Weekly Request Response: Bumblebee/Sideswipe
Title: Challenge
Universe: Generation 1
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bumblebee/Sideswipe
Prompt: Inexperienced
Word Count: 3,956
Notes: How can a prompt grow claws and start ripping shreds out of your mind? My initial idea was so simple, just one scene... then it decided to do its own thing and take me along for the ride. There's also more starting to form in my mind even now... does anyone have a stick i can beat it off with?
Warnings: Some Cybertronian cursing & sticky interfacing. This is unbeta'd, apologies in advance for any mistakes I missed when checking over it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.
Bumblebee’s expression was curious as he gazed at the two mechs who had descended on him the moment he entered the refectory. They’d clearly been waiting for him to get off shift and had immediately dragged him away from Blaster, cutting his conversation with the boom box short. Their anticipative expressions did nothing to alleviate his unease as they quickly blockaded him into a corner.
“The next round of the game’s on Bee.” Powerglide told him enthusiastically, earning a slightly disbelieving look from the smaller mech.
“I seem to recall withdrawing from the game when the last round ended.” He said slowly, a frown half forming on his faceplate.
“Aw come on Bee, don’t be such a stuck cog.” Cliffjumper complained with a grin.
“Yeah it’s just some fun, why pull out all of a sudden when we’ve been playing so long?” Powerglide’s expression was challenging and Bumblebee cycled a sigh.
“Because it’s never fun for me.” He replied somewhat tiredly, sending Cliffjumper laughing.
“It’s against the rules to just quit Bee.” He told him, leaning forward with gleaming optics. “You can’t pull out unless you want to pay the forfeit.”
“Which is increased tenfold if I’m pulling out rather than simply forfeiting a round, I know you’ve told me countless times.” The yellow minibot shook his helm earning a knowing smirk from his red counterpart. He cycled a sigh before levelling a slightly helpless look between the pair. “Alright, what challenge have you come up with this time?”
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“They’re trying to get me offlined! Or at the very least pummelled into a state that sends Ratchet raging.” Bumblebee complained to Mirage as they walked into the Ark from their ‘patrol’ (read surveillance mission). It was incredibly late in the off cycles and nobody was around which suited the pair of ops agents just fine, it wasn’t often they were able to catch up without having to watch themselves after all.
The former noble chuckled softly at the irritation his companion was displaying as they headed towards the refectory.
“You know perfectly well that what they really want is for you to forfeit.” He said airily earning a snort from Bumblebee who shook his helm, smiling wryly.
“Cliffjumper is the driving force behind the challenges and what he wants is to see me fail.” Mirage smirked knowingly. It was a well-known fact that one of Cliffjumper’s goals in life was to finally get one up on his yellow counterpart. A goal that had actually resulted in a deep respect and camaraderie forming between the two minibots who’d spent longer than they could recall watching one another’s back plating.
“Yes, but the others all have input as well Bee and you know as well as I do what they want.” Bumblebee’s engine revved in frustrated agreement as Mirage led the way to the energon dispenser.
“It wouldn’t be so bad if I actually wanted the prize, but it’s never worth the effort I have to put in. If the forfeit were nearly anything else I’d just concede defeat and just let CJ gloat for a while.” Mirage laughed as he handed the smaller mech a cube.
“If it’s that much of a problem, why not just think of it as a training exercise?” Bumblebee smirked slightly, his optics glinting as he looked up at his larger teammate as they sat themselves at a table in the deserted room.
“Not even Jazz would come up with that as a training exercise Raj.” Mirage tilted his helm, a knowing expression on his faceplate.
“No, I suppose not. Though I wouldn’t put it past him to have made a few suggestions or comments with the right audio receptors around.” Bumblebee paused for a moment as he processed that suggestion before scowling slightly.
“He would too.” His optics narrowed as his processor began speeding with possibilities. “It’s exactly something he’d do in the hopes I’d make a move.”
“Well to be honest, you’ve needed something to kick you into gear for a while now. You’ve wanted him for how long?” Bumblebee shrugged smiling in greeting as Hound suddenly appeared and moved to join them, the tracker often appearing during their late night conversations.
“A while, but I figured I’d rather keep my spark inside my frame and a frag, processor blowing or not, was not worth the risk. We all know his views on minibots.” Bumblebee’s expression was wry.
“You mean Sunstreaker’s views on minibots.” Mirage corrected and Bumblebee gave him an unimpressed look. “He doesn’t care either way; he just plays along with his brother because most of the others annoy him, you know that.”
“That is still a very good example of why it’s a bad idea to provoke him, we have a good working relationship and I really don’t want to destroy that all because the others are being glitches.” Hound’s optics suddenly flashed in understanding.
“You got your newest challenge?” He asked curiously and Mirage smirked as Bumblebee nodded, his expression resigned.
“I just know I’m going to end up in med bay because of this at some point.” He lamented before his optics suddenly narrowed in thought and his helm tilted minutely.
Hound turned to Mirage in question and the noble began to fill him in on what had happened, keeping one optic on Bumblebee in curiosity as the minibot focused on his thoughts. Suddenly Bumblebee’s optics brightened and a knowing grin crossed his faceplate.
“However... I do believe I know how to get this to work.” He said thoughtfully, quickly standing. “I’ll catch you guys later; I’ve got work to do.” He turned and hurried towards the doors.
“You’d better give us details when this is over Bee!” Hound called and Bumblebee paused before glancing back with a wicked grin.
“We’ll see... maybe if you make it worth my while.” He teased before vanishing out the doors, a mission plan already forming in his processor.
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Sideswipe smirked to himself as he carefully opened the control panel beside the door and began fiddling with the wiring inside, this one would really get the command going. He pulled out a couple of random connectors, examining them thoughtfully.
“It’ll work best if you switch the yellow and red cables.” He jumped, cursing as he spun to find Bumblebee standing behind him, usual innocent expression missing, something almost dangerous having replaced it.
“Slagging pit Bee! Don’t sneak up on me like that I could have flattened you.” He complained uneasily, but Bumblebee didn’t appear concerned, merely grinning as he moved past the red warrior and quickly switched a few of the wires around.
“Didn’t know you cared.” He said lowly. “Anyway, as I said, switch the yellow and red cables Sides; trust me when I say the results will be brilliant.” Sideswipe looked at the minibot in confusion as he closed the panel and stroked his digits along it before turning back to the twin.
“Never would have thought you’d help me with a prank, aren’t you supposed to stop me?” Sideswipe said slowly and Bumblebee smirked, the expression knowing.
“Hey, what the rest of command doesn’t know can’t hurt them and can give me endless amusement. As for helping, you’ve never asked. If it’s worth my while to help then I’ll do so.” He straightened and wandered past the toughliner, their plating just barely brushing as he passed before he headed back down the corridor, glancing back momentarily with glowing optics. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
Sideswipe watched, frozen as the minibot smiled again before vanishing around the corner. He shivered slightly, as the sensors beneath the plating Bumblebee had brushed pinged with heightened awareness and a familiar warmth settled through his circuits. He'd never seen Bumblebee act like that before.
He shook his helm wondering whether Sunstreaker would ever forgive him for actually having been attracted to the minibot in that moment.
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“Time’s passing Bee.” Cliffjumper teased as he followed the slightly smaller mech down the corridor towards their shared quarters. Bumblebee shrugged easily, knowing his roommate had no idea that he had been very subtly working towards his goal.
Who would have thought that showing his less sweet side to Sideswipe would garner him so much attention. He should have tried this before.
“I have time.” Was the easy reply, prompting Cliffjumper to snort in disbelief.
“Not much. If you can’t do it just admit it and pay the forfeit.” The red mech gave his companion a sidelong look. “None of the others think you can do it either, so they won’t be surprised or disappointed or anything if you do concede.” Bumblebee’s optics narrowed just slightly before his expression evened out and he shrugged, affecting nonchalance.
“I have time.” He repeated, wondering if perhaps he should work a little harder at the goal. No matter what he’d just said, he did only have a few joors left to act in. He shook his helm before pausing, his optics growing distant, as someone pinged his communication line.
You have an opening of less than a cycle. Mirage reported as he provided a set of coordinates. I expect full details later Bee. He added before cutting the call. Bumblebee’s optics flashed in mild irritation before he turned to head back the way they’d just come.
“Sorry CJ, I’ll catch up with you later.” Cliffjumper watched him hurry back down the corridor before shrugging and continuing on to their quarters, still confident in his victory.
Bumblebee meanwhile was working at doing what he did best, which was finding out things he wasn’t supposed to know. Mirage’s promised tip off hadn’t really come at a good time, but it would have to do.
He easily located his quarry on shift in one of the store rooms doing a stock count and poked his helm inside. A few seemingly random questions and he had more information than he immediately needed… but he also had that one piece of intelligence that he did need.
Poor Bluestreak, often so desperate for someone to talk to who was actually listening that he said more than he meant to at times. Still, Bumblebee made sure not to press the mech for anything beyond the latest gossip going through the ark, he liked him too much to want to manipulate him.
He quickly thanked the gunner, earning a bright smile and cheerful wave in return as he headed off in search of his true target. Now that he knew what Sideswipe was planning, he could use that to his advantage.
He definitely had to act fast if he wanted a chance to shove his fellow minibot’s certainties down their intakes. Sunstreaker was out of the ark and Sideswipe was off shift, which meant he had access to the slightly less psychotic twin for at least the next handful of breems.
Unfortunately, a handful of breems may not be enough... and he really only had one shot at this.
He slipped into the store room that Sideswipe had taken residence in to plan his latest prank whilst Prowl, Red Alert and Optimus were in a meeting with the officials of New York City and unable to punish him. He was greeted with an incredible view of the red twin’s aft in the air as he rifled through the crate at his pedes.
For a moment Bumblebee paused and just enjoyed the view, quickly taking a data-shot for later perusal. Primus but he hoped this worked, what he wouldn’t give for just a chance… he mentally shook himself. He had to focus on the task and not on his quarry’s aft, stunning though it undeniably was…
“That a familiar position for you Sides, or are you usually on the other end?” He asked with a smirk in his vocals, masking the heat that had immediately risen within him at the view.
Bumblebee’s optics were intent as Sideswipe snapped upright, the red twin’s servo going for his rifle as he spun around to face him only to relax as he realised who had crept up on him again.
“Why do you keep doing that?” He demanded of the minibot. “You’ve been appearing out of nowhere far more than usual, what are you trying to do?” The question earned no reply beyond a darkly enigmatic smile and a slightly tilted helm as the minibot examined Sideswipe intently.
Again, Sideswipe wondered what it was about that particularly dangerous glint in the usually sweet mech’s optics that had his temperature rising, and whether his brother would ever forgive him. Before he could consider it further, Bumblebee leant forward slightly, optics drawing the larger mech in as his voice lowered to a purr.
“I have a business proposition for you… and I do believe you’ll like the results.”
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Bumblebee's optics glowed as he slowly walked around Sideswipe's prone form, trailing a single digit along the warm metal as the toughliner's cooling fans whirring into life. The red mech’s expression clearly questioned how exactly he’d managed to get into this situation, flat on the berth unable to move more than his helm, but his deeply blue optics belied his true feelings.
His confusion didn’t concern Bumblebee at this moment, it was the lust that he was interested in. He was confident he could make this worth all Sideswipe’s supposed discomfort, he was going to make sure they both enjoyed this.
Bumblebee moved to swiftly straddle Sideswipe’s chassis as he smiled, that increasingly familiar dangerous smile that sent Sideswipe's arousal rocketing.
"How does it feel to be completely at my mercy?" The minibot murmured as he ran his digits down the seams of the chassis plating, teasing sensors and wires with barely there pressure; spark pulsing as Sideswipe bit back a moan.
He never thought he'd actually reach this point, hadn't dared to even hope he would be here, but now that he was...
"I could do whatever I want to you and you wouldn't be able to stop me." He hummed, grinning wickedly. "So what should I do to you?" He leant forward, optics burning into the almost indigo ones below him, digits caressing the warm face plating.
“Get to the interesting stuff.” Sideswipe suggested with a dirty smile that had Bumblebee laughing even as he felt himself becoming almost uncomfortably hot.
"Not really one for foreplay are you?" He asked rhetorically as he lowered his faceplate over Sideswipe’s, his glossa slipping out to dance along the other's lips, shivering as Sideswipe's own glossa darted out to lap at him.
"Never have been." Sideswipe whispered between teasing flicks, his prowess showing through even with his inability to move. Bumblebee felt his port clench in anticipation as Sideswipe drew him down into an intense kiss with a tempting swirl of his glossa.
"Good, because neither am I." Bumblebee breathed as he slowly drew back, sliding down the hot form, plating scraping pleasantly until he had access to Sideswipe's panel not hesitating in sliding it away and reaching for the mech's cord.
A quick series of strokes had Sideswipe gasping, optics offlining as Bumblebee took the requested data-shots. For just a moment he paused to admire the view before re-focusing on the immediate situation, and his own growing need.
"What would everyone say if they could see you now... helpless... burning... aching... for me..." His optics flared as he leant forward, mouth sliding, surrounding, caressing the hot length, bringing sensors screaming into life and sending Sideswipe whimpering helplessly. A smirk pulled at Bumblebee's lips as he hummed, dipping his glossa into the connective pins of the impressive spike, feeling it quivering with the desperate revving of the toughliner's engine.
"Primus... Bee please..." Sideswipe finally moaned and Bumblebee raised his optics to meet Sideswipe's who groaned, as the minibot slowly drew off, rising to his pedes.
"Tell me what you want." He ordered, servos clasping the quivering spike with barely felt pressure, shifting his position, readying himself, smirking as his lubricant dripped from his port to the pressurised spike in his grasp.
"I want to frag you so slagging hard you won't be able to walk outta here." Sideswipe all but growled, his optics drinking in the view as Bumblebee's engine revved, breaking through his control.
"Maybe next time." He purred before immediately lowering himself onto Sideswipe, whose reply was choked off in a strained gasp. Bumblebee moaned, his helm falling back as he was stretched by the impressive cord.
He knew he should have prepared himself a little, he wasn’t stretched enough to take this without risking damage but he didn’t care, it felt too good. Primus... it had been too long since he'd felt anything like this...
“Slag Bee...” Sideswipe gasped out as the tight valve clenched around him, caressing sensors without even moving. “So tight.” Bumblebee glanced up, smirking as he carefully lifted himself up before allowing gravity to drag him further back down, relishing in the shiver the move sent through the prone warrior.
“Benefit to being a minibot.” He purred, clenching tightly around Sideswipe in alternating patterns, sending the toughliner moaning, his engine revving in something like desperation.
“I’ve never had... haven’t had a minibot...” Bumblebee paused, optics focusing slightly as Sideswipe’s disjointed words pierced through the haze clouding his thought processes.
“Never had a minibot?” Bumblebee asked, rising up again, feeling himself lubricate further as a rush of heat speared through him as he realised what that meant.
“Never wanted one before.” Came the breathless response and Bumblebee’s lips curled up in a dangerous smile as he met Sideswipe’s optics.
“Then I’ll have to show you exactly what you’ve missed out on.” He carefully relaxed, loosening the tightly bunched sensor clusters to allow for better movement. Then he rose and slammed down.
Sideswipe cried out, his optics offlining as Bumblebee repeated the motion, moaning as he sank further down. He paused, venting hot air as he tried to reign himself in a little... he wanted this to last...
“Bee...” Sideswipe pled and the small spy shivered, throwing self control away for the moment. He grinned slightly as he shifted and lifted himself slowly off Sideswipe once more before pulling down hard.
He threw his helm back with a cry as they connected, his servos clutching at the red chassis beneath him. He could hear Sideswipe moaning but most of his attention was taken up on the streams of sensation data being shared through the hardline connection.
After a moment he regained some control and concentrated on sending energy pulses through the connection. He smirked slightly even as he shivered as Sideswipe responded with a growl, his strength not reigned back.
Clearly nobody had thought to mention to the toughliner that most minibot’s held their energy better than larger forms. His optics glowed as his servos absently delved into the spaces between the red plating of the chassis beneath him, simultaneously sending another rush of heated energy to the prone mech.
Sideswipe moaned, but Bumblebee didn’t give him a chance to respond, he grinned as he sent wave after wave of energy through. Powerful bursts, subtle bursts, changing in strength and speed with each wave sent.
For all his rumoured prowess in the berth, Sideswipe stood no chance beneath the pleasurable onslaught and he overloaded, his helm falling back as he cried out. Bumblebee’s servos grasped the red chassis below him as he followed, the toughliner’s energy spearing through his systems, throwing him into the pleasurable abyss.
As the overwhelming sensations eased into a steady hum of pleasure, Bumblebee allowed his helm to fall forward again, his optics meeting Sideswipe’s. For a long moment they remained still, examining one another before Bumblebee smiled slightly, disconnecting and beginning to draw himself off Sideswipe’s spike.
“And that’s how it feels to be fragged by a minibot.” He murmured lowly, vocaliser not hitching even as pings of pleasure ran through him as the spike brushed over sensors on its way out. The moment he was free, Bumblebee stepped back and pulled out a cleaning cloth.
He ignored the optics he could feel burning into him as he cleared his plating of any visible evidence of their activities. Once done he turned still dark optics to the prone twin, running from the lubricant spattered interfacing hardware and up to the intent optics, wishing he could go another round but knowing he had to leave.
Bumblebee stepped forward and easily re-set Sideswipe's motion controls, allowing the warrior the ability to move again. For a moment they simply stared before Bumblebee smiled that dark smile again though this time it was tinged with something almost regretful.
"Shame I had to send you into stasis in order to get my data-shots wasn't it? Then I was cruel enough to leave you to deal with your problem all on your own without you ever knowing what had happened." Sideswipe's optics flashed but Bumblebee stepped back out of reach before the red mech could make a move towards him, in case that had been his intent.
"I'll get the agreed trade to you, but I’m very aware that this never happened." Sideswipe stared at the charge inducing smile when without warning all the danger in the minibot's demeanour faded and Bumblebee's smile became bright, optics and faceplate as innocent as they'd always been before.
"Thanks for helping me Sides, couldn't have done it without you. I owe you one." Then he was gone leaving an off centre and up-charged Sideswipe staring after him wondering what had just happened... and how Sunstreaker would react if he ever learned he’d been fragged by a minibot... and now wanted more.
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Despite his best efforts, Bumblebee couldn’t help but smirk as he tossed a data-pad onto the table the other minibots were frequenting. He was given confused looks for a moment but he simply motioned to the pad.
“Check it.” He said, optics glimmering as he waited. Cliffjumper warily took the pad and started it up, scanning its contents before scowling and throwing the pad back down.
“No slagging way! How the pit did you do it?” He shouted in frustration. “I was sure you’d never be able to pull this one off!” Bumblebee grinned, the expression smug.
“It’s a secret... but I definitely look forward to receiving the prize, this wasn’t an easy task.”
“I dunno Bee, you sure you haven’t already had a prize? I mean, everyone knows what he’s like.” Powerglide teased as he admired the data-shots. Bumblebee crossed his arms over his chassis and leant forward.
“Contrary to what you all might think, I don’t frag those who haven’t consented. Let’s just say that my method of gaining those shots meant he didn’t know I was taking those shots. With that knowledge, how was I meant to frag him?” He drew back and turned his back plating on the others.
“You either give me the prize or you suffer the consequences. Those are the terms of the game. You forced me to play so it’s too late to back out now.” He headed for the doors before pausing and glancing back, very aware of the fact that he had the entire room’s attention.
“I expect my prize delivered within the next few joors and seriously guys? Stop challenging me. No matter what you tell me to do I’ll always succeed at it, because I refuse to pay your forfeit. I’d rather be con bait.”
With that he continued on his way, neatly side stepping and not acknowledging the twins as he passed them. Sunstreaker ignored him as well, Sideswipe however paused and his optics followed the minibot as he left, something considering within their depths before he shook his helm and continued after his brother, forcefully pushing the minibot from his processor.
Universe: Generation 1
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bumblebee/Sideswipe
Prompt: Inexperienced
Word Count: 3,956
Notes: How can a prompt grow claws and start ripping shreds out of your mind? My initial idea was so simple, just one scene... then it decided to do its own thing and take me along for the ride. There's also more starting to form in my mind even now... does anyone have a stick i can beat it off with?
Warnings: Some Cybertronian cursing & sticky interfacing. This is unbeta'd, apologies in advance for any mistakes I missed when checking over it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.
Bumblebee’s expression was curious as he gazed at the two mechs who had descended on him the moment he entered the refectory. They’d clearly been waiting for him to get off shift and had immediately dragged him away from Blaster, cutting his conversation with the boom box short. Their anticipative expressions did nothing to alleviate his unease as they quickly blockaded him into a corner.
“The next round of the game’s on Bee.” Powerglide told him enthusiastically, earning a slightly disbelieving look from the smaller mech.
“I seem to recall withdrawing from the game when the last round ended.” He said slowly, a frown half forming on his faceplate.
“Aw come on Bee, don’t be such a stuck cog.” Cliffjumper complained with a grin.
“Yeah it’s just some fun, why pull out all of a sudden when we’ve been playing so long?” Powerglide’s expression was challenging and Bumblebee cycled a sigh.
“Because it’s never fun for me.” He replied somewhat tiredly, sending Cliffjumper laughing.
“It’s against the rules to just quit Bee.” He told him, leaning forward with gleaming optics. “You can’t pull out unless you want to pay the forfeit.”
“Which is increased tenfold if I’m pulling out rather than simply forfeiting a round, I know you’ve told me countless times.” The yellow minibot shook his helm earning a knowing smirk from his red counterpart. He cycled a sigh before levelling a slightly helpless look between the pair. “Alright, what challenge have you come up with this time?”
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“They’re trying to get me offlined! Or at the very least pummelled into a state that sends Ratchet raging.” Bumblebee complained to Mirage as they walked into the Ark from their ‘patrol’ (read surveillance mission). It was incredibly late in the off cycles and nobody was around which suited the pair of ops agents just fine, it wasn’t often they were able to catch up without having to watch themselves after all.
The former noble chuckled softly at the irritation his companion was displaying as they headed towards the refectory.
“You know perfectly well that what they really want is for you to forfeit.” He said airily earning a snort from Bumblebee who shook his helm, smiling wryly.
“Cliffjumper is the driving force behind the challenges and what he wants is to see me fail.” Mirage smirked knowingly. It was a well-known fact that one of Cliffjumper’s goals in life was to finally get one up on his yellow counterpart. A goal that had actually resulted in a deep respect and camaraderie forming between the two minibots who’d spent longer than they could recall watching one another’s back plating.
“Yes, but the others all have input as well Bee and you know as well as I do what they want.” Bumblebee’s engine revved in frustrated agreement as Mirage led the way to the energon dispenser.
“It wouldn’t be so bad if I actually wanted the prize, but it’s never worth the effort I have to put in. If the forfeit were nearly anything else I’d just concede defeat and just let CJ gloat for a while.” Mirage laughed as he handed the smaller mech a cube.
“If it’s that much of a problem, why not just think of it as a training exercise?” Bumblebee smirked slightly, his optics glinting as he looked up at his larger teammate as they sat themselves at a table in the deserted room.
“Not even Jazz would come up with that as a training exercise Raj.” Mirage tilted his helm, a knowing expression on his faceplate.
“No, I suppose not. Though I wouldn’t put it past him to have made a few suggestions or comments with the right audio receptors around.” Bumblebee paused for a moment as he processed that suggestion before scowling slightly.
“He would too.” His optics narrowed as his processor began speeding with possibilities. “It’s exactly something he’d do in the hopes I’d make a move.”
“Well to be honest, you’ve needed something to kick you into gear for a while now. You’ve wanted him for how long?” Bumblebee shrugged smiling in greeting as Hound suddenly appeared and moved to join them, the tracker often appearing during their late night conversations.
“A while, but I figured I’d rather keep my spark inside my frame and a frag, processor blowing or not, was not worth the risk. We all know his views on minibots.” Bumblebee’s expression was wry.
“You mean Sunstreaker’s views on minibots.” Mirage corrected and Bumblebee gave him an unimpressed look. “He doesn’t care either way; he just plays along with his brother because most of the others annoy him, you know that.”
“That is still a very good example of why it’s a bad idea to provoke him, we have a good working relationship and I really don’t want to destroy that all because the others are being glitches.” Hound’s optics suddenly flashed in understanding.
“You got your newest challenge?” He asked curiously and Mirage smirked as Bumblebee nodded, his expression resigned.
“I just know I’m going to end up in med bay because of this at some point.” He lamented before his optics suddenly narrowed in thought and his helm tilted minutely.
Hound turned to Mirage in question and the noble began to fill him in on what had happened, keeping one optic on Bumblebee in curiosity as the minibot focused on his thoughts. Suddenly Bumblebee’s optics brightened and a knowing grin crossed his faceplate.
“However... I do believe I know how to get this to work.” He said thoughtfully, quickly standing. “I’ll catch you guys later; I’ve got work to do.” He turned and hurried towards the doors.
“You’d better give us details when this is over Bee!” Hound called and Bumblebee paused before glancing back with a wicked grin.
“We’ll see... maybe if you make it worth my while.” He teased before vanishing out the doors, a mission plan already forming in his processor.
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Sideswipe smirked to himself as he carefully opened the control panel beside the door and began fiddling with the wiring inside, this one would really get the command going. He pulled out a couple of random connectors, examining them thoughtfully.
“It’ll work best if you switch the yellow and red cables.” He jumped, cursing as he spun to find Bumblebee standing behind him, usual innocent expression missing, something almost dangerous having replaced it.
“Slagging pit Bee! Don’t sneak up on me like that I could have flattened you.” He complained uneasily, but Bumblebee didn’t appear concerned, merely grinning as he moved past the red warrior and quickly switched a few of the wires around.
“Didn’t know you cared.” He said lowly. “Anyway, as I said, switch the yellow and red cables Sides; trust me when I say the results will be brilliant.” Sideswipe looked at the minibot in confusion as he closed the panel and stroked his digits along it before turning back to the twin.
“Never would have thought you’d help me with a prank, aren’t you supposed to stop me?” Sideswipe said slowly and Bumblebee smirked, the expression knowing.
“Hey, what the rest of command doesn’t know can’t hurt them and can give me endless amusement. As for helping, you’ve never asked. If it’s worth my while to help then I’ll do so.” He straightened and wandered past the toughliner, their plating just barely brushing as he passed before he headed back down the corridor, glancing back momentarily with glowing optics. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
Sideswipe watched, frozen as the minibot smiled again before vanishing around the corner. He shivered slightly, as the sensors beneath the plating Bumblebee had brushed pinged with heightened awareness and a familiar warmth settled through his circuits. He'd never seen Bumblebee act like that before.
He shook his helm wondering whether Sunstreaker would ever forgive him for actually having been attracted to the minibot in that moment.
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“Time’s passing Bee.” Cliffjumper teased as he followed the slightly smaller mech down the corridor towards their shared quarters. Bumblebee shrugged easily, knowing his roommate had no idea that he had been very subtly working towards his goal.
Who would have thought that showing his less sweet side to Sideswipe would garner him so much attention. He should have tried this before.
“I have time.” Was the easy reply, prompting Cliffjumper to snort in disbelief.
“Not much. If you can’t do it just admit it and pay the forfeit.” The red mech gave his companion a sidelong look. “None of the others think you can do it either, so they won’t be surprised or disappointed or anything if you do concede.” Bumblebee’s optics narrowed just slightly before his expression evened out and he shrugged, affecting nonchalance.
“I have time.” He repeated, wondering if perhaps he should work a little harder at the goal. No matter what he’d just said, he did only have a few joors left to act in. He shook his helm before pausing, his optics growing distant, as someone pinged his communication line.
You have an opening of less than a cycle. Mirage reported as he provided a set of coordinates. I expect full details later Bee. He added before cutting the call. Bumblebee’s optics flashed in mild irritation before he turned to head back the way they’d just come.
“Sorry CJ, I’ll catch up with you later.” Cliffjumper watched him hurry back down the corridor before shrugging and continuing on to their quarters, still confident in his victory.
Bumblebee meanwhile was working at doing what he did best, which was finding out things he wasn’t supposed to know. Mirage’s promised tip off hadn’t really come at a good time, but it would have to do.
He easily located his quarry on shift in one of the store rooms doing a stock count and poked his helm inside. A few seemingly random questions and he had more information than he immediately needed… but he also had that one piece of intelligence that he did need.
Poor Bluestreak, often so desperate for someone to talk to who was actually listening that he said more than he meant to at times. Still, Bumblebee made sure not to press the mech for anything beyond the latest gossip going through the ark, he liked him too much to want to manipulate him.
He quickly thanked the gunner, earning a bright smile and cheerful wave in return as he headed off in search of his true target. Now that he knew what Sideswipe was planning, he could use that to his advantage.
He definitely had to act fast if he wanted a chance to shove his fellow minibot’s certainties down their intakes. Sunstreaker was out of the ark and Sideswipe was off shift, which meant he had access to the slightly less psychotic twin for at least the next handful of breems.
Unfortunately, a handful of breems may not be enough... and he really only had one shot at this.
He slipped into the store room that Sideswipe had taken residence in to plan his latest prank whilst Prowl, Red Alert and Optimus were in a meeting with the officials of New York City and unable to punish him. He was greeted with an incredible view of the red twin’s aft in the air as he rifled through the crate at his pedes.
For a moment Bumblebee paused and just enjoyed the view, quickly taking a data-shot for later perusal. Primus but he hoped this worked, what he wouldn’t give for just a chance… he mentally shook himself. He had to focus on the task and not on his quarry’s aft, stunning though it undeniably was…
“That a familiar position for you Sides, or are you usually on the other end?” He asked with a smirk in his vocals, masking the heat that had immediately risen within him at the view.
Bumblebee’s optics were intent as Sideswipe snapped upright, the red twin’s servo going for his rifle as he spun around to face him only to relax as he realised who had crept up on him again.
“Why do you keep doing that?” He demanded of the minibot. “You’ve been appearing out of nowhere far more than usual, what are you trying to do?” The question earned no reply beyond a darkly enigmatic smile and a slightly tilted helm as the minibot examined Sideswipe intently.
Again, Sideswipe wondered what it was about that particularly dangerous glint in the usually sweet mech’s optics that had his temperature rising, and whether his brother would ever forgive him. Before he could consider it further, Bumblebee leant forward slightly, optics drawing the larger mech in as his voice lowered to a purr.
“I have a business proposition for you… and I do believe you’ll like the results.”
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Bumblebee's optics glowed as he slowly walked around Sideswipe's prone form, trailing a single digit along the warm metal as the toughliner's cooling fans whirring into life. The red mech’s expression clearly questioned how exactly he’d managed to get into this situation, flat on the berth unable to move more than his helm, but his deeply blue optics belied his true feelings.
His confusion didn’t concern Bumblebee at this moment, it was the lust that he was interested in. He was confident he could make this worth all Sideswipe’s supposed discomfort, he was going to make sure they both enjoyed this.
Bumblebee moved to swiftly straddle Sideswipe’s chassis as he smiled, that increasingly familiar dangerous smile that sent Sideswipe's arousal rocketing.
"How does it feel to be completely at my mercy?" The minibot murmured as he ran his digits down the seams of the chassis plating, teasing sensors and wires with barely there pressure; spark pulsing as Sideswipe bit back a moan.
He never thought he'd actually reach this point, hadn't dared to even hope he would be here, but now that he was...
"I could do whatever I want to you and you wouldn't be able to stop me." He hummed, grinning wickedly. "So what should I do to you?" He leant forward, optics burning into the almost indigo ones below him, digits caressing the warm face plating.
“Get to the interesting stuff.” Sideswipe suggested with a dirty smile that had Bumblebee laughing even as he felt himself becoming almost uncomfortably hot.
"Not really one for foreplay are you?" He asked rhetorically as he lowered his faceplate over Sideswipe’s, his glossa slipping out to dance along the other's lips, shivering as Sideswipe's own glossa darted out to lap at him.
"Never have been." Sideswipe whispered between teasing flicks, his prowess showing through even with his inability to move. Bumblebee felt his port clench in anticipation as Sideswipe drew him down into an intense kiss with a tempting swirl of his glossa.
"Good, because neither am I." Bumblebee breathed as he slowly drew back, sliding down the hot form, plating scraping pleasantly until he had access to Sideswipe's panel not hesitating in sliding it away and reaching for the mech's cord.
A quick series of strokes had Sideswipe gasping, optics offlining as Bumblebee took the requested data-shots. For just a moment he paused to admire the view before re-focusing on the immediate situation, and his own growing need.
"What would everyone say if they could see you now... helpless... burning... aching... for me..." His optics flared as he leant forward, mouth sliding, surrounding, caressing the hot length, bringing sensors screaming into life and sending Sideswipe whimpering helplessly. A smirk pulled at Bumblebee's lips as he hummed, dipping his glossa into the connective pins of the impressive spike, feeling it quivering with the desperate revving of the toughliner's engine.
"Primus... Bee please..." Sideswipe finally moaned and Bumblebee raised his optics to meet Sideswipe's who groaned, as the minibot slowly drew off, rising to his pedes.
"Tell me what you want." He ordered, servos clasping the quivering spike with barely felt pressure, shifting his position, readying himself, smirking as his lubricant dripped from his port to the pressurised spike in his grasp.
"I want to frag you so slagging hard you won't be able to walk outta here." Sideswipe all but growled, his optics drinking in the view as Bumblebee's engine revved, breaking through his control.
"Maybe next time." He purred before immediately lowering himself onto Sideswipe, whose reply was choked off in a strained gasp. Bumblebee moaned, his helm falling back as he was stretched by the impressive cord.
He knew he should have prepared himself a little, he wasn’t stretched enough to take this without risking damage but he didn’t care, it felt too good. Primus... it had been too long since he'd felt anything like this...
“Slag Bee...” Sideswipe gasped out as the tight valve clenched around him, caressing sensors without even moving. “So tight.” Bumblebee glanced up, smirking as he carefully lifted himself up before allowing gravity to drag him further back down, relishing in the shiver the move sent through the prone warrior.
“Benefit to being a minibot.” He purred, clenching tightly around Sideswipe in alternating patterns, sending the toughliner moaning, his engine revving in something like desperation.
“I’ve never had... haven’t had a minibot...” Bumblebee paused, optics focusing slightly as Sideswipe’s disjointed words pierced through the haze clouding his thought processes.
“Never had a minibot?” Bumblebee asked, rising up again, feeling himself lubricate further as a rush of heat speared through him as he realised what that meant.
“Never wanted one before.” Came the breathless response and Bumblebee’s lips curled up in a dangerous smile as he met Sideswipe’s optics.
“Then I’ll have to show you exactly what you’ve missed out on.” He carefully relaxed, loosening the tightly bunched sensor clusters to allow for better movement. Then he rose and slammed down.
Sideswipe cried out, his optics offlining as Bumblebee repeated the motion, moaning as he sank further down. He paused, venting hot air as he tried to reign himself in a little... he wanted this to last...
“Bee...” Sideswipe pled and the small spy shivered, throwing self control away for the moment. He grinned slightly as he shifted and lifted himself slowly off Sideswipe once more before pulling down hard.
He threw his helm back with a cry as they connected, his servos clutching at the red chassis beneath him. He could hear Sideswipe moaning but most of his attention was taken up on the streams of sensation data being shared through the hardline connection.
After a moment he regained some control and concentrated on sending energy pulses through the connection. He smirked slightly even as he shivered as Sideswipe responded with a growl, his strength not reigned back.
Clearly nobody had thought to mention to the toughliner that most minibot’s held their energy better than larger forms. His optics glowed as his servos absently delved into the spaces between the red plating of the chassis beneath him, simultaneously sending another rush of heated energy to the prone mech.
Sideswipe moaned, but Bumblebee didn’t give him a chance to respond, he grinned as he sent wave after wave of energy through. Powerful bursts, subtle bursts, changing in strength and speed with each wave sent.
For all his rumoured prowess in the berth, Sideswipe stood no chance beneath the pleasurable onslaught and he overloaded, his helm falling back as he cried out. Bumblebee’s servos grasped the red chassis below him as he followed, the toughliner’s energy spearing through his systems, throwing him into the pleasurable abyss.
As the overwhelming sensations eased into a steady hum of pleasure, Bumblebee allowed his helm to fall forward again, his optics meeting Sideswipe’s. For a long moment they remained still, examining one another before Bumblebee smiled slightly, disconnecting and beginning to draw himself off Sideswipe’s spike.
“And that’s how it feels to be fragged by a minibot.” He murmured lowly, vocaliser not hitching even as pings of pleasure ran through him as the spike brushed over sensors on its way out. The moment he was free, Bumblebee stepped back and pulled out a cleaning cloth.
He ignored the optics he could feel burning into him as he cleared his plating of any visible evidence of their activities. Once done he turned still dark optics to the prone twin, running from the lubricant spattered interfacing hardware and up to the intent optics, wishing he could go another round but knowing he had to leave.
Bumblebee stepped forward and easily re-set Sideswipe's motion controls, allowing the warrior the ability to move again. For a moment they simply stared before Bumblebee smiled that dark smile again though this time it was tinged with something almost regretful.
"Shame I had to send you into stasis in order to get my data-shots wasn't it? Then I was cruel enough to leave you to deal with your problem all on your own without you ever knowing what had happened." Sideswipe's optics flashed but Bumblebee stepped back out of reach before the red mech could make a move towards him, in case that had been his intent.
"I'll get the agreed trade to you, but I’m very aware that this never happened." Sideswipe stared at the charge inducing smile when without warning all the danger in the minibot's demeanour faded and Bumblebee's smile became bright, optics and faceplate as innocent as they'd always been before.
"Thanks for helping me Sides, couldn't have done it without you. I owe you one." Then he was gone leaving an off centre and up-charged Sideswipe staring after him wondering what had just happened... and how Sunstreaker would react if he ever learned he’d been fragged by a minibot... and now wanted more.
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Despite his best efforts, Bumblebee couldn’t help but smirk as he tossed a data-pad onto the table the other minibots were frequenting. He was given confused looks for a moment but he simply motioned to the pad.
“Check it.” He said, optics glimmering as he waited. Cliffjumper warily took the pad and started it up, scanning its contents before scowling and throwing the pad back down.
“No slagging way! How the pit did you do it?” He shouted in frustration. “I was sure you’d never be able to pull this one off!” Bumblebee grinned, the expression smug.
“It’s a secret... but I definitely look forward to receiving the prize, this wasn’t an easy task.”
“I dunno Bee, you sure you haven’t already had a prize? I mean, everyone knows what he’s like.” Powerglide teased as he admired the data-shots. Bumblebee crossed his arms over his chassis and leant forward.
“Contrary to what you all might think, I don’t frag those who haven’t consented. Let’s just say that my method of gaining those shots meant he didn’t know I was taking those shots. With that knowledge, how was I meant to frag him?” He drew back and turned his back plating on the others.
“You either give me the prize or you suffer the consequences. Those are the terms of the game. You forced me to play so it’s too late to back out now.” He headed for the doors before pausing and glancing back, very aware of the fact that he had the entire room’s attention.
“I expect my prize delivered within the next few joors and seriously guys? Stop challenging me. No matter what you tell me to do I’ll always succeed at it, because I refuse to pay your forfeit. I’d rather be con bait.”
With that he continued on his way, neatly side stepping and not acknowledging the twins as he passed them. Sunstreaker ignored him as well, Sideswipe however paused and his optics followed the minibot as he left, something considering within their depths before he shook his helm and continued after his brother, forcefully pushing the minibot from his processor.