Pairing: RID Bumblebee/Sideswipe

Rating: Explicit

Details/Themes: Dom/sub play, dominant!Sideswipe, fingering, masturbation

Requested by FireDancer22

It took almost three full minutes but at last, Sideswipe managed to pin his leader chest down and aft up. An audible click made the subordinate freeze in his tracks and a devilish grin appear on his features. The silver blue mesh of the valve in front of him was a sight to behold indeed. It was worth the struggle and watching it ripple as Bumblebee tried to lift off the ground made it even more pleasing.

Pushing down on Bee's helm, the red mech licked his lips, "I can sense your arousal in all this. Honestly, I never really took this as a kink you would enjoy. I know Grimlock likes to best his berth mates but you? Then again, I only knew you as the bot who trained under Optimus so my expectations were a bit higher."

"Sideswipe, Release me! That's an order!"

"Hmm…nope, doesn't work for me," Sideswipe beamed.

Bumblebee gave a uncharacteristic grunt, "Sideswipe, I swear to Primus, I will-"

"You'll what? You need this and you know it so punishing me will be a waste of energy. Besides, it's about time someone else called the shots around here for once and I plan on helping my teammates with whatever they need, starting with you."

Shoving two digits into Bumblebee's valve, he stretched him wide and deep, savoring the yellow mech's moans of distaste but also hinted desire. Sideswipe was no fool; he had many one-night stands back on Cybertron and all of those experiences gave him a very good understanding of what a bot was feeling even if they tried to hide it and what a bot needed. Every bot was different, both in personalities and frame structure, but he knew enough to get each one revved up. Bumblebee was no exception. It was like a gift that he repressed since coming to Earth, but no longer would that be the case from here on out.

His unoccupied servo intertwined with his commander's which was clawing at the ground like a wild animal when he suddenly hit his digits hard against the farthest sensors he could reach. At this point, no resistance can from the mech below him. He slipped nearly his entire fist into the tight opening, making Bumblebee arch and cry out in pleasure.

"Screaming like a whore, Bee? Well how about this?" Retracting his servo, a sinister smirk played on his features as he watched the Autobot groan at the loss. "You want more? You show me how much you need it then I'll make you overload like never before. Beg for me."

Sideswipe stood up above his dear leader in stride, narrowing his optics as he watched the panting mess before him struggle to keep balance. When he reached back to touch his inflamed valve, the speedster quickly swatted it away and placed a pede on his aft.

"I don't hear anything, so you get nothing. We can stay here all day. "

Bumblebee sluggishly placed his chest to the ground with his aft presented towards Sideswipe in a very tempting way but the latter was used to this submission so the effects of the sight didn't work on him as it would others. The red mech's pede did rub against the mesh lightly to taunt him when he pressed back against it.

He whined, "Can you please continue? Please, I-I want this."

"What's the magic word?"

"Please…Master."

The final step of submission. Looking at the pleaded mech up and down, Sideswipe licked his lips, "Touch yourself now."

Obeying, Bee placed four digits into a building pace to continue where his teammate left off. His mouth gaped at the rising heat and the thought of him actually giving a free show to someone he considered a friend. Meanwhile, said friend still had his pede keeping him steady and just observed how much lubricant was gushing out per thrust, not to mention enjoying the sound it was making as Bee sped up.

"Y'know, Bee, I kind of wish I had a leash and collar for you," Sideswipe chimed. "You'd look good as my bitch. I know how Optimus felt all these years. Imagine how much that mech could have taken if he ever got frisky. That's also not something I would want to see either but power is a very funny thing. And I know you know you like the thought because you haven't fought me."

Sneering, Sideswipe removed his pede and crouched down to pull Bumblebee's servo out from his valve before replacing it with his own. "Let me hear you moan like the whore you are."

The valve calipers flared around the intrusion as Sideswipe set a brutal pace again, jamming against practically every sensor node in tandem. It took less than ten seconds before Bee was crying out obscene Earth words, moaning so loud that their team probably heard them from the junkyard. All the while, the red mech kept his arousal in check. As exhilarating as hearing his commander bow to his whim was, all he wanted was for Bumblebee to know his place. After all, Sideswipe was still technically a rogue Autobot; this team of Bumblebee's was not his own until he accepted them as such.

Lost in his train of thought, Sideswipe only snapped to attention when lubricant squirted past his wrist and dripped quickly down into a puddle beneath Bee. Chuckling as the mech under him let out one last cry before it simmered down to a withdrawn whine, he carefully pulled out his coated servo and stretched his digits to watch the strands of liquid bend and break so delicately.

"Not bad, Bee, I'm almost curious how you get off on a spike," Sideswipe scoffed. "But that's for another day. I think I've proved my point."

Bumblebee breathed heavily but lay on his side to press his back against Sideswipe's chest while the other mech was examining his fluid. He had to hand it to Sideswipe; the former rebel knew his sweet spots.

AN: Sideswipe superior, Bumblebee inferior. Considering his bad boy status, I'd think he has experience in the field of interface and here's a life lesson for you who are active: find the sweet spot, hit it right and they will never leave you.