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: Sideswipe has a secret crush on a member of his team. Well, maybe not so secret. Sunstreaker knows and he approves. So why not have some fun and see if their crush wants to join in?

Title: Twice the Fun

Pairing: SunstreakerxBumblebeexSideswipe (RID)

Request: Echo_Stargazer (AO3)

With everything that had been happening, Bumblebee barely had a chance to ventilate but somehow, he managed to put some sort of order in this rag-tag group of bots that made up his new team. It made him long for the familiarity of his own team, to hear the wisdom from Optimus Prime but even gone said Prime had entrusted him with this important mission. Upside? He was able to return to Earth, his second home-planet and still had his alt-mode. Downside? He still had no idea what the mission was.

'If wishes were horses, everyone would be riding one,' he processed to himself. Earth had some strange sayings, but it made him smile. He really wanted to track down Raf and see how he and everyone else was doing, but he didn't dare just in case someone was able to track his comm frequency. Too bad he didn't realize he was being stared at from a short distance away.

Sideswipe was a rebel, bucking against the rules and passing it off as an excuse to have a good time, so anytime he ran into somebot that tried to enforce the rules on him, it just made him want to buck harder and do things his way. The yellow Windblazer was one such bot that tried enforcing the rules on him, but he was the first one that tried letting the both of them go when the bossy femme kept threatening to lock them up. And sure, he tried pushing his buttons, but each time he just reacted unlike anybot else. Now he was seeing him in a whole new light, and he was enjoying what he was seeing.

"Somebot's got a crush."

It took everything the ruby red luxury sportscar not to yelp in surprise, but there was nothing he could do to stop the rush of energon to his faceplates as he whirled to scowl at the other bot. "No, I don't!" he hissed lowly.

"Oh really? So, you were spending the last say, several kliks staring at the Hero of Cybertron over there," the golden mech said, a knowing smirk on his derma plating.

"I wasn't staring! Wait, how long have you been watching?" he asked with a suspicious scowl.

"Long enough. And really, lie all you want but I know you all too well." A servo came up, lightly tapping at Sideswipe's chassis. "I can feel everything your spark is saying, little brother."

Scowling deepening, said mech slapped the servo away and turned his back to his brother, crossing his servos over his chassis. "We're twins, Sunstreaker. Just because you came online first doesn't mean anything." Bad enough his annoying twin had to follow here to Earth, but he had even scanned the same vehicle for his alt mode like him, and yet he seemed to make it look better. 'He probably waxed himself like a dozen times already,' he processed to himself. Maybe if he ignored him, the other mech would go away but he found his attention once more taken over by Bumblebee as he went over their limited supplies. He completely forgot about his twin until he felt his EM field pressed more firmly into his own, feeling his frame slightly pressing into him.

"Normally I find your taste in other bots—mediocre at best, but this one definitely looks like fun," Sunstreaker said into his audio, slowly reaching out and placing his servos on either side of his twin's waist.

"Don't know what you're talking about." Actually he did, but Sides was determined not to fall for it. A nagging part in the back of his processor was already counting down how long until he gave it. Digits traced over seams before pressing into some of the wider ones, making his vents hitch.

"Oh Sides, you can lie all you want but I can feel the truth." Sunstreaker leaned more into his twin, most of their plating flushed together; "Your spark always pulses stronger when you so much as think about him, strong enough for me to feel it." Pressed in as close as he was, the golden mech felt his twin's temperature rise, making him smirk. His digits continued to stroke the cables he could reach via the seams, his optics catching every little tremor from his twin.

"I can picture it now, him trapped between us as we seek out each and every sensitive part of his frame. I bet, his door wings are extremely sensitive. Kinda like how you are, right… here." Digits pressed in firmly and the golden mech was rewarded with an almost violent tremor that he was forced to wrap one of his servos around the red mech's waist, holding him closer than before. "Still sensitive. Good to know."

"S-Somebot's gonna notice!" Sideswipe hissed but he didn't to stop him or pull away. Bumblebee still hadn't noticed either of them, but if his engine grew any louder he was going to hear it and he was going to see what was going on. Oh scrap, why did that make him suddenly feel so hot?

"But that's the fun part of this." However, the digits ever so slowly removed themselves from the seams, servos steadied the hot, crimson mech before leading him away from their spot. Luckily things were quiet in the scrap yard, everybot else doing their own things which meant there would be no one around to see or hear anything.

'Too bad.' Looking around, Sunstreaker saw they were alone and didn't waste any time as he pinned his twin up against some scrap, taking in the way he looked with some of his plating flared open, feeling the excess heat his frame was pumping, even the way his optics had darkened to a dark ocean blue. Sides looked good, really good, good enough to show off but the surge of desire enveloping his spark made his engine rev. The slighter older twin leaned in and kissed the other mech deeply, glossia quickly invading as he swallowed the quiet whimper.

Primus, it had been too long but the golden bot wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. His servos greedily stroked the fiery red plating, digging into widening seams to pull more whimpers and cries of pleasure out. Sunstreaker growled slightly when their frames rubbed at each other, no doubt creating superficial scratches on their finish, but that didn't stop him from dragging his servos down and lift the lean stabilizers to wrap around his waist. Sideswipe let out another cry as he was lifted and reached up to wrap his own servos around his twin's neck cables, even crossing his peds so most of his weight was being held by the other. His temperature was growing increasingly higher, but a sudden touch had him inventing sharply, breaking the kiss and clinging even tighter. "S-Sunny-!"

"I know what you want, Sides, we used to share the same spark," Sunstreaker vented against his audio, his own plating flared as wide as possible but their cooling fans could barely be heard over the sound of their engines revving in sync. "You want that mech, Bumblebee, here in your place. You want him to be moaning and crying for more of your touch. Especially right here." He punctuated his words as he roughly palmed the blazing hot interface panel, feeling the seams damp with lubricant. "Would he be getting wet behind the panel like this? Or would he open up as soon as you touch him, begging for more?" He pressed in firmer and grinned as he felt lubricant threatening to slip out the tight seams. "No… I bet, he would wait until you told him to open. Like a good, obedient Autobot." Leaning in he gave the neck cables a nip, making the red mech let out a cry and felt more lubricant begin to drip onto his digits. "Open."

A lone canary yellow mech frowned as he tried to pinpoint the strange sounds he was hearing. Living in the scrapyard, Bumblebee was used to the different types of noise but this was slightly different yet oddly familiar. He knew he should just ignore it and head to his part of the yard he had claimed as his own, but he also noted he hadn't seen either of the twins for most of the solar cycle.

'I really hope they're not sparring again.' He knew Sideswipe, having read his arrest logs back on Cybertron, though records had said he had a sibling, he had been taken back when said sibling turned out to be a spark-split twin, Sunstreaker. That surprise exploded when he decided to follow all of them into the space bridge that brought them to the here and now. But even so, both proved to be merciless in battle when they worked together. But the two also had a habit of trying to scrap the other, scaring Strongarm into earlier deactivation by the almost brutal way they went about it. But as Team Leader it was his job to make sure his team were alright and not attempting to tear one another apart.

He moved through the piles of scrap, pausing now and then when he heard the sound but the closer he came to it, the more he heard. Engines running hard and heavy, red-lining. Metal grinding against metal, sometimes accompanying by the sound of glass getting scratched. Cooling fans running at their max setting. Bumblebee frowned as he slowed himself down, creeping along with his doorwings hiked up high on his backstruts. He frowned as he picked up the sounds of something else, a sound that triggered something in his processor was trying to pinpoint. He froze when he heard a whimpering moan followed by a growl that made him carefully peak around a pile of junk/antiques. Optics spiraled as wide as they could, his battle mask threatening to snap close.

Bee knew the twins were close, taking the few opportunities to talk with together and separate, learning that they only had each other practically from the moment they came online. So, they were close, especially close for spark-twins, but he had no idea that they were this close! Cybertron didn't have as many "taboos" as Earth, but still seeing them together like this, where any one of them could walk in on them like this? And although the two mechs were speaking in low terms, Bumblebee could hear it all.

"P-Please Sunny… I need-need it…"

"I didn't say you could overload, Sides.

"But-"

"Not. Yet."

The former scout knew he should leave, just forgot he was seeing any of this and wipe it clean from his memory banks but he couldn't! It felt like he had been hit with a blast from the immobilizer. He was also shocked to find out that he was getting out on what he was seeing. He once more tried to get his peds to move, but just as he was about to take a step back when Sunstreaker stood up to his full height and grabbed the red hips with both servos before going tense, plating trembling. Sideswipe quickly arched his spinal strut off the crushed vehicle, trembling so hard his plating rattled but even with his helm thrown back his vocalizer let out several clicks, meaning he either muted it at the last moment, or he blew it out but at least he didn't alert the entire scrap yard. After several moments, Sides slumped back to the car, causing it to groan but he was venting heavily, frame lax and strutless. Sunstreaker was now leaning over him, engine purring.

"You are a very good bot," he purred, a slick digit pressing against his twin's lip plates his grin grew as a glossia began licking it clean even though his half-closed optics were dim. "I think Bumblebee could learn a thing or two from you." His optics, however, looked over and locked onto a pair of shocked electric blue.

Systems were telling him he had been compromised, that he needed to escape, and he was all for it! But Bee may as well be rooted in place, unable to do anything. It was broken when Sideswipe, oblivious to the staring contest, reached up and pulled his twin down into a messy kiss, glimpses of their glossia tangled together visible but it was enough for the lieutenant to get as far as fast as he could.

By the time Bee made it to his section of the junk yard, he was venting so hard he was afraid he might break one of his vents. His system was still primmed for anything and his battle mask was ready to snap close. His spark was doing summersaults and his oil pressure was no doubt way too high to be healthy, but what was worse was that his processor was replaying what he had seen and what he had heard.

'He, he saw me. Did, did he know I was there—the entire time?' He didn't realize he was pacing as he moved back and forth in the small area, digits flexing as he alternating from gripping his helm to making fists, and his doorwings were twitching every which way, but he was still—agitated? No, that wasn't right. He wasn't upset, shocked, sure. No, he felt like transforming and flooring it, to drive hard and fast with no end in sight-

He stopped so abruptly he nearly tripped over his own peds in the process. He was over-charged. He, have gotten charged up watching two young (and defiantly attractive) mechs doing that with one another, where one of them defiantly saw him. He had even mentioned his designation!

"I think Bumblebee could learn a thing or two from you."

'Why-Why-Why would he say something like that? What did he mean by that? Did Sideswipe say something?' Before he could crash, the Autobot quickly put a halt to the questions and forced himself to sit down on his make-shift berth. 'I'll just, rest a bit then go out. If they—If Sunstreaker says anything, I'll deal with it then.' He kept repeating it to himself, trying to believe it but as he closed his optics all he could see were the twins going at it.

'No. Nope! Not watching this!' he argued to himself but he couldn't stop. It was like his processor was stuck on a permanent loop. But the more he watched it the more he began to wonder what it would feel like if he was either of their positions. His frame was beginning to run hot, cooling fans clicking straight into high, and a nice charge was building. Digits began stroking at his seams, seeking out his more sensitive spots before moving down to his array. He flushed when he got to the part that he had first seen them and the next thing he knew he was touching himself, watching as a spectator, and imaging himself with them, between their frames. He even imaged they were here with him now, touching him, praising him, ordering him.

"Overload."

And he did, frame seizing as lubricant and transfluid covered him and the berthtop. Everything felt so good, so hot, his systems couldn't take it anymore and he crashed. Hard. Needless to say, his processor was silent as he fell into a deep, sated recharge.

Hearing static and having several pending comm messages appearing in your HUD was not something anybot looked forward to upon waking up from a recharge cycle, especially when they crashed hard enough to be knocked offline. With a low groan Bumblebee forced himself to sit up, feeling oddly filthy with a pleasant ache lingering in his system. Going through his HUD he sent simple replies, dismissing older messages. Once he was done and his systems finished running diagnostic, he looked down at his frame and saw traces of dried transfluid and lubricant on his frame.

'… scrud.' Flashes of what he witnessed and what had led up to it. A flash of embarrassment hit him, but it also brought a bit of want, longing. Before he could dwell on it, he forced it down and got up. 'I need to clean up before I go out.' Times like this he wished for a fully functional wash rack, or even a solvent shower, but he would make do with what he had. Picking up some towels their human alias supplied, he began cleaning himself up but whether he was still suffering from a deep recharge or something else, he saw different servos caressing his frame.

Two sets of servos caressed his frame, tracing along his transformation seams, stroking cables as plating flared open. But they never went where he wanted them to go. He tried not to moan in loss when they pulled away but two very warm frames pressed themselves against his chassis and backplates. He was venting deeply, ready to beg and ask for more but a digit pressed against his derma plating, silencing him.

"Bumblebee! Yo, you awake?!"

That quickly pulled the former scout out of his "daydream" with a start, realizing that it was indeed Sideswipe yelling for him that Bee quickly looked down his frame and felt the energon in his cables run cold. His panels had completely opened, leaving with a very obvious mess.

"Bumblebee!"

"Will you quit yelling?! If he wasn't awake already, he is now!"

"For all we know he's listening to his old-mech music or something."

Double scrud! Sideswipe AND Sunstreaker were out there, looking for him and getting closer! Bumblebee knew better than to force his spike back into its housing, but he also knew that he could not see either of them like this. Looking around he tried to find something to hide the state he was in, unintentionally making noise.

"Bumblebee?"

"I-I'll be right there!" he called out distractively, cursing under his vents when he realized his berth cover was stained from last night, but as he tried pulling it a corner of it was stuck. "Oh c'mon!" he growled, yanking on it harder but when it finally gave way, he ended up tripping ove3r something he had dropped earlier and hit the ground with a crash and rattle of plating. That was more than enough incentive for the twins to rush in, ready to attack.

"Bee!" Sideswipe was immediately at the lieutenant's side where he had fallen, giving him a quick look over. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just embarrassed at myself," Bumblebee said with a low groan, slowly sitting up. He was also dimly aware that the soiled berthsheet was piled in his lap, still hiding his exposed array.

"Are you hurt?" Sunstreaker said as he came and knelt at Bee's other side, reaching out to trail his digits over his frame as though checking for injuries but he slowly pulled back when the other bot flinched slightly.

"I'm fine. Just, tripped and hit the ground." He wished they would just leave him alone so he could deal with his problem, but he also didn't want to appear rude or anything. "You two, thanks but you can go."

"But Bee-" Sides began but looked up at his twin leaned over and began pulling their leader up. "Sunny?"

"Help me get him on his peds," he ordered, standing as he slowly pulled the other mech up.

"No, wait! I got this-seriously! I'm fine!" Bumblebee tried to get them to leave, but they refused and he found he needed some help getting up. But as they were helping him to his peds, the berthcover began to slip from his lap. He scrambled to grab it and managed to before he could flash anybot, but the sudden momentum had him nearly hitting the ground once more. Sunstreaker grunted as he caught him, supporting most of his weight, but that meant most of the Autobot's frame was pressing into him. Slowly, Bee looked up and felt his spark race as their optics locked. But there was the slightest of smirks and once more energon ran cold in his cables. He knew.

"Whoa, Bee, you alright there? Maybe I should get Fit-It 'cuz that doesn't seem, well, normal," Sideswipe said nervously, caution and worry in his vocalizer.

"I think he just needs some fuel," the golden mech answered instead, not looking at his twin even as he steadied the canary yellow mech, but he made sure the sheet never fell. "I got him."

"… ya sure?"

"Yeah. Just let everybot know Bee needs some more rest. Oh, make sure you bring enough fuel for each of us, too," he added, breaking optics to look at him. There seemed to be something unspoken between them as the crimson mech slowly nodded and with one final glance at their team leader, left. For several rather tense moments, it was quiet but when Bumblebee made to speak up, he was interrupted. "Let's get you back to your berth before you fall over again."

"Um, s-sure, okay." They made their way and Bee sat down, the sheet still bunched up in his lap, but now he was aware that his cooling fans were running on low, and that he could hear the low rumble of the exotic sportscar's engine idling. Nothing was said but the silence was stressing the team leader even more. "T-Thanks. For your help, I mean," he said quietly after several long moments, digits flexing as they continued to clutch at the cover.

"Of course. Though, I'm not surprised that you're under fueled," the other mech said with a knowing look as he crossed his servos over his chassis. "I know you saw Sideswipe and I the other night, Bumblebee. I also know the reason you "slept in" was because you were thinking about what you saw, and were reliving it."

Helm snapped up, optics wide before narrowing. "What, you're spying on me? And if you saw me, why didn't you say anything?" he asked coldly.

"I like it when bots watch what we're doing. Of course, if they try anything more than that I get a little possessive; especially if they do not have my permission. Sides won't admit it, but he likes it when he's being watched, especially when it's by other bots that he likes. And I may not have gone to some fancy academy like others but…" He looked down at the berth sheet, staring intently at a spot that forced Bumblebee to look down. There was an obvious stain of dried fluids on the material visible to their optics. "I know what a good time looks like."

Embarrassment flooded the Windblazer's systems, energon rushing both into his faceplates and down to his still exposed array. He clutched at the sheet even tighter, but with such obvious evidence he knew he had been caught. He refused to look up at him as he stared down at his lap, resisting the urge to use the sheet to jerk himself off. "So, what are you going to do?" he asked quietly, hoping he didn't sound as defeated as he felt.

"Depends. Are you content with reliving a mere fantasy? Or do you want to experience the real thing?" Before anything else was said, the make-shift door opened and Sideswipe entered, holding several energon cubes.

"I'm back!" he said with a grin as he closed the door behind him. Walking over he handed a cube to his twin and the other to his team leader. "Oh! I told everyone that you needed some more rest. Had to assure Fix-It if you weren't feeling better that I would comm him. Then had to tell Strongarm that no, she was not in charge but you might have to tell her yourself before she starts ordering me to do something ridiculous. Like, helping Denny rearrange the scrap yard," he explained before taking a sip from his own cube.

Bumblebee couldn't help but weakly laugh, slowly lifting the cube despite the fact that he was torn between downing it straight down or saving it for later. "Thanks, Sides. Appreciate your help." As he took a sip, he missed the way the crimson mech's faceplates flushed ever so slightly.

Sunstreaker smirked, having seen it all. Looking at his cube, he opened a private comm to his twin and asked, ::Still denying your crush?::

::Like I said, he barely acknowledges me,:: he responded.

::But you're still blushing.:: He had to suppress the chuckle at the growl sent his way but glancing at his twin from the corner of his optics, he gestures back to the oblivious lieutenant. ::Notice anything different?::

::… Seriously? Sunny, what are you getting at?:: Instead of a comm he receive an image link. He opened it as he took a big sip from his cube, and nearly choked on it when the image opened to reveal some dried stains on the berth sheet, and the flushed look of being caught on said lieutenant's faceplates. ::What the slag!? W-When did you get this!?::

::Right now. And he saw us last night.:: He barely flinched when his comm was bombarded with a shout, watching the object of their desires slowly sipping at his own cube, completely unaware. ::Still want to see what he looks like with this?::

There was another choking sound as the fuel went down the wrong tube, meaning he saw the but Sideswipe was quick to wave off any concern before he set his cube down. ::Seriously?:: There was speculation behind the single word, as well as desire and want/arousal. Even his optics were showing the beginnings of a rapid charge.

Sunstreaker smirked and moving slowly, paused to reach down and guide Bee's cube back up to his lip plates. "I suggest you replenish your fuel levels, especially if you want to keep up with us," he explained, smirking as his digits brushed over the others in a feather-light caress before walking away.

"O… okay…" Even though his tanks tried to rebel at the thought, he needed to replenish his fuel levels. Taking a sip, he was trying to figure out what to say when he looked up and could only stare at what the other two mechs were doing.

"Sides and I were talking yesterday, about you, Bumblebee. I can see why he admires you so much," the golden mech said as he stood behind his crimson twin, servos wrapped around him from behind where digits were tracing seams in an almost teasing manner. Sideswipe didn't say anything, but it was clear he was enjoying it as his cooling fans immediately clicked on. Some of his plating was flared open to allow the digits to press in deeper. "The great war hero of Cybertron, brave scout of Optimus Prime, and apparently the one bot that brought down Megatron permanently. And yet you don't go about bragging it for all to hear. I can respect that."

"… it was a team effort," Bee said quietly but he couldn't keep his optics in one place. They would look up at each of them in turn before following the digits as they continued to move. He took another sip from his cube but he was finding it hard to swallow.

"Mmm hmm." Nuzzling the neck cables, one of the golden servos made its way up the ruby colored chassis, stroking the Autobot symbol lovingly. But the other moved to the front of the pelvic plating and began stroking downward, tips pressing into the minuscule seams. "Don't you wanna say anything, Sides?"

"S-Sunny… s-stop teasing…" he moaned lowly, his own matte black servos weakly gripping the ones supporting him. His faceplates were flushed neon blue, but he was also determined to look at anywhere except directly at Bumblebee.

"Don't be shy now. Don't you wanna tell Bumblebee how much you admire him, that you like it when he acknowledges you, praises you?" The servo was now cupping the interface panel, rubbing slowly. "C'mon Sides, don't you wanna tell Bumblebee what you told me yesterday?"

That got the lieutenant's attention and with no warning, he was up and crossing the short distance until he was standing before the entangled twins. But he didn't reach up to touch right away; he looked up at the golden mech with a silent question. Said mech gave a small smirk followed by a brief nod. Nodding himself, Bumblebee reached up and gently tilted Sideswipe's faceplates to his, digits stroking his chin strut as their optics locked. "Tell me what you said, Sideswipe," he said calmly, voice box low.

For a klik, the rebellious young mech thought he had fried a circuit and he was experiencing one Pitt of a fantasy, but he was usually the one calling the shots and they were never this good. Swallowing thickly, moaning lowly as the servos continued to stroke his frame, he said the first bit of data that crossed his processor. "I… I s-said, wondered… what you'd look like…" he trailed off as he felt something dripping down the inside of his stabilizers, causing him to let out a low whimper of desperation.

"I know there's more you want to tell me." Bee didn't think of himself as a smooth-talker, but he moved closer without releasing Sideswipe's chin strut until their lip plates were almost touching. His optics were dark with arousal and he could feel both engines revving hard and heavy, primed, and ready to take off the moment the light turned green. "Tell me everything, Sideswipe. If you do, maybe I'll give you a reward." Fans immediately kicked into high, straining to go faster. There was an audible tremor that caused plating to rattle but it was obvious by the increased amount of lubricant that said mech enjoyed that.

"I-I told Sunny, that I wondered… what you'd you look like with-with your mouth on me." There was a quiet moment before Sideswipe was rewarded with a slow, lingering kiss; practically chaise but as Bee pulled back, the other mech let out a whine of desperation, wanting more.

"Wouldn't mind seeing that myself," Sunstreaker said with a low rumble that almost matched the rev of his high-performance engine. He had been silent until now, but the way his digits were practically digging into seams, how dark his optics had grown, showed he was not immune to the little show himself.

"How can I say no?" Mirroring the smirk as best he could, Bumblebee gave Sides one more kiss before living up to his promise.

The three mechs brought the term "team building" to an entire new level as they sought to pleasure each other while chasing it at the same time. The Autobot Team Leader was learning things about himself he never knew about himself, or where he had gotten the confidence to say and do the things he never expected. And the twins were something else, eager to show him what they knew. His charge was so strong, the pleasure so much better than he remembered, he tried to hold back, to prolong the euphoric moment. They were all trying to keep from ending the fun too soon, but one by one they all hit their peak, clinging to one another. For Bumblebee, it was the breaking point as his systems went into immediate shut down and his frame went limp.

Sideswipe exvented sharply t the sudden weight on his chassis, but he fought out the urge to fall into deep recharge himself for a little bit longer. "H-Hey, watch the finish… Bee?" Concern grew when the lieutenant didn't respond and he looked up at his twin with slight fear.

"He's just been knock offline, Sides," Sunstreaker said and slowly pulled out with a low hiss. Ignoring his twin's concerns about being crushed, he grabbed the tantalizing hips and lifted them up so the other bot wouldn't feel like he was being crushed. The Windblazer trembled at the sensation but other than that he was still out.

Nothing was said as the twins went about cleaning not only themselves up, but their third partner as well. They also dealt with the stained berth cover and put him to bed. Buffers and repair kits were also taken out, imperfections filled in on all three of them. Sideswipe couldn't help but look at where Bumblebee lay on the berth, deep in recharge. He was taken from his processor as servos lowly wrapped around his waist from behind, chin strut resting on his shoulder pauldron, "He looks so peaceful like this. You wouldn't think he's be leading a rag-tag team like us."

"No, but he's certainly proved himself in more ways than one," Sunstreaker admitted. He wasn't like the other Autobots, but then again war could change that. He could feel something in the spark-bond whether his twin realize it or not, but he didn't call him out on it. "Refuel and watch over our fearless leader," he told him as he gave him a squeeze before drawing his servos away.

"Yeah, no prob. But where are you going?" Sides asked, watching the golden mech head out.

"To let everybot else know Bumblebee asked not to be disturbed until he's ready."

Systems slowly started to online one by one, HUD showing that everything was passing as green, errors and bugs cleared, levels showing off as optimum but his fuel levels were still low. HUD recommended he refuel as soon as possible. But Bumblebee really didn't want to get up. he couldn't remember the last time he recharged this good. It didn't help that the frame he was curled against was warm, engine purring beneath his helm. He was dimly aware of the upper stabilizer wrapped around him, servo resting on his waist, digits absently stroking the seams. He almost drifted back into recharge but when remembered he typically recharged alone. And had been recharging alone for a very long time. So who on Cybertron was he cuddling with?

"Bee? You awake?"

That was Sideswipe… that was Sideswipe voice box. Which meant that was his servo on his waist. Which meant, he was curled up next to Sideswipe on her berth. In his spot. In a scrap yard, run and owned by humans. On Earth.

"… Bee?"

"… I'm awake." Part of him wanted to leap from the berth and demand some answers, but Bee remembered the last several cycles before his forced recharge. Bee was also surprised not to feel any residue from their combined fluids and his panel was closed. The berthsheets were also stain free. "I'm, clean."

"Yeah, don't know about you, but I can't recharge when I'm covered in-I mean, when I'm dirty." Slight stumble but that didn't stop the ruby red sportscar. "Sunny and I cleaned you up. I know it's kinda late to ask, but was that okay?"

Hearing the concern with hint of hesitation, nervousness that he recognized when the young mech did something he did, thinking it was right but he was unsure whether he get in trouble or not. Bee couldn't help but slightly smile at that; it was endearing. "It's fine. I appreciate it, a lot." He didn't realize he had wrapped his own servo around the other mech's waist until squeezed it. Opening his optics, he saw the shadows on the ground and scrap so comparing it with his chronometer, he saw it was nearing dusk. "Where's everybot at?"

"O-Oh! Well, after Sunny and I, after the, um…"

"Interfacing?"

"Y-Yeah… after, that, we um put you to berth, and Sunny went to tell everyone that you needed some more recharge, or something. I don't think Strongarm was happy but no one came to bother us. Y-You, I mean." Things were quiet for a few more kliks before the warm servo pulled up and held a cube out in front of the yellow bot. "Here, I bet your fuel levels are pretty low."

"Mmm, thanks." With some help, Bumblebee sat up and sipped at his cube. He didn't realize just how low he was as he finished the whole cube; he didn't fight it as the empty cube was taken nor when the servo returned around his waist. Venting softly, the lieutenant settled back next to his team mate, but as much as he wanted to slip back in recharge he forced himself to stay awake. "Sideswipe."

"Yeah?" Now it was his turn to be surprised when his crush (or would that be lover, now?) leaned up and kissed him. Lip plates moving against one another, like one would give their bonded to show them how they felt without words. It broke naturally and Sides wouldn't be surprised if his faceplates weren't flushed neon blue. "Wha… what was that for?"

"For earlier. And yes, I'll be thanking Sunstreaker next time I see him, as well."

"Well, I'm here," came the voice box and both turned to see the golden mech himself leaning slightly against a pile of scrap that made up a "wall", servos crossed over his chassis. "Where's my 'thank you'."

"Why don't you come over and come get it?" Seriously, Bumblebee wished he knew where he picked up this new personality component, but he wasn't going to complain. Watching the way the handsome mech came towards them, he sat up and leaning over the reclining mech he had been cuddling with, caught the similar derma plating in a kiss. He couldn't help but moan as a glossia darted inside, coaxing his into play. The moan grew as the servo that had been stroking his waist stroked over his hip and aft, digits stroking at his panel. His HUD registered as his temperature slowly rising.

"You two are really fragging hot," Sides moaned as he watched them, stroking what he could reach of both of them. When he received a private comm from his twin, it caused his lubricant cycle start up, making his warm panel run hotter. He sat up and together he and his brother managed to subtle their lover and were now pinning him to the berth. Or rather, they tried to but Bumblebee wasn't having it.

"I-I can't. We can't just lay around all day," Bee protested as he tried sitting up. "I gotta check on everyone, see if we have new leads on the escaped prisoners. I have things I need to do," he tried explaining, ignoring the moist sensation behind his panel. "And you two have patrol according to my schedule."

"Aww c'mon Bee, I hate driving around the woods. It's so boring!" Sideswipe groaned in disappointment.

"I am not going anywhere that is going to ruin my finish," Sunstreaker said firmly but glancing at his twin, the two shared a smirk, a silent agreement between them.

It took a fraction of a klik, and once more Bumblebee found himself on his backplates, but he was pinned down by two very attractive mechs who certainly knew their way around his frame. Energon rushed through his cables and he tried struggling to get up, but there was movement and he found himself looking underside down at a very shiny, golden

looked up as stabilizers planted themselves on either side of his helm, a shiny panel hovering over him. "W-What are you two doing?" he asked quietly.

"Sides mentioned how good your mouth felt when you sucked him off, and I've been wondering how it would feel," the golden mech explained, taking the matte black servos in his own, interlocking their digits together.

"And as much as I enjoyed your hot, tight valve, I wanna see if your good with your spike as you are with your glossia," Sideswipe said, slowly straddling the stabilizers, running his servos along the yellow hips, a light blush on his faceplates. "But, o-only if you were serious about wanting us, I mean!" The touching became hesitant before stopping. "… do you want us, Bee?"

"…" Bumblebee felt a powerful surge of arousal but he knew he did want them and whatever else they had to offer. He also knew, they were doing this because they were hoping to distract him. it wasn't working, obviously! But, he wasn't going to let them know that just yet. Instead, he opened his panel to allow his spike to pressurize. Tilting his helm back, he reached out as far as he could and began licking the panel, tasting the transfluid that threaten to seep through the seams.

"I want everything you both have. I want you both." And he did have them, as much they had him.

Author's Notes: And we have an update! Ugh, sorry everyone. I was really hoping to have three chapters before I go back to work… but I'll count this as a success.

Echo_Stargazer wanted the twins (sunny and Sides) with Bee but let me pick which universe. It would have been easy to pick G1 (read some wonderful fics with this pairing) but I picked RIP cuz I find it hard to image Sideswipe without Sunstreaker. And like the others, this one took multiple rewrites to get it just right. Sides I tried to keep his rebellious teen, but Sunny was more "don't touch my stuff or I end you", especially when it comes to his twin.

I hope you all enjoy this 😊

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