent the address, he neglected to ask if the Cyber Ninja would be there. But right now, it did not matter as he was not going to waste this evening.

In said apartment, the smaller mech was making sure everything was picked up for their guest but he was still nervous about it. He was excited, but more nervous than anything. Prowl was running late but each time he asked if he was certain he wanted to do this he kept telling him yes. He had even decided on the rules for tonight and Bee agreed to them as well. He paused as he frowned and touched his chassis, feeling his spark give another nervous pulse.

'I'm not gonna bond with him, I love Prowl and nothing is gonna change that.' He didn't know why he felt as though he had to keep telling himself that, he had nothing to prove. But… 'This was a bad idea. Maybe, I can call it off.' The chime for the door went off and Bumblebee was so glad his ninja bot wasn't home to hear him let out a staticky cry in fright. 'Too late. Here goes nothing.' Venting deeply, Bee went to the door and smiled as he greeted the mech on the other side. "Hi Longarm, thanks for coming over."

"Hello Bumblebee, thank you for inviting me," the blue-gray mech said with a smile, nodding to him. Entering the apartment, he took little notice of it, trying very hard not to stare at the yellow mech as he closed the door and moved around him, leading him deeper into the main sitting area. "Is the Cyber Ninja here?"

"No, said he had to do something so he's gonna be late," Bee answered as he moved to where the energon dispenser stood. "Wanna cube?"

"Yes, thank you." Already his processor was supplying what they would be doing. But as much as the data warmed his circuitry, he knew he had to go about this carefully. The two ended up talking about their job and coworkers, even sharing stories about themselves before they meet though Longarm let Bumblebee do most of the talking.

"… and Bulkhead, ends up getting his wrecking ball stuck! Took all of us to get it and that was after soaking his entire upper stabilizer in oil!" Bee giggled as he sat back, taking a long drink from his cube. "We ended up making a bigger mess but it finally popped right out!"

"I bet your friend was more than relieved to have it back," the taller mech said but he was imaging the little bot dripping in oil, looking unbelievable innocent yet sexy at the same time. Taking his own sip, he continued watching the smaller mech, wanting to do more but opportunity came to him as he reached out and swiped a digit at the corner of slightly parted lip plates.

The gesture was unexpected, causing Bumblebee to stop chatting. "Longarm, what…?"

"You had some energon on your derma, I was just wiping it away," he said calmly. Still looking at him, he lifted said digit up and licked it clean, smirking internally as he watched the cute faceplates heat up with a blush. "It appears I missed another spot." Without giving the smaller bot a chance, Longarm leaned forward and kissed him. He was prepared for the struggle, for him to pull back, but he was expecting him to kiss him back a bit shyly, or the way his servos hesitantly reached out to rest on his chassis. The logically part of his processor warned him to take it slow, to not scare off the minibot that he had done twice already, but the heat running through his frame wanted him and to the Pitt with everything else.

"Mph!" Yellow servos immediately clung to the other frame as Bee suddenly found being pinned back against the couch's padding, tensing even as his frame continued to heat up. Digits traced his seams but instead of his plates flaring open, they remained tightly sealed. This was similar to what his ninja bot did to him earlier, and he remembered how much he had enjoyed it, but this wasn't his Prowler. His doubts were doubling even more and his spark was pulsing erratically in his chassis. Part of him wanted to call this game off, that this was a bad idea even as the kiss deepened, a quiet moan escaping as a servo slid up the inside of his stabilizer, a digit stroking his panel firmly. Oh Primus, so close…!

The front door chimed as it opened and a weary Cyber Ninja entered the apartment, looking as tired as he felt. "Bumblebee, I'm home," he called out, slowly making his way to the main living area just in time to watch as a blue-gray mech look up at him where he had been leaning over his brightly colored sparkmate, who was venting deeply. He wasn't sure what to say but his servos immediately closed around the smaller frame as it pressed into his tightly.

"You're home! I-I mean, welcome home!" Even to his own audios that felt unnecessarily loud but Bee was trying very hard not to glitch out. "I'm glad you're home. How did everything go? Want some energon?"

"It was fine and yes, but in a moment." Running a servo soothingly down Bee's backplates, Prowl walked deeper into the room and watched as the other mech slowly stood. He stopped before him, feeling Bee tense slightly even as he made the quick introduction to one another.

"It's nice to finally meet you; in fact, Bumblebee is constantly talking about you."

"The feeling is mutual. Bumblebee has told me a lot about you, Longarm. As well as mentioning your advances on him even after he told you about having a sparkmate."

"… It would illogical to lie, considering what you saw when you came home, but I assume that is one of the reasons I was invited to come over."

"Kinda," Bee murmured quietly, looking up at the ninja. Nothing was said aloud but Prowl gave a slow nod and pressed a kiss to Bee's forehelm, giving him a brief but tight embrace as he excused himself and moved over to the energon dispenser to get himself some fuel. "Longarm, I invited you over to say that I-I've been having these fantasies about you, ever since you first kissed me. I told Prowl and he, agreed to this thing between us."

Was he hearing him correctly? Was this a-a prank? Were they trying to get him to confess that he was trying to claim the minibot? "What does that mean?"

"It means that just for tonight, Bumblebee will welcome your advances and there will be no consequences from anybot. Including myself," Prowl said calmly.

Now this really did feel like a trap, but what would the two gain from this? The intelligence officer quickly brought up the odds only to find them in his favor. He shuddered his optics and looked down at the smaller mech who had been plaguing his processor for cycles, his servo gently touching his upper stabilizer and looking up at him in concern.

"Longarm, you okay? You went, kinda quiet right now."

"I'm fine. In fact, I'm more than fine." Reaching up he took the yellow servo into his own and squeezing it, he gave it a tug and pulled the smaller bot closer, letting him slip his other servo around him. "I never had an audience before, but I suppose there's a first for everything." He leaned down and once more kissed the yellow mech, easily dominating the kiss and letting his glossia slip inside to taste him some more.

Prowl paused with his cube almost to his lip plates, watching as his lover was being kissed by another mech. Had he seen this happen before no doubt he would have pulled the mech off and caused him serious harm. Even now he was fighting the urge to attack him, but he focused on his Bumblebee just in case he didn't want to go through with this. He seemed unsure right now, not kissing back but that didn't stop Longarm in the slightest as his servos began caressing the smaller frame, digits grabbing at bright plating, pulling him closer. The ninja didn't like it, so why was his frame heating up?

Digits tighten over the energon's container, threatening to break the durable material as dark servos continued stroking the yellow plating, listening to the soft sounds coming from the smaller bot as he lifted his servos and began to (hesitantly) return the same caresses. Once more the urge to throw the strange mech off was there, to pull his smaller lover close to his own frame, to touch him the way he knew he enjoyed being touched-

"Mmph!" Yellow servos came up and pushed the taller mech off, cooling fans running loudly as Bee glared at the other mech. "Watch the servos!" he growled out despite the heavy blush spreading over his faceplates.

"You have a cute aft, and now that I'm able to touch it I can't stop," Longarm smirked, now using both servos to caress and stroke the smooth, brightly colored plating. He risked a glance up at the ninja but he was still watching them rather intently over the brim of his still mostly full cube. Lowering his helm, he whispered against the smaller bot's audio receiver, "I think, I know how to make it up to you."

It was difficult to suppress the thrill of pleasure racing through his circuits at the heated whisper, even as he looked off slightly to the side, and it was almost impossible to stop the small moans from escaping as the derma plating and glossia teased as the cabling in his neck. Bumblebee couldn't help but grip Longarm's plating as his cables and wires were licked and nipped at, sensors onlining so fast it briefly overwhelmed his processor. Soft blue optics began to darken to a rich navy blue as small servos slowly slid up to grip the taller mech's pauldrons, vents slightly hitching as the gray helm moved lower, glossia tracing the edge of his clavicle seam only to continue moving lower, servos stroking his pelvic plating and gently nudging him backwards. Digits began to tighten as he felt the back of his stabilizers hit something, causing him to begin falling and optics onlined immediately, Bee found himself looking at Prowl. His HUD warned him of a sudden increase in temperature even though his vents were open and his cooling fans were running on high, but he dismissed them. He wanted to say something, anything, but the feel of a wet glossia lapping at his panel suddenly made him release a small cry. "...!" His servo immediately slammed over his lip plates, embarrassed that the sound came from him.

"Mmm aren't you going to open up, Bumblebee?" the blue gray mech hummed as he continued to kiss and lick at the burning hot panel, servos stroking the slender stabilizers as he slowly pushed them up and apart. Glancing up he couldn't see he minibot's optics, but the sweet scent of his arousal was there, he just needed to get him to open up for him. "What if, I do this?" Pressing his lip plates to the nearest miniscule seam as close as he could, he sucked at it in earnest, moaning lowly as the faint taste of lubricant teased the taste sensors on his glossia.

The ninja's digits closed even tighter over the cube, coming close to breaking it but as much as he did not like what he was seeing, he was unable to look away. He enjoyed the sounds his Bee made when they were together, from the breathless whimpers he let out when his sensors were ever so lightly caressed to the way his vocalizer seized up when he cried out in overload to the sound of his designation being moaned/growled. No one deserved the right to hear him now in the throes of passion. Calmly he set the empty cube down and made his way to the pair, giving the slightly taller and broader mech a glance before turning his attention to his trembling sparkmate.

Bumblebee was trembling so hard his plating was rattling, condensation made his coloring shine like a star, stabilizers twitching where they were being held open wide, a servo clamped tightly over his derma plating as the other gripped the thick padding of the couch. Another low moan from Longarm had the minibot muffling his cry of pleasure even as he curled forward as much as he could. Prowl knew what he wanted, what he needed; moving as silently as only one who trained in the art of metallikato could do, he managed to sit behind his sparkmate, pulling his more compact frame onto his lap. He ignored the dark look Longarm gave him as the minibot was pulled away from him, wanting to say something but kept quiet instead.

Deep, navy blue optics tried to focus as the assault on his panel stopped, leaving him relieved/frustrated but he was aware of a very familiar frame against his backplates, servos stroking the tremors from his frame. He didn't need to look behind him as the mech in question wordlessly took the servo covering his lip plates off, instead he let their digits interlock and tilted his helm back, reaching up with his other servo to caress his bonded's faceplates. "Prowl…"

"Bumblebee." It would be so easy to stop this fantasy of his, to tell the other mech to leave and give his small lover all the pleasure he wanted, but he had promised him this evening. "Do you still want to continue?" he asked softly, speaking quietly but knowing that the other mech was listening in as well.

The minibot answered by arching back into his ninja, squeezing his servo tightly and trying to bring it down to his panel but couldn't. He whimpered softly, moaning lowly for the pleasure to continue the words were just barely able to penetrate the thick static his processor was wrapped in static. "Y-Yeah… wanna… wanna finish…" Hips bucked up into the air, desperate for more friction.

"Shall I continue then?" Longarm purred, servos eagerly kneading the stabilizers once more, the tips of his digits digging into the gap where they connected to stroke and pluck wires hidden deeply lowering his helm to continue where he left off but once more he was stopped and once more it took all he had not to growl at the other mech. "Yes?"

Prowl didn't give any indication at the hissed response as he hugged the withering yellow frame against his own even tighter. "The only reason I agreed to this was that Bumblebee would agree to do anything I would tell him. If you wish to continue, then you must agree to the same."

Pale blue optics narrowed, servos going still despite the way the owner letting out such needy little whimpers. "And how do I know you won't order me to do something I may not agree with?" He doubted the Cyber Ninja would abuse the power he held right now, even if this was merely a game of sorts, but he could also see where many other bots would believe that a small moment of power could go straight to their processors.

"My orders only extend for the duration of Bumblebee's fantasy, and only for this reason. If you refuse, then you are done and I will personally escort out of our living quarters. Regardless of whether or not you wish to continue, you will cease any and all inappropriate actions to Bumblebee that he does not want, or I will be very displeased."

Longarm didn't need to read between the lines to understand what the slender mech was saying, but now he was torn. Was interfacing with the minibot really worth submitting himself to the other mech? Granted, this was merely about interfacing and nothing else, but he didn't even remotely like the data of having another order him about like some drone. But his glossia was still tingling where he had managed to taste the sweet lubricant, how his spike was threatening to break open his own panel in search of relief, and the minibot would not stop withering or arching into the air, begging for more. He found himself nodding even as he verbally answered, "I agree." He watched as the ninja lowered his helm and despite trying to listen in, could not make out what he told the minibot but less than a klik later the protective panel slid open with a snap.

Too much! No, not enough! More friction! More stimuli! More! Bumblebee was so confused, even his own systems didn't know he just wanted more of it! He was slowly losing himself in the pleasure, enjoying the sensations from both mechs, whimpering as he begged for more, pleading with them to stop teasing but the two refused and actually began slowing down. He tried shifting his hips, tried to get them to continue, but when they stopped his felt any self-control he had break and screamed out to them, "Fragging Pitt—you two, make me overload or I'll do it my slagging self! Please!" Neither of them said anything and for a panicked klik, he thought he had royally slagged them off, but soon he got his wish and voiced his pleasure loud enough for all of Cybertron to hear as he was worked so hard and fast, his overload tore through him like a powerful electromagnetic storm. Plating buckled under his unyielding grip as his systems went through the automatic response, the aftermath of pleasure so intense, so strong, a final warning of an impending crash was all it took as the yellow mech went offline, frame going limp.

Longarm cradled the smaller mech when he suddenly went strutless against him, venting heavily himself. His processor threatened to send him offline as well but he rerouted some of the charge elsewhere, staving off the urge to recharge until he was back at his living quarters. He said nothing as the ninja pulled himself out, the wet sound of his interface panel sliding close, nor did he fight him as he slowly withdrew the deeply recharging minibot off his chassis.

"He lasted much longer than I anticipated," he said, wiping the mess from his chassis as much as he could, but looked up as a cleaning cloth was tossed to his side.

"I trust you know where the door is, and I trust you will keep your promise not to mention this to anybot, nor will you bother Bumblebee with your unwanted advances," Prowl said firmly as he calmly lifted his bonded to his chassis.

"… As agreed. Although, Bumblebee appeared to be enjoying it, who's to say he won't be the one to approach me next time." There was a dangerous tension in the air and for a moment, he thought the ninja would actually strike at him but instead he left the living area and retreated to the berthroom in the back. Venting deeply, the mech wiped himself down and let his own panel slid close, but he subspaced the cleaning cloth. He knew better than to overstay his welcome as he slowly got to his peds and left, but he knew as soon as he got home, he was going to reviewing the vid of the sweet minibot repeatedly. 'You may have him now, but I can be a very patient mech.'

As soon as Prowl entered the berthroom he wordlessly settled his sparkmate on their berth, making sure he was alright before leaving momentarily only to return and take extraordinary care in cleaning up his array and plating, being careful with his over sensitivity before cleaning himself up. Once that was done, the ninja climbed onto the berth and pulled the smaller bot into his stabilizers. Bee let out a soft murmur as he leaned into the warm frame, slipping one of his stabilizers between his. But the slender mech could not enter recharge as readily as he would have liked.

He knew Bumblebee was attractive, it was one of the many things that had him falling for him, and he knew he would have to deal with admirers, but to go this far? Longarm was a completely unknown mech and with his duties, he could no doubt find his way around their agreement. Then again, he could have very well said no to this, should have denied his lover this mere fantasy, but that wasn't the problem.

'What if, this was no mere fantasy? What if, he truly harbors feelings for that other mech? Would he prefer to be with somebot who doesn't shun away from other? Somebot, who is obviously encouraging of public displays of affection? Somebot, not so rigid and unyielding? Somebot—not like me?' It hurt if that were true, but he didn't dare ask Bee that even if he desperately wanted to know the answer. Lost in his processor, he failed to realize his sparkmate had been woken from his recharge by the worried pulses coming from the bond in his spark.

"Mmm… Prowl…?" Optics flickered on but they were still very dim. His movements slow but enough that he was able to tilt his helm back just enough to face his lover. "Ya okay?"

"I'm fine, Bumblebee, though I should be asking you that," he smiled down at him, stroking his backstrut lovingly. "How do you feel?"

"Drained." His systems were reading low energon reserves as well as needing a good recharge cycle but he pushed them aside for the moment. "Longarm ain't perfect, ya know. He tends to be kinda an aft, acting like he's better than everybot else. He's always agreeing to whatever our boss says, ya know, the one with a meteor on his faceplates? An' he always has his servos on me, even when I tell him to knock it off. I really don't think he has any friends… no bot likes him."

"… why are you telling me this?"

"'Cuz, ninja bot." Ignoring the warnings, Bee slowly lifted him up so he was perched on his lover's chassis and closed the short distance to kiss him softly, lip plates sliding against each other's as he projected love, warm, and sheer happiness through their bond, smiling when he heard him vent softly. "He's not you, and he'll never be you. I bonded with you, and nothing will ever change that. So, thanks for putting up with this silly fantasy of mine."

"Bee…" Sliding his servo to the side of his helm, Prowl pulled him down for another kiss, sending back love, adoration, and joy over their bond himself. Once more his servos wrapped around the yellow frame as it made itself comfortable on his chassis, listening as their systems began to slow down to enter a recharge cycle. But just before he entered sleep-mode he heard his lover murmur something. "What was that?"

"Th' way 'you were watchin' me earlier… then, tellin' us what to do… I, kinda liked it…" There was an almost shy blush on the innocent looking faceplates as Bumblebee felt himself slipping into a blissful recharge once more. "Wouldn't mind… doin' tha' again… jus' you…"

"… I'll think about it, my Bee…"

Author's Notes: FINALLY! (lays on floor) Okay my fellow and totally awesome reviewers, thank you all so much for putting up with me and my procrastination! I really meant to have this chapter out much MUCH sooner but life kinda got in the way. Didn't help that I was kinda conflicted on how to go about writing what I wanted, like I knew what I wanted, but I just could not seem to get the ideas/imagery from my brain down on paper. Is there a word for that?

Anyway, to my dear Kim Jongdok, I hope you enjoyed your threesome between Prowl, Bumblebee and Longarm. It was hard to stay within Longarm's mindset but I think I was kinda successful? ^^

Next chapter: CliffjumperxBumblebee