Possession: Chapter 2/?
Here it is.. the chapter I promised so many times.. and just didn't get to... horrible Kona is horrible.
Anyways, Hope you enjoy it.
Title: Possession
Rating: M
Chapter Warning: Smut... just plain smut. Also... Human and holo!Bot
Pairings: SamxBee, SunnyxSides, JackxBlue,
Disclaimer: I wouldn't be worrying about money if i owned them, so they're obviously not mine. Bee's Holo image belongs tomiraging
Summary: Unicron is angry at Sam for destroying one of his most beautiful creations. Now he's sending his most dangerous to deal with the problem. SamxBee, SunnyxSides, JackxBlue
There were people running and screaming around him... running from him. He was confused at the rage he felt, the undiluted anger and ferociousness. These... these disgusting, little, filthy insects needed to DIE and by his hands. It scared him that he felt this way. He shouldn’t feel this way.
‘Because you are one of those filthy fleshbags, right?’ a voice next to his audio purred. That purr wasn’t pleasant; it was like Megatron’s claws dragging down a chalkboard.
‘You don’t think they deserve death? What about...’ The voice trailed off and he saw his beloved yellow scout tossed into a building like a rag doll. Amused fascination bubbled in his chest. The bug looked so... so...
‘He looks beautiful in ruin doesn’t he?''
Yes
‘Energon staining the pavement as his arms are ripped from his tiny body.’
Yes...wait.
‘Spark extinguishing little... by little... by little...’
No! NO!
‘You like that don’t you?’
“Ye-NO!”
Sam bolted up in bed, eyes wide as he stared at the far wall. Once covered in pictures of the world’s hottest women, it was now covered by the world’s hottest cars at odd angles. His spark beat frantically, trying to settle down his raging systems. That nightmare had been so real... so fucking real.
He put his head in his hands and took a deep calming breath. The voice had made it worse. Its taunting tone had been so sensual and evil and horrible all at once and had made him feel things he hadn’t ever before. And Bumblebee...
“Bumblebee!”
He scrambled out of bed and ran to his window. The sight of the bright yellow Camaro sitting silently in the gravel driveway made him relax in relief. Bumblebee was fine... and he was probably watching Disney movies. The thought of an 18 foot robot enjoying Finding Nemo allowed him to relax what was left of tense muscles and he smiled. Sam turned back towards his bed and was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Inside his spark, a stray being smirked maliciously. So… the insect was easy to bait… oh so easy… so very easy to control and torment and he relished in the heady power of domination. He cared deeply for the Autobot brat too hmm? The grin grew wider, exposing jagged teeth in an evil grin, and he sunk his claws deeper into the too-pure spark. This one would be so delicious to break…. He couldn’t wait.
-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-
Morning came, and like most dreams and nightmares, Sam seemed to have forgotten about the horrific one from the night before. As a matter of fact, he was in one of the best moods he’d ever been in.
It was Saturday.
That meant that his parents gave him the night off from his chores and his curfew was lifted. It was days like this that Sam was glad Ron and Judy Witwicky were his parents.
“Hey Bee! Guess what day it is!” he yelled, jumping and sliding across the sun-warmed hood. He felt the light tendril of Bee’s spark reach out as he responded.
“Don’t forget to come down to Alexander Dodge Saturday for our greatest deals!” Sam laughed and opened the door, climbing inside.
“Where to today?”
“Life is a highway, ‘m gonna drive it all day long.”
“A Drive?”
“Surprise! Let’s bag these up.” Sam laughed.
“Okay, okay, lead on Tonto.” He joked, lounging back a little in the seat as the Camaro’s engine fired to life and Bumblebee rolled out of the driveway, very intent on the goals he’s set for himself the night before. Sam was going to be completely his today. He’d waited long enough to see how long he could last without touching or initiating anything with the others spark, but he just couldn’t be swayed away from it any longer. He’d had Wheeljack help him with the Holomatter projector and everything. He wanted what his spark longed for since that first week when Sam’s spark was new.
-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-
The drive took almost all morning for Bumblebee to get them to their destination. It turned out to be a secluded old drive-in that had become over grown with bushes and trees, leaving a small clearing left. Bee had found it long before meeting Sam. The boy smiled softly, looking at the scenery before reclining backwards in the comfortable seat.
With the end of school almost upon him, and Bumblebee’s duties, neither of them had too much time to themselves, alone… together. So he cherished the days when they could be alone and enjoy each other’s company. Sam, in particular, was happy about it. And so, they spent a while, talking about everything and nothing. From Bee seeing a new mall being put in, to Sam passing a physics exam he thought he’d totally bomb. Lighthearted conversation rolled through the interior of Bee’s alt mode, and neither of them cared.
“This is nice…” Sam said, running his fingers lightly over the center console to his right. His left hand was above his head, petting the leather head-rest. Bumblebee purred in response, vibrating the seat with a rumble. It made Sam chuckle a little and close his eyes. While he was enjoying the silence that followed for a few moments, Bumblebee decided he just couldn’t wait any longer.
Sam felt a gently touch around his wrists before a pair of hands laced with his, moving his wrists above his head. He opened his eyes to see a green eyed blond above him.
“Bee?” the blond smiled, leaning down and rubbing his nose with Sam’s, dropping kisses down his cheek to his neck. The teen shivered at the soft contact. Seeing this as a good sign, Bumblebee continued across his boy’s collar bone and up the other side of his neck, eventually meeting Sam’s parted lips. Energy seemed to dance over the teen’s skin, following Bumblebee’s wandering hands as hey let go of his own, and it made him gasp and shift. He didn’t bother moving his hands from the head rest; he didn’t think he had enough working brain capacity to do so. Bumblebee chuckled and moved his ministrations away from his mouth again, this time, heading for just beneath his ear. It didn’t take long to have Sam panting beneath him, face flushed. Bee seemed quite pleased with himself at the reactions. Sam’s shirt then went over his head as fingers danced across heated skin. Lips followed them down a toned stomach.
“Bee a-ah! No more.. ooo~h… um, tease-oh -Stop!”
The boy writhed beneath his partner. Said partner chuckled again, moving back up to his boy’s mouth from where he’d been at his naval, and successfully distracted him as deft fingers undid buttons and slid what was left of his clothing from his body. Neither wanted to wait any longer, Sam because of his impatience; and Bumblebee in his reverence. He practically worshipped his boy’s body, and so, didn’t want to hurt him.
“Oh Go-OD!” Sam gasped and arched as a finger was deftly pressed inside and against that right there! Deliciousness pulsed over his skin like electricity as the Autobot stimulated him.
“Ah... mmm Bee, Now-ow, do it now.” Sam commanded. Unable to resist such demanding orders, Bumblebee moved swiftly and connected his hips to the teens and the brunette let out a satisfied moan. Neither of them moved for a second, Sam’s fingers digging into the head rest as he panted, and Bumble be letting his systems and Sam become accustom-Sam moved and the blond keened at the friction he created.
“M-Move now.” And he did. He moved in tandem to Sam’s jerking motions. Me moved to make him utter those wonderful sounds and to make his face twist in pleasure just like that. He gave an experimental hard thrust and Sam yelled out his name, violently jerking his hands away from the head rest to grip the blonde’s shoulders..
“S’not enough Be… Not enough, not enough.” the boy mumbled against his partners lips, whimpering at the sensation of something that just wasn’t quite there yet. Primus did it feel good, he wasn’t about to deny that, but it wasn’t enough. The Autobot quickened his movements and bent closer to Sam.
The brunette let out suck a wonderfully pleasurable sob, and Bee had found the problem. Sam’s inexperienced spark was grasping for his and he, unknowingly, was just out of its reach. He grinned and touched Sam’s face. Blue eyes turned to his green and he smiled. Then, he moved, and when his mouth met Sam’s again, and their chests touched, finally, their sparks gravitated towards one another.
Data transferred and minds, souls and sparks became one. Sam reeled in feeling that didn’t belong to him, and felt unconditional love and devotion wrap around him. He felt like he’d drown in the sensations that were Bee’s spark pulses, had the other not been holding him tightly.
‘This is me… all I am… this is us now.’ The Autobot’s voice echoed, soothingly and Sam hummed an agreement and he reached and pulled what was left of the other to him. He let out a loud cry as overload hit them both. Bee groaned above him and then the weight of the tanned blonde followed him into the sleepy blackness with a hushed.
“Mine….”
-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-
The stray code clicked, reveling in the aftershocks of the recent overload. Not a sentimental mech, but he did enjoy a good interfacing, and since he was leeching from the insect’s spark, he was able to enjoy the overload and his voyeurism fetish…But enough of that. He moved out of the haze, customary smirk back in place as he gazed at the new bond. It was a strong one, but that was all for the better.
He reached out and dug his claw into that bond, both of its owners giving an unconscious twitch. He pulled back and settled into his self-claimed nook in the human’s spark and allowed his echo to travel through the bond and into the scout’s systems. By the time they awoke from the after affects of their interfacing, he’d have himself dug so deeply into them that they’d be at his mercy.
‘Sleep while you can scum… you’re hell is just over the horizon.’
-0-0-0-0-0-0-
Optimus rubbed at his forehead as he stared at Jazz’s dilapidated body. He often came to this chamber to seek solace in his Lieutenant’s deathly silence. Only, this time, his quiet was quite loud with echoes of Jazz’s voice. He knew the matrix must have been acting as a connection again. He could feel Jazz hovering.
“What is it Jazz? You should be at peace my friend.”
There was a whisper across the stillness.
“Warn…ing.” It was soft, but distinctly Jazz.
“A warning for what? From whom?”
“Primus… warning… Be… Strong.”
“For what? What am I supposed to be strong for?”
It was always frustrating, dealing with deadtalkers. They never gave straight answers, they couldn’t.
“What is coming Jazz?” he asked once more. This time, the answering whisper sounded worried.
“Possession.”.
Reviews are appreciated.
Anyways, Hope you enjoy it.
Title: Possession
Rating: M
Chapter Warning: Smut... just plain smut. Also... Human and holo!Bot
Pairings: SamxBee, SunnyxSides, JackxBlue,
Disclaimer: I wouldn't be worrying about money if i owned them, so they're obviously not mine. Bee's Holo image belongs tomiraging
Summary: Unicron is angry at Sam for destroying one of his most beautiful creations. Now he's sending his most dangerous to deal with the problem. SamxBee, SunnyxSides, JackxBlue
There were people running and screaming around him... running from him. He was confused at the rage he felt, the undiluted anger and ferociousness. These... these disgusting, little, filthy insects needed to DIE and by his hands. It scared him that he felt this way. He shouldn’t feel this way.
‘Because you are one of those filthy fleshbags, right?’ a voice next to his audio purred. That purr wasn’t pleasant; it was like Megatron’s claws dragging down a chalkboard.
‘You don’t think they deserve death? What about...’ The voice trailed off and he saw his beloved yellow scout tossed into a building like a rag doll. Amused fascination bubbled in his chest. The bug looked so... so...
‘He looks beautiful in ruin doesn’t he?''
Yes
‘Energon staining the pavement as his arms are ripped from his tiny body.’
Yes...wait.
‘Spark extinguishing little... by little... by little...’
No! NO!
‘You like that don’t you?’
“Ye-NO!”
Sam bolted up in bed, eyes wide as he stared at the far wall. Once covered in pictures of the world’s hottest women, it was now covered by the world’s hottest cars at odd angles. His spark beat frantically, trying to settle down his raging systems. That nightmare had been so real... so fucking real.
He put his head in his hands and took a deep calming breath. The voice had made it worse. Its taunting tone had been so sensual and evil and horrible all at once and had made him feel things he hadn’t ever before. And Bumblebee...
“Bumblebee!”
He scrambled out of bed and ran to his window. The sight of the bright yellow Camaro sitting silently in the gravel driveway made him relax in relief. Bumblebee was fine... and he was probably watching Disney movies. The thought of an 18 foot robot enjoying Finding Nemo allowed him to relax what was left of tense muscles and he smiled. Sam turned back towards his bed and was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Inside his spark, a stray being smirked maliciously. So… the insect was easy to bait… oh so easy… so very easy to control and torment and he relished in the heady power of domination. He cared deeply for the Autobot brat too hmm? The grin grew wider, exposing jagged teeth in an evil grin, and he sunk his claws deeper into the too-pure spark. This one would be so delicious to break…. He couldn’t wait.
-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-
Morning came, and like most dreams and nightmares, Sam seemed to have forgotten about the horrific one from the night before. As a matter of fact, he was in one of the best moods he’d ever been in.
It was Saturday.
That meant that his parents gave him the night off from his chores and his curfew was lifted. It was days like this that Sam was glad Ron and Judy Witwicky were his parents.
“Hey Bee! Guess what day it is!” he yelled, jumping and sliding across the sun-warmed hood. He felt the light tendril of Bee’s spark reach out as he responded.
“Don’t forget to come down to Alexander Dodge Saturday for our greatest deals!” Sam laughed and opened the door, climbing inside.
“Where to today?”
“Life is a highway, ‘m gonna drive it all day long.”
“A Drive?”
“Surprise! Let’s bag these up.” Sam laughed.
“Okay, okay, lead on Tonto.” He joked, lounging back a little in the seat as the Camaro’s engine fired to life and Bumblebee rolled out of the driveway, very intent on the goals he’s set for himself the night before. Sam was going to be completely his today. He’d waited long enough to see how long he could last without touching or initiating anything with the others spark, but he just couldn’t be swayed away from it any longer. He’d had Wheeljack help him with the Holomatter projector and everything. He wanted what his spark longed for since that first week when Sam’s spark was new.
-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-
The drive took almost all morning for Bumblebee to get them to their destination. It turned out to be a secluded old drive-in that had become over grown with bushes and trees, leaving a small clearing left. Bee had found it long before meeting Sam. The boy smiled softly, looking at the scenery before reclining backwards in the comfortable seat.
With the end of school almost upon him, and Bumblebee’s duties, neither of them had too much time to themselves, alone… together. So he cherished the days when they could be alone and enjoy each other’s company. Sam, in particular, was happy about it. And so, they spent a while, talking about everything and nothing. From Bee seeing a new mall being put in, to Sam passing a physics exam he thought he’d totally bomb. Lighthearted conversation rolled through the interior of Bee’s alt mode, and neither of them cared.
“This is nice…” Sam said, running his fingers lightly over the center console to his right. His left hand was above his head, petting the leather head-rest. Bumblebee purred in response, vibrating the seat with a rumble. It made Sam chuckle a little and close his eyes. While he was enjoying the silence that followed for a few moments, Bumblebee decided he just couldn’t wait any longer.
Sam felt a gently touch around his wrists before a pair of hands laced with his, moving his wrists above his head. He opened his eyes to see a green eyed blond above him.
“Bee?” the blond smiled, leaning down and rubbing his nose with Sam’s, dropping kisses down his cheek to his neck. The teen shivered at the soft contact. Seeing this as a good sign, Bumblebee continued across his boy’s collar bone and up the other side of his neck, eventually meeting Sam’s parted lips. Energy seemed to dance over the teen’s skin, following Bumblebee’s wandering hands as hey let go of his own, and it made him gasp and shift. He didn’t bother moving his hands from the head rest; he didn’t think he had enough working brain capacity to do so. Bumblebee chuckled and moved his ministrations away from his mouth again, this time, heading for just beneath his ear. It didn’t take long to have Sam panting beneath him, face flushed. Bee seemed quite pleased with himself at the reactions. Sam’s shirt then went over his head as fingers danced across heated skin. Lips followed them down a toned stomach.
“Bee a-ah! No more.. ooo~h… um, tease-oh -Stop!”
The boy writhed beneath his partner. Said partner chuckled again, moving back up to his boy’s mouth from where he’d been at his naval, and successfully distracted him as deft fingers undid buttons and slid what was left of his clothing from his body. Neither wanted to wait any longer, Sam because of his impatience; and Bumblebee in his reverence. He practically worshipped his boy’s body, and so, didn’t want to hurt him.
“Oh Go-OD!” Sam gasped and arched as a finger was deftly pressed inside and against that right there! Deliciousness pulsed over his skin like electricity as the Autobot stimulated him.
“Ah... mmm Bee, Now-ow, do it now.” Sam commanded. Unable to resist such demanding orders, Bumblebee moved swiftly and connected his hips to the teens and the brunette let out a satisfied moan. Neither of them moved for a second, Sam’s fingers digging into the head rest as he panted, and Bumble be letting his systems and Sam become accustom-Sam moved and the blond keened at the friction he created.
“M-Move now.” And he did. He moved in tandem to Sam’s jerking motions. Me moved to make him utter those wonderful sounds and to make his face twist in pleasure just like that. He gave an experimental hard thrust and Sam yelled out his name, violently jerking his hands away from the head rest to grip the blonde’s shoulders..
“S’not enough Be… Not enough, not enough.” the boy mumbled against his partners lips, whimpering at the sensation of something that just wasn’t quite there yet. Primus did it feel good, he wasn’t about to deny that, but it wasn’t enough. The Autobot quickened his movements and bent closer to Sam.
The brunette let out suck a wonderfully pleasurable sob, and Bee had found the problem. Sam’s inexperienced spark was grasping for his and he, unknowingly, was just out of its reach. He grinned and touched Sam’s face. Blue eyes turned to his green and he smiled. Then, he moved, and when his mouth met Sam’s again, and their chests touched, finally, their sparks gravitated towards one another.
Data transferred and minds, souls and sparks became one. Sam reeled in feeling that didn’t belong to him, and felt unconditional love and devotion wrap around him. He felt like he’d drown in the sensations that were Bee’s spark pulses, had the other not been holding him tightly.
‘This is me… all I am… this is us now.’ The Autobot’s voice echoed, soothingly and Sam hummed an agreement and he reached and pulled what was left of the other to him. He let out a loud cry as overload hit them both. Bee groaned above him and then the weight of the tanned blonde followed him into the sleepy blackness with a hushed.
“Mine….”
-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-
The stray code clicked, reveling in the aftershocks of the recent overload. Not a sentimental mech, but he did enjoy a good interfacing, and since he was leeching from the insect’s spark, he was able to enjoy the overload and his voyeurism fetish…But enough of that. He moved out of the haze, customary smirk back in place as he gazed at the new bond. It was a strong one, but that was all for the better.
He reached out and dug his claw into that bond, both of its owners giving an unconscious twitch. He pulled back and settled into his self-claimed nook in the human’s spark and allowed his echo to travel through the bond and into the scout’s systems. By the time they awoke from the after affects of their interfacing, he’d have himself dug so deeply into them that they’d be at his mercy.
‘Sleep while you can scum… you’re hell is just over the horizon.’
-0-0-0-0-0-0-
Optimus rubbed at his forehead as he stared at Jazz’s dilapidated body. He often came to this chamber to seek solace in his Lieutenant’s deathly silence. Only, this time, his quiet was quite loud with echoes of Jazz’s voice. He knew the matrix must have been acting as a connection again. He could feel Jazz hovering.
“What is it Jazz? You should be at peace my friend.”
There was a whisper across the stillness.
“Warn…ing.” It was soft, but distinctly Jazz.
“A warning for what? From whom?”
“Primus… warning… Be… Strong.”
“For what? What am I supposed to be strong for?”
It was always frustrating, dealing with deadtalkers. They never gave straight answers, they couldn’t.
“What is coming Jazz?” he asked once more. This time, the answering whisper sounded worried.
“Possession.”.
Reviews are appreciated.