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: Decepticons do not do love, and they certainly do not fraternize with the enemy. Megatron is going to show why he does not allow that and he is going to make Blitzwing watch—and make Bumblebee pay the price.
Title: Tell Me You Love Me
Pairing: BlitzwingxBumblebee (Animated)
Request: TheBestDayEver (AO3)
While many bots didn't agree with him, Bumblebee considered himself a mech of action. Sure, he was small, being a minibot and all that, but he was also scrappy. And fast, definitely the fastest thing on four wheels! And he was pretty brave if he said so himself; it takes a special bot to be able to face down Megatron of all beings and survive with your skid plate intact! But for all his bravado, Bumblebee didn't garner a lot of—respect from his teammates. But they would argue against him. Which was why he was in such a mood today.
Said yellow minibot was in his room, servos crossed over his chassis, fuming silently. It wasn't his fault that he did what he did, but he was bored what with the Decepticons not attacking lately. How was he to know that Ratchet wouldn't get his joke, or that Bulkhead would get upset that he used that can of paint, or that Prowl didn't like the new colors on his precious tree? No one even asked why he did it (not like he had a ready answer) but here he was, sent to his room like some errant youngling.
'Which I totally am not! I'm suppose to be an Elite Guardmech!' But there never going to happen. Even just sitting on his berth he felt his systems start to hum, engine humming, ped twitching as it began tapping on the concrete floor. He tried to calm down but the more he forced it the more anxious he was getting. Before he knew it, he was up and racing down the hall, transforming and racing away from the base as fast as his frame could take him.
"Freedom!" he shouted as he sped down the streets, easily passing slower cars and taking the road that led out of the city. He turned off his comms for emergencies only and took the road without even bothering with his GPS. Before he knew it, he was at Crazy Coyote Canyon. Had he just a little bit of patience, Bumblebee would have made sure there were no humans around, or any Sumdac employees testing whatever it is they did. But he didn't and he immediately revved his engine, kicking up a dirt storm as he tore down the trail.
Hidden in the clouds someone was watching the yellow vehicle racing down below. The Decepticon noted there was nothing out here for hundreds of hics: no Autobots, no organics, no AllSpark fragments. It made him feel—relieved. From his viewpoint he watched the way the vehicle took each turn easily, moving in ways no mere organic could ever master. Flying lower he transformed and landed, watching as the cloud of dust grew closer.
Bumblebee was in his element! The wind rushing over his plating, the feel of the hard-packed dirt beneath his tires, the hulking mech standing in his way-
'What the?!' His brakes immediately locked, skidding slightly but managing to keep himself from flipping, kicking up a massive storm of dirt that engulfed both of them. It didn't take long for it to die down in which the yellow scout immediately transformed, engines still running hard and vents expelling air deeply.
"… B-Blitzwing? What are you—you slagger! What are you doing out here?! I nearly ran you over!" he yelled, gesturing widely. "I know you're not exactly all there but what makes you think standing in my way is a good idea?! … Well?! … Say something already?!"
"Jou are ztrezzed."
"… say what?"
"Vhen jou are ztrezzed, jou zhout. Vhen jou are bored, jou make jokez of jour team. Vhen jou are fruztrated, jou race." Looking around the triple-changer noted the multiple caves surrounding the area and nodded to one of the larger ones. "Follov me."
The scout wanted to shout at his retreating backplates, but instead he huffed and stormed after him. The two entered a cave just large enough for them and even if there was anyone that happened to be "passing by" they wouldn't be discovered. He leaned against the wall, servos crossed over his chassis, trying to appear cool and calm, but his digit was tapping repeatedly on his upper stabilizer. "… why are you here, anyway?"
"I vas merely, az the organicz zay, "in ze neighborhood" and zav jou driving," he said calmly. "Jou are quite ze driver, not once did you crazh vhile taking thoze turnz."
"Yeah? W-Well. I'm just that good!" Fragger. Why did his spark always do that funny pulse whenever he was complimented like that? Nothing was said for several moments, but during that time Blitzwing was sitting on the ground, and before he knew it, Bumblebee was sitting on his lap, covering the servos wrapped around his waist. "Been a while since we've been together like this."
"I knov. I ztill remember vhen ve tried capturing jou and the Cyber ninja," the Decepticon brought up. "If I remember, jou vere racing, vere jou not?"
"… maybe."
"Vho von?"
"I did." There was a muffled snicker and Bee turned to see that the 'Con's faceplates seemed to be twitching which meant he was trying to maintain some kind of control over his multiple personality components. "What. I did win! I so beat Prowl!"
"I didn't say anything."
"But you're thinking about it! And I did beat Prowl, I even saved him and if it wasn't because of your "pals" I woulda beat Bulkhead too-!" Optics went wide as the truth slipped free, servo slapped over his mouth. There was a silent whirl soon followed by the loud cackle from Random.
"Jou lozt a race to the clumzy green vreckink bot!" Random was laughing so loud, he could have caused a cave-in but even as small yellow and black servos covered his faceplates he kept laughing. The Autobot cursed at him to shut up, growing more frustrated even when both his servos were caught but the larger soldier caught the smaller mech by surprise by kissing him.
It took an astrosecond for the maintenance-bot-turn-scout to not only realize he was being kissed, to mute his vocalizer and kiss the other mech back. Servos slowly moved to caress one another, plating growing warm under the soft touches, engines purring louder the longer the two stayed connected. After a bit, the kiss broke apart but the two mechs didn't immediately pull away. The faceplates shifted to that one commonly known as Icy to the cool and calm demeaner.
"Better?" the tank/jet asked quietly.
"Maybe… still waiting for you to apologize for laughing at me," he said, looking at him expectedly.
"I am zorry that jou did not win jour race."
"… fragger." But instead of arguing Bumblebee vented softly and leaned into the larger mech, feeling those large servos wrap around him. In this moment, the Autobot felt not only safe but loved. It didn't matter if they were on different sides of a war, both were light years away from their home planet, and both were sometimes forced to hide who they were. Bee could never tell his team about this, not even his best friends because he knew they would not understand. He loved Blitzwing.
'Still don't know how or when it happened, but I love this glitch,' he thought to himself. Venting deeply the scout decided to forget everything and enjoy this moment between them as long as possible.
The Decepticon soldier would lie, even under immense and agonizing torture, that he felt anything for this annoying Autobot. Yes he was loud, cocky, annoying, and of course, an Autobot, but he was bright, loyal, passionate, and refused to back down. He wasn't sure why he fell for him, but it was the first time all three of his personalities all agreed on the same thing: the tiny dancer was theirs. And they would do anything to keep it that way.
The two ended up staying here for a few Earth hours, sometimes speaking but mostly just holding onto the other. It was never scheduled because they would not risk anybot finding out about them. Peering out of the mouth of the cave, Bumblebee vented and stepped out but looked back at the other mech.
"I better go, but not like I'm looking forward to getting a lecture from boss bot," he said with a slight pout.
"I need to go as vell," Blitzwing said, stepping up to the smaller mech but before his little love could leave, he reached down and took a hold of his chin guard. Bee said nothing but he did lean into him when he kissed him once more. "Be careful, little bug."
Primus, he wanted to hit him for that. "Not little, glitch." Venting softly, the Autobot gently removed the servo even as he stepped back. "I love you."
"I knov." The sound of transformations and the yellow car was driving down the steep walls until it was on the trail and headed back to the city. The triple changer waited and initiated his own transformation, a tan and purple jet cutting through the clouds. But both mechs failed to notice something watching them, lens zooming out as it continued after its target, all the while sending the live video feed to.
Deep within the carbon-heavy mines, a very large and thickly armored warrior watched as his spy drone showed him exactly what his soldier was doing. And he was less than pleased. Reaching out he resisted the urge to destroy the monitor and instead turned it off, and made his way to his throne. Contrary to what many believed, the warlord was not quick to destroy everything that set off his anger (to a certain point) but he refused to be made a fool and he was going to show why he was the true leader of the Decepticons.
Things had been eerily quiet. There was the occasional disaster that required the assistance of the Autobots, but the Decepticons had nothing to do with any of it. Everybot was given very clear orders to make an appearance only when an Autobot was in sight, engage, then leave. Sometimes they would take something, but more often than not they caused enough damage to threaten the organics which caused the Autobots to come to their aid and allowed them to escape. No one dared to ask why (Starscream demanded to know why only once, and he was quick to learn his lesson though his wings still supported dents the shape of broad digits). The triple-changer was concerned but for an entirely different reason. The last time he was fighting with the Autobots he noted they were very distracted, but he also noticed there was no sign of the yellow minibot. Part of him wanted to reach out to him but they never exchanged comm links in case they were ever discovered.
'Then vhy do I have a terrible feelink in mein spark?' Transforming as he landed, the 'Con began walking into one of the tunnels leading inside he stopped as he realized somebot was waiting for him. "Lord Megatron?"
The warlord said nothing as he looked down at his soldier, crimson optics slightly illuminating his faceplates in the darkness. "Report, Blitzwing," he ordered.
"Ah, yes, mein lord. Ze Autobotz zeemed distracted vhen I fought them earlier, az though they appear to have lozt zomething," he explained, following after his leader as he walked deeper into the mine.
"Distracted, you say? That could very well work in our favor," the warlord rumbled, servos clasped behind his backplates as they entered the main and massive cavern of their base. "Anything else?"
Something was not settling right with the soldier and he didn't like it. "That vaz it, mein lord."
"Is that so?" Megatron wordlessly sat down on his throne, looking peacefully at ease and calm with himself. It was that relaxed pose that had the other immediately tensing up, plating clamped tightly to his protoform; even his personalities were abnormally silent in the back of his processor. "You didn't, by chance, notice anything missing?"
It took everything the mech had to keep his wings from snapping up. While only part seeker, Blitz's wings were not nearly as expressive as say a certain SIC, but now he felt torn. "Vhat do jou mean?"
"Tell me Blitzwing, how loyal are you to the Decepticon cause?" Megatron asked, steepling his digits together.
"Mein lord?"
"Those who serve me are all loyal to our cause, to take back Cybertron and make it our own. With the exception of Starscream, my soldiers have obeyed every command given and would lay down their sparks if I gave the slightest indication. So, imagine my surprise when I find you intermingling with an Autobot."
Faceplates swiveled before he could stop himself, the optic band glaring angrily as he snapped, "That'z a lie!" Faceplates once more swiveled back to the calm personae, hoping to salvage the situation.
"Is that so?" Off to the side the monitors came to life and it showed from a very high view of a canyon, but the image zoomed in on the sight of a yellow helm peering out of a tunnel. There was no sound but the video continued to show the minibot there, soon joined by a tan mech with treads and wings. The image zoomed in as they kissed then zoomed out as the two separated. A different video played, this time located in the woods outside of New Detroit, the two were sitting but the yellow one was leaning back against the chassis of the Decepticon, the Autobot clearly doing most of the talking even as he waved his servo about. Another clip but this time Blitzwing was laying down with his helm resting on the smaller mech's lap, looking perfectly at ease and relaxed. The image zoomed in as the yellow mech gently smiled and leaning down, the two kissed. Through it all Megatron said nothing but he watched the way his soldier became even more tense, the way his optic darted to the shouting, the silent hum of power being directed within his frame. He couldn't tell if it was towards his weapons or his engine, but he had the answer he was looking for. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
The soldier was trying very hard to stay calm but all his personalities were fighting to go to the front and foremost of his processor, demanding to say something but what could he say? Yes, he's been seeing the Autobot scout for several months. No, neither of them ever spoke about what their fractions were doing or going to do. Yes, he cared about him. No, this was not a trap to get AllSpark fragments from him. The voices in his processor fell silent when he noticed a smirk that would no doubt make a sharkticon proud; immediately all the fluids in his frame ran cold, fuel pump stalling. His audio sensors could not pick up ped steps coming from the tunnels, both heavy and light, but his spark seemed to stop when he could make out cursing and threats, faint but slowly growing louder as the ped steps came closer.
"-I get free I'm gonna fry your circuits, bolts for processor!" the minibot seethed angrily, struggling despite being bound in webbing from the techno-organic Blackarachnia. "Are you listening to me?!"
"Will you be quiet for a single klik?!" Starscream yelled back, looking ready to claw out his own audio sensors.
"Frag you!"
Seething, the seeker turned to the femme who had her own servos trying to block out all the yelling. "I thought you silenced the nuisance!" he seethed.
"I did! Apparently, his big mouth ate through my webbing," she hissed.
"That stuff better not clog my system or you're gonna get it from Ratchet!"
Megatron's optic would not stop twitching but with no warning he raised his fusion cannon and fired a blast off to the side, clearly missing the group of his loyal soldiers so it exploded behind them. The explosion caused the entire cave system to shake but it had the satisfying effect of shutting everybot up.
"… bring me the prisoner," he ordered calmly.
"A-At once, oh mighty Megatron!" Lugnut said, immediately taking the now silent Autobot from his comrades and presented to his lord and master like a trophy. The massive bomber looked up when he was told to release their prisoner but wisely said nothing and did as ordered, stepping back but keeping his optics open and focused.
Bumblebee didn't waste anytime in removing the stray strands of webbing from his frame. He was ready to stop mouthing off but that when he noticed a very quiet and still form of his secret love just standing there. "Blitzwing?" he wanted to ask what he was doing here but he watched the way the other 'Cons surrounded him in a loose circle and once more wished that that he access to his comm or better yet, his weapons. "What's going on?"
"I could ask you the very same thing, Autobot," Megatron said calmly as he stood from his throne, slowly making his way towards the smaller bot. "I know all about you and your secret meetings with one of my soldiers. It didn't take much for him to admit he was seeing you, in secret. Which is why I had my soldiers retrieve you and bring you here."
The look of shock was evident on the minibot's faceplates, eyes showing hurt/angry/betrayal as he looked at the triple changer but feeling the EM field of the warlord Bumblebee turned and fought down the urge to yelp in fright as he looked up at the imposing frame of the Decepticon warlord. "So, what? If you think you're gonna get me to tell you where our fragments are, I'm not saying anything! My team is gonna kick your afts from here all the way back to Cybertron!" he yelled, trying to put on a brave front.
"You have me all wrong, Autobot. I have no interest in anything you have to say." With the same smirk as before a servo reached out with incredible speed and gripped the smaller mech by his neck cables, easily lifting him into the air so his peds dangled. "No, the only thing I wish to hear from you are your screams." He threw his free servo back and threw a fist straight into the Autobot's chassis, right in the center of his fraction's symbol.
Plating buckled under pressure, alerts popping up but it didn't stop with that single punch. The warlord rained blow after blow on the helpless minibot, slowly crushing the neck cables; Bee was even thrown to the ground but he was never given a chance to get up much less fight back as he was dragged back to the center and beaten some more. He tried to say nothing, but he couldn't hold back a broken scream as a heavy ped came down and crushed one of his stabilizers, leaving it a shattered mess. His HUD was red with alerts and system failures, fluids leaking from his injuries but still he struggled to pull himself to safety, looking up he saw the triple-changer and reached out towards him, ready to beg for help but the next thing he remembered was a sickening crack and his processor finally shut down, unable to deal with the critical injuries.
Megatron released the minibot's helm and slowly stood from his kneeling position, flicking the excess fluids staining his digits. He looked up and meet the optics of each of his soldiers who wisely kept their derma plating shut. "Let this be a lesson to each and everyone of you. You are a Decepticon which means you are loyal to the cause, to me. Any fraternizing with the enemy will be dealt with in a manner I choose. Am I clear?"
"Yes, Lord Megatron!"
"Good. Now leave me." Without another word the Decepticons left quickly and quietly, save for Blitzwing as he was pinned in place by the penetrating gaze without looking up at him. No, his optics were locked on the broken, leaking frame on the ground, servo still stretched towards him. He barely registered the sound of something being kicked, only of the battered frame rolling towards him, broken pieces of plating scattering in the process.
"Blitzwing." Waiting until the mech was looking at him, he finished cleaning his servos of the spilt fluids and tossed the rag to the floor. "Get rid of this trash at once." With nothing else the warlord left, leaving the triple-changer with the unconscious minibot. He didn't care what happened with the Autobot, and he would be a fool if he punished one of his stronger soldiers for something so trivial, but he was certain he got the message across perfectly.
When a frame sustains a great deal of damage, the processor immediately springs into action to try and keep the frame from going into permanent stasis. In Bumblebee's case, his frame took such a brutal beating, his plating managed to bruise and even pierce the vulnerable protoform. The delicate cables in the neck were nearly crushed, restricting most of the energon flow causing systems to run slower than usual. When the stabilizer was destroyed, the very strut itself broken, everything badly damaged to the point that the processor redirected energon away from the injury. The final moment of consciousness was when something grabbed the helm from behind and slammed the helm into something hard enough to cause it to immediately shut down. While in stasis, systems immediately began running through all available programs to fight off shock and ensure the frame would recover.
Bumblebee felt like he was on a roller coaster but going at light-speed and with no tracks. He was in and out of stasis where at one point he thought he was flying, then he remembered a-a building that looked both big and small, but he remembered seeing spinning faceplates of Blitzwing talking to him, but the words were nothing but static. He also remembered bouts of pain from stinging to burning to begging for it to stop. When his processor shut down he welcomed it, wanting nothing more b for the pain to stop. It was during this time his sensors picked up something: of servos holding him carefully, of a vocalizer telling him he was sorry and he was safe, of a spark pulsing next to his audio, even the EM field tentively reaching for his. The next time Bee onlined, his HUD was clear and his chronometer said he had been in stasis for several solar cycles.
'…wh… where am… i…?' Nothing looked at all familiar, but it also looked—oldish? Optics took in that the structure was made entirely of wooden planks, given the beams holding the roof up were any indication. It looked worn, but not so much that it looked ready to fall apart on his helm. He was also sitting what something, soft but firm. It kinda looked like grass, but he had never seen yellow grass before. 'Wait, wait this is Hay. Am I, in a barn?' He remembered Sari saying something about these buildings, but far away from the city on places called farms. Optics shuddered when his systems indicated low fuel reserves but slowly he sat up, and registered the dull pain when he noticed his stabilizer was wrapped in what looked like a make-shift splint. Before he could try to figure out what happened to him, the barn's door opened and a winged bot stepped in. "Y-You!?"
"Bumblebee—jou are avake." The Decepticon made to come forward and see if he was alright but stopped when the minibot tried to scramble to his peds but collapsed when his stabilizer gave out. Instead he dragged himself through the organic material and pressed his frame into the back wall, optics narrowed, servos held before him. The triple-changer reached out with his EM field but flinched when he was hit with a lash of fear/anger/betrayal. "Let me-"
"Get back!" Bee shouted, cursing everything and everybot for not having access to his stingers. "D-Don't come near me, Decepticon!"
"… I need to check on jour injuriez," he said calmly.
"Why? So you can finish what Megatron started?" The scout winced as his processor played back several vids before he was forced into stasis, and the words said. "You told him about us. I-I trusted you!"
"I zaid nothing-"
"Then how did Megatron find out?! I-! I tru-trusted you-" Bumblebee's vocalizer began clicking and his frame felt incredibly heavy. A critical low fuel indicator popped up in his HUD but his optical sensors were starting to fritz, unaware of the traitor now kneeling before him, looking at him worriedly.
"Bumblebee, I need jou to believe me; I zaid nothing about uz."
"Frag off, you glitch."
"Jour levelz are low, jou're about to go into ztaziz."
"I hate you-" His HUD gave a final warning before completely shutting down, trying to preserve what remaining energy he had left. He failed to notice the look of fear and concern in all three faceplates on the one he believed had betrayed him.
The Decepticon forces on Earth were severely—limited. The carbon mines did an excellent job of blocking their signals from the Autobots, and there was more than enough room for all of them to move around without threatening one another, and any supplies they needed they could be easily obtained. But one thing that they did not have that the Autobots did was a trained medic. Well, a fully trained one at least.
The triple-change did not have the full coding of a licensed medic, nor the experience to practice and hone his skills, but he knew the basics and that seemed to be keeping the yellow minibot still functioning. He was also limited on medical tools but luckily he still had some items in his subspace he could use. Looking down he checked the splint he had made but so far it didn't appear that it would need to be reset. Venting deeply, Blitzwing leaned his helm back against the wall, feeling his own systems wanting to slip into recharge but as soon as his optics offlined he heard a cry for help.
Systems immediately onlined with a roar of his engine, surging to his peds as his cannons humming with power, faceplates shifting to that of his short-tempered personality but there was nothing in the barn. Another cry made him focus in on the Autobot, trembling where he laid, engine straining but unable to go anywhere. His processor was locked in a purge loop. Bumblebee was having a nightmare.
Power was redirected from his cannons, battle protocols shutting down, faceplates shifting. The mech silently moved towards the minibot, sitting next to him he reached out and carefully, held him in his lap. The moment the yellow helm settled on his chestplates, the trembling stopped and the injured Autobot leaned into him, servo coming in and clutching at his plating. While online he was afraid of him, and refused to believe him, but now he was clinging to him for security, calming as he wrapped his servos around him tighter. Grabbing the old tarp he had found earlier, he made sure his tiny dancer was covered even as he rubbed his helm, gently rubbing a digit along one of the audio horns.
"My zweet little Bumbly-Bee," he said quietly, watching over him as he slept.
"ZILENCE! I ZAID ZILENCE!"
The sound of laser fire blasting through the air followed by the frantic squawking of birds roused Bumblebee from his deep recharge cycle. Panicking, he brought his servos up and once more cursed that he didn't have access to his trusty stingers.
"VHAT ARE JOU LOOKING AT?!"
He tried getting up to his peds, but nearly fell when his badly injured stabilizer refused to support his weight. Cursing under his vents, he forced himself up and hobbled to the entrance, leaning heavily on the door to push it open but he could only stare at the backplates of the triple-changer who was very tense, his cannons slightly smoking.
"B-Blitzwing?" Bee couldn't help but flinch when he whirled, cannons now aimed at him but as quickly as he had turned, the faceplates shifted to reveal the calmer of the personalities, cannons immediately pointing away. "… what are you doing?"
"… I am making zure jou will be zafe," he said simply but quickly moved forward and picked up the minibot. "Jou zhould be rezting," he said, ignoring the way the Autobot yelled at him and entered the barn, closing the door and setting him back where he was resting.
Once he was put down, the scout tried to pull himself back, but Blitzwing settled next to him and began tending to his injury. He made to hit him even though he knew it would be pointless but he something was forced into his servos. "What's this?" he asked suspiciously.
"It vill help jour self-repair," he answered. Not once did he looked at him as he continued checking the stabilizer, checking welds but when the Decepticon looked up he nodded to the downed scout. "Drink."
Bee wanted to be petty, wanted to throw it at his helm and get as far from this mech as possible, but he didn't. He did glare at him as he took a sip; it reminded him a bit of the oil blend Ratchet would make them drink, something about helping the nanites in their systems, or something. "Where did you get this?" he asked as he continued sipping at it.
"I made it." Although his digits were broad, they were gentle and careful as they made sure everything was still set. Thankfully, the strut was still set and the welds were still holding. The 'Con didn't realize he was stroking the yellow plating until he noticed but his little Autobot said nothing. Looking up at him he noticed that his optics were dimmed and most of the medicine he had given him was gone but his grip was lax. "Jou zhould rezt zome more."
"No! I-I mean, 'm fine," Bee said, optics brightening for a bit as he drank the rest of the liquid, venting softly. He didn't fight it as Blitzwing took it back, nor when he covered him with what appeared to be some kind of blanket/tarp, but he refused to recharge. "… why are you doing this?"
"I am rezponzible for vhat happened to jou." Venting deeply, the triple-changer sat away, not looking at the Autobot but his EM field was pulled in tightly, wings twitching slightly. "Zomehow, megatron knew I vaz zeeing jou. He zhowed me videoz of uz together; I zought he vould have me uze you but he never azked." His servos tightened into fists, plating creaking as they shook slightly. "He vaz—dizpleazed." A click followed by whirling gears and the faceplates shifted to that of the one referred to as Hothead. "THE NEXT TIME I ZEE ZOZE FRAGGERZ I'LL DEZTROY ZEM!" he bellowed, his cannons heating up but before they could deploy the faceplates shifted back to the Icy personality. "Forgive me. I am having trouble controlling meinzself."
"… s'right." Even though he was still mad at him, Bumblebee remembered the shocked look on his faceplates when he was dragged in. "Blitz-"
"Hov vere jou captured?" he asked, interrupting him.
"Um, I-I was on my way back to the base, but I heard something behind me…" Bumblebee frowned, his processor pulling up his memory file. "It was Starscream and Lugnut. I didn't know why they were in the city, but it didn't take me long to realize they were after me. I tried coming my team, but I was also trying to get the two away from the humans… didn't realize, they were leading me into… a trap." He remembered driving, speeding through the streets, sometimes transforming so he could utilize his stingers, but he never saw the spider webs the covered every part of the alley until it was too late. "Spider… webbing everywhere…" His HUD lit up, warning him of a pending recharge that refused to be dismissed. His optics grew darker, shuddering slowly. "B-Blitz…"
"It'z alright. Rezt, I vill vatch over jou," he said quietly, tucking the blanket around him more securely. Bee tried to stay awake, wanting to tell him something but he couldn't and fell back into recharge.
The warlord looked like a titan, towering over him, optics burning like the deepest level of the Pitt. The smirk on his faceplates made the Autobot's spark sputter, threatening to extinguish itself.
"You have me all wrong, Autobot. I have no interest in anything you have to say."
His vocalizer wrapped around his processor, ceasing most of his motor functions. He found himself unable to move, to speak, to do anything but stare into those burning optics. A servo reached out and grabbed him by the neck cables; he could feel the strength behind the digits and knew he could crush his vocalizer with absolutely no effort, easily lifting him up as though he weighted nothing.
"No, the only thing I wish to hear from you are your screams." A crushing pain suddenly struck him in the chassis, right where his insignia was located. The plating immediately buckled under the pressure, pain sensors immediately registering damage. The unfortunate bot hit the ground but he was in no position to stop the blows from raining down on him, plating breaking under the intense pressure. Wires snapped, protoflesh was bruised, cables tore which began leaking but even so the Autobot was pulled back and beaten some more. Vocalizer emitted static, trying to say something but when he felt a crushing pain came from his stabilizer, he screamed in pain. His HUD flashed red, warning of imminent stasis-
"Bumblebee! Vake up!"
The scout onlined with a strangled exvent, systems running hot, processor struggling to process that it was a bad memory flux. Bumblebee recognized the barn but it was dark outside, meaning it was the middle of the night but he didn't bother with his chronometer. His spark was pulsing erratically in his chassis, his oil pressure at an all time high, but he was also aware that he was being held, the other's heat spreading into his frame. His servos were also clutching at the ones wrapped around him, but whose were they?
"Are jou alright?"
Oh. It was him. "… I-I'm awake." He meant to say alright or fine, but he wasn't. Not really. And why was he still clinging to him. Slowly looking around he realized he was sitting in the Decepticon's lap, the blanket still wrapped around him. Tilting his helm to look at the other mech, he shuddered his optics when he found himself looking at the least sane of the trio. "Um, Blitz?"
"That'z mein name!"
"Yeah… why are you holding me?"
"Becauze… jou are my cute little Bumbly-Bee!" he cackled and hugged the minibot tighter but loosened his grip slightly when the unfortunately bot yelp in discomfort. "Zorry!"
"It's okay," Bee said, still miffed that the larger mech called him little and cute, and any other time he would have refused to be treated like a toy, but he realized he really didn't mind it. Venting softly he leaned his helm back into the chassis and offlined his optics. He wasn't quite asleep but he could feel his recharge cycle starting up. His sensors picked up a faint sensation on his plating, a light, rubbing sensation. It took him a bit to realize that Blitzwing was stroking his plating. Sometimes his digit would trace a weld, or a dent before resuming the soothing strokes. The scout smiled faintly and curled more into the other mech, slowly drifting into recharge. The last thing he remembered was hearing the mech murmur something under his vents, servos carefully tightening around him.
Despite the very limited materials and medical aid, the maintenance-bot-turned-soldier was healing very well. After several solar cycles he was able to stand and walk for a bit but due to his strut still mending, he could not transform. Bee was still well outside of comm range so he couldn't tell his team where he was (he still wasn't sure for that matter, but Blitzwing did say they were still in the same state), but he also apologized to the other mech for thinking he had betrayed him. The Decepticon accepted, and for the first time in cycles, they kissed. But they also knew they could not stay hidden anymore. Sooner or later, their fractions would find them.
"What will Megatron do?" Bumblebee asked as he watched his love check his stabilizer.
"I do not knov. I admit, I am zurprized he did not zend the otherz to find me, but I had never given him a reazon to betray him like zome otherz," he explained. Satisfied with his findings, he nodded and sat back but absently he continued to stroke the yellow plating beneath his digits. "I vill not leave the Decepticonz, but I will not join the Autobotz."
"Same here. We got our reasons, and we're both loyal to our team leaders." And he knew they couldn't just leave the planet. Where would they go? And he did not abandon those he cared about. But thinking about them he knew they were all worried about him, especially Sari. "… we have to go back."
"I knov."
"But, I don't wanna leave you."
"I knov."
"And no one can know about us."
"I knov."
"I know you know! Geez, and I thought Random was the annoying one outta you three," the minibot grumbled, but he missed the tiny smile Icy had given him. "Blitz?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you." There was no answer but the other mech stopped stroking his stabilizer and looked up at him. Bee didn't expect an answer; he knew the glitch loved him. But after this, there was no telling if they would ever be able to see each other again. Go big or go home. Slowly, the yellow bot moved closer until he was sitting on the tan and purple mech's lap, then leaned in and kissed him. He put he felt into the kiss, telling him much more than what three little words could ever do. The larger frame rumbled and his large servos came up and pulled him as tightly as he dared. The both of knew this could possibly be their last time together, and they wanted it to be something they would remember forever.
With one servo on his smaller lover's backplates, the triple-changer gently lowered him down to the floor of the barn. His engine was thrumming with power, charge rapidly running coursing through his system, but damned if he wasn't going to take his time. Breaking the kiss he sat up and trailed his servos along the compact frame, tracing seams and slipping the tips of his digits in gaps as plating flared open. "Mein," he murmured and leaning down, kissed his bug's lip plates, down the neck cabling, everywhere he could reach.
Neither mechs knew what the future held for them, especially since the tyrannical leader of the Decepticons knew of their relationship, but if this was to be their last time together they would make the most of it. Blitzwing memorized everything he did, everything he heard, felt. It would never be the same as the real thing but it would be a small piece of comfort he could have all to himself. Bumblebee never felt more alive than he did right now, being brought to new heights of pleasure he didn't know was possible. He knew when he got back his team would never leave him alone, but right now they were the last thing on his processor. He wanted to continue seeing his giant glitch of a lover, and he would find a way to do it no matter what. Collapsing on the floor his systems vented heavily, aware of the servos still on him.
"Mein," the triple-changer said lowly, stroking the condensation covered frame with firm strokes. "All mein."
"… y-yours… only…" Bee gasped weakly, looking at him even as his optics dimmed and he fell into a deep recharge.
It took several more solar cycles before the two knew they could no longer stay hidden. Blitzwing made certain that there was no trace of them in the barn and in the dead of night, flew them back until they were several miles outside the city limits of New Detroit. Bumblebee's systems allowed him to transform, but the Decepticon made him promise to see their grumpy medic as soon as possible.
"I know, geez! I already said I was gonna," he pouted.
"I am merely making zure," he said with a slight smile.
"… hey, Blitz?"
"Hmm."
"What's Megatron gonna do, when you go back?"
"… I do not know." The minibot didn't say anything, but turned silently he went up and wrapped his upper stabilizers around his waist, burying his faceplates in his chestplates. His own servos came up and wrapped around the yellow mech, hugging him tightly.
"I love you, Blitz."
"I know." He released him once he felt the Autobot pull back and watched as he transformed and drove off. He continued watching even until he could no longer see him no matter how hard he tried. 'I love jou.'
Author's Notes: Blitzwing and Bumblebee once more and I can mark another request as complete. I'm sorry for taking so long and if you are still with me, thank you for putting up with my procrastination ^^ This was requested by TheBestDayEver who wanted something a bit different. I hope you enjoy it and it was fun to write a bit about Blitz's different personalities more. I imagine it's not easy having three voices in your head, each so different from one another.
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