Pairing: Bayverse Bumblebee/Drift

Rating: Teen

Details/Themes: Admiration

Requested by SparkySparkfire

Drift swore he had never dealt with someone as spirited and feisty as Bumblebee. The scout was hell on wheels, never could get him to stand still and meditate. That was what he liked about the Camaro. As Deadlock, he loved challenges. To push himself to combat another's intellect, speed, and mortality was what he strived to do until he switched to the Autobot side and learned to channel his untamable nature. Bumblebee was like another version of his younger self.

He watched as the scout hit the training dummy with the ferocity of a cyber-cat. Nimble yet cunning and powerful. Each blow interested the samurai more on the fighting style of the mech. There were still rough edges in his technique but the kid had spark, he could tell. No doubt training to be the next Autobot Leader at this rate since Optimus was practically his father figure and most often wanted to be like their sires or carriers, biological or not.

It was safe to say he was proud how far Bumblebee had come. Impressive for someone so young. He had nothing but admiration for him. Then again, sometimes he failed show it both on purpose and without knowing. When it was on purpose, it was mainly because of how reckless the sports car could become on missions. He didn't blame the Autobot for wishing to cause mayhem against rugged Decepticons but sometimes one needed restraint and he believed he was Bumblebee's.

Then there were the obvious quirks like good looking chassis, cute puppy dog optics he could stare at for days, and the sass with the radio he found oh so adorable. Bumblebee was a formidable mech to the core. There wasn't anything bad about him as far as Drift could tell. Now if only the speedster would look his way.

Bee seemed to like him in a way too. The yellow mech sometimes played break-ups songs tauntingly towards him whenever he disapproved of an antic or action. It was more for fun than anything but every once in a while, the scout would wish to practice with him and unlike most battles, he acted politely fair since Drift was one of the few who treated him mostly as a worthy adversary.

But Drift still held his boundaries. He wouldn't force himself upon a mech he wished to court. No, he was respectful that way. If Bumblebee ever did see the signs of his admiration, he could only hope it did not scare him off. Then again, if anything, the muscle car would be up in his face with questions like a bull with such a strong skull. Could he match the force of this speedster? Deadlock would have been cocky and said absolutely. Drift, however, was a bit skeptical but he was more than willing to take the chance at the appropriate time.

The next day, Drift perched himself upon the rooftops to peer down on his sweet little bumbler arrogantly charging at Crosshairs before the two started to role across the ground like a bunch of dirty mutts. His hound seemed to be winning to no surprise. He could hear several radio clips of curse words and slang being played through it all which were no doubt to get the green gunman riled up.

The samurai did his best not to smile as Crosshairs growled, pushing the Camaro to the ground. It didn't take long though for Bee to gain a hold of leverage again against his opponent and pinned him down with lightning reflexes. Just like Optimus.

AN: I based this off of Drift's "puppy dog" quote to Bumblebee from Age of Extinction because I found that rather cute!