Pairing: TFP Predaking/Bumblebee

Rating: Mature

Details/Themes: Attracting a mate (but terrible), oblivious!Bumblebee, kissing

Requested by Beloved Shadow of Light

Predaking sat and watched at a distance as Bumblebee gave Smokescreen a friendly push when he scoffed at something the younger mech said. He had been thinking about the gold and black Autobot, how he was much like Optimus Prime. Honor and respect seemed to be such a hard thing to come by but this little soldier of Prime's was something alright, not to mention blessed with a sexy chassis he wanted to bite. Perfect traits for a mate. He could use such an example amongst his subjects, Darksteel and Skylynx, to inspire them to respect him more.

Smiling smugly, Predaking opened his wingspan and glided down towards the Autobots. He would woo Bumblebee the best way he knew how and hopefully have a new mate by the end of the day. They were surprised when he approached with his target placing himself between the runt and the king. Admirable, a mate who could certainly hold his own too.

Bumblebee gave a small frown, "What do you want, Predaking."

The Predacon purred but didn't transform into robot mode. Instead, he shooed Smokescreen back and then he started to do something the made both Autobots surprised. Predaking posed in side view with one arm hitched up like a horse in a show before prancing in place, wings spreading vertically then shrinking back down fluidly. He pounced back to full view and stood on his hind legs while keeping his arms tucked next to his chest and rattling his wings to reflect the planet's golden hued sun off the metallic membrane in a controlled pattern of sorts.

All the while, Bumblebee and Smokescreen stared unsure of what to make of it including giving each other synced side glances before the latter shrunk away. "Well Bee, tell me how it goes."

"No! no, wait, don't leave me Smokescre- goddammit!" Smokescreen transformed and sped away, leaving the poor mech alone with the Predacon who he couldn't tell if the beast was doing an interpretation of a chicken or was having a flamboyant seizure.

The dancing, if he could even call it that, continued from trots around him like a show pony to the Predacon zigzagging his helm horizontally with his wings behind flared to resemble frills. Throughout it, Bumblebee's head tilted awkwardly in confusion with optics wide and his mouth almost hanging open. It reminded him of something he saw on Earth but being as flabbergasted as he was, he couldn't place what it was.

Predaking puffed out the plating on his neck and spine while giving off a whistle and purr in a tune. As he did this, he began hopping up and down bringing his wings to flutter ever so slightly before pausing and shifting onto his arms with his tail in the air like a dog wanting to play.

Bee merely made his optics seek out if anybody else was around to witness the spectacle while keeping a very horrified face. Slowly Bee began to back away only for Predaking to suddenly wrap his tail around the mech and curl against him, giving a swift lick from his chest to the underside of his chin which forced his helm back.

"Oo-kay, not what I was expecting today," Bee muttered, wiping some saliva off.

Finally Predaking stopped and transformed, tightly hugging and keeping Bumblebee too close for the smaller mech's comfort. "Did you like that, my dear?"

As the Autobot struggled to move his crushed body, he managed to formulate a few words, "The dance…or the s-slobber?"

The Predacon purred and rubbed his helm against Bee's cheek, "Your coronation, little Autobot."

"My wha…?"

"If you accept my dance, we will be forever entwined in each other's sparks. Even Unicron won't be able to tear us apart. I would make you howl to the moons and back yearning for me. Just say yes, my dear."

All the while Predaking was speaking, several question marks and blanks dots were forming in Bumblebee's processor trying to compute the situation. He kept making such estranged expressions that after a few minutes, the larger mech grew a bit worrisome. The latter gave a whine of concern but Bee just kept alternating staring at him to staring off into the distance still trying to understand.

"Wha…I don't…what does this have to do with me…again?" Bumblebee mumbled.

The concerned look faded to faithful sympathy and Predaking leaned towards his intended capturing the lips of the Autobot. He barely saw Bee's almost conflicted body language and enjoyed what he could before breaking off and transforming back to his beast mode to fly off to his nest. In time, Bumblebee would see what he wanted. His future mate would be his.

Back on the ground, however, Bumblebee made subconscious mouth movements of utter disbelief. When he snapped out of his trace of uncertainty, he madly flailed his limbs and yelled, "What was that!? Wha-what do you mean!? What the fu-!?"

AN: If anyone gets the dance reference Predaking was doing (aside from the requestee who knows), you get kudos and an exclusive cross-universe fic request in your honor. Once in a lifetime opportunity that will only be applicable to the first person who gets it.