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: He's always been unseen, hiding in the shadows, and was content until a minibot the color of the sun light up his dark existence. Now, he'll do anything to protect that light whether the minibot wants his help or not.
Title: Love is NOT Illogical
Pairing: ShockwavexBumblebee (Animated)
Request: Junipei (AO3)
"Morning Shockwave!"
The moment he heard that the slender mech froze. His antennas twitched ever so slightly but he forced himself to continue his work. "Good morning, Bumblebee," the mech answered back without looking away from the screen.
The minibot stopped and walked over to where the other mech was sitting, typing away. Now he knew better than to try and say, startle him or annoy him, but he did move closer. Bee was amazed at how fast he was typing away and the fact that he could keep track of so many monitors at once.
"Is there something you need?" Not that he wasn't exactly bothered by the smaller bot, but the short-statured bot could be very distracting without realizing it. He was so close he could feel their EM fields nearly touching even as he pulled his own in as tightly as he could.
"No, not really. You know, I heard being an intel bot meant you had to be like really smart and know what to look for. Don't think I could do this all cycle," Bee answered with a slight shrug.
"True, it would require you to actually be still for more than a cycle or two at a time." Knowing that his aloof attitude and cold personality program pushed many bots away from him, Shockwave suspected the same would be of the minibot. Which was fine, he didn't mind being alone as it enabled him to get his work done as efficiently as possible. He was surprised when he heard laughter behind him, soon followed by the warm touch of a servo patting him on his shoulder pauldron.
"Yeah, you got me there!" bumblebee grinned, momentarily leaning into his co-worker before pulling back. "I better go, see ya around!" With that he was gone.
The violet and black mech continued sitting there, digits hovering over the keyboard for several long kliks. His plating was still warm where the servo had touched him, his antennas were twitching erratically, and his processor kept replaying the yellow mech's laugh. Eventually, he forced himself to focus back to his task he was given but he found it hard to concentrate as he kept glancing up just in case the minibot came back around.
Most of the cycle was done and Shockwave and pleased to note that he not only completed his work, but he also was caught up with his primary tasks, it gave him a chance to complete some of the lesser tasks. He caught on surveillance several events that would have no doubt spelled disaster, so he was quick to forward them to those who needed to know (he still wondered why on Cybertron did Wheeljack continue to have access with combustible materials) but he also found himself following Bumblebee as he went about his cycle. And perhaps, he tapped into the video feed of him during his training session but that was because he was required to view all logs just in case.
Bumblebee was fast on his peds, using the wheels at his peds to his advantage, and while not overly large he was compact, and quite agile. But he also noted he tended to talk. All. The. Time.
'It appears that the only thing faster than his peds is his derma plating,' he mused to himself. Still, the intelligence agent tried to get back to his duties but he wound find himself looking over the minibot via the cameras. By the time he knew it, his shift was over and he felt as though he had given his all as he usually did. But before he could leave for his hab suite, he was interrupted once more.
"Hey Shockwave! You going home already?" Bumblebee asked as he headed towards him.
"That was the general idea, yes." It would be so easy to leave him and return to his home, to forget about this annoying little mech; so why on Cybertron was he still here listening to him drone on!?
"That's no fun. Hey, why don't you join us for a few drinks?" Without even waiting for a response, Bumblebee grabbed Shockwave's clawed servo and lead/dragged the mech with him back to his group. "Look who's gonna be joining us!"
They were some polite nods, a few bots muttering greetings, but most of them pretty much ignored the Intelligence Officer. One of the bots pulled the yellow speedster to the side and whispered to him, "Um, Bee? Why is he joining us?" he asked.
"Huh? I invited him."
"I get that, but he barely talks to anybot, and other bots have invited him out but he turns them down so they just stopped. Plus," the mech glanced at the silent mech, resisting the urge to shudder as he looked directly at his direction, "he's creepy."
"Lay off him, will ya! Shockwave is just invested in his job, and he hasn't told me no. Just give him a chance." Before anything else was said, the group began to head out. Bumblebee decided to walk with Shockwave even though they were in the back of the small group.
"Where are we going?" the violet mech asked.
"Maccadam's Old Oil House. Ever been there?"
"Can't say that I have."
"Oh, you don't know what you've been missing, then! Best drinks in all of Cybertron, and believe me, there are even some drinks you can only get there," the yellow and blank minibot said before launching into everything he knew about the place. Some of the group groaned, clearly having heard it all before, but for Shockwave he found himself hanging onto every tiny detail being said. It didn't take them long to arrive to the building with the neon sign fully lit, as though guiding mechs and femmes to enter. Shockwave paused, wondering if he would be able to leave but once more a small servo took his own and he found himself being pulled inside.
The inside was clearly spacious, with a large bar taking up a wall, multiple shelves of bottles lining the back wall as mechs and femmes filled orders. There were also booths tuck away, tables with chairs, and taller tables were some bots stood around. Music was playing and colorful lights lit up the otherwise dim interior. There was even a slightly raised platform for some bots were dancing to the music. Overall, Shockwave was not impressed but hearing Bumblebee exclaimed his joy at having arrived, he found himself not wanting to leave just yet.
"Hey, I'm gonna grab us a table before it's taken," someone said. Most joined him as well, a few of them mentioned having noticed some bot they knew and would meet up later. Bee grinned and led the officer to the bar.
"Hey Bee, back so soon?" the bartender said as she filled a glass from the taps.
"Why, you tired of seeing my handsome faceplates?" he grinned, sitting on the bar stool.
"Sweetspark, you know you're too short to be my type," the femme teased before placing a napkin down before the two of them. "Your pal here, tall but I like my mechs to have some more mass on them."
"Oh, you're so funny, Coldfire," the speeder said sarcastically. "Anyway, this is Shockwave, and believe it or not but this is his first time ever here."
"Wait, seriously?" The way the femme was looking at him made him just slightly unnerved.
"I am not in the habit of "going out" after work," he responded coolly.
"Oh ho, so you're onna those types. Figures." Before the mech could demand what she meant by that, she turned her attention back to the minibot. "So, short stuff, your usual?"
"Yeah, oh and the same for my pals," he said, gesturing to the table where they were sitting.
"Coming up. And you?" Now she had her attention on the slender mech.
"… what do you recommend?"
"Hmmm." Coldfire stepped back, stroking his chin with a digit as her yellow-green optics studied him intently. Her wings twitched, clawed digits idly tapping against her plating, before nodding. "You strike me as a Stanixian Energon type of mech." Without waiting for a response, the femme headed down the bar, activating her thrusters to fly up and retrieved a bottle from one of the higher shelves. Landing, she walked back to them, setting a glass before him. "8491343AM.97 vintage for the new customer. And a Mudder's Milk for the little one."
"The more you call me names, the less your tip is gonna be," Bumblebee warned but he took the oil can anyway. Coldfire said nothing but she was smirking as she left them to enjoy their drinks, wings twitching in show of her amusement. Turning to his co-worker, the minibot grinned as he held up his drink. "Enjoy!"
The Intelligence Officer said nothing but looking at his drink, he was mildly pleased to see there was a straw for him to drink from. Looking at the brightly colored fuel, he took a sip and was surprised at the rich taste of it, the smoothness as it made its way down to his fuel tanks. Even his olfactory sensors were picking up the aroma of janquora and smilez, a near perfect blend of sweet and tart. Taking another sip, he realized that Bumblebee was staring at him. "Is something wrong?" he asked.
"N-No, I mean—never mind." That's what he got for staring, but he always wondered about the other mech. Taking a deep drink from his own he vented deeply, placing the empty oil can down. "Now that hit just the spot."
"Indeed." Shockwave never saw the logic behind refined energon or the oil drinks he would hear others mention in passing, fuel was fuel as long as it did what it was designed to do. But this was rapidly becoming very enjoyable. He didn't even realize he had finished his glass. Before he could process if he wanted another the seeker femme came back, placing another glass and can before them.
"Round two," she said even as she placed several drinks down and slid them down the counter to awaiting servos.
"Just put it on my tab," Bumblebee shouted to her. As the two continued talking, neither of them noticed a bot silently approaching them until a slender light blue upper stabilizer draped itself around the minibot's shoulder pauldrons.
"Surprise-to-see-you-here," came the rapid response as the slender mech leaned in closer. "I-thought-you-said-you-were-too-busy-to-come-out."
"I was busy. I just happened to finished everything sooner than I thought," the minibot explained but didn't shrug the limb off. "Oh, Blurr, you know Shockwave don't cha? He works in intelligence like you!" he said, turning to the other mech.
"Agent Blurr. I have read your file; reportedly the fastest bot in all of Cybertron," Shockwave said with a slow nod of his helm. He couldn't explain it, but seeing the way the other mech was leaning in close to the yellow mech, their plating in constant contact, made him feel—upset.
"Shockwave. Strange, only-times-I-ever-see-you-is-behind-your-desk-spying-on-everybot," the agent said in his usual rapid dialect. "How-do-you-know-Bumblebee?"
"He invited me here. And if I am understanding correctly, he turned down your invitation." If he had actual derma plating, he would be smirking. He was also pleased to see the way Blurr frowned at him.
"L-Like I said, I wasn't sure I was gonna come but I'm here now. So, everything's alright, right?" Bumblebee may be an Elite Guardsmech, but sometimes he was just a little bit naïve. "Oh, my friends have a table if you wanna join us?" he offered the speedster as he looked up at him.
"Later. Let's-dance. This-is-one-of-my-favorite-songs." Without any warning, Blurr grabbed Bumblebee's servo and pulled him off his stool and onto the dance platform. Even with that many bots dancing, they were easily seen by their bright plating. Pressing close, white-blue servos slid over yellow plating, holding the smaller mech close as their frames moved to the rhythm of the music playing.
Shockwave watched them even as he sipped at his drink, forcing himself to savor the rich taste. He would the first to say that he did not get out much, nor was he well adverse in the latest trends the younger bots were into, but he could and did appreciate the finer things. Such as the way the lights glided over Bumblebee's frame as he moved, making the yellow paint nanites seem to positive glow. His claws tighten over his glass as different servos slid over said plating, imaging that they were his own instead.
A dark orange femme skated to the bar, setting her tray of empty glasses on the bar and began loading it with more. "Table Seven wants another refill," the waitress said.
"Coming up." The seeker wordlessly began filling up glasses and looked at the dance platform as she passed them over. "Blurr's at it again."
"He's a big flirt, but you gotta admit, the mech has moves," the smaller femme said with a slight shrug. "Besides, I heard he's trying to get the cutie he's dancing with to go out with him."
"He has a chance of that like he has a chance of you winning the Tour de Orgenon, Lickety-Split."
"Just you wait, Coldfire! I'm gonna beat Lightyear's record!" she said as she hefted the heavy tray up.
"Or bond with him!" The seeker laughed at the other femme's retreating back before turning back to her duties. But neither of them realized that the lone mech had been listening in. His claws had already scored the glass so much, it was a miracle it didn't break.
Blurr, was attempting to go on a date with Bumblebee? It really should not matter to him what bots did together, but he refused to accept that. Blurr was a decorative agent, and good at his job, but he was not worthy of the minibot's attention. Looking up at them, the Intelligence Officer could see that the speedster was holding the yellow mech very close, his servos were resting too comfortably on the yellow hips. The minibot seemed uncertain, frame tense but that was all he needed to see.
'Unacceptable.' The word seemed to echo in his processor but even as he silently stood and left several shanix for his drinks and those of Bumblebee's, Shockwave left. That mech was clearly—unacceptable.
Something was going on, and for all his bravado and boasting, Bumblebee had what it took to be an Elite Guardsmech, this was beginning to scare the transmission fluid outta him! It seemed to have started when he went to Fortress Maximus only to find out that Blurr had been badly injured and was in medical-induced stasis. No bot thought much of it until somebot said he had been attached by another bot. Perhaps somebot was out to get him for something, but several cycles later the something similar happened to both Prowl and Jazz. Both were the best in the Cyber-Ninja Corps, opposites in personality components but both good friends. Prowl has mentioned it was a tall mech but like Blurr, they were put under stasis as they recovered. But what made Bumblebee unnerved were the sudden gifts he received. No return address, no data so they could be tracked, and only unlocked/opened with his EM field. They were always sent to him here at Fortress Maximus, which gave him a little bit of relief but it still freaked him out.
'What in the Pitt is going on?' he thought to himself, deeply immersed in his processor, he failed to realize there was a bot standing behind him, calling out his designation.
"Bumblebee?" A servo reached out, touching his shoulder pauldron.
The distracted minibot yelped and whirled on his peds, only to trip over himself and landed on his aft on the floor. Spark spinning frantically in his chassis, he looked up at the concerned gaze of one of his commanding officers and dearest friend. "B-Boss bot?"
"I'm sorry! I kept calling your designation," Optimus Prime asked even as he extended a servo to the fallen minibot. Once Bumblebee grabbed his servo, he helped him to his peds. "Are you alright?"
"Who me? Oh y-yeah, totally! A-OK boss bot!" Usually when he said that, everybot believed him, but this Prime knew him better than most. "… actually, I'm not fine. Just, all of what's been going on… I'm-" But he cut himself off.
"You're scared." The red and blue mech vented softly but reached out and gently gripped the minibot by his pauldrons. "It's okay to be scared, Bumblebee. We're all concerned, but the medics have already said that Blurr, Prowl, and Jazz are recovering and so far, there appears to be no permanent damage."
"Really? Well, that's something," he said with a small smile. "But, why were you looking for me?"
"A courier bot came by looking for you." Releasing him, the Prime reached into his subspace and withdrew a package. Like the others, the only thing on there was the minibot's designation, and the location of the Fortress. When he held it out to the smaller mech, he noticed the look of apprehension on his faceplates. "Bumblebee?"
"It's like the others I've gotten before," he said quietly. Slowly, he took the package only to find a locked crate inside. Allowing it to register his Em field, it clicked open to reveal a set of mods that would increase the electricity levels of his own stingers, but would also enable them to fire out electrical blasts from a distance. Bee vented as he closed the box and closed his optics. "Why me?"
Optimus has never seen the minibot looked so lost. He was normally a loud, excitable mech who refused to let anything get him down. He wished he knew what to say, but once more he reached out and rested his servo on his shoulder pauldron. Just as he was able to say something that he hoped would help, another vocalizer broke through the silence.
"There you are! Primus, doesn't anybot answer their comm links anymore?!" Sentinel Prime demanded as he stormed towards the two mechs. Decks in dark blues with orange accents, this mech was easily one of the most disliked bots on the whole planet. Once he saw the box, he sneered but clearly not in jealousy. "You know having packages delivered here goes against the rues, Bumbler!"
"We don't know who sent it, Sentinel. I was able to suggest we take it to the Research and Development or Intelligence to see if we can track who sent it," Optimus said, even as his servo gently slid from the shoulder to the backplates. "Ready, Bumblebee?"
"Y-Yeah." To be honest they had already tried, but maybe this time they could get lucky? Unfortunately, Sentinel proved to be an even bigger aft as he snatched the crate from his servos and opened it. "Give that back!" Bumblebee yelled, kicking himself for not locking it back up.
"What on Cybertron—these are illegal mods!" Furious blue optics immediately turned to the minibot, ignoring the jealous streak tightening the grip on him. "Illegal mods are not only against the rules, but having them installed can get you banned from the Elite Guard! What do you have to say about this?!"
"In case you haven't notice, I don't have them installed! I just got them and I have no idea who sent them!" the minibot yelled back. It was also frowned upon for yelling at a superior officer, but he was stressed out as it were, and the blue glitch with his asteroid-sized chin yelling at him wasn't making this any easier. "So, give it back!"
With all the yelling and arguing, it didn't take long for everybody to come see what was going on and for the crate to not only be confiscated, but for all three mechs to be taken in for questioning. Optimus was let go since his only part was accepting the package and trying to get the other two to stop yelling at each other, but he waited around. Soon Sentinel was also released but he stormed off while muttering obscenities under his vents. Several kliks passed when bumblebee was released and he looked even more lost than before. "Bumblebee, if there's anything I can do to help, just let me know, okay?" he offered quietly.
"… I'm scared, Optimus. I-I don't know what to do," the yellow and black said so quietly, he wasn't sure the other mech heard him. Once more he felt the servo on his pauldron that he reached up and gripped it as tightly as he could.
Unknown to either of them, a bot had been watching and was not pleased with the results. He had hoped his gifts were show his true intentions, but they seemed to be having the opposite effect. Claws stripped the metal from the walls as he watched the Prime comfort his intended, cursing him.
'I will not fail my mission,' he thought to himself as he stalked off, a plan already forming in his processor.
Several cycles later both Optimus and Sentinel Prime were rushed to the Cybertron Central Infirmary located within Metroplex. Like the others, they were attacked by an unknown assailant, but their injuries were much more severe. Sentinel's voice box had been completed ripped out, his own mods such as his battle lance and Skyboom shield had been forcible removed. Optimus was actually missing his entire upper stabilizer which was located, but it was also badly mangled. He had also been able to get a glimpse of their attacker, but nothing concrete.
'Boss bot said it was a tall bot, and he seemed to have cables or something with sharp claws. And there was always a bright red light.' Needless to say, the entire Elite Guard was on high defense and orders were given to keep an optic open and not to travel anywhere alone. Like many others, Bumblebee was in his hab suite, going over what Optimus had told him when he had went by to visit him and the others.
"Whoever did this, he was like a bot possessed. He kept saying something about no bot being worthy."
'But worthy of what?' For some reason, the minibot felt like he was connected to all of this for some reason and he hated it. Shaking his helm, he decided to try and get his processor to focus on a marathon of past games of Cube that was playing. For several precious joors, the minibot forgot about his worries and stress plaguing his processor. By the time it was over, Bumblebee felt better and he was ready for some deep recharge.
"Better pick up first," he vented to himself, picking up empty oil cans and energon cubes. As he cleaned up, he turned off his holoscreen and was ready for recharge when he noticed something on the floor just behind his door. It was simple data pad, but what threw him off was that he had triple checked that he had locked his door when he arrived home. The pad was too big to fit under the door, and he know it hadn't been there when he arrived earlier. Which could only mean somebot had managed to enter his hab suite when he was watching the games, left it, then relocked his door.
'But why me?' It took everything Bumblebee had not to start panicking but he forced himself to walk towards it, kneeling he picked it up gingerly. He was prepared to throw it out, but as soon as it registered his EM field, it lit up. With a startled yelp the minibot dropped and fell back on his aft, scrambling away. It took him a bit to realize that like the packages, this one had also been keyed in to only his EM field. After a few kliks, Bee swallowed his fear and crawled towards the fallen pad, picking it up. Opening the screen, he was greeted with a message addressed to him.
'Bumblebee,
I have been watching you for a long time, your mere presence impossible to ignore for it has lighten my dark world. I have lived in the shadows for so long, resigned myself to living a cycle where I am forever alone, but you have not only brought light to my darkness, you have awoken things inside me I did not imagine existed. But, like myself you draw in others with your light. Those, who are not worthy.
"No bot being worthy." Hadn't Optimus mentioned something about the attacker saying that?
'You may not see if, but there are those that are drown to your light but they are not worthy of it. I will not let them take your light, so I took on the role of your protector, a Guardian. My intentions were to merely prove their unworthiness, and to warn them not to try and take you away from me.
'I understand that you are confused, and perhaps fearful, but I swear on my spark that my intention is not to harm you. So, I am asking for a mere request. Meet with me at these coordinated when Luna-1 has reached its peak, listen to what I have to say. Please, that is all I ask of you.'
This was proof, whoever had been attacking everybot had some associated with Bumblebee in some way. But that was still didn't tell him who it could be. Bee continued to kneel on the floor, looking at the coordinates. If he was smart, he would have reported this in, would have asked somebot he knew he could trust to come with him, to make sure this wouldn't happen to someone close. Checking his chronometer, the minibot tucked the data pad into his subspace and slowly got to his peds. Without another word, he stepped out of his hab suite, following the GPS to the coordinates given.
By the time Bumblebee arrived to the location, Luna-1 was high in the sky, visible for all the see but the coordinates had him at the highest point of Cybertron. From his vantage, he could see all of Metroplex in its glory, but why here? The building had been long since abandoned but was still standing. Bee had slowly made his way to the roof and took a good look around, seeing that if anything did happen, there would be no bot around to help him.
'Starting to think this was a really bad idea.'
"Bumblebee." A lone frame stepped out from the shadows of the rooftop, allowing the light of Luna-1 to illuminate him. "I am pleased that you answered my communication."
"No… it-it can't be… Shockwave?" Bumblebee tried clearing his optics but the image was still the same and very real. He could only stand there, frozen as the other mech slowly approached him, looking at him with his single red optic. "It was you…"
"Yes. Blurr was the first, having seen the way he treated you that cycle at Maccadam's. I waited for him and spoke with him, how he could fail to notice how uncomfortable you were with him touching you but he said some vulgar things as well." His clawed digits curled into a tight fist; the same one he had used to beat the agent into near stasis. "He was most unworthy of your light."
"… that was my choice to make, not yours. And what about Prowl and Jazz? Optimus? They are my friends and you-you hurt them!" He had thought the Intelligence officer was his friend as well.
"Friends yes, but they also took liberties with you as well. They touched you, while I should be the only one allowed to." Unclenching his fist, the slender, violet mech reached out and used the tip of his claws to tilt the yellow helm up as he leaned in, watching him intently. "Optimus I could forgive, but he should not have stopped me from punishing that one who should not have been named Prime."
It was clear who he meant, but Bumblebee felt nauseous. How could he think that he would accept this mech attacking his friends for what, touching him or some slag like that? Sure, Sentinel was a huge aft, but the medics were saying he may never be able to talk without being in pain. "You… you!" Ignoring the slight scratch from the digits as he pulled back, he reached up and shoved him with both servos as hard as he could, making Shockwave back up several steps. "You're a monster! I never asked you to be my anything and I certainly never wanted you to attack my friends! I can handle myself just fine; and what's with all that slag about not letting anybot but you touch me? I don't belong to you or anybot else, Shockwave!" His engine was running hard and heavy, spark pulsing heavily in his chassis. He wanted to punch the other mech in the optic, to shatter his optic and teach him a lesson himself. "I thought you were my friend, but I don't know who, or what you are. Just-Just, stay away from me. No more packages, no more data pads, nothing." Stepping away, the minibot struggled not to start crying, shuddering his optics repeatedly as he turned to leave but just as he was about to reach the door to lead back inside. Unfortunately, Bee forgot one of the most important lessons the academy forced them to keep in their processor. Never turn your backplates to someone who may be threat.
Something wrapped around him from behind, pinning his servos to his side then pulled him back before he could even process what was going on. By then it was too late, something hacked his processor and he felt the fear as everything was either disabled remotely or forcefully shut down. His spark pulsed rapidly in his chassis in fear as his HUG alerted him into emergency shut down then there was nothing but darkness.
The downside of entering emergency shutdown was that it took a while for systems to catch up. Even during times of high alert, bots could be awoken by a specific medical code that was preinstalled that bypassed the usual functions to "wake up faster." But Bee had been hacked and forced into stasis, making his diagnosis run to make sure everything was operating smoothly.
'C'mon, go faster, slagit,' he mentally told himself, knowing already something was wrong when he could move any part of his frame, and it grew when several of his commands came back red for disabled.
[Comm Link: Disabled.]
[Transformation: Disabled.]
[Weapons: Disabled.]
[Movement: Limited.]
[Sensory Net: Unstable/Interference.]
Wait. Unstable? What interference? Bumblebee focused on that but that's when he was dimly aware that he could feel that he was on a berth (couldn't really tell if it was his own), servos above his helm but he couldn't feel his digits. There was something that kept him from feeling them, like the sensors had been blocked. But now he was aware that he wasn't allow as digits trailed over his frame, tracing seams. Slowly, they stopped by the bound mech knew he was still there.
"I know you're awake. It's illogical to keep pretending otherwise."
Shockwave. Optics onlined, taking a few astroseconds to clear and focus on the mech above him. Taking a quick glance Bumblebee could tell he was most defiantly not in his berthroom, it was really dark (were the windows covered or something?), and the other mech was leaning over him. The most he could move was his helm and frame, but not only were his peds tied down with what looked like cables with very little leeway, but his servos were locked in stasis cuffs and tied to the head of the berth. Would also explain why his sensory network said there was interference. Glaring at the single-optic mech, Bumblebee was ready to let him have it but the most he could saw was static. He had also been silenced, just like Sentinel.
"Do not worry, Bumblebee. Everything I have disabled is only temporary. I do wish it did not come to this, but you have left me no choice." Slowly, he reached up to trail a digit down the silver faceplates, but stopped when the smaller mech abruptly turned away from his touch. Shockwave didn't press on but he didn't pull away either; instead, he continued to silently worship the compact frame, stroking the subtle curves, tracing transformation seams, listening to every sound his frame made. "No one ever notices me, they assume I am merely a drone, that I am incapable of even the most basic of needs such as companionship. Everybot… except for you," he began to explain, stroking his claws along a slender hip, feeling the plating clamp down even tighter to the protoform. "You are the only one who greets me every cycle, who takes the time to speak with me despite my many attempts to ignore you. Others have tried, merely to satisfy their own curiosity but you persisted… I came to enjoy those brief moments." His other servo once more slid up the frame, moving up the bound stabilizer so he was leaning over the minibot, looking down at him. "You, lit up my cycles in ways not even Hadden could."
Under much (much) different circumstances, Bee might have thought that was pretty romantic in a super cheesy kinda way, but he was still creeped out. Every touch made his plating rattle, but despite how tightly the plating was clamped down there was a tingling charge slowly rising. He tried to fight it down, but it was difficult since Shockwave was deliberately being gentle. He tried to still the trembling as the non-existent faceplates pressed into the side of his neck cables, wondering if he had lip plates how they would feel, would he still feel a charge if his digits weren't dangerous-looking claws?
'Okay, stop thinking that! He slagging botnapped you! You do not want this! You do not want any of this!' he yelled to himself but it was getting so fragging hard to ignore it! The taller mech was being so careful, not leaving so much as a scratch on him but when the tips traced one of his seams, a tip managed to tug a wire that lay close to the underside. He was expecting pain, but the sudden pleasure made his invent sharply and arched into the touch instead of away.
"Do not fight this, Bumblebee. I could never hurt you." He couldn't hurt him; it was why he had placed the stasis cuffs on him so he didn't hurt himself trying to get away. Perhaps he could have gone about this a different way, but he didn't want anybot else to taint his light. The intelligence officer continued to gently tug at the wire as he stroked the trembling frame, mapping out those that made the compact engine purr, avoiding those that made him twitch in discomfort, and played with those that made him arch into him. But the ones that made his temperature jump, amping his internal charge. Although he had disabled his vocalizer, he could hear his systems running harder and faster, could feel his ex-vents against his audio antennas, could see the way his plating unlocked so his digits to dig in deeper. "Yes, just like that. Don't think, just feel," he murmured as he nuzzled the neck cables.
Bumblebee wanted to thrash, to try and kick him, to curse him and his creators, but all he could do was tremble. He could feel optical fluids threatening to fall but he refused to give in as he continued to hide his faceplates into the inside of his still bound stabilizers, but he couldn't ignore what he was feeling. Everything felt so good, and he liked the idea of being worshipped but he knew this was so wrong. He couldn't even disable his audios as he was praised for his speed, his agility, his fighting skills, even his boisterous nature. He wasn't aware of the servos anymore, only that they left his plating very warm—no, hot. His vents were having difficulty trying to cool himself down so all his plating was flared open, fans running on high. The minibot gave up trying to hide his faceplates and had thrown his helm back, barely audible clicks as he whined and keened in delirious pleasure. His servos tied tugging at the cuffs but he wasn't sure if it was to free himself or to pull the other mech closer.
The slender violet mech watched everything, careful as he dragged his claws down the trembling frame, tugging at wires and lightly scratching what protoflesh he could find. His own fans were roaring on their max setting, plating flared open, trying to expel the heat from his own frame but it wasn't enough. His optic grew brighter when he pushed the lower stabilizers apart and knelt between them, stroking the trembling plating as he held it to his chassis and straddled the other, allowing him to press in close, moaning as he felt the nearly scorching heat emanating from the apex of those lean yellow thighs. "Perfect," he moaned lowly, tugging at a cable he was rewarded with the protective panel snapped open. "So perfect," he moaned, zooming in as drops of fluids leaked out.
He knew he was leaking, but he didn't care. Everything felt like it was too much and yet not enough. Bee wasn't sure what he wanted, but he couldn't even beg! He ex-vented with a clicking gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure coursing through every wire of his frame. He knew the rush of heat on his faceplates was more than his heavy charge but he couldn't look away from the singular optic staring down at him, gasping and arching as a clawed servo slowly wrapped around him. In the back of his processor Bee was grateful his voice box was off, he couldn't stop the cries for pleasure, his begging to not stop, for more even if his spark was on the verge of being extinguished.
Shockwave's optics was glowing brightly as he recorded the sight beneath him, wanting to removed the stasis cuffs and enable his little Elite Guardsmech's vocalizer but there was a dark thrill of seeing him bound at his mercy like this. He wanted him to beg for that privilege, even if he couldn't speak.
He had wanted to take his time, to make this moment last and have his little light begging for his touch, but seeing him sprawled out for him so enticingly, letting him see him so overcome with pleasure, telling him that he wanted him? He reacted by grasping the yellow mech by his neck cables, wrapping his digits he merely held him down to the berth and using the other to push the bend stabilizer back, began moving harder, grunts and groans escaping his vocalizer as he focused his sensors on everything he could feel, he could hear, and see. Leaning over, Shockwave pushed the stabilizer even further, angling Bumblebee's hips that had him silently crying out and his frame tensing even more.
"You are perfect, Bumblebee… I, am yours… and you," he the mech grunted as he leaned in closer, trying to delay his overload but he couldn't and never could his sweet little bot, not with the way his optics bled to almost pure white. "You. Are. Mine." Optics grew wide, frame tensing and arching up, derma plating opening to scream-
The shrill sound of an alarm went off and Shockwave bolted from his berth, fuel pumps stalling, vents choking as mixed signals halted his air flow and fans rapidly clicking from high to low to in-between and back. It took him a klik or two to realize that: 1) he was very much alone in his berth, 2) his alarm was still going off on the berthside table, 3) it had been nothing more than a recharge flux, and 4) his codpiece was fully open and leaking. Unfortunately, none of it sated the flurry of emotions that suddenly plague his processor. Without looking over, he reached out and extended his servo to crush the alarm ruthlessly, tossing it to the floor. Glaring at his spike, he got up from his berth and entered his wash racks, not even waiting for the solvent to warm up he stepped in and immediately dealt with his problem.
His processor replayed the last moments of his reflux, how Bumblebee had been so close, he wanted to record his faceplates as he gave into his overload but he had failed. Offlining his optic he tried to picture what the minibot would look like, but it was no use so when he finally overload, it left him wanting him even more.
His infatuation with the small Elite Guardsmech was getting to the point where he could help but think about his constantly, affecting his recharge cycles when he finally acted on his desires and did something about it. There were few occurrences where Bumblebee was touched and returned his affections, but more often than not he spurned him and he had to make him see reason. It mostly had him botnapping him, explaining why he did what he did, keeping him locked away from prying optics. There was resistance, but in the end, Bumblebee gave in. But it also fed into dark desires he never knew he had.
Bumblebee locked away in his berthroom… bound in a way that made running away impossible… everything from transformation to comms disabled… being forced to experience all the pleasure he could give him… never pain, oh no, he could never bring himself to harm his bright light. However, the same could not be said for that that would try to harm him or otherwise keep him away.
'One cycle, Bumblebee, one cycle I will tell you who I am and how I feel. But until then, I will watch over you from the shadows,' he told himself as he watched his protective plating sealed itself.
Author's Notes: Hello and welcome to the notes where I bore you my oh-so-wonderful-and-EXTREMELY-PATIENT readers with the same 'ole song and dance of why I'm late with the chapter. (pulls out note from pocket and clears throat) "Shit happens." (throws note away) On another note, I was finally able to complete this chapter because my lunch told me too.
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I kid you not! I'm at work, eating my lunch and just letting my thoughts wonder when I look down and see a freaking mushroom that looks like an actual "spike" mixed in with my stir fry. (I hate mushrooms, so gross p yuck!) but seeing it staring at me I swear I almost said aloud "I think my story wants me to finish that chapter" so a few days later, here I am. Now I wish I had taken a picture when I got home instead of throwing it out.
This request is from Junipei who requested a kinda stalkerish Shockwave so I made a slight AU where there is no Autobot/Decepticon fraction but there are still EliteGuard and Cybertron is not at war with each other. So, hope you all enjoy it and please tell me what you think 😊
Oh yes! Before I forget! I cannot remember if Cybertron has a sun or even if said sun has a name, but I swore I read the name 'Haden' somewhere so I decided to use it (shrugs)
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