Aftermath of Life Chapter 4/?
Another chapter and some smut; yay. And Bee has a tactile overload. Naughty Sam!
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Title: Aftermath of Life
Chapter: Chapter 4
Fandom: Transformers (Movies)
Disclaimer: I do not any of the characters but I do own the plot bunny. Transformers does not belong to me although I wish it did.
Pairings: Bee/Sam
Rating: NC-17 (May be sticky and spark sex later)
Summery: The realization of a love that should have been, could have been and eventaully will be. This is set right after the events of RotF.
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"Ratchet? Can I speak to you?" Sam asked quietly as entered the empty Med Bay, said 'bot in question was busily searching through the internet. Optics dimmed in as he ran through terabytes of information at a time; blue optics brightened as Sam cleared his throat again. They stared silently at each other before Ratchet spoke up.
"You know Sam; human interfacing and mating rituals are fascinating. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?" Ratchet asked, oblivious to Sam's now flaming cheeks and widened eyes. Sam sputtered in his embarrassment, clearly having no idea how to react to the situation. He shuffled his feet; eyes trained on the ground as desperately back peddled.
"Ratchet? Maybe you should ask Will or Epps; they'll know about it than me." Sam mumbled, trying against to build his confidence to ask the question he came to ask. A deep chuckle reverberated from Ratchet as he promptly picked the human up and placed him on the examination berth.
"I was kidding Sam, you are just too adorable as you blush. Now what was it you wanted to ask." Sam blushed deeper and scowled at the Autobot Medic before taking a deep breath.
"Well I was wondering about how Cybertronians have s-e-x." Sam mumbled; hoping Ratchet did not hear him but no such luck. Blue optics suddenly invaded his vision as Ratchet bent down to have a closer look at the little human. A hum escaped the large Autobot Medic as his gears whirred and made a gruff sound that promptly sounded like a cough.
"Cybertronian Interface methods?" Ratchet murmured more to himself than to Sam.
"I commed Bumblebee as his guardian and your spark mate he should be here as well." Sam promptly blushed to the tips of his ears and made a protesting noise; he had come to Ratchet so that he could surprise Bumblebee. After all the yellow Camaro never asked for anything in return regardless of what Sam said and in a way it hurt Sam; maybe he was not good enough for 'Bee and maybe he was better off in the Well of Sparks where the Primes had promised him a place after his death. Ratchet stopped in his tracks and turned to the little human who was now spilling emotions over his sensors that was sorrow and fear.
"What is it young Sam?" He asked carefully; noting the dangerous influxes of fear.
"I wanted to surprise 'Bee; could you not let him know?" 'He doesn't know yet.' was the unsaid words...The plea wasn't even disguised and Ratchet felt his spark wrench at the sight. Here was a little human; mere weeks after the death of his beloved parents. A death which was a casualty of the war they had brought with them from the depths of space; willing to give something to one of them that was the most honoured and precious bonding ever in the history of Cybertron. He felt pride swell in him, knowing this remarkable human being and his tendency to always give and never ask for in return was something that was honoured and appreciated. He made his appreciation clear as he halted the approach of the their youngest Autobot and sent him on scouting for Optimus in order to grant this wish to the little selfless human.
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It was late in the evening when Sam finally managed to drag himself to the mess hall; his mind spinning with the information Ratchet had shared with him. Blushing when he remembered the dream that brought him to Ratchet in the first place. Bumblebee was never really subtle when he didn't understand things and when he knew that Sam had spoken to the Primes. He knew that he was Sam's spark mate by the connections that ran through both of them. Connecting them together with a tighter bond that left both of them reeling with the dreams they suffered; all erotic in a sense. What lead from there was only purely erotic and pleasure filled that he dare not mention it at all. It was of course a dream and Bumblebee did not know of their bond nor did want Sam in that way; well at least that was what he kept telling himself.
"Sam? Are you alright?" Epps called and Sam turned to face him; hazel eyes tired and yet sparkling with something akin to happiness and love. The Sergeant smiled; he knew that look anywhere in the world.
"Wow, you got it bad! So who's the lucky mech?" The Air Force Sergeant asked; smiling when a deep blush settled over the kid's cheeks. He could hardly restrain his smirk; knowing he was right.
"How did you know?" Sam's voice seemed small and embarrassed even to his own ears. Epps gave a deep chuckle as he clapped Sam on the back; making the teen stumble forward at the force behind it.
"Because I just know; so who's the lucky 'bot?" Epps asked again; surprised when a small murmur assaulted his ears. He smiled at the teen's embarrassment.
"Couldn't catch that Sammy; what was that?" Surprised when Sam leaned forward and whispered in his ear; the kid's breath tickling his sensors in all the wrong ways that was so right. Did the kid realize how erotic his small childish movements and gestures could be? Epps was betting on that Sam didn't have near enough self confidence to know anything at all.
"I should have know, all the luck. You're going to need it kid. Bumblebee may be loving and caring but he is considerably blind with what's right in font of him." And he was right, kicking himself when he saw Sam's happy expression droop into a gloomy outlook on life. Geez; did he have to run with his mouth knowing that someone was going to get hurt? Epps berated himself harshly; careful to comfort the boy as he turned to leave and Sam to carry on with what it was that was plaguing his mind.
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Bumblebee's seduction part 1. Sam decided he needed to execute as soon as possible; with shy steps he emerged and followed the corridors as he entered the recreational room where Bumblebee was conversing with Optimus Prime and Ironhide close by. He cursed; how was he going to approach without the other Autobots catching onto his plan? Ratchet already knew and he had thank fully kept everything quiet. Yet, Sam felt a blush settle over his cheeks and he shrugged turning away and disappearing again. That didn't work so onto part 2.
"Bumblebee, I have a surprise for you." Sam sing-songed as he walked into the hanger; happy that Bumblebee was the only one left in the hanger and he was deep in recharge. Sam smiled as he approached; careful not to wake the Autobot as he got his things together. Ratchet had said that Bumblebee was a very tactile mech and enjoyed touch so Sam had gathered all the best car wash products and proceeded to fulfil his plan of seducing the yellow Autobot. Chuckling to himself as he gathered the luke warm water in a sponge and carefully began to wet the already gleaming pain. Smiling as he felt 'Bee's engine hum beneath his fingers as he carefully wiped at the hood.
Bumblebee was having the most pleasant dream of 'his' human giving him the carwash of his life; soft hands wiping away at his armour and leaving teasing touches across his hood. The soapy water dripping into gaps that was so sensitive he already felt the charge spark through his circuits and his engine hummed his arousal. He wanted more of that touch; so much more. A small static whimper escaped him as Sam soaked a sponge in soapy water and allowed the slick liquid to spilled over his form; it felt so good. OH PRIMUS! DON'T STOP! He yelled in his sleepy daze as the sponge ran over his rims and extremely sensitive tires.
A loud moan and a high keen spilled from his radio as those teasing touches turned to his tail pipe; the pressure increasing and then slowing and becoming gentle and stopping completely. His transfluid dripping steadily from his undercarriage. It would be embarrassing if he woke up and the other Autobots were there to see his dream's after affect. But the touches that drifted over his armour felt so real it was as if it was really happening. Another high keep spilled from his as his engine revved loudly; Sam had clambered beneath his undercarriage and scrubbed firmly at the pipes and sensitive wires that were hidden. Bumblebee jerked on his wheels as his undercarriage arched at the very real, very sensual touch that travelled over the protruding spike that was dripping a steady stream of silver transfluid.
"Sam!" He hollered as the pleasure in his circuits fritzed and peaked; high charges of electrical pleasure shooting through him. It wasn't enough to bring him to an overload and a high pitched whine spilled from him pitifully; begging the little human to touch him there again.
"Please Sam, there right there and please don't stop." Bumblebee pleaded with his human and he was obliged; static spilling from his vocalizer as a series of Cybertronian curses flew into the hanger. He could hear Sam's murmured words of devotion and love, it was all it took for 'Bee to reach his peak. Pleasure, like none he had ever felt before, shot through his circuits and made his spark pulse in time with Sam's pulse as their link caused a double overload. Increasing the pleasure and intensity; so much so that it took a while for Bumblebee's system's to reboot and realize what had happened. When his system's blinked on he looked for the first time at the human now standing in front of him and couldn't keep the possessive growl from escaping.
"You okay 'Bee?" Sam asked concerned only to find Bumblee's hood brushing up against his legs in an affectionate touch that told so much. He smiled and touched the hood affectionately.
"Love you too my beloved Bumblebee. Now please allow me to go clean up; I'm terribly filthy." Sam said as he turned towards the door that housed his private room. Bumblebee gave a possessive growl as he watched Sam walk away; his own transfluid dripping from Sam's form and the boy's own arousal leaving a tantalizing sent in the air. His optics following the silver droplet as it traced a delicious rivulet and tracing down a tantalizing path that 'Bee had the strangest urge to follow with his glossa.
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Ironhide and Ratchet stood staring at the scene before them, Ironhide turned towards the Medic. A wicked grin spread on the usual stoic professional Medic; oh he could just guess what Ratchet had done.
"You're a pervert. You know that right?" Ironhide mumbled; surprised when Optimus also walked in behind them. The Leader was quiet and the only thing that gave away his arousal was the hitched intakes and a low rumble drifting from Optimus' chest.
"I swear Optimus, make a sound like that again and you won't be fit for duty for at least an orn." Ratchet purred as he pushed himself against his spark mate and traced suggestive patterns across sensitive wires connecting to his plating. Another low rumble escaped his chest as Ratchet snapped.
"Medic Bay NOW!" Ratchet yelled as he dragged the larger Autobot leader behind him; surprising as Optimus only followed without protest.
"What I wouldn't give for a wash like that." The GMC Truck murmured to himself as he left the scene before his optics. Maybe shooting a few targets would ease the arousal that coursing through his systems.
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Please Enjoy
Title: Aftermath of Life
Chapter: Chapter 4
Fandom: Transformers (Movies)
Disclaimer: I do not any of the characters but I do own the plot bunny. Transformers does not belong to me although I wish it did.
Pairings: Bee/Sam
Rating: NC-17 (May be sticky and spark sex later)
Summery: The realization of a love that should have been, could have been and eventaully will be. This is set right after the events of RotF.
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"Ratchet? Can I speak to you?" Sam asked quietly as entered the empty Med Bay, said 'bot in question was busily searching through the internet. Optics dimmed in as he ran through terabytes of information at a time; blue optics brightened as Sam cleared his throat again. They stared silently at each other before Ratchet spoke up.
"You know Sam; human interfacing and mating rituals are fascinating. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?" Ratchet asked, oblivious to Sam's now flaming cheeks and widened eyes. Sam sputtered in his embarrassment, clearly having no idea how to react to the situation. He shuffled his feet; eyes trained on the ground as desperately back peddled.
"Ratchet? Maybe you should ask Will or Epps; they'll know about it than me." Sam mumbled, trying against to build his confidence to ask the question he came to ask. A deep chuckle reverberated from Ratchet as he promptly picked the human up and placed him on the examination berth.
"I was kidding Sam, you are just too adorable as you blush. Now what was it you wanted to ask." Sam blushed deeper and scowled at the Autobot Medic before taking a deep breath.
"Well I was wondering about how Cybertronians have s-e-x." Sam mumbled; hoping Ratchet did not hear him but no such luck. Blue optics suddenly invaded his vision as Ratchet bent down to have a closer look at the little human. A hum escaped the large Autobot Medic as his gears whirred and made a gruff sound that promptly sounded like a cough.
"Cybertronian Interface methods?" Ratchet murmured more to himself than to Sam.
"I commed Bumblebee as his guardian and your spark mate he should be here as well." Sam promptly blushed to the tips of his ears and made a protesting noise; he had come to Ratchet so that he could surprise Bumblebee. After all the yellow Camaro never asked for anything in return regardless of what Sam said and in a way it hurt Sam; maybe he was not good enough for 'Bee and maybe he was better off in the Well of Sparks where the Primes had promised him a place after his death. Ratchet stopped in his tracks and turned to the little human who was now spilling emotions over his sensors that was sorrow and fear.
"What is it young Sam?" He asked carefully; noting the dangerous influxes of fear.
"I wanted to surprise 'Bee; could you not let him know?" 'He doesn't know yet.' was the unsaid words...The plea wasn't even disguised and Ratchet felt his spark wrench at the sight. Here was a little human; mere weeks after the death of his beloved parents. A death which was a casualty of the war they had brought with them from the depths of space; willing to give something to one of them that was the most honoured and precious bonding ever in the history of Cybertron. He felt pride swell in him, knowing this remarkable human being and his tendency to always give and never ask for in return was something that was honoured and appreciated. He made his appreciation clear as he halted the approach of the their youngest Autobot and sent him on scouting for Optimus in order to grant this wish to the little selfless human.
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It was late in the evening when Sam finally managed to drag himself to the mess hall; his mind spinning with the information Ratchet had shared with him. Blushing when he remembered the dream that brought him to Ratchet in the first place. Bumblebee was never really subtle when he didn't understand things and when he knew that Sam had spoken to the Primes. He knew that he was Sam's spark mate by the connections that ran through both of them. Connecting them together with a tighter bond that left both of them reeling with the dreams they suffered; all erotic in a sense. What lead from there was only purely erotic and pleasure filled that he dare not mention it at all. It was of course a dream and Bumblebee did not know of their bond nor did want Sam in that way; well at least that was what he kept telling himself.
"Sam? Are you alright?" Epps called and Sam turned to face him; hazel eyes tired and yet sparkling with something akin to happiness and love. The Sergeant smiled; he knew that look anywhere in the world.
"Wow, you got it bad! So who's the lucky mech?" The Air Force Sergeant asked; smiling when a deep blush settled over the kid's cheeks. He could hardly restrain his smirk; knowing he was right.
"How did you know?" Sam's voice seemed small and embarrassed even to his own ears. Epps gave a deep chuckle as he clapped Sam on the back; making the teen stumble forward at the force behind it.
"Because I just know; so who's the lucky 'bot?" Epps asked again; surprised when a small murmur assaulted his ears. He smiled at the teen's embarrassment.
"Couldn't catch that Sammy; what was that?" Surprised when Sam leaned forward and whispered in his ear; the kid's breath tickling his sensors in all the wrong ways that was so right. Did the kid realize how erotic his small childish movements and gestures could be? Epps was betting on that Sam didn't have near enough self confidence to know anything at all.
"I should have know, all the luck. You're going to need it kid. Bumblebee may be loving and caring but he is considerably blind with what's right in font of him." And he was right, kicking himself when he saw Sam's happy expression droop into a gloomy outlook on life. Geez; did he have to run with his mouth knowing that someone was going to get hurt? Epps berated himself harshly; careful to comfort the boy as he turned to leave and Sam to carry on with what it was that was plaguing his mind.
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Bumblebee's seduction part 1. Sam decided he needed to execute as soon as possible; with shy steps he emerged and followed the corridors as he entered the recreational room where Bumblebee was conversing with Optimus Prime and Ironhide close by. He cursed; how was he going to approach without the other Autobots catching onto his plan? Ratchet already knew and he had thank fully kept everything quiet. Yet, Sam felt a blush settle over his cheeks and he shrugged turning away and disappearing again. That didn't work so onto part 2.
"Bumblebee, I have a surprise for you." Sam sing-songed as he walked into the hanger; happy that Bumblebee was the only one left in the hanger and he was deep in recharge. Sam smiled as he approached; careful not to wake the Autobot as he got his things together. Ratchet had said that Bumblebee was a very tactile mech and enjoyed touch so Sam had gathered all the best car wash products and proceeded to fulfil his plan of seducing the yellow Autobot. Chuckling to himself as he gathered the luke warm water in a sponge and carefully began to wet the already gleaming pain. Smiling as he felt 'Bee's engine hum beneath his fingers as he carefully wiped at the hood.
Bumblebee was having the most pleasant dream of 'his' human giving him the carwash of his life; soft hands wiping away at his armour and leaving teasing touches across his hood. The soapy water dripping into gaps that was so sensitive he already felt the charge spark through his circuits and his engine hummed his arousal. He wanted more of that touch; so much more. A small static whimper escaped him as Sam soaked a sponge in soapy water and allowed the slick liquid to spilled over his form; it felt so good. OH PRIMUS! DON'T STOP! He yelled in his sleepy daze as the sponge ran over his rims and extremely sensitive tires.
A loud moan and a high keen spilled from his radio as those teasing touches turned to his tail pipe; the pressure increasing and then slowing and becoming gentle and stopping completely. His transfluid dripping steadily from his undercarriage. It would be embarrassing if he woke up and the other Autobots were there to see his dream's after affect. But the touches that drifted over his armour felt so real it was as if it was really happening. Another high keep spilled from his as his engine revved loudly; Sam had clambered beneath his undercarriage and scrubbed firmly at the pipes and sensitive wires that were hidden. Bumblebee jerked on his wheels as his undercarriage arched at the very real, very sensual touch that travelled over the protruding spike that was dripping a steady stream of silver transfluid.
"Sam!" He hollered as the pleasure in his circuits fritzed and peaked; high charges of electrical pleasure shooting through him. It wasn't enough to bring him to an overload and a high pitched whine spilled from him pitifully; begging the little human to touch him there again.
"Please Sam, there right there and please don't stop." Bumblebee pleaded with his human and he was obliged; static spilling from his vocalizer as a series of Cybertronian curses flew into the hanger. He could hear Sam's murmured words of devotion and love, it was all it took for 'Bee to reach his peak. Pleasure, like none he had ever felt before, shot through his circuits and made his spark pulse in time with Sam's pulse as their link caused a double overload. Increasing the pleasure and intensity; so much so that it took a while for Bumblebee's system's to reboot and realize what had happened. When his system's blinked on he looked for the first time at the human now standing in front of him and couldn't keep the possessive growl from escaping.
"You okay 'Bee?" Sam asked concerned only to find Bumblee's hood brushing up against his legs in an affectionate touch that told so much. He smiled and touched the hood affectionately.
"Love you too my beloved Bumblebee. Now please allow me to go clean up; I'm terribly filthy." Sam said as he turned towards the door that housed his private room. Bumblebee gave a possessive growl as he watched Sam walk away; his own transfluid dripping from Sam's form and the boy's own arousal leaving a tantalizing sent in the air. His optics following the silver droplet as it traced a delicious rivulet and tracing down a tantalizing path that 'Bee had the strangest urge to follow with his glossa.
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Ironhide and Ratchet stood staring at the scene before them, Ironhide turned towards the Medic. A wicked grin spread on the usual stoic professional Medic; oh he could just guess what Ratchet had done.
"You're a pervert. You know that right?" Ironhide mumbled; surprised when Optimus also walked in behind them. The Leader was quiet and the only thing that gave away his arousal was the hitched intakes and a low rumble drifting from Optimus' chest.
"I swear Optimus, make a sound like that again and you won't be fit for duty for at least an orn." Ratchet purred as he pushed himself against his spark mate and traced suggestive patterns across sensitive wires connecting to his plating. Another low rumble escaped his chest as Ratchet snapped.
"Medic Bay NOW!" Ratchet yelled as he dragged the larger Autobot leader behind him; surprising as Optimus only followed without protest.
"What I wouldn't give for a wash like that." The GMC Truck murmured to himself as he left the scene before his optics. Maybe shooting a few targets would ease the arousal that coursing through his systems.
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