Disclaimer: Transformers (Generation 1) and everything related belongs to the rightful company Hasbro. I am in no way shape or form making money off this.
Author's Notes: Bumblebee shouldn't have crossed his lover and now he's going to be punished for it. But he loves him, even if he hurts him, that just proves he cares about him. Right? … isn't that how love works?
Title: Love Enough to Hurt
Pairing: CliffjumperxBumblebee (G1)
Request: Lenwyn Lavellan (AO3)
His peds felt incredible heavy, his spark pulsing so rapidly in his chassis he was afraid it would suddenly combust, the energon in his cables freezing in their cables but he knew he was just prolonging the punishment. Bee knew what he had done was wrong, he was trying to keep the fight from escalating into something much bigger, hoping to keep everybot he cared about to be locked in the brig for disciplinary actions, but he had crossed a line and he knew that was nothing he could do or say that would spare him. The minibot stopped before a door that looked like any other aboard the Ark, but to his processor it may as well lead straight to the smelting pits of the Unmaker himself. A small part of him argued he should just walk away, hide until things had calmed but that would just be delaying the inevitable and there was no where he could hide, even if he wanted to. Moving close, the sensors picked up his signature and automatically opened, allowing him entrance but once he crossed the threshold it slid close and locked. There was no turning back and there was no one there to save him.
"About fragging time you got here," came the cold, angry tone from the darkness of the room. The quarters' lights were set at a dim level to where the outline of the other mech could barely be seen but that's the way he always wanted it to be. "What, you had someone better to be?"
"No, I-I wanted to see how the others were doing-" Bumblebee tried to explain but flinched as something heavy hit the wall, breaking into a hundred pieces upon impact.
"So what, they're more important than me?!"
"That's not true-"
"It sure as slag seems that way!"
"M-Maybe if you didn't yell at Trailbreaker or start a fight with Sunstreaker, I wouldn't have to pick sides!" The words were out before he could stop himself and the yellow mech could only stare at his red lover with wide-open optics. He could see the cold look of fury increase and found himself stumbling backwards until his backplates hit the doo. "Cliff, I-" he began only to immediately fall silent as a fist struck the door to the side of his helm and a servo grabbed his upper stabilizer hard enough to dent the protective plating. "T-That hurts!"
"Shut up," he growled lowly, denta bared in a feral growl as he leaned in close, focusing the other mech to press into the door as though he was trying to meld into it. "… you don't wanna pick sides, even that of your lover? Fine. Since you don't give any scrap about me, maybe we should just see other bots," he hissed.
"T-That's not what I mean! I love you, Cliffjumper!" But the grip tightened, even more and he saw him reach for the control panel that would unlock the door. Later Bumblebee would wander why he chose the decision he did, but it would still lead to the same answer it always did. "Please, don't leave me alone!"
The servo paused but the red minibot refused to look at him. The spy slowly, hesitantly reached out to cover the servo that was still gripping his stabilizer tightly, leaning forward until his forehelm was pressed agisnt the red chassis, trying to calm the frantic pulses coming from his spark. "I'll do anything… let me prove it to you," he whispered softly. Time seemed to freeze as there was no immediate answer but he blinked as a servo settled over the back of his neck cables, just resting there. It took him a klik for the words to process but he slowly drew back enough to whisper "Anything. I swear on my spark."
The front-line fighter said nothing for several long, tense kliks before stepping back away from the trembling bot but didn't immediately release him. Without saying anything he pulled him away from the door to the middle of their room. "Servos," he ordered simply and immediately began wrapping a tempered steel cable around them, binding them tightly before making the yellow mech lift them above his helm and attached them to a chain hanging from the ceiling. He stepped back, surveying the image before him before moving off to the side to finish setting up.
Bumblebee suppressed the urge to cry, to keep his frame from trembling but his own servos twist in their bindings, feeling no give to the cables. At least his peds were able to touch the floor but he was taken from his thoughts as he felt a metal bit being forced between his denta and secured tightly behind his helm. His plating was already clamping own tightly in instinct, memory clips surfacing as to the last time this happened but there was also a small coil of warm beginning to unravel. It grew when he heard the electric hum somewhere behind him. The yellow minibot was ready to start begging for forgiveness but that was the whole point of the gag, so he wouldn't be able to speak up.
"It's been a while since I had to teach you a lesson, but it's the only way you'll ever learn." That was the only warning Cliffjumper gave as he drew his servo back then snapped it forward, the sting of the whip snapping against bright yellow plating, causing the frame to jump from the shock of it. Again, he drew back and snapped his servo forward, catching the small frame as it continued to hang before him. The electrowhip was one that didn't necessarily cause a great deal of damage to their plating itself, but the current could be adjusted so with each strike the electricity would pass through even the thickest of armor and actually sting the sensitive protoflesh beneath. And he made certain that each strike hit his misbehaving bot on the back of his stabilizers his backplates, and especially his aft. He counted each strike internally, watching the way the frame would jerk from each strike, how his lover trembled as he tried to remain standing. After so many lashes he stopped and reached out to gentle trace a welt that had actually cut through some of the thinner plating to score a wound on the protoflesh, causing it to bleed slightly. The stabilizer trembled but didn't jerk away from his touch.
"Do you think I enjoy doing this to you?" he asked as he pressed in close, mapping out more injuries he had caused, ignoring the hissed whimpers from the bound mech. "I thought you learned from last time, I thought you would do better but you didn't."
Bee could barely focus on what Cliff was saying, his sensory network was overwhelming his processor with so much data, not only the sting from the whip but now from the almost gentle touches to said injuries, the feel of another frame so close to his own; he wanted to beg him but he wasn't sure for what. To stop? To continue? To admit that he was wrong, that they were both wrong? Bee just didn't know anymore. He jerked as a servo slipped between his stabilizers, unable to keep the moan from escaping as digits stroked the overheated panel that it snapped open without warning.
"What the frag is this?" A black servo roughly forced its way between his stabilizers, digits roughly probing, making the yellow mech keen lowly, hips shifting. "You slagging slut, did I say you could open this?" he growled. "Are you thinking another somebot else? Onna your so-called friends? Hound? Trailbreaker? That fragging Pit-spawn Sunstreaker? Or are you thinking about some Deceptiscrap doing this to you instead?" Each designation fell from his derma plating like a curse.
Bumblebee tried to say something in his defense, that there was never anybot else, that everything was starting to really hurt, but the metal bit kept him from speaking. And with his servos bound he couldn't reach his comm link. He tried to get his frame to stop jerking away from the touches but his survival programming was interfering, trying to get away from the painful simulation. It grew worse and through it all he could feel his charge growing, getting closer to the peak of an overload but his lover knew his frame intimately, meaning he stopped, waiting for his charge to go down before continuing the torture once more until he was close, then stopping all over again. The yellow spy lost count of how many times he denied an overload, and he did not want to explain this to Ratchet because he would demand to know what happened and he couldn't tell him. He couldn't tell anyone.
The cycle of abuse kept on for what felt like an eternity, overloads being denied, causing the yellow mech's systems to spew out an endless list of errors and warnings that tinted his HUD crimson. Cooling fans were running so hard they were on the verge of shorting out, vents were rattling as they struggled to release the heated air as quickly as possible, it was too much for the minibot to experience he could feel his levels dropping to dangerous levels. But suddenly it just stopped. It took the spy several kliks to register that everything had stopped, and several more to realize that the servos had pulled completely off. Bee onlined his optics, venting in shallow pants as the metal bit was removed. Despite the amount of pain his frame was radiating, the spy leaned into the digits as they caressed his faceplates, forcing him to look up. He tried saying his lover's designation but couldn't help but flinch at the garbled static he emitted.
"… I don't like seeing you hurt, Bumblebee, but you made me do this," the fighter said quietly, wiping away some oral fluids with his thumb, watching as his spy leaned into his gentle touch, starved for more. "Talk to me, Bee. What do you want?"
"… I… I want you, Cliff… its, always you, no bot else…" Bee answered weakly, pausing to try and clear the remaining static from his vocalizer. "Please Cliff… I love you… I want you…"
"I want you, too." He closed the remaining distance and caught his lover's lips in a kiss, swallowing the quiet moan. Dark servos slid down the yellow frame, stroking sensitive seams, gently skimming over lash marks before curling around the back of stabilizers and lifting them up so they could wrap around him. The spy didn't hesitant as he tightened them around him, holding on. Cliffjumper groaned as he kept one servo around Bumblebee, he slid the other up and undid chain that kept him hanging, grunting softly as his full weight fell onto him. Bumblebee wasn't really aware of what was going one until he felt a soft pressure at his lashed backplates and broke the kiss to hiss sharply, bracing himself to be punished but instead he felt a soft kiss on the side of his helm, a quiet murmur to relax before the all-too-familiar pressure of something pushing its way inside but it wasn't enough.
"C-Cliff please! Frag me, I want it!" he begged, rolling his hips but it wasn't enough. He let out a whimper of want as the thrusting stopped and his still cuffed servos were pinned to the berth above his helm. Once more he found his lover looking down at him, cool optics staring into his own. "Please Cliff… I love you."
"I hear you, Bee. But tell me what I want to hear," he told him, even so far as to withdraw completely. "Well?"
"I-there was no one else I wanted, or will ever want! My frame is yours to use, whenever and however you want, including-my spark!"
"Never forget that." This mech was his, slag it, no one was allowed to touch him, and he would kill anyone who would try and take him away with no regret. Feeling both their charges escalating Cliffjumper knew it wouldn't be long before they overloaded. Releasing the servos, he grabbed at the yellow chassis, digits clawing at the seams. "Open, now," he growled out.
Bumblebee shuddered at the command but the latches came undone and the protective plating slid open. His spark was pulsing brightly within his chassis, spinning so rapidly he thought it was going to burst free from his chassis but the sound of transformation made he watched as a similar red chassis split open to reveal a spark similar to his own glowing darkly. For some reason he was afraid when he looked at that spark and wanted to get away from it, to be as far away from it as possible but he was trapped. He opened his derma to say something, anything to stop. But those same hurtful/gentle servos pulled him up until he was sitting on his lover's lap then pulled their frames together. Their sparks seemed to clash once they came into contact of one another, one trying to overwhelm, the other trying to get away, but eventually the darker spark won and the energies merged, causing both mechs to experience a powerful overload. Cliffjumper growled and grunted but the spy couldn't even cry out as his overload tore through him, confusing his sensory network with a massive upload of pleasure/pain he couldn't handle it, leading up to a hard crash. He felt against his lover limply, optics going dark before offlining.
Cliff grunted at the sudden weight but continued to hold the other mech tighter. He had hoped to continue this a bit longer but it didn't matter, they would continue this later once his lover recovered. Slowly he laid him back onto the berth, leaving them both filthy but he closed both their chest plates, listening to the latches lock into place and removed the stasis cuffs, stowing them away in his subspace. Staring at the peaceful look on those silver faceplates he calmly laid down and in a very rare act of compassion, drew the other mech into a loving embrace, tucking his helm under his chin with one of his servos curled around the neck of his neck cables.
"… I punish you to show you I love you, Bee." Maybe if he said it enough, he would believe it himself.
Author's Notes: FIN-NA-LLY! I am so sorry I spent so much time on this but… well, long story short, not only has my creative drive gone south I ran into some very serious and life-changing personal issues that kinda hit me hard. No, this doesn't mean I am gonna stop writing but it just, hit me harder than I anticipated even though I knew that eventually, it was going to happen. I'm sorry but I won't go into detail about a personal issue and I thank you all for the discretion.
Lenwyn_Lavellan, I hope this is what you were looking for and I hope I kept Cliffjumper in character. I remember him being like an angry/surely version of Bumblebee and tried to keep him as such. I'm sorry for the long wait and I hope you enjoy it. To everyone else, I hope you are still with me and I hope you enjoyed it as well.
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