Fic - Touch, Part 3
Title: Touch
Part 3 of 6
Continuity: movieverse AU
Rating: NC-17 overall, this chapter PG-13
Content advice: mech-on-mech sticky smut, hint of dub-con (coercion), human/TF tactile, implied human/TF sticky, mention of violence and canon character death, dark themes
Disclaimer: Not making any money out of this.
Characters and/or pairings: Bumblebee, Barricade, Mikaela and Sam with the slashes anywhere and anywhere, with cameos by Optimus and Ratchet.
Summary: In which Bumblebee does some morally questionable things with good intentions, and Barricade learns an important lesson about humans.
*
Barricade hadn’t noticed Mikaela, Bumblebee was relieved. But Mikaela had, for some reason Bumblebee couldn’t quite fathom, recorded a little of what she’d seen on her mobile phone - a gadget she shouldn’t even have on this particular military base - and was delighting in showing it to Sam.
Sam, for his part, had turned a very bright shade of pink.
“Are you two, uh… doing what I think you’re doing?” He gave Bumblebee that look he always seemed to give him when something confusing happened.
“What you think we were doing?” Bee said, his vocal processors for once glitch free. He patted Sam gently on the back. “Manual stimulation,” he explained. “For the purposes of physical and psychological release.”
“Oh, uh… OK.”
“Like Sam’s happy time,” Mikaela stage whispered, then cracked up. Sam turned redder.
“Shut up!” Sam wailed. “Oh that is it, I am so not talking to you.”
Mikaela tried to stifle her giggles, and Bumblebee glanced from one to the other. He wasn’t about to ask what ‘Sam’s happy time’ was, but he could take a guess.
“So, are you like allowed to do that?” Sam said. “I mean, he’s a… and you’re a…”
“There’s no shame in it,” Bumblebee said. “And it may help him to become settled. Although I would appreciate it if you kept this to yourselves. It could be a step in the wrong direction if he were to find out that you know.”
Mikaela fought for breath. “You do anything more that just manual handling?”
“Oh Mikaela, that’s just…” Sam gaped. “I don’t even…” He put his back to her and crossed his arms. “I’m really not talking to you. See this? This is me. Not talking to you.”
“So it is, Sam,” she replied. Her eyes glinted in a way that seemed to promise mischief. “Well,” she said to Bee. “Do you?”
“Yes,” Bumblebee replied. There was no reason to deny it, although Sam appeared to wish that he had.
“Wow,” Mikaela said. “I’d love to see that.”
“You what? NO!” Sam cried. “I mean, that’s personal stuff, you can’t just go in and… and watch something like that!”
Mikaela batted him on the arm. “You’re such a prude.”
“Well,” Bumblebee said, unsure how to continue. In truth, the thought of the humans watching as he interfaced was more than a little intriguing. “It isn’t always done in private,” he conceded. “But I’m not certain who would-”
“I’d love to see you with Barricade.”
Sam gaped, and Bumblebee blinked.
“Oh come on, we make out on your hood all the time, and I know you like it. I wanna see what else you guys get up to. Which reminds me, I promised you a wax and polish…”
It sounded like bribery, but at least it was the transparent, harmless kind. It wasn’t as though Bumblebee had actually agreed to anything.
“You did?” Sam said.
“Sure.” Mikaela grinned. “From both of us.”
*
It felt a little like deception, but Bumblebee reassured himself that it was for a good cause. He idled in alt mode on the tarmac. It radiated heat, warming his undercarriage as the sun beat down on him from above. Soapy water steamed from his every external surface, while Sam and Mikaela alternately sponged him clean and got water all over each other. Every so often, it devolved into play-fighting, but that was all perfectly fine. The longer he sat here like this, the more likely it was that Barricade would happen across them.
And when he did, Bumblebee could show him one aspect of his interactions with humans that was wholly wonderful.
Bee had chosen a spot on Barricade’s preferred route between the mess hall and the hangar in which he liked to recharge. Despite this, the humans had rinsed him and dried him and moved onto the wax and polish before the ex-Decepticon showed up.
The moment Barricade spotted them, he dropped into a defensive crouch, his optics narrowing.
“Oh hey!” Mikaela called. Sam managed to tear his eyes from her chest long enough to echo her welcome.
Barricade backed away.
Bumblebee revved his engine, an unsubtle purr to signal his pleasure. Mikaela leaned over his hood and whispered. “I see what you did there.”
//That looks unpleasant,// Barricade said, using the least public of the few comm. channels available to him. He eyed the empty buckets and discarded sponges, the soft chamois cloths in the humans’ hands, the large tub of wax. //Do you require assistance?//
//They’re doing fine,// Bumblebee responded. //More than fine, in fact. But I’d like it if you stayed.//
Barricade nodded. He didn’t approach, but he didn’t turn and flee either. And he watched, which was more than Bumblebee had expected him to.
//I still don’t know how you can bear it,// Barricade said.
Bee sighed, the soft buff of the chamois sending an enjoyable tingling warmth all through him. //It’s really good,// he replied. //I could drift right into recharge.// It would have been more accurate to say that he was going to recharge very well tonight, but only after dealing with the pressure building behind his interface cover. But he was very relaxed, and it was all the humans’ doing.
//They’re incompetent,// Barricade snarled. //I can see from here they have no technique.//
But you’re still watching them, Bumblebee thought. Perhaps you’re just a little bit intrigued? He gave a staticky sigh of contentment as Sam worked his way around the driver’s side wing mirror.
//It’s surprisingly effective,// he said. //You should give it a go.//
Barricade’s growl of disgust was audible. //They’re leaving smears.//
They probably were. //That’s not important.//
//They’re touching you! And you let them!//
//For a very good reason,// Bumblebee responded. //If you tried it, you’d understand.//
“I understand perfectly well,” Barricade said aloud, and headed towards them.
The humans looked up at him warily, hearts pounding and eyes wide. To their credit, they didn’t bolt. They stood firm, exhibiting trust exactly as Optimus had instructed them to. Bumblebee prepared to transform, in case that trust was unfounded.
Then Mikaela gasped as Barricade’s talons snicked past her face and speared the chamois from her hand. Bumblebee relaxed again.
“Here’s how it’s done,” Barricade huffed. He bent over Bumblebee’s alt and applied the cloth to his armour in a way that made his wires fritz and his innards melt. There sure as the pit wouldn’t be any streaks after this. Or any chance that he could get away with transforming soon, unless he wanted everyone to know how warm he’d got in a certain area.
All too quickly, however, Barricade backed off. He dropped the chamois at Mikaela’s feet.
“Done,” he said, and strode away.
***
Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Part 3 of 6
Continuity: movieverse AU
Rating: NC-17 overall, this chapter PG-13
Content advice: mech-on-mech sticky smut, hint of dub-con (coercion), human/TF tactile, implied human/TF sticky, mention of violence and canon character death, dark themes
Disclaimer: Not making any money out of this.
Characters and/or pairings: Bumblebee, Barricade, Mikaela and Sam with the slashes anywhere and anywhere, with cameos by Optimus and Ratchet.
Summary: In which Bumblebee does some morally questionable things with good intentions, and Barricade learns an important lesson about humans.
*
Barricade hadn’t noticed Mikaela, Bumblebee was relieved. But Mikaela had, for some reason Bumblebee couldn’t quite fathom, recorded a little of what she’d seen on her mobile phone - a gadget she shouldn’t even have on this particular military base - and was delighting in showing it to Sam.
Sam, for his part, had turned a very bright shade of pink.
“Are you two, uh… doing what I think you’re doing?” He gave Bumblebee that look he always seemed to give him when something confusing happened.
“What you think we were doing?” Bee said, his vocal processors for once glitch free. He patted Sam gently on the back. “Manual stimulation,” he explained. “For the purposes of physical and psychological release.”
“Oh, uh… OK.”
“Like Sam’s happy time,” Mikaela stage whispered, then cracked up. Sam turned redder.
“Shut up!” Sam wailed. “Oh that is it, I am so not talking to you.”
Mikaela tried to stifle her giggles, and Bumblebee glanced from one to the other. He wasn’t about to ask what ‘Sam’s happy time’ was, but he could take a guess.
“So, are you like allowed to do that?” Sam said. “I mean, he’s a… and you’re a…”
“There’s no shame in it,” Bumblebee said. “And it may help him to become settled. Although I would appreciate it if you kept this to yourselves. It could be a step in the wrong direction if he were to find out that you know.”
Mikaela fought for breath. “You do anything more that just manual handling?”
“Oh Mikaela, that’s just…” Sam gaped. “I don’t even…” He put his back to her and crossed his arms. “I’m really not talking to you. See this? This is me. Not talking to you.”
“So it is, Sam,” she replied. Her eyes glinted in a way that seemed to promise mischief. “Well,” she said to Bee. “Do you?”
“Yes,” Bumblebee replied. There was no reason to deny it, although Sam appeared to wish that he had.
“Wow,” Mikaela said. “I’d love to see that.”
“You what? NO!” Sam cried. “I mean, that’s personal stuff, you can’t just go in and… and watch something like that!”
Mikaela batted him on the arm. “You’re such a prude.”
“Well,” Bumblebee said, unsure how to continue. In truth, the thought of the humans watching as he interfaced was more than a little intriguing. “It isn’t always done in private,” he conceded. “But I’m not certain who would-”
“I’d love to see you with Barricade.”
Sam gaped, and Bumblebee blinked.
“Oh come on, we make out on your hood all the time, and I know you like it. I wanna see what else you guys get up to. Which reminds me, I promised you a wax and polish…”
It sounded like bribery, but at least it was the transparent, harmless kind. It wasn’t as though Bumblebee had actually agreed to anything.
“You did?” Sam said.
“Sure.” Mikaela grinned. “From both of us.”
*
It felt a little like deception, but Bumblebee reassured himself that it was for a good cause. He idled in alt mode on the tarmac. It radiated heat, warming his undercarriage as the sun beat down on him from above. Soapy water steamed from his every external surface, while Sam and Mikaela alternately sponged him clean and got water all over each other. Every so often, it devolved into play-fighting, but that was all perfectly fine. The longer he sat here like this, the more likely it was that Barricade would happen across them.
And when he did, Bumblebee could show him one aspect of his interactions with humans that was wholly wonderful.
Bee had chosen a spot on Barricade’s preferred route between the mess hall and the hangar in which he liked to recharge. Despite this, the humans had rinsed him and dried him and moved onto the wax and polish before the ex-Decepticon showed up.
The moment Barricade spotted them, he dropped into a defensive crouch, his optics narrowing.
“Oh hey!” Mikaela called. Sam managed to tear his eyes from her chest long enough to echo her welcome.
Barricade backed away.
Bumblebee revved his engine, an unsubtle purr to signal his pleasure. Mikaela leaned over his hood and whispered. “I see what you did there.”
//That looks unpleasant,// Barricade said, using the least public of the few comm. channels available to him. He eyed the empty buckets and discarded sponges, the soft chamois cloths in the humans’ hands, the large tub of wax. //Do you require assistance?//
//They’re doing fine,// Bumblebee responded. //More than fine, in fact. But I’d like it if you stayed.//
Barricade nodded. He didn’t approach, but he didn’t turn and flee either. And he watched, which was more than Bumblebee had expected him to.
//I still don’t know how you can bear it,// Barricade said.
Bee sighed, the soft buff of the chamois sending an enjoyable tingling warmth all through him. //It’s really good,// he replied. //I could drift right into recharge.// It would have been more accurate to say that he was going to recharge very well tonight, but only after dealing with the pressure building behind his interface cover. But he was very relaxed, and it was all the humans’ doing.
//They’re incompetent,// Barricade snarled. //I can see from here they have no technique.//
But you’re still watching them, Bumblebee thought. Perhaps you’re just a little bit intrigued? He gave a staticky sigh of contentment as Sam worked his way around the driver’s side wing mirror.
//It’s surprisingly effective,// he said. //You should give it a go.//
Barricade’s growl of disgust was audible. //They’re leaving smears.//
They probably were. //That’s not important.//
//They’re touching you! And you let them!//
//For a very good reason,// Bumblebee responded. //If you tried it, you’d understand.//
“I understand perfectly well,” Barricade said aloud, and headed towards them.
The humans looked up at him warily, hearts pounding and eyes wide. To their credit, they didn’t bolt. They stood firm, exhibiting trust exactly as Optimus had instructed them to. Bumblebee prepared to transform, in case that trust was unfounded.
Then Mikaela gasped as Barricade’s talons snicked past her face and speared the chamois from her hand. Bumblebee relaxed again.
“Here’s how it’s done,” Barricade huffed. He bent over Bumblebee’s alt and applied the cloth to his armour in a way that made his wires fritz and his innards melt. There sure as the pit wouldn’t be any streaks after this. Or any chance that he could get away with transforming soon, unless he wanted everyone to know how warm he’d got in a certain area.
All too quickly, however, Barricade backed off. He dropped the chamois at Mikaela’s feet.
“Done,” he said, and strode away.
***
Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6