Blackie's a bad person.
“I don’t see what the problem is!” Bee glared around at the other two. They had been working on the Nemesis for almost a week, and the tensions between the two factions were growing.
“They’re Decepticons, and you seem to have forgotten that!”
“His faction doesn’t make him any less human, Ironhide!”
“Yes it does! It makes him an evil bastard!”
Jazz broke in before the shouting argument could escalate. “Bumblebee, we’re just concerned for your safety. You can’t forget that we are at war, and he is the enemy.”
“He’s my friend, Jazz.”
“He looked a lot closer than ‘your friend’ earlier.”
“Ironhide!” Jazz hissed. “Stop it!”
“And what’s it to you, anyway?” Bee shot back.
“It’s fraternizing with the enemy!”
“Ironhide, calm down-“
“We weren’t fraternizing,” Bee growled over Jazz. “And it’s none of your business, anyway.”
“Bee-“ Jazz started.
“No! I don’t care. I’m not going to listen to this crap!” Bumblebee stalked out, leaving the frustrated Ironhide to stew.
Jazz looked pained. “Well, that went well.”
x-x-x
Barricade glanced up as Jazz dragged himself back onto the Nemesis’ bridge. “You look like crap,” he observed bluntly.
Jazz sighed. “Team melodrama. You know how it is.” He thought of the Decepticon force. “Or maybe you don’t. I can’t really see Brawl getting a crush.”
“You’d be surprised,” Barricade told him dryly. He paused. “It’s really none of my business, but…” his voice was hesitant. “This was about Blackout, wasn’t it?”
Jazz’s eyes narrowed.
Barricade went on after a moment, looking faintly uncomfortable. “He’s… Blackout’s not the sort of guy you want around the kid,” he said finally.
“I’m surprised you care.” The opinion was one Jazz had been harboring himself, but he was suspicious of Barricade’s motives.
The pilot looked rueful. “I do have some twinges of conscience, you know. Few and far between, but they are there.”
x-x-x
Bee stalked out of the Nemesis and into the cool night air, heading for the looming helicopter at the edge of the clearing. A deep bark greeted his approach.
“Hi, Skorponok,” he called, stopping.
Skorponok growled from the shadows under the helicopter.
“Bee? That you?” A sleepy voice called out.
“Yeah, it’s me. Blackout, your dog is going to eat me.”
“Come on in. Let him by, Skorpy.” Blackout was leaning in the open doorway, clad only in a pair of fatigue pants. Bee paused, smiling up at him. “Well?”
“Just admiring the view,” Bee responded with a mischievous smirk. He had been - the moonlight highlighting the myriad of long braids splayed over muscular shoulders, just brushing the well-defined abs - Bee bit his lip.
The chopper pilot laughed, offering a hand up. “What brings you out here at this hour?” Blackout asked once Bee climbed inside.
Bee scowled. “Nothing,” he grumbled.
“Get in an argument, did you?” Blackout grinned at Bee’s startled look. “You’re scowling. You never scowl.”
Bumblebee hesitated a moment, then gave in and poured the whole story out. Blackout listened with a sympathetic expression on his face, and sadistic glee inside.
“-And it was their idea to begin with! So I’m not a blind fanatic that hates everyone! That’s supposed to be a good thing, but they’re making like it’s treason-“
“Bee."
“I mean, is it really any of their business who I associate with in my spare time-“
“Bee-ee…”
“It’s not like it’s effecting my duties…”
Blackout sighed. Desperate times, desperate measures…
“Not that they actually give me anything important. I’m getting really sick of being treated like a - “ Bee cut off as Blackout caught him in strong arms, pulling him close and kissing him.
Startled, Bee stiffened, too surprised to react. Blackout took advantage of his position to deepen the kiss. Bee slowly relaxed, leaning into the older man and trying not to melt on the spot.
Damn, he’s good at this…
x-x-x
Bee woke in confusion, in an unfamiliar bed. He slowly became aware of something warm next to him, soft breathing - and something furry on his leg?
Bee grinned to himself as memories of the night before rushed back. He snuggled into a warm shoulder, draping an arm across a smooth, muscular stomach.
“Mornin’,” Blackout’s voice was rough with sleep, sending a thrill through Bee’s spine. He pulled Bee closer, smiling down at him and rubbing a calloused hand across the young Autobot’s back.
“I really should get up,” Bee mumbled.
“Probably,” Blackout agreed, tilting Bee’s face up so he could kiss him.
“Mmm… if you keep that up, I’m never going to move…”
“…Good.”
Then later:
“Blackout, your dog is cutting off circulation to my foot.”
“Skorponok?! What are you doing in here?!”
“Woof?”
“They’re Decepticons, and you seem to have forgotten that!”
“His faction doesn’t make him any less human, Ironhide!”
“Yes it does! It makes him an evil bastard!”
Jazz broke in before the shouting argument could escalate. “Bumblebee, we’re just concerned for your safety. You can’t forget that we are at war, and he is the enemy.”
“He’s my friend, Jazz.”
“He looked a lot closer than ‘your friend’ earlier.”
“Ironhide!” Jazz hissed. “Stop it!”
“And what’s it to you, anyway?” Bee shot back.
“It’s fraternizing with the enemy!”
“Ironhide, calm down-“
“We weren’t fraternizing,” Bee growled over Jazz. “And it’s none of your business, anyway.”
“Bee-“ Jazz started.
“No! I don’t care. I’m not going to listen to this crap!” Bumblebee stalked out, leaving the frustrated Ironhide to stew.
Jazz looked pained. “Well, that went well.”
x-x-x
Barricade glanced up as Jazz dragged himself back onto the Nemesis’ bridge. “You look like crap,” he observed bluntly.
Jazz sighed. “Team melodrama. You know how it is.” He thought of the Decepticon force. “Or maybe you don’t. I can’t really see Brawl getting a crush.”
“You’d be surprised,” Barricade told him dryly. He paused. “It’s really none of my business, but…” his voice was hesitant. “This was about Blackout, wasn’t it?”
Jazz’s eyes narrowed.
Barricade went on after a moment, looking faintly uncomfortable. “He’s… Blackout’s not the sort of guy you want around the kid,” he said finally.
“I’m surprised you care.” The opinion was one Jazz had been harboring himself, but he was suspicious of Barricade’s motives.
The pilot looked rueful. “I do have some twinges of conscience, you know. Few and far between, but they are there.”
x-x-x
Bee stalked out of the Nemesis and into the cool night air, heading for the looming helicopter at the edge of the clearing. A deep bark greeted his approach.
“Hi, Skorponok,” he called, stopping.
Skorponok growled from the shadows under the helicopter.
“Bee? That you?” A sleepy voice called out.
“Yeah, it’s me. Blackout, your dog is going to eat me.”
“Come on in. Let him by, Skorpy.” Blackout was leaning in the open doorway, clad only in a pair of fatigue pants. Bee paused, smiling up at him. “Well?”
“Just admiring the view,” Bee responded with a mischievous smirk. He had been - the moonlight highlighting the myriad of long braids splayed over muscular shoulders, just brushing the well-defined abs - Bee bit his lip.
The chopper pilot laughed, offering a hand up. “What brings you out here at this hour?” Blackout asked once Bee climbed inside.
Bee scowled. “Nothing,” he grumbled.
“Get in an argument, did you?” Blackout grinned at Bee’s startled look. “You’re scowling. You never scowl.”
Bumblebee hesitated a moment, then gave in and poured the whole story out. Blackout listened with a sympathetic expression on his face, and sadistic glee inside.
“-And it was their idea to begin with! So I’m not a blind fanatic that hates everyone! That’s supposed to be a good thing, but they’re making like it’s treason-“
“Bee."
“I mean, is it really any of their business who I associate with in my spare time-“
“Bee-ee…”
“It’s not like it’s effecting my duties…”
Blackout sighed. Desperate times, desperate measures…
“Not that they actually give me anything important. I’m getting really sick of being treated like a - “ Bee cut off as Blackout caught him in strong arms, pulling him close and kissing him.
Startled, Bee stiffened, too surprised to react. Blackout took advantage of his position to deepen the kiss. Bee slowly relaxed, leaning into the older man and trying not to melt on the spot.
Damn, he’s good at this…
x-x-x
Bee woke in confusion, in an unfamiliar bed. He slowly became aware of something warm next to him, soft breathing - and something furry on his leg?
Bee grinned to himself as memories of the night before rushed back. He snuggled into a warm shoulder, draping an arm across a smooth, muscular stomach.
“Mornin’,” Blackout’s voice was rough with sleep, sending a thrill through Bee’s spine. He pulled Bee closer, smiling down at him and rubbing a calloused hand across the young Autobot’s back.
“I really should get up,” Bee mumbled.
“Probably,” Blackout agreed, tilting Bee’s face up so he could kiss him.
“Mmm… if you keep that up, I’m never going to move…”
“…Good.”
Then later:
“Blackout, your dog is cutting off circulation to my foot.”
“Skorponok?! What are you doing in here?!”
“Woof?”