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: When Blitzwing loses two of his personality components, it's up to Random to keep himself entertained until he can find a way to escape his captives. But with such a cute, little minibot keeping an optic on him, why would he wanna leave so soon?

Title: Random Chaos

Pairing: BlitzwingxBumblebee (Animated)

Request: SupremeEdgelord (AO3)

"Look out below!"

The warning came a tad too late as a large green frame came close to crushing a much smaller yellow frame but it didn't stop him from creating a mini crater in the asphalt. With a low groan the mech onlined his optics, looking around cautiously. "I didn't land on anybot... did I?"

"No, but you came really close—to me!"

"Let's discuss this later!" The Prime grunted as he dodged to the side, listening as the rapid laser fire moved past him. The beige jet swerved upward from hitting the street, taking to the air once more.

"Oh, are ve playing hide-and-zeek? I love zis game!" came a loud cackle as the unusual military jet did a barrel roll, once more opening fire on the fleeing Autobots. "Ready or not, here I come!"

"So, anybot got any ideas on how to bring Blitzbolt down?" the minibot asked, having taken cover himself as well as the large green bot. The Autobots were still wondering what the triple-changer was doing out here without any back-up in sight, but as soon as they showed up, he set his optics on them.

"I may have an idea, but it'll mean somebot will have to get Blitzwing to focus completely on them while we try to trap him," Optimus brought up over their private comm frequency.

"Whoever you pick better be fast on their wheels! So, get to it, Prowl!" Bumblebee eagerly cheered.

"He was talking about you," the stoic Cyber Ninja pointed out.

"Say what?"

"Scatter!" And just in time as a blast of heat scorched the streets with enough heat to start cooking the asphalt.

"Come out, puny Autobotz zo I can cruzh jou!" Blitzwing roared as he lived up to this personality's nickname, setting just about everything on fire.

"Why do I always have to be the bait?" Venting to himself, the minibot sped around the area, trying not to get caught he watched as his team trying to find somewhere that was not burning. "Hey, Hothead! Where's your buddy, Lugnut? Is he hiding from your obnoxious attitude?" he taunted and immediately sped out of the way of another blast.

"I don't need help destroying jou, puny Autobot!" Aiming, he chased after the small yellow mech, completely forgetting about his teammates.

"Don't look like that to me!" Bee used all the skills and tricks he learned since arriving on Earth, doing his best to keep from getting his tires burnt. He could see his teammates getting into position but he still had to make sure the triple-changer's optics were solely on him. Transforming quickly, he unleashed his stingers, catching the big mech off-guard as he stumbled back. "Wow, you're really off your game today. This why Megatron doesn't let you go out alone?"

"I vill cruzh you into zheet metal, little bug!" he roared, transforming into a tank he unleashed multiple blasts of fire, even causing him to backtrack. The asphalt crumbled under his treads from his weight but he beyond caring. His sole purpose on his processor was to silence this annoying pest permanently.

Bumblebee winced at the heat of the flames. He knew his kind didn't have the ability to sweat like the humans, but it didn't stop his frame from overheating. He kept having to dismiss the warnings popping up in his HUD but he also noticed that the tank was just firing in his general direction. He paused when he heard the Prime tell him they were in position and knew what he had to do. Stepping out of his hiding spot he smirked, spreading his servos out as either side. "No wonder you never come out alone, your aim sucks! Look, I'm standing right here! I bet you couldn't hit me if you tried, bolts for processor!"

"I have jou nov!" Charging at fast as he could, Blitzwing lowered his cannon, focusing his targeting systems onto the puny Autobot. His cannons began warming up, ready to unleash it he didn't realize he had fallen into a trap until it was too late.

"NOW!"

"Vhat?!" Still moving forward, the street suddenly gave way under his treads, making him fall into a crudely made hole. He was unable to get out but still he tried angling his cannons to open fire but cursed as cold foam struck him, getting into the cannon's barrels, causing them to get clogged up. Now he was even madder than before!

"I vill destroy you all!" he roared as loud as he could as he transformed, ready to crush his enemy with his bare servos.

"Heads up!"

"Vha-?!" the last time he saw was something round, green, and metal coming at him as such an alarming rate, he never had a chance to move as it made direct contact with his faceplates. He felt something shattered, plating giving way, and an intense pain in his processor. Flying through the air, he landed with a heavy crash, system errors filling his HUD he silently gave in and fell into damaged-induced stasis.

"What do you mean he's stuck like this? And why do I have to watch him!?"

"If you would be quiet and stop interrupting me, maybe I can finish my explanation!" The medic didn't need the HUD telling him that his oil pressure was too high, but he didn't give two scraps right now. Venting deeply, he pointed to where his "patient" was strapped down on the medical berth with chains they had found in the factory. "From what I can tell, the blow he sustained in our last fight did something to his processor. I ran several scans, but I still can't explain why he's not able to access his other two personality components. The best I could do was block his access to both his weapons and comm systems."

"Is there anything you can do in the meantime?" Optimus asked.

"I don't know where to begin. I could end up damaging his processor even more." Venting deeply, Ratchet took a moment to rub at his optics. "I'm getting too old for this."

"Okay, but why does I have to watch him? Bulkhead's the one who hit him with his wrecking ball!"

"Hey!"

"It's true!"

"We don't exactly have a cell to keep him locked up. Your room's window is too small for him to escape if he tried," Ratchet explained.

"B-B-But we have stasis cuffs! We can use those!"

"They won't hold him forward. Look, Bumblebee, it's just until I can get ahold of the Elite Guard, but in the mean time you may want to take your personal belongings out."

"But-!" Usually when the Prime ordered him to do something, he did it (not all the time, or even mostly) but the look in his optics said that this was the end of it. It took everything the minibot had not to throw a tantrum like he'd seen Sari do and instead went to his quarters. He had too many personal belongings, and where was he going to recharge? "This is so not fair." Stomping his ped he vented deeply and decided to see where he could stash some of his more favorable items.

Joors later he watched as their guest/prisoner was making himself comfortable in "his" quarters. Most of his belongings, bumblebee was able to put into storage containers and Bulkhead had offered him some space in his room until their guest left, but his posters and some other items had to remain. Another thing was Ratchet had rigged a camera so they could keep an optic on him as well. And as much as Bee hated monitor duty, he was watching the Decepticon going around "his room", staring at the posters.

"Touch them and I'll-" he warned but Blitzwing didn't do anything. He slowly made his way to the berth and sat down. But the longer he looked at him the freakier he found it creepy that his faceplates were stuck on that glitch maniac. As far as he knew they didn't have names, but with the way that one popped up at the strangest moments, Bee named him Random. Even the way he spoke was—random! Huffing he sat back on his seat and glanced at het other screens. It was quiet and there was no sign that Megatron wanted the triple changer back, or maybe he was waiting for them to let their guard down. Either way, blue optics would constantly look back at the camera in his room, making sure the mech in question wasn't touching anything he wasn't suppose to. Before he knew it, his shift was over but since he couldn't go back to his room he went to the TV and decided to play his video game.

Now this was something he could spend all cycle doing! Sometimes he even imagined he was in the game, beating the pixelated characters left and right, or sometimes he pictured the Decepticons and unleashed one special attack after another.

"C'mon c'mon—yes! I did it!" he cheered as he unleashed another fury of combos, his opponent hitting the ground with a depleted health bar. His grin grew when he noticed that his score had also gone up as well. "Alright, new high score!" he looked around, eager to boast (brag) about it when he noticed Prowl coming out of the hall.

"Hey, Prowl! Check this out-"

"Not now," he snapped, fuming silently and with no warning, transformed and raced out of the warehouse like his spark depended on it.

The minibot shuddered his optics, quite confused. He had never seen the ninja so ticked off, especially when he had nothing to do with it! "His loss. Bet he wouldn't get anywhere close to it." Turning back to the TV he selected his favorite player and once more lost himself in the processor numbing entertainment.

As the cycles passed by Bumblebee found himself in a routine: monitoring duty, patrols, play video games, and recharge. Bunking with Bulkhead wasn't all that bad, the green wrecker was quiet and did most of his art stuff in the main part of the warehouse, but he missed having his own space, having his stuff spread out so he could just grab something from the floor. But he also realized that their guest wasn't all that quiet to begin with. The first solar cycle no bot heard anything from him and even Ratchet couldn't figure out why he wasn't trying to break out (now that he cared) but the next cycle they were all awaken from their recharge cycle by somebot singing. Badly and offkey.

"Dovn at an Englizh fair, one evening I vas zere
Vhen I heard a zhowman zhouting underneaz ze flair
I've got a lovely bunch of coconutz
Zere zej are, all ztanding in a row"

"What the frag?!"

"Who ever is singing that, mute it!"

"Big onez, zmall onez, zome az big az jour head
Give zem a tvizt a flick of ze vrizt
Zat'z vhat ze zhowman zaid
I've got a lovely bunch of coconutz"

Doors opened and all the Autobots found themselves looking at each other, but none of them were singing. All except their guest who seemed like he wanted the entire human cityscape to hear his attempt at entertainment.

"Give zem a tvizt a flick of ze wrizt
Zat'z what ze zhovman zaid
I've got a lovely bunch of coconutz
Every ball jou zrow will make me rich"

"What's a coconut anyway?"

"I don't care if it's a byproduct of the AllSpark!" Grumpier than usual, the veteran medic went up to the door and banged on it, causing the singing to stop. "Knock it off! Some of us are trying to recharge here!" Silence from the other end which made Ratchet vent lowly, turning to head back to his room-

"It'z a zmall vorld after all
It'z a zmall vorld after all
It'z a zmall vorld after all
It'z a zmall, zmall vorld"

"That's it!" Furious, the medic turned and opening the door, entered the room and began shouting at the singing mech. "Will you just shut up, already?! What're you trying to do, drive us mad?!"

Blitzwing, looking perfectly at ease even with his servos chained before him and a modified wing clamp, was calmly sitting on the berth like he wasn't a prisoner. But now seeing that he now had an audience, his grin became even broader.

"Ooh an audience! I take requestz!" he cackled, not at all fazed but the irate Autobot yelling at him.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?!"

"Zhould I? I zougz it was tu quiet zo I ztarted zinging!"

"That was singing? You mean you were making that noise, on purpose?" Bumblebee couldn't help but ask. He tried not to flinch when those crazed optics looked at him, though he did shrink slightly behind the irate medbot.

"Zere jou are! Aww, did I wake jou from jour nappy?" he cooed, getting to his peds. "Come to Blitzwing, little zparkling!"

"Wait, what?" Bee shuddered his optics before frowning and moved into what used to be his room. "I'm not a sparkling! I'm a full-grown mech!"

"But jou are zo zmall and cute! Jou are a little Bumblybee!" he cackled again.

"I'll show you little-!" Good luck or bad luck, Ratchet managed to catch the smaller mech before he could throw himself at the Decepticon. He did not have any patience to fixing up anybot right now and even with everything but the most basic functions online, he was certain the larger mech could do some serious damage.

"Whatever you were doing just keep in down, or I'll weld your mouth plates shut!" Carrying the scout out, the door slid close and locked from the outside. "And you," he hissed as he set the squirming mechling down on his peds; "I know it's hard for you to understand the most basic of orders but I'm only to say this once: don't engage with that Decepticon alone."

"I'm not a sparkling! And I'm not little! I'm average height for my frame type!" Bumblebee yelled as he angrily crossed his servos over his chassis.

"Look, he's stopped singing so let's just go back to recharge," Optimus vented, rubbing his optics. Murmuring quietly the group separated and returned to their rooms, settling on their berths they were ready to slip back into a well-needed recharge cycle-

"Vho'z afraid of ze big bad volf?
Ze big bad wolf, ze big bad volf,
Vho'z afraid of ze big bad volf?
Tra la Tar la la"

"SHUT UP!"

More than one all the Autobots wondered how in the name of the AllSpark did the other Decepticons deal with the insane triple-changer. If it wasn't him singing (badly and as loud as he could) most of the night, it was cracking jokes by insulting them (Bumblebee seemed to be a favorite target), or just saying the most random thing ever.

"Do my vingz make me luk fat?"

"I wanna zee jou turn into a fire truck! Can I can I Can I?"

"Ohh I juzt learned a new zong! Lizten lizten!"

"Vhere iz ze little zparkling? I will hug him and pet him and zqueeze him and rub him and caress him, and I zhall call him George!"

Everyone took turns watching him until it finally came clear the other two personalities not only kept this one under control, he was bored and being bored only grated on their already frayed patience more so. That was, until one day they found a way to keep him entertained for the time being. The only downside, Bumblebee was the only one who seemed the least annoyed—but only because he tried to give back as much as he received. So more often than not, most of the cycle was listening to the two "banter" with each other that no number of threats from Ratchet or orders/pleas from Optimus settled, so that left the rest of the team to go on very extended patrols. Their saving grace was when Sari, their tiny organic guide/ally/friend brought over a new video game and for once, the triple changer was silent.

His optics seemed to study the pixelated characters like the way Prowl studied the organic organisms outside. He ignored all attempts at getting his attention, and refused to budge when the others tried dragging him back to his quarters. Seeing how he wasn't getting into any trouble and giving everybot some peace and quiet, they began allowing him to watched the TV, but he still wore stasis cuffs and wing clamps.

"I am so gonna beat you this time!" the small girl said as she tried to execute the combo she had studied the night before.

"Dream on," Bumblebee said good naturally, his digits flying over the larger controller he held. His best friend had gotten lucky the first few times she beat him, having known about the game before he had but with the endless amount of practice, he began beating her left and right. They didn't even seem to notice their audience as he watched the two characters fight on the screen.

Blitzwing wasn't glitched as many thought. Not completely. But having three different personality components sometimes made it difficult to keep in control, which was why one component took charge of the others. But the one that was available needed something to focus on. His optics looked over where the Autobot and organic were playing, watching the way they worked the controllers then back to the entertainment screen.

'Interezting.' More than interesting, it looked like fun. A lot of fun! He wanted to play as well! But before he could demand a turn, he had the music playing that Player 2 had won.

"Yes! I won!" the minibot exclaimed, looking incredible smug about it.

"Awww! No fair, I shoulda won that time!" Sari complained, looking torn between frowning, or throwing her controller to the ground. Getting to her feet, she pointed up at the larger bot next to her. "I wanna rematch!"

"You are so on!" Bee grinned, about the start up the game when his team leader came up to them.

"Sari, it's getting late. I think it's time for you to head home," he pointed out calmly.

"What? No way! It's only-oh." Looking at her phone, she saw it was much later than she realized, and she hadn't eaten either. She looked embarrassed when her stomach gave a growl, looking to the side. "I haven't had dinner yet either."

"And I thought Bulkhead was loud," Bumblebee muttered but wordlessly picked up his friend. "No problem! I got this, boss bot," he said even as he began walking to the exit.

"I also want you to do a quick patrol around the area. It's been too quiet and I don't like it," the Prime told him, glancing at the still silent prisoner of war.

"Yeah yeah, I got ya." Transforming around the little girl, the small yellow compact drove off. He never noticed as brightly glowing crimson optics followed him even after he was out of sight.

A few joors later the Autobot scout returned and transformed as he entered the warehouse/secret base. He was surprised not to see not only no one there at the monitors, but there was a large winged mech sitting on their couch, watching some cartoons on the large screen tv.

"Blitzwing!? What are you doing outta your room?! Did you break out!?" Bumblebee demanded, stingers out and charged as he slowly made his way to the side but from what he could see the large mech still had the cuffs and clamps on, and he looked oddly at peace with himself. "Um, Blitz, you okay there?" Still no response and if Bee was being honest with himself, he was getting a bit creeped out. Slowly he moved closer, peering at the other mech and wondering if he should comm Ratchet when said mech let out a cackling laugh, making the unsuspecting minibot jump only to trip and hit the floor.

"Ze kitty cat vaz flattened by ze little mouze! AHAHAHAHA!" This show was so wonderfully chaotic, he wished he could watch it all the time!

"What is wrong with you?!"

Optics shuddered and finally made out a compact frame struggling to get up, looking at him with furious blue optics. Oh, it was the minibot; when did he arrive? And why was he looking so mad at him? Blitzwing shuddered his optics when the much smaller mech stood before him, talking loudly and jabbing a digit into his chassis. He couldn't move very much with the stasis cuffs, and certainly couldn't transform with the wing clamps, but he wanted to reach out and pull him close, to never let him go.

"Are you listening to me!?"

"… vhat?" Now he couldn't help but grin at the interesting shade of energon blue the minibot was turning. "Jou are tu cute!"

Okay, that was unexpected! Bee couldn't help it as his blush deepened. "I-I'm not cute, slagger! And what are you doing out here anyway?"

"Ze fire truck said I can be here for being zuch a good bot," he said cheerfully. Before the Autobot could say anything, he gestured to the console beneath the entertainment screen. "I vant to play zat."

"Play with what?" Turning Bumblebee pointed to the game console. "You wanna play Ninja Gladiator? But why?"

"It lukz like fun." He was prepared for the smaller mech to argue and try to force him back to his room, but to his surprise the little bug complied and gave him the controller. Of course, he lost the first several rounds since the stasis cuffs limited a great deal of movement, but he never said anything. It was still fun and he liked seeing the characters beating one another up.

Bee didn't think Decepticons liked anything dealing with Earth, but then again, they loved to fight and this game was nothing but fighting. 'Still…' he looked over and watched with large digits jerked and moved stiffly over the buttons, trying to get the character to move but not once did he complain or throw a fit. 'Prime said they need to stay on, but Ratchet disabled everything. And… it's just us, so who's gonna know?' But a part of his processor was saying this was a very bad idea as he set his own controller down and reached over, unlocking the stasis cuffs. Setting them on the table he turned back to his game, but noticing his opponent wasn't moving and turned to see the large Decepticon prisoner staring at him. "What."

Blitzwing wordlessly held up one of his servos. "Vhy?" Bee thought about it before shrugging.

"Not like you can do anything, and besides, it's more fun if I beat you fair and square," he added with a tiny smirk as he refocused back onto the screen. Blitz giggled but picked up his controller. Only the sounds of the video game's sound effects and music filled the silence, the two characters pummeled the other it wasn't long before the winner was declared but bumblebee was in shock.

"You… you beat—me?"

"Zat vas fun!" the larger mech grinned as his character did a victory pose.

"You beat me."

"Iz zere an echo? Echo echo echo!"

"Nobody beats me!"

"I did!"

Fuming slightly, Bumblebee immediately started another round. "Rematch!" But each time Blitzwing continued to win, and each time the small minibot would get angrier, until he had enough and threw his controller down. Turning to the triple changer he made the mistake of grabbing him by his plating to pull him down to his level, and angrily declare, "You cheated!"

"Oh, iz ze little zparkling angry? Maybe it'z time for hiz nap!" Blitzwing giggled.

"I am not a sparkling! And you cheated, I know you did!"

"Did not!

"Did too"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did too!"

"Did not! Did not did not did not!" Bee didn't realize what he had said until he heard the other mech let out another cackling laugh and felt energon rush to his faceplates. Prowl always told him he tended to act without processing things, and he always argued that he did not, but he was starting to have his doubts as he lunged the short distance, catching the other mech off-guard with a startled yelp, causing the two of them to hit the floor. With the arguing and noise going on, it was no small wonder that the other Autobots didn't come out to see what the commotion was about but after sealing with the random bouts of chaos these last several solar cycles, they passed it off as normal. Had anybot did happen to see what was going on, they might have had some questions about why the two mechs were doing up so late, why the Decepticon prisoner wasn't wearing the stasis cuffs, and why said prisoner had a fuming yellow minibot pinned to the floor.

Bumblebee was venting heavily, still upset but more at his over-cocky self. He had no proof that Blitzwing had cheated, but he still didn't like that he lost to somebot who had never played the game before! It wasn't fair! Twisting his servos he found that the black servos were keeping a firm grip on him, meaning he was trapped. Great, lost again to some glitch-out triple changer.

"Hey, lemme go," he said, struggling but the grip stayed. Shuddering his optics he found that black faceplates looking down at him, ruby red optics staring at him like it was trying to see inside. He couldn't suppress the shudder but he fought back the panic when he realized even his lower part of his frame was trapped beneath the larger frame. "B-Blitz, please lemme go?"

"Lemme zink about it. Mmmm… no."

"Wait, what? Why? I asked nicely!"

"Becauze, cute little Autobot… I have jou vhere I vant jou." Like with the fight that damaged him to the point of losing/blocking his other personality components, everything moved so fast but it still didn't stop Blitzwing from leaning down and kissed the surprised Autobot.

Poor Bee was so shocked, it seemed to take a full klik to realize what was going on but he was unable to do anything. All his struggling proved futile, he couldn't comm his teammates for help, and the entertainment screen was loud enough to have apparently cover any sounds they were making. To his horror, he could feel his frame heating up, but his horror grew when he felt something slick prodding at his lip plates and realized what it was. With a frustrated groan he tried to turn his helm away, maybe call out for help but something brushed up between his stabilizers, making him gasp which allowed the slick glossia inside.

Certainly, one way to keep the Autobot silent, but Blitzwing found he didn't want him to be completely silent. Shifting the servos he held trapped, he moved them so he could hold the both of them under one servo and trailed the other down the upper stabilizer, along warm faceplates, tracing the cables of his neck and down his sides. He was big for his frame type, and the minibot was so small but he was apparently sensitive as he traced his transformation seams, swallowing his soft moans and feeling his frame shift beneath him. His glossia tasted everything he had earlier, the lingering taste of oil but it was his turn to groan when the smaller glossia slid along his own. He pressed his stabilizer between those lean black and yellow stabilizers, grinning at the smaller mech arched into him with a low moan.

Oh frag, how long had it been since he felt anything down that? Too long but Bee didn't care as he bucked his hips, trying to get more friction on his interface panel. Instead of trying to pull away he found himself trying to get closer, wanted to pull the larger frame atop of him, wanted to feel so much more! But as quickly as it started it stopped. He onlined his optics, wondering blearily when he had offlined them and looked up to see Blitzwing still looming over him. He shuddered as the wickedly long glossia slid out to lick at his own lip plates, leaning into the large servos as they trailed down his frame before pulling off completely. Slowly, the triple-changer stood, watching as Bumblebee lifted himself up onto his elbows and without another world, turned and walked to the hall. Soon there was the sound of a door opening, then closing, locking automatically. The minibot found himself sitting on the floor for a bit longer than a joor, thinking about what had just happened but his digits would brush against his still kiss-swollen lips. Why was that Decepticon so… so-so weird! One klik he's annoying the scrap out of everyone, the next he turns all quiet and unmoving, then he goes playful and kinda fun to be around, then he kisses him! Didn't try to run off, didn't force him into releasing him, didn't eliminate him on the spot.

"What the slag is going on?" Bumblebee muttered to himself. He even tried to take his processor off the kiss by playing Ninja Gladiators but he couldn't focus. Turning off the TV he stood but noticed the stasis cuffs were still on the small table. He completely forgot to put the cuffs back on… but Blitzwing was in the room. So many ideas running through his processor, so many directions to turn to, so many what-ifs coming to mind. Silently, he picked them up, stuffed them into his subspace, and made his way to the hall. His peds were quiet, echoing slightly before stopping at a door. He stared at the metal door for another klik before reaching to the side and inputted the code. As it slid open, he saw Blitzwing sitting on the berth, saw the surprise in his optics but said nothing and did nothing as the Autobot stepped inside and locked the door behind him. Neither of them said anything, but it was Bumblebee who moved first as he crossed the short distance, reaching into his subspace he removed the stasis cuss and placed them on the small table next to the berth, and stood before the triple changer. It was him as he lifted his servos and gently held the black faceplates, and it was him who leaned forward and kissed the jagged lip plates. The Decepticon said nothing but his own servos rested themselves on the minibot's small waist, digits brushing against seams, curling slightly but ready to let go at the slightest indication. The kiss slowly broke off and this time it was his turn to ask.

"Vhy?"

"Just, because." Not much of an answer but it was enough as once more their lips meet a kiss that slowly grew more heated. Bumblebee moaned and didn't fight it as the servos lifted him on a broad and very warm lap. He parted his lips at the feeling of the slick glossia and moaned as it once more tasted everything he had to offer. His frame was already heating up but he didn't care as servos once more strokes his seams, targeting all of his sensitive spots. When the servos pulled him closer until their frames were flushed together he began grinding away, once more friction starting to heat up his systems.

Maybe good things did come to those who waited, but he wasn't going to wait another klik. Holding the brightly colored frame close Blitzwing stood only long enough to deposit the minibot onto the berth, pulling back to memorize the cheek ridges flushed bright with energon, optics dim, lips swollen and panting he had to taste him some more…

He lightened his touch then slowly, drew back. Slowly, his glossia pulled out of the quivering valve, taking a moment to lick up all residue. Soft whimpers reached his audios, frame twitching in their over sensitive but oh how he wanted to bury himself inside once more, to listen to the small bot cry out, to beg for more. Licking his lip plates clean he looked up and saw that the mech in question was completely out.

"Oopz, I zink I broke him," he giggled. Not true, he knew the minibot was still active but currently offline. He also noted the transfluid beneath the smaller frame and wished he could have seen the look as he overloaded. Blitzwing climbed off the berth and lifting the minibot, quickly stripped the berthsheet and placed him back down. He used the soiled material to clean him up, and watched as he recharged. He looked so peaceful, vents even and deep, armor pinging as it cooled down, fans beginning to slow down as condensation dried but his attention drifted to the stasis cuffs where they sat innocently on the small table. He looked at them for a long time before silently reaching over and picking them up…

"… bee…"

"… umble… ee…"

"… ake up…"

"Kid, wake up…!"

"Bumblebee! Wake up!"

"N… ngh…" Whoever was yelling, couldn't they keep it down? His processor was running so slow but enough systems were activated that he was finally able to online his optics. Everything was a pixelated mess, and he could make out what looked like a white blob talking to him. "… wha…"

"Kid, what the frag happened?" Ratchet. But, what did the medic mean?

Shuiddering his optics, bumblebee waited for his optics to clear as he tried to figure out why his frame felt funny. Thing was, why was he in his room? Wasn't this where they were keeping-oh slag!

"Blitzwing! Where is he?" he immediately asked and tried to sit up only to barely managing to lift his helm. That's when he registered he was laying on his berth, on his chassis, and his servos were locked in a pair of stasis cuffs behind him. He shuddered and looked at the concerned medic. "What happened?"

"That's what I wanna know, but it looks like that Decepticon got the drop on you and escaped. Hold on, lemme get these cuffs off." Reaching for the release button he set them aside and helped the minibot sit up. "What happened last night?"

Bumblebee shuddered his optics but he couldn't tell him the truth. That he took the stasis cuffs off their prisoner to play video games, that he got in a fight with him only for him to suddenly kiss him, then he came to his and kissed him, and let him eat him out while he jerked himself off? Oh, that would go over really well! But the medic was waiting for an answer so he said the first thing to come to his processor.

"… I… I don't know…"

Bumblebee never told anybot what happened (well, not the full truth) but he couldn't believe that Blitzwing pretty much used him and left. He was still trying to figure out how he escaped but eventually he just forced himself to stop. The good thing was he was able to move back into his own room, but the downside was he couldn't recharge properly. Each time he offlined his optics his memory banks played back everything he remembered about the sinewy glossia. How it felt, tasted, how he swallowed all of his lubricant; he tried using his own digits but it wasn't enough! So, after one particularly stressful night, he opted for a night patrol and took off. He knew his team had questions but he was not going to tell anybot anything.

'Glitched slagger. Next time I see him, I'll-! I'll-show him!' Ugh, even in his processor that sounded so lame. And perhaps today was his lucky day, or unlucky, as he noticed a particularly familiar jet in the night sky. "Hey! Get back here!" The yellow compact tore through the silent streets, tracking the beige jet he finally tracked him down and didn't question it when he saw the very mech himself standing in the middle of an old, abandoned warehouse. And he didn't seem the least bit surprised to see him. Bumblebee felt untapped rage filly him as he transformed and immediately marched up to the other mech.

"You! You-are the worse!" he shouted, calling him every name he could think of before he realized that he was yelling at the wrong personality. "So you fixed yourself, great. Now you go back to being cold, hot-tempered, and crazy all rolled into one!"

"Jou are upzet," came the cool response.

"Oh gee, what gave you that idea? Of course, I'm upset! You used me!" He crossed his servos over his chassis, not wanting to admit how hurt he had felt. Or how embarrassed to have been found by Ratchet.

"True. It vaz not easy, and many botz find it uncomfortable to converze vith me on the likelihood zat I cannot control myzelf. But jou, Bumblebee," he paused and reached out to gently take ahold of the smaller mech's chin, tilting it up as he leaned forward. "Jou accepted me, flawz and all."

Being this close to him, remembering what he had done, the way his servos felt on his frame. Bee hated to admit it but he was beginning to run a bit warm under the plating. "S-So, what's your plan now? Gonna take me back to your base?" he asked, wondering if he did, would the same thing happen all over again except this time, he would be the one in restraints. Oh Primus, why did that sound so fragging hot right now?

Blitzwing was not known for smiling, but he came pretty damn close with that smirk and a knowing look in his optics. "Not exactly, Autobot. But I vould like to zee what other zoundz jou can make az I make jou overload. Repeatedly." The answering click was the all the answer he needed.

Author's Notes: I hate writing accents! I had to go online to figure out how to write German (and I thought speaking German was hard enough) but this is the site I used if anyone was interested: [wikihow com Do-a-German-Accent]

Okay sorry, just had to get that off my chest. Wow Blitz's is hard to write! Character and the way he speaks! Jazz- (tilts head to the side) well, maybe maybe not as hard, but at least I don't have to constantly go back and change one letter to another. So, you all can thank SupremeEdgelord for this pairing! I also wanted to try something just a tiny bit different so I really hope you all enjoy this.

Oh right, um so sorry again for the wait but looks like I might have more time on the weekends to write so, yay? ^^ Read, comment, enjoy! Bye!