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So I'm seeing people do prompt challenges and I wanna give it a go with our favorite little scout! You can request your prompt idea in this format: 

Ship: (let's say Bee x Cliffjumper) 

Kinks: Bondage/Handcuffs

Iteration: G1

Summary: Cliff and Bee wanna spice things up in the berth. 

Themes/Kinks I'm cool with:

• Noncon/Dubcon
• Somno 
• Gangbang 
• Hypno/Mind Control
• Free use
• Size Difference
• Bondage 
• Drugged sex 
• Toys 
• Deepthroating 

Not OK with: 

• Age Regression (more so mental regression) 
• Gore/Necro (gross)
• Emetophilia 
• Watersports
• Genderbending (No hate but I wanna stick with Bee being male presenting as seen in the shows.)
• Human x Transformers 
• Top Bumblebee (He's a bottom all the way!) 
• Tickling Kink
• Breast kink or milking

I'm cool with most of the iterations and if I didn't add a kink, let me know what you want in your request so I can decide. I can be flexible for those. 

Hope this helps you out in submissions, I can't wait to see what I get! 

I will be adding some of my own prompts in here as well but please keep sending prompts of your own. I'll be sure to tag you! 

Chapter Text

 Bumblebee woke up slowly, finding it to still be night time as the barn door laid open and no light was showing. He knew by sunrise, Breakdown and Swindle, his lovers would have to return to their base and he to the Maltos. 

 Their meetings were held in an abandoned barn far away from the town. They would lay together every chance they got and would interface for hours before resting together in a pile circled up next to another one. Bumblebee could hardly believe he had not one but two Decepticon lovers spiking him on the daily. 

While he did get exhausted from their last session hours ago, Bumblebee still felt the stir in his array as it was pressed against Breakdown's thigh plating. The scout checked his time log and found it was barely three in the morning. They wouldn't have to leave until seven when the sun would begin to peak through the sky; So Bumblebee figured having another round wouldn't be an issue. 

 Bumblebee had propositioned them both for this in the past and both have agreed that if he wanted a late night frag, waking them up wasn't always necessary; He could do as he pleased. Even though both have given consent, Bumblebee still liked to make sure they were aware of his needs. 

 Breakdown was a heavy sleeper and wouldn't come online to anything so Bumblebee knew he shouldn't even bother with him as he slept on his side, unbothered and relaxed. So he focused his attention to Swindle who laid flat on his back against the plush blankets and covers in the makeshift berth. 

 Bumblebee carefully scooted around to get between Swindle's legs. He steeled his nerves as he watched the way Swindle's body moved as he vented; Yet his optics remained dark as he was still in deep recharge. The scout leaned his head close to Swindle's pelvic guard and licked small stripes on his front in an attempt to stimulate his lover's array panel. His efforts were not in vain as when he pressed a kiss to one of the seams on his panel, Bumblebee heard an audible click as the panel flicked open and Swindle's spike came out. It wasn't pressurized but Bumblebee could fix that. 

His glossa swirled around the base of the dark spike which elicited a soft rumble from Swindle but he did not wake. Bumblebee kept going, licking up the sides and past the small, purple sensory nodes. He made his way to the tip and sucked on it a few times before letting it slide into his intake. Bumblebee bobbed his head up and down the shaft, feeling it pressurize to full length. Swindle was a modest size compared to Breakdown and Bumblebee felt much less concerned sucking him off. He kept moving, letting it glide deeper down his intake and letting his glossa lick around the nodes in his mouth. Oral Lubricant dripped down his chin and he felt Swindle's spike throb from the stimulation. He vented heavily in his sleep, turning his head to the side and arching his back as his charge was building yet he still did not wake. The scout felt his valve cycle from under his own panels and lubricant leaking from around the seams as the soft sounds his lover was making was turning him on. He needed his spike in him now. 

So Bumblebee pulled away with a loud, wet pop. He took a second to vent properly before sitting upright and straddling Swindle's waist. The scout felt his lover's spike press against his aft and he grinned against it to tease Swindle; This earned him a sweet moan from his recharging partner. Bumblebee's array panel opened, not able to hold himself back any longer. 

He pressed two digits inside his valve, finding it to still be stretched from the previous session a few hours prior. Less work for him he felt. 

He placed his hands firmly on Swindle's chassis for support as he lined up with his spike, letting the head rub against the outer folds and blue anterior node. He hissed from the sensations, rolling his hips to let the shaft glide past his valve lips. He sank himself down slowly, breathless as he was breached with his calipers cycling instinctively around the intrusion. With a soft clang, he was fully seated on Swindle's spike. He keened as his lover's spike hit his forge opening, brushing up against his ceiling node.

“Ooo~” Bumblebee moaned softly, feeling immense pleasure overtake his frame.

He got up slowly before sitting back down which made Swindle jerk his hips in reaction. Bumblebee set a steady pace of riding his spike. The wet sounds of his valve getting spear open were making his charge buzz.

Swindle himself felt waves of charge dance across his frame. He could feel the warm, wet heat around his shaft but wasn't sure if he was dreaming; Not like he'd complain either as it felt good. He dreamed it was Bumblebee doing this to him. He remembered their activities from last night and his spike throbbed harder and the warmth around it seemed to squeeze tighter. It felt so real.

“Swindle~” 

He heard his name from above him. 

His senses were now 100% online.

The tightness around his spike was now even stronger.

The hands on his chassis, he felt them dig into the seams.

The weight around his pelvic guard that would move in a steady rhythm

His optics came online, slowly recalibrating to focus and Swindle was greeted to the sight of Bumblebee with a lustful gaze, panting hard as he moved up and down his spike. 

“Oh, Bee~” Swindle uttered as he took in the sight. 

Bumblebee was not startled at all, merely smiling at his lover while maintaining his speed. 

“Finally awake.” He spoke sweetly. 

“This is a great way to get woken up, you know.” Swindle smirked as he ran his hands up Bumblebee's thighs. 

The two giggled amongst themselves, enjoying the connection. Swindle moved his hands to his lover's hips to help him along as he moved. He pushed his own hips up to meet Bumblebee halfway; Causing his spike to hit his ceiling node harshly. He threw his head back and moaned loudly. His door wings fluttered wildly as Swindle took the reins. 

“Swin-! Ooo~! Please-! Right there~”

“Frag, Bee~!” Swindle growled as Bumblebee was squeezing him in a vice grip. 

He shouted his lover's name before sitting him down on his spike completely, grinding them together as he overloaded. Bumblebee rolled his optics back as hot liquid flooded his forge. Lubricant gushed from his valve as he climaxed as well. 

The scout slumped forward on Swindle's chassis venting hard as his systems needed to recover. Bumblebee still felt the pleasurable buzz rack his frame in aftershocks and it left him needing more. Swindle left soft kisses against his helm letting his hands rub Bumblebee's waist. 

“You still need my undivided attention?” Swindle whispered into his audials.

“Always. Just wish Breakdown wasn't such a heavy sleeper. We could be having fun together.” Bumblebee pouted, getting his lover to chuckle. 

“Doesn't matter all that much. We both agreed it's hot when you get so needy for our spikes.” Swindle reminded him. 

Bumblebee hummed in agreement leaning in to kiss Swindle on his derma.

“You gonna take him?” Swindle questioned in between kisses.

“Yes…you and him both.” Bee vented, “If you're up for it.”

“Always up for a good frag.” 

Bee smiled softly. He couldn't have asked for a better lover. Not when he had two who gave him all he needed in the berth. 

Chapter Text

Rodimus looked over his data pads lazily, bored out of his mind while nursing a half empty glass of high grade. 

He hasn't been having a great day; Or many not great days in fact. 

Rodimus was now the Prime and leader of the Autobots following Optimus's demise. On top of the major increase in workload, Rodimus couldn't be himself anymore. The Autobots needed someone to navigate post war rehabilitation and he was a full on god to the humans on earth who were now expecting him to be Optimus, a wise and compassionate spokesperson for his faction.

But Rodimus was neither of those things. He was a troublemaker as Hot Rod. He could barely follow orders on a good day and Optimus was always scolding him and worse, he had an intense problem. He couldn't keep his spike in his panels. 

Hot Rod was a well known player and his reputation still precedes him now. 

Which is a problem since he's had his optics set on a certain yellow mini bot for a while now. 

It's no secret that Rodimus had a thing for Bumblebee. Small, sweet, and not to mention being the cutest minibot he's ever seen. As Hot Rod, he loved a good valve and never had anything serious. Just a string of casual hookups and one night stands among his comrades. So when he tried to pursue Bumblebee for something serious, he flat out refused. The scout cited many reasons or excuses why he couldn't join him on private outings that were very obviously disguised dates. 

“I'm super busy with all the reports I need to detail. You know how Prowl is with getting his information on time.” 

“Sorry, I need to catch up on recharge.” 

“I promised Cliffjumper I'd go racing with him.” 

“Hot Rod, I don't think it's appropriate. We're at war. Let's just stay friends.”  

Hot Rod couldn't just stay friends when all he can think about is him. Even when he tried to clean up his reputation, Bumblebee still rebuffed his advances. 

It became even more problematic when Optimus pulled him aside and had to give him a warning on pestering Bumblebee.

“He does not want a romantic relationship. Your refusal to accept his answer is unprofessional and highly inappropriate. I hope we do not have to have this conversation again.” The Prime warned him sternly.  

So Hot Rod backed off but the feelings still remained and became stronger. 

It started to affect his recharge cycles. When he was self servicing in the privacy of his quarters he couldn't overload without thinking about Bumblebee. 

Then Optimus died and he became Rodimus Prime. 

Bumblebee no longer had protection. He had already sworn fealty to the Matrix and would follow the will of the Primes…that includes him now. 

When he was sent to work on Earth, Bumblebee had been placed in the special ops division with Jazz and he would be working in close proximity to him. 

Rodimus tried to make flirting attempts but Bumblebee was still refusing him. 

Now with Jazz looking to retire, Bumblebee would have to deal with Rodimus even more frequently which the young Prime knew. His attempts became bolder and the scout kept rejecting him politely, not wanting to create drama in the workplace.

But Rodimus now wouldn't take no for an answer from the scout.

So here he was, bored and waiting for Bumblebee to appear so he could corner him. 

Several hours later, the scout appeared looking frazzled as he came to greet his Prime.

“S-sorry I'm late! I had to speak with Prowl and we didn't keep track of the time!” Bumblebee apologized profusely. 

Rodimus looked at the way Bumblebee was shaking. He could tell Bumblebee was running on fumes with how dimmed his optics were which were normally a bright blue. He could tell he was on the verge of crying but was restraining himself to not seem unprofessional.

“Bee…what happened? Rodimus questioned softly, getting up from his desk.

Bumblebee was taken aback but he quickly shook his head to his Prime.

“I-I'm fine! Just been busy!” He stammered.

“You look like shit, Bee. What's going on? Be honest with me.” 

Bumblebee bit his derma and kept denying that anything was a miss.

“You're a terrible liar, you know that. Now fess up. You're not getting enough recharge, aren't you?” Rodimus grilled him. 

Bumblebee eventually cracked, venting hard as he poured his emotions out. 

“I have so much on my plate. I can't keep up so I've been working late…Today, Prowl chewed me out for making some errors on a report.”

“But Bee, mistakes happen. Prowl is just being Prowl; And you need to take a break. You look like you're about to fall over.” Rodimus spoke with concern in his voice. 

“I can't-!” The scout exclaimed, “It's been so difficult to just relax. I have so much to do, I-!” 

Rodimus picked up the minibot with ease and carried him to sit on his chair which was so high up, Bumblebee could reach his legs to touch his pedes on the floor.

“Rodimus, what are you-?”

A soft touch to his modesty panel made him go silent as his face heated up in shock. 

“You need to relax…As your Prime, I can't allow you to not take care of yourself. Let me help you unwind.” Rodimus replied in a sultry tone. 

“Wait, Rodimus! Don't-! I'm your subordinate!” Bumblebee squirmed in the seat but the strength of his superior kept him in place. 

Rodimus gripped under Bumblebee's knees and pulled them apart. Settling his head in between them. 

“Then let me do this as a friend, Bee. Let me help you loosen up. It'll feel good.” Rodimus pressed on, “After this, I'll give you a few days leave to recuperate. I'll even talk to Prowl to get him tk back off a bit. He shouldn't be too hard on you Bee, you're doing so well!” He praised sweetly. 

Bumblebee didn't know how to take this; He thought Rodimus had long since abandoned his romantic pursuit of him. He knew Optimus told him to let it go! 

But now Rodimus was leaving soft kisses around his modesty panel as he sat in a chair much too big for his frame. He could feel the heat building around his array and charge danced around his core. The scout saw a ping pop up on his HUD requesting to open his array panel and he refused it initially.

“Rod-Rodimus~! I don't-!” Bumblebee took a shaky vent and regained his speech, “I d-don't want a fling!” 

Rodimus stopped to look at Bumblebee with a lustful gaze.

“What if I don't want that either?” 

 The scout looked at him in surprise. 

“I thought-!” 

“Thought wrong, Bee.” Rodimus interrupted, “I want you now let me prove it to you.” 

Rodimus pressed more kisses to the minibots panel and with the strong ache in his array bringing him discomfort, Bumblebee couldn't refuse the ping any longer. With a soft click, his panel slid back and his puffy valve was now visible to Rodimus; It was black with blue biolights ringed around the folds with a matching anterior node. Rodimus was in awe at the delicate array before him and found the lubricants trickling from the folds to be inviting. 

He pressed his intake to Bumblebee's valve and inserted his glossa passed the outer lips which made the scout jolt violently as he felt the intrusion. A strange feeling churned in Bumblebee's groin as Rodimus darted his glossa in and out the mesh, swirling around every inch of his insides. Occasionally running his glossa around the outer lips to lap up all the leaking lubricant and licking his anterior node thoroughly which had Bumblebee shaking and gasping in pleasure. The scout gripped the upper part of the chair trying to stay grounded as his superior played with his valve like an instrument. He would push his glossa up against his ceiling node which made more lubricant gush from his valve and Rodimus loved to hear his sweet moans and cries as he gave him so much pleasure. 

“Rod-Rodimus~!! Ahh~!! Please~!!” Bumblebee pleaded wantonly, his processor closing any semblance of control.

All he could bring himself to say was Rodimus, his source of ecstasy. 

Bumblebee felt his frame run hot; His fans were working overtime to keep him from overheating. He weakly bucked his hips seeking more friction from the long glossa in his valve. Rodimus kept his hold firmly and placed his entire intake around Bumblebee's tiny valve.

Bumblebee arched his back and cried out Rodimus's name as he overloaded. Transfluid spilled into Rodimus's intake which he ingested hungrily like he was starved of energon. Bumblebee screamed loudly through his overload, his systems seeming to go offline as it was absolutely wrecked from the shock to frame. 

Bumblebee slumped in the chair, venting hard as he tried to recover while Rodimus licked his overstimulated valve clean of transfluid and lubricant. 

“Rodimus…” He uttered weakly. 

His superior eventually pulled up with a loud, wet pop as he finished his task. He licked his derma of excess fluids. 

“You taste as sweet as I imagined, Bee. You're perfect.” Rodimus smirked. 

Bumblebee didn't know how to respond; Nor could he as he was still a wreck from the encounter. 

Rodimus picked up the minibot from the chair as if he weighed nothing. Carrying him out of his office into his private chambers. Bumblebee was too tired and overwhelmed to fight this as he was laid on the plush berth and covered in soft fabric. His optics dimmed as he was close to falling into a much needed recharge.

“Rest now, little Bee. Will deal with this tomorrow.” 

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“Soundwave: Recording. Audials: Full volume. Visual feed: High definition.” 

Megatron was pleased at this response. His communications officer would get a good video of this to send to the Autobots. 

Soundwave stood near the doorway to the room which was well light so no details would be obscured by shadows. In the middle was Bumblebee, spread out in a medical stirrup. His pedes tied down in a way so his thighs were spread wide and his hands pinned above his head. The scout squirmed in his confines, yelling every known earth obscenity at the Decepticons surrounding him. 

They leered at him, laughing as he tried in vain to appear threatening. 

Megatron made his intentions clear when he captured him. 

“I wish to send an important message to your Prime…About how easy it is to break his beloved scout into becoming a spike sleeve.” 

Bumblebee had expected to be violated by Megatron only but here stood several other Decepticons eager to have a moment with him. Then he saw that past them were several more Decepticons all looking at him with hungry optics. 

Bumblebee felt his spark sink. 

He was going to be violated by the entire Decepticon army.

He didn't think his frame could handle it. He was a mini bot, too small to take war frame spikes. 

They'd split him in two.

Megatron could tell the scout was realizing the situation and laughed. 

“Do not fret, little scout. I've warned my underlings to not be too rough with you. I need you alive anyway. How else will I send you back as my messenger?” 

“Don't do this…please!” Bumblebee yelled, "I'll never open my panels for the likes of you!” 

“You'll be begging for a Decepticon spike soon.” Megatron confidently proclaimed.

He snapped his fingers at Shockwave to come forward. The mad scientist held a data transfer stick. With no hassle, he stuck into the back of Bumblebee's neck where his port was located, initiating the data transfer. The scout couldn't refuse it and the data he received made his body convulse. 

“The heat inducer program has successfully been transferred. He should be compliant with our needs now.” Shockwave stated. 

He wasn't incorrect in that statement either as the scout felt his frame begin to run hot. His core temperature rose to an all time high and his processor was glitching, not allowing him to think clearly. His lower regions started to ache as his array panels stirred to life. He groaned as his valve cycled and lubricant leaked from around his panel. Bumblebee tried to ignore the ping to open his array, requesting a spike to alleviate his overheating frame. He squirmed in hiding restraints and rubbed his panel against the slab which sent jolts of pleasure straight to his core making him whine. 

Megatron chuckled, taking great delight in the Prime's beloved scout struggling against the heat. He got in between Bumblebee's spread legs, running his hands down the scouts inner thighs which had him shiver from the touch; His body was burning and aching for more. Megatron pressed his groin to Bumblebee's array and it was the end of his fight. His array panels flicked open with his valve now on full display and spilling lubricant as it flexed its valve lips, cycling around nothing. The cool air made Bumblebee quiver with need as his overheated frame still needed more. 

“I will be the one to break you in.” Megatron proclaimed with the other Decepticons cheering for him. 

The warlord pulled back slightly to let his own array come open. His spike pressurized immediately to full length, standing proudly with silver plating and red nodes along the sides for extra stimulation. 

Megatron pushed the tip past the outer folds of the scout's valve, relishing in how the calipers squeezed around his spike. He then slid inside, sheathing himself completely which made Bumblebee scream as he was filled leaving a slight bulge from under his midsection. He sobbed as Megatron pulled out only to slam back inside hitting his ceiling node. Intense pleasure racked his frame and his calipers tightened around the large spike inside him. 

“You take me so well, little scout. It's like you were made for this.” Megatron leered as he started thrusting aggressively. 

The loud clanging of their hips meeting at a fast space filled the room in tandem with Bumblebee's cries and moans. A few of the Decepticons were bold enough to pull out their own spikes and self service at the display of their leader having his way with the Autobot. 

Bumblebee couldn't speak coherently with how hard Megatron was shoving his spike inside and hitting all the spots that made his frame go haywire. Lubricant gushed from his valve to help with the interfacing but it didn't stop Megatron from ravaging his valve. Bumblebee is sure he tore a seam in him with how violent he was being.

He hated how it made him feel. How his charge was building from this encounter. He hated how Megatron was enjoying this, venting hard as he pounded into his valve like a toy. 

He could hear the Decepticons cheering and shaming him from all around him. 

“The Autobot loves it! He was made for taking spikes!” 

“He wants it so badly! Look at his face!” 

“Autobot shareware!” 

Bumblebee couldn't stop them, not like this as Megatron took him. He keened as a strong wave of pleasure washed over him and his climax was reached. He overloaded from this. It must've affected Megatron as well as with a loud groan he stilled and hot transfluid flooded his forge. Bumblebee felt his midsection swell as Megatron filled him, riding out his own overload. The scout went limp venting hard to recover from the interfacing. 

Megatron soon pulled out with a loud, wet pop and transfluid mixed with lubricant spilled from Bumblebee's valve in a small puddle. 

Megatron put his spike back under his panel, recollecting himself. 

“He is yours now.” He announced to the others before walking away. 

Leaving Bumblebee to the desires of the Decepticons. 

He would go in and out of consciousness, coming online to a new face using his frame. Each one differed in how they abused his valve. 

Starscream was brutal as he leaned over him and nipped at his neck while forcing his spike in as deep as he could go before stirring it around his valve. 

He went offline just as he overloaded and came to with Thundercracker doing the same to him as his Trinemate. Skywarp was even worse before he went under again. 

He woke up with a start as Mixmaster shoved his large spike in his valve which spread it even wider than Megatron had done.

“He's still tight~!” He moaned as he started to move with precision. 

He would hit his ceiling node dead on with each thrust and it had Bumblebee overloading twice before he went offline again and awoke to Brawl finishing inside him with a loud gasp. 

The worst of it all was Bumblebee knew the Decepticons were numerous in numbers; There would be more to come before this nightmare would be over. 

All of it being dutifully recorded by Soundwave for his Autobot friends to see. 

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Bumblebee told himself to always be ready for any possible attack from the Decepticons. So when he came online this morning, he was in for a surprise from his friends who were now acting out in a strange manner. 

His first thought as Mirage and Cliffjumper engaged in an all out brawl in the middle of the hallway was a Decepticon virus that made them aggressive; Megatron could've perfected the formula after his last attempt at getting them to destroy each other. 

He tried to break them apart but then he heard their angry shouting at each other, quiet and soft pants and moans filled the air as Mirage pinned Cliffjumper to the floor with his pressurized spike rubbing against his plating. 

Bumblebee felt his face plates heat up as the two engaged in interfacing with no care that their fellow Autobot got a full view of their lovemaking. The scout had to leave, not really sure what to do; It was like they weren't aware of his presence at all. 

Bumblebee quickly walked down the corridor, hoping to tell someone in high command what he just witnessed, fearing it still could be some sort of attack. But as he entered the rec room, Prowl and Jazz were hustling on the ground with their spikes out; Both fighting for dominance and it was apparent Prowl was winning. 

Bumblebee was shocked and took off, clearly getting help from Prowl wasn't going to happen. 

He passed by more of his comrades fighting and some even mid frag not at all caring about the public affairs they were broadcasting. 

As Bumblebee rounded the corner to the meeting hall, he was tackled to the floor. 

It was Ironhide. The older mech was venting hard as he used his large size to pin the scout to the cold floor.

“Ironhide, what are you doing!? It's me!” Bumblebee pleaded with his mentor.

“Bee…” Ironhide huffed, his frame running hot to touch as he was pressed against his target.

“Ironhide, what's going on!? Why’s everyone acting weird?!” Bumblebee nervously asked, feeling the heat radiating from his mentor's frame. 

“I think our sire protocols have activated again…” Ironhide groaned, struggling to maintain his senses, “After many missed cycles it's hitting everyone at once…Oh, Primus! I can't-!” 

Bumblebee wanted to be relieved that this wasn't a Decepticon trick; This would blow over after their cycles would run its course. But as Ironhide kept him down and a kneepad pressed against his array panel, Bumblebee felt his spark sink. 

Bee…Please…Let me have the honor of taking your seal.” Ironhide spoke in a soft tone. 

Bumblebee couldn't believe what his elder was asking of him. He wanted to spike him right there out in the open like the others were doing. 

Bumblebee hadn't had the chance to find a partner with the war going on. He wanted to wait for the “one” and was still sealed. Many of his comrades would crack jokes about him being sealed after so long. Even with all the propositions he got from close friends for a casual hookup, he refused. 

He was waiting for a special mech. 

Who was NOT Ironhide. 

“Ironhide, please get off me. I don't want this. It's not right!” he pleaded loudly, a small part of him hoping someone would help him. 

“Don't be like that, Lil Bee. Many of us have wanted to get in the berth with you for ages. Let me have the chance to be your first.” Ironhide vented hard, struggling against his desire to spike the scout at that very moment. He wanted this to last. 

But before he got the opportunity, Ironhide was flung across the hallway like a ragdoll, which gave Bumblebee the opportunity to scramble to his pedes. 

Only to get knocked down again by Brawl who was worse for wear, having just come out of another fight. 

Then it happened all over again as Smokescreen tackled them both. 

“You can't have him!” He shouted in unbridled rage, uncharacteristic of him. 

“Says who! I got to him first!” Brawl argued.

“Says me!” Ironhide yelled as he punched the other. 

It led to all three of them getting in a tussle on the floor, shouting over each other how they should have the right to “break” his seal for a variety of absurd reasons.

Bumblebee took the chance and ran away. He needed to find a safe place to hide until he could come up with a better plan. Bumblebee wasn't sure why his cycle wasn't activating like the others were. But it was keeping his senses intact and he didn't want to be caught in the middle of his comrades' lustful cravings. 

He took a sharp turn down another corridor and looked around carefully. He couldn't hear any voices so perhaps he was in luck and the room was empty. Perfect, he could lock himself in there until this was over. Just as he was about to access the keypad, a loud bang and crash was heard down the hallway as a door flew off from its hinges and down the hallway with speed, hitting the wall down the other side of the hallway and crumbling to pieces upon impact. 

Bumblebee whirled his head as he watched the door fly and then back at the way it came. Now at the broken entrance stood his leader, venting hard with steam emanating from his exhaust pipes. His left hand was pressed against the side of the entryway and with a squeeze, the material started to crank in his hold. 

The strength of a Prime.

A very heated Prime. 

Bumblebee felt his engine rumble at the display, His superior was a mech who could bring Megatron to his knees with such power. It made Bumblebee weak on his pedes as he was in awe. A sudden tingle went down his backstrut and he shuddered. 

It must've been loud enough for Optimus to hear as he whipped his head to look straight at his scout. 

“Bee.” He rumbled lowly. 

“O-Optimus??” Bumblebee squeaked. 

With every step Optimus took, a deep thud was made as his pedes stomped against the metal floor. It got louder the closer he got to Bumblebee who remained frozen in place. He couldn't move. He didn't want to move. 

The heat under his paneling made him feel weaker and his knees buckled. He fell on his aft just as the Prime stood in front of him. 

“Bee…” He uttered in a husky tone.

He got on his hands and knees, caging Bumblebee under his larger frame. Heat radiated from his chassis as the scout was so close he could feel it on his protoform.

Bumblebee could feel his power just being in his presence. 

He was strong.

He was virile. 

He was perfect. 

Bumblebee didn't know he had opened his array panel until the wet sensation hit his seams. Lubricant was leaking from his valve but he wasn't embarrassed. He spread his legs so the Prime could see his array; Could see his submission.

The Prime did not hesitate, his own array panel flicked back and his spike pressurized immediately. The spike was huge but Bumblebee wasn't frightened. He wanted the Prime to spike him, to breed him. 

Optimus moved to rest his servos on the floor to get closer to Bumblebee and pressed his spike to his valve, letting the tip prod at his valve lips. 

“Aaha~! O-optimus~! Please~!” He keened as he jerked his hips. 

The sweet sounds of Bumblebee moans made the Prime snap and within an instant he shoved his spike completely inside Bumblebee's valve. He tore his seal in one strike and hit his forge opening. Optimus groaned with how tight Bumblebee was around his spike. His calipers cycled and squeezed around his length. 

The scout let out a loud cry of unbridled pleasure. He didn't feel pain as Optimus broke his seal. He felt full as the large spike impaled him but it felt incredible. It felt right. 

“Optimus~” Bumblebee called out sweetly. 

The Prime couldn't hold back as he started to move. Pulling his spike til it rested at his outer lips before ramming back inside. His spike nodes would rub against the scout's anterior node and send electric shocks straight up his backstrut making Bumblebee clench down harder. 

“Bumblebee~!” Optimus growled as he kept thrusting. He could see a small bulge form from Bumblebee's lower midsection where his spike warped his plating. 

Optimus still hovered over his partner but was certain he was plowing so hard into Bumblebee he was being smushed into the ground. 

But Bumblebee didn't care. 

The Prime was taking him and giving him so much pleasure he didn't want it to stop. He wanted Optimus to stuff him full of transfluid and get him sparked. 

“O-Optimus, Harder~! D-Deeper~!” He pleaded so wantonly for his Prime. 

Optimus's thrusts became erratic as he pounded into the scout. Loud clanging filled the air as their gyrations became faster and harder. Bumblebee moaned and cried in ecstasy, his legs spreading even wider to accommodate his Prime as his spike spread his valve wide. More lubricant gushed out from around his spike and the slick sounds were added to their lovemaking. 

Bumblebee felt something inside him seemed to be winding tighter and tighter til it snapped and his body convulsed violently as a hot wave of pleasure shocked his frame. His visual feed went static and his vocals had to shut off to recalibrate from his loud scream. He overloaded and transfluid screamed from his valve. His forge opened and Optimus went even deeper inside his scout. With a loud roar and rev of his engine, he overloaded inside Bumblebee's forge. Transfluid flooded his chambers and further warped his plating as it had nowhere else to go as the Prime's spike plugged the opening. Bumblebee's carrier protocols activated and locked the spike in his forge to keep him inside to milk him dry of his seed. 

Bumblebee went limp, venting hard as his processor needed to recover from the mind blowing overload. He felt like he ate too much energon as his midsection was bloated. 

“You did so well for me.” Optimus praised him, softly nuzzling their helms together to show affection, “You'll make a great carrier.” 

Bumblebee smiled deliriously before he went offline. 

He woke up laying on top of his Prime's frame, still plugged by his large spike and a low charge dancing around his frame. 

“Bee~” Optimus uttered, resting his hands on the scout's thighs. 

“Please…More~” Bumblebee pleaded, moving his hips weakly.

“...Anything for my lovely scout.” 

Chapter Text

“Scoot over, Cliff!” 

“I can't exactly go anywhere, Bee!” 

Cliffjumper wasn't lying; He couldn't go anywhere.

He was trapped with Bumblebee in a small room that gave them very little space to move and both their frames were pressed far too close as Bumblebee tried to get to the locked door. 

They had come into the room during a scouting mission at a science lab that the Decepticons had taken over. The yellow minibot tried to force the door open but it wasn't budging. 

“It's jammed or something. I can't get it to open.” He gritted his denta as he heaved on it. 

Cliffjumper fumed. He did not want to be stuck for who knows how long in such a cramped space.

“Can you connect to Teletraan-1? All I'm getting is static.” Bumblebee asked quietly.

Cliffjumper checked his comms and he too wasn't able to call Teletraan-1 either.

“No but the others will notice us missing by the next earth hour or so.” He replied, trying to be hopeful. 

“Right.” Bumblebee affirmed, “Are you injured anywhere? Let me check.” 

Cliffjumper put his hand out to wave his partner off. 

“I-Im fine, Bee.” He reassured him, "Don't worry about me so much.”

But Bumblebee was still worried for Cliffjumper; He could be hiding injuries. He hoped their friends noticed their absence soon. They were supposed to report back in an earth hour with an update on the activity in the facility. Bumblebee found it strange as from what they could gather, it was just a plant testing facility and it wasn't like the Decepticons to raid a place and leave no one in charge to guard it. It was devoid of any Mech or human presence. Just boxes and papers scattered about with various testing labs destroyed during an attack. 

The door suddenly shutting on its own when they came inside the small room was not a good sign but there wasn't much they could do to get out. The room was dark with no lights whatsoever with no windows or keypads to enter a code to unlock the door to get out. Much to both the minibots' surprise, there was no equipment or furniture in this room. It was barren. Bumblebee saw a few vents on the top parts of the room but he didn't think much of it. The human scientist had a ventilation system most likely. 

“Why would the Cons raid this place? It's got nothing that Megatron would even need. Doesn't even hate organics and stuff?” Cliffjumper muttered. 

“It could be a distraction.” Bumblebee replied, noticing a change in their surroundings.

His HUD pinged to the yellow scout that the air of the room was being contaminated with an unknown pollen, one not recognized in his data files. The air vents were pumping the room full of this pollen and Bumblebee couldn't discern what effects this pollen will have on his frame. 

This must've been a trap all along and now Cliffjumper and him are gonna be infected with whatever is being circulated into the room. 

The yellow scout kept hitting and pushing against the door, desperately trying to force it open. 

“Cliff, we gotta get out of here! There's something getting aired in here through the vents!” Bumblebee shouted at his comrade.

But Cliffjumper didn't respond. 

He wasn't listening to Bumblebee, too focused on how hot his frame was running. His fans had flicked on to cool off his frame but the heat kept rising. Cliffjumper got pings requesting he open his interfacing array and it was getting harder and harder to ignore it with the throbbing of his spike against his panels. 

Bumblebee wasn't looking at him, his back turned as he kept messing with the door but his motions were becoming sluggish as he came under the effects of the pollen in the air. 

Cliffjumper could see lubricant leak from around Bumblebee's array. 

Cliffjumper could control his less than innocent feelings around the yellow scout pretty well most days. 

 He couldn't deny how charming and cute he was and he's known Bumblebee even before the war started. He's had many nights alone in his berth self servicing at the thought of Bumblebee; Conjuring up false images of the minibot as he stroked his spike. 

So now, before him, was the object of his lustful desires now leaning forward against the door; A soft click was audible as his valve panel flicked back and lubricant gushed out calling his inner thighs. His legs were bent at his knee guards as he tried to stay standing but his frame was struggling to maintain his composure.

Cliffjumper wasn't fighting the ping to open his array now. His spike came out fully pressurized and aching with transfluid bubbling at the tip.

He couldn't control himself.

He hobbled towards Bumblebee, closing the small gap between them and pressing against his back. 

“Bee~” Cliffjumper choked out, his vocalizer needing to be reset. 

Bumblebee merely whined as Cliffjumper's spike rubbed against his folds, the friction sending jolts of pleasure to his core. It was so strong and made his overheated frame somewhat bearable as Cliffjumper hugged him from behind to keep him close as he kept rubbing his spike between his valve aggressively. Cliffjumper pressed his head to Bumblebees's neck to nip the protoform which made the yellow minibot moan loudly.

“Cliff~”

Cliffjumper growled as he bit harder, holding his partner tightly. He pulled his spike back slick with fluid and pressed the tip to the valve lips and inserted himself, forcing Bumblebee's calipers to stretch him out and accommodate his size. The yellow scout let out a loud, drawn out moan as he was breached. 

“Cliff~!!” 

The tip of his spike hit his ceiling node and it made Bumblebee's entire frame shake violently from the electric shock of pleasure. Cliffjumper pistoned in and out hitting his ceiling node over and over again. 

“Cliff~! P-please~!” Bumblebee whined as his charge was building so quickly. 

He could barely hold himself up anymore with Cliffjumper being the only thing keeping his upper half from falling over. 

“Bee-! Oh, Bee~! I'm close~!” Cliffjumper vented.

Bumblebee couldn't comprehend the consequences of Cliffjumper overloading inside him. Too much stimulation as Cliffjumper pounded into his valve for dear life. 

They both moaned in unison they reached their peak together. Cliffjumper spilling transfluid into Bumblebee's forge and the yellow scouts own spike spraying fluids on the ground beneath him; His valve constricted to milk Cliffjumper's spike dry. Bumblebee had a pleasure buzz all over his frame as his network needed to recalibrate. He couldn't process what was happening at the moment.  

He didn't react as his partner shuffled them around til Bumblebee was laying down close to the back wall with Cliffjumper hovering over him, still seated inside him and his spike not softened. The urge of arousal and heat became even stronger in Cliffjumper. The only relief he found was during their coupling.

“Bee…I need more~” He uttered in desperation.

He started to move again. The squelching noises came out with each thrust as lubricant and transfluid sprayed out. Bumblebee keened and bucked his hips to meet his thrusts. 

“Don't stop~ Don't stop~ Cliff, need you~!” Bumblebee mumbled. 

By the time their Autobot comrades found them several hours later, Cliffjumper was still rocking weakly into Bumblebee's valve. Not caring about anything else. Bumblebee could barely keep his optics online but was still begging Cliffjumper for more. 

Chapter Text

“You think this will prove anything?” 

“Yes, now shut up and let me focus.” 

“Its very difficult to do so-!” 

“I'm serious, Prowl! One more round! You can survive one more, Ninja-bot!” 

Prowl could only grunt in response, riled up but struggling to maintain his composure. Heat radiated from underneath his plating and the urge to thrust into the scout's tight valve became stronger the more he moved in between his legs.

Prowl was grateful their teammates were out and would be gone for several earth hours. 

He did not want his Prime to see him like this and then have to explain why he had his spike buried in Bumblebee while he was playing a video game on the couch; Out in the open mind you where anyone could see them. 

The ninja felt his spike throb with need inside Bumblebee's valve and he bit his derma as he tried to hold back his desires. He was teetering dangerously close to overloading and oh, Primus the scout's valve was near divine. For as much of a little shit he was, Prowl loved it when his valve clenched around his spike. 

Well, most times. 

He had a bet to win on this occasion. 

Bumblebee was bored; And when he was bored, he got up to mischief in an effort to ease his boredom. Often involving Prowl much to his dismay. 

They tried to play video games but Bumblebee didn't want just that. 

“It's boring.” He whined, “You win and it's not fair!” 

“I can't help that I'm better.” Prowl smirked as they sat on the couch together.

Then a lightbulb went off in Bumblebee's head.

“So the others are gone…we have the place to ourselves.” Bumblebee stated as he ran his hands down Prowls thigh. 

“Bee, get your processor out of the gutter.” Prowl felt his faceplates heated, “You always think about interfacing?” 

“Only with you. Besides, I have a little bet to make with you.” Bumblebee grinned wickedly at his partner. 

“Oh really now?” 

“Think you can win?” 

“Ive won every other bet you've made so the odds are in my favor.” 

“We're gonna play Gran Turismo 15 Pro”

“Oh wow, so original-” 

“But I'm riding your spike while I'm playing.”

“Wait what!?” 

“Hey, if you win. I'll leave you alone while our friends are gone. Peace and quiet. You just gotta not overload during my race. You lose and you gotta do whatever I want until they come back.” 

The prospect was enticing. 

But now he was regretting ever agreeing to it. 

The scout had conveniently failed to mention his game had 3 laps to race. Bumblebee had also picked what seemed to be the longest track available in the game as Prowl felt the race drag on, only to find out that Bumblebee had finished only one lap! 

He held the couch seat tightly in an effort to ground himself as his spike pulsated, begging for the release it craved but Prowl couldn't give in. He lasted this long and he was sure he could last a few more as Bee neared the end of his last lap. 

Bumblebee was moving as he tilted his controller back and forth. He could feel his partner's rod twitch and Prowl’s hips would jerk with every gyration. 

“Bee~!” Prowl vented hard. 

Bumblebee kept focusing on his race. His valve constricted even more as he bent forward which had Prowl hitting his ceiling node and he grabbed Bumblebee's waist to grind against the inner walls of his partner. 

“Nnnhh~! D-dont move, Prowl~” Bumblebee sighed.

He needed to stay focused. He couldn't tease too much or else the ninja would accuse him of cheating and he couldn't let Prowl move him around either. He had to stay still and let Bumblebee spikewarm him as he played.

The scout wanted to win and he would with no cheating involved. He wanted Prowl to finish inside him and bluescreen from the pressure of holding it in to prove himself.  

Prowl panted and moaned softly against the couch. 

“Bee,pause the game~!” Prowl shouted, claws now ripping the couch seams. 

“Tapping out, Mr. I'm in control?” Bumblebee leered as he kept racing. 

“Pause. The. Fragging. Game!” He ordered darkly. 

His voice was the same when he was ready to give Bumblebee a serious beatdown and the scout wasn't about getting punished like that; The serious kind.

With the press of a button he supposedly paused the race but before he could double check, Prowl started to move aggressively into his valve. He held Bumblebee's hips so tightly it was guaranteed to leave dents on his plating. Prowl thrusted into him growling into his audials with loud, repeated clanks as their bodies collided. 

“Prowwwlll~!! Slow down~!!” Bumblebee pleaded as his charge was reaching its limit. 

“Play stupid games-! Unngh~! Win stupid prizes~!” Prowl hissed. 

Prowl then grabbed under Bumblebee's thighs and lifted his legs higher to pull him up higher, then dropping him down on his spike which made the scout cry out in intense shock as pleasure washed over his frame. Prowl kept doing this over and over, with his partner babbling for mercy.

“Prowl~! Please! Please~! F-Frag~!”

“Overload for me, brat~!” 

Bumblebee let out a loud moan and his body rattled as his charge hit its peak. Transfluid spilled from his spike and lubricant gushed from his valve and onto the couch and Prowl’s thighs. The scout constricted as he rode out the high but Prowl managed to pull out his spike and lay Bumblebee down on the clean side of the couch. He stroked his spike to completion with Transfluid spraying in rivulets on the ground. 

“W-whyd you stop?” Bumblebee questioned softly, still recalibrating from the interface. 

Prowl grinned at him and moved closer til they were inches from each other's faceplates.

“Well you said I had to not finish inside you while you played your game. So I didn't. So I win.” He admitted. 

“But I never finished my game. You made me pause it!” Bumblebee looked at him confused

“Well did you?” Prowl smirked. 

Bumblebee turned his head to the screen and saw the race had finished. With him in last place. 

“Prowl!?” 

Chapter Text

It was the middle of the night; A storm had begun, ruining Breakdown's planned activity to race with his favorite (only) Autobot. 

He hated the rain, it made his gears feel gross as he drove across the asphalt. But he still wanted to visit Bumblebee. He was alone at the Malto farm as the children had gone on a vacation with the scout agreeing to house sit.

Breakdown had commed him to race tonight but of course the earth weather canceled that. The Stunticon still wanted to see him so he sucked it up and drove towards the farm in the heavy rain. He was running late thanks to traffic but he got there, soaked and hating how slippery his pedes were as he walked towards the barn that was Bumblebee's chosen housing. The large door to the building was open as Breakdown stepped inside. 

“Bee?” Breakdown called out into the dark barn. 

His optics adjusted to the darkness and his vision picked up a heat signature in the back stall. He walked over towards it only to see it was Bumblebee, resting on his side; His optics powered down as he laid on straw and old blankets to recharge comfortably. A couple of empty cubes were stacked against the stall entrance which Breakdown could tell had high grade residue on the rims. 

“Had a party without me, Bee?” he chuckled as he gently touched his shoulder. 

Bumblebee didn't respond, remaining powered down and in deep recharge. The high grade also slowed him down immensely, especially after what Breakdown counted to be four cubes. 

“Isn't drinking this stuff while on duty against the rules?” Breakdown spoke to himself as he got comfortable, sitting down on his aft. 

Bumblebee remained offline, venting softly as he recharged soundly. Breakdown admired his faceplates. The scout was built small and his face was round but adorable. His horns were pretty and his derma looked so soft and kissable. 

If only Breakdown could get past the friend zone, he might be able to kiss Bumblebee but the scout was denser than the rocks on this planet. 

“You can't see that I'm right here in front of you.” Breakdown muttered. 

Breakdown carefully cupped Bumblebee's left side of his helm, caressing the yellow metal. To his surprise the scout leaned into his touch and hummed softly. 

It would've been a touching moment.

If it weren't for the name he mumbled out in his recharge.

“Optimus…” 

Breakdown's optics twitch in annoyance.

Of course Bumblebee would be dreaming about his Prime. 

Breakdown couldn't stand how enamored Bumblebee was with the Autobot leader. Even before the war broke out, when it was just council meetings and rallies, the minibot was at every rally Optimus organized; Listening intently to his call for change and even wanting to meet him afterwards to speak with him. 

Breakdown didn't get it but he was young and more focused on his racing career at the time. 

He wished he could go back in time and yell at his younger self to go get Bumblebee's attention. To prevent him from even attending that stupid rally and spend more time with him. 

He was certain if he had done so, the scout would see him as an option. 

His only option. 

But Breakdown couldn't do that. 

No matter how many times he tried to get Bumblebee to see he was serious about a relationship, the scout wouldn't catch on. Finding his flirting attempts to be mere friendly gestures or bad jokes. 

His optics were solely for his Prime and Breakdown didn't know what else to do 

“Bee…Why won't you look my way?” Breakdown questioned. 

Bumblebee moved to lay on his back plating, resettling comfortably on the makeshift berth taking a deep vent before exhaling. Breakdown moved his hand away quickly, not sure if he had woke him but sighed in relief when Bumblebee showed no signs of waking. 

Breakdown couldn't stop him as he snuck his hand back to Bumblebee's helm. The scout didn't react so Breakdown pressed on, curiosity getting the better of him. He snaked his digits to touch Bumblebee's face plates, lightly touching his cheek plates which got him a soft sigh from the minibot. 

The Stunticon moved to get closer til he was scrunched close to Bumblebee's side. He waited a few kliks before resuming his touching. He moved his fingers to Bumblebee's derma, running his thumb across the bottom lip. They were indeed soft like Breakdown had fantasized about. 

He wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. 

Breakdown's spark jumped as the dark thought came to his head. 

“He wouldn't know.” He thought, "It's just one kiss.” 

Breakdown waiting for a moment to see if Bumblebee was still in deep recharge. Nothing changed as he took his hand away so he slowly leaned over the scout til they were nose to nose. Breakdown took the chance and pressed his derma to Bumblebee's and the sensation of warm and soft lips against his own made him feel tingly. He couldn't stop as he deepened the kiss and pushed for Bumblebee's intake to open for his glossa. He was pliable to his need and Breakdown ran his glossa against the scouts and let out a muffled hum. The sudden shift in Bumblebee's frame made him quickly pull away.

Bumblebee mumbled incoherently before resettling so Breakdown relaxed a bit. His optics focused on the scouts horns. Bumblebee wasn't keen on other mechs commenting about it and didn't like it when Breakdown tried to touch them. He wondered why. They looked adorable and he couldn't help himself as he ran two digits over one horn. 

Bumblebee let out a soft trill from the touch in his recharge. 

Breakdown blushed and stifled a laugh.

“Cute” he chuckled in his head.

He touched them again, going down to the base which elicited a soft rumble. Breakdown got curious and pressed on both horns and to his surprise, Bumblebee let out an audible moan and his frame shuddered.

“Oh…” 

Breakdown felt a twinge of arousal hit his core. The sound the scout made made his array panel twitch. 

Now he understood why Bumblebee didn't let anyone touch his horns. Guess it was an erogenous zone and it's hard to be taken seriously when the touch to his horns could make him moan like that 

Breakdown smirked at the thought of making Bumblebee get off from that. Fondling his horns til he leaked from his panels. 

The Stunticon figured now was better than never. So he resumed fondling his horns. Bumblebee let out soft rumbles and groans from the sensations but did not wake. Breakdown felt more twinges to his panels and his spike was beginning to pressurize under its housing. It was hot how Bumblebee sounded when getting touched. 

Then the minibot let out a keen and an audible click was heard. Breakdown looked around, fearing something had broken but rather Bumblebee's array panel had opened from the stimulation. His valve was on full display, plush and wet with lubricant. 

Breakdown couldn't believe it. Bumblebee had opened his panels in recharge from getting his horns touched; By him! 

Breakdown knew he should just leave and forget about this.

But how could he when Bumblebee's valve was just there and so wet for him?

It's not like he'd get this chance ever again?

And Bumblebee was clearly out of it so he wouldn't protest such a thing; And Breakdown would simply destroy any evidence of their encounter.

He couldn't resist the temptation. His spike was eager to come out so he let his array panel flick back and his rod sprung out at full length. Breakdown moved Bumblebee's legs apart slowly so he could slot himself between them. Running his digits over his outer thighs, he watched Bumblebee's frame shudder in reaction. His valve flexed and Breakdown was entranced by the array; It was black in color with yellow biolights outline the folds with a matching anterior node. 

He's wanted to see it for a long time and now here it was in all its glory. Breakdown couldn't ignore the opportunity.

He wouldn't 

The Stunticon gently petted the upper mound of Bumblebee's yellow pelvic guard, easing his hand down to the plump folds and brushing two digits across it. When Breakdown saw no reaction to the touches, he kept going. Rubbing his fingers against the outer valve lips. Lubricant covered his digits and trickled out from the entrance. Bumblebee started to vent and pant in his recharge, feeling the stimulation but not waking to inspect the source. Breakdown smirked when he received a soft moan that changed into a long whiny keen as he felt Bumblebee's valve clench around his two fingers, now seated inside of him. His calipers cycled instinctively around the intrusion but very quickly loosened around his digits in his state. 

Breakdown could hear the loud, wet sounds as he stretched Bumblebee open. His legs jerked and fidgeted when Breakdown would press against his ceiling node and up against his forge. Lubricant made the glide much easier as he stuffed three fingers inside the mesh. Bumblebee kept venting hard and Breakdown could see a small hint of redness to his faceplates as they were heating up. 

Primus, he wanted more. 

Then Bumblebee let out a weak drawn out mewl, his hips thrusting upwards as he overloaded with Breakdowns digits inside him. Lubricant spurted from his valve and the Stunticon watched in awe as the scout finished just from his fingers. 

Bumblebee then went limp and vented heavily, still remaining in recharge. Unaware he had made a mess from his overload. Breakdown pulled his hand away with a wet pop, his digits covered in lubricant. His curiosity got the better of him once more and he let his glossa take a swipe of the fluid and was shocked by how sweet it tasted. It was like overflavored energon and Breakdown was now addicted. 

His optics narrowed in on Bumblebee's still leaking valve and another dark idea came into his mind. 

He wanted more. 

After checking to make sure Bumblebee still remained offline, he moved to lay on his front and scooted closer to get his helm between the minibots legs. Hiking his thighs onto his shoulders. With his face now close to Bumblebee's stretched valve he took a slow swipe over his blue anterior node. It made the scout moan softly which spurred Breakdown on. He pushed his glossa into the wet folds; The sweet taste returned to his intake as he swirled around the inner walls of Bumblebee's valve. Bumblebee shifted his head while taking deeper vents. His fans even kicked on but yet he did not wake. Breakdown soon pressed his entire intake to the upper valve and sucked which made Bumblebee shudder, jerking his hips. Breakdown hummed quietly as he continued his work, thoroughly licking and sucking on the delicate, sweet array. More fluid leaked from his valve and Breakdown ingested what he could like he was starving. He loved how Bumblebee clenched around his glossa; He wanted to feel that on his spike so badly now. 

If he wasn't waking from this, then spiking him wouldn't be so bad…I just can't finish inside him. Breakdown rationalized internally. 

He pulled his intake away. His scout's valve flexed and cycled around nothing and lubricant puddled below him, no longer plugged by Breakdown's glossa. 

The Stunticon repositioned himself to line his spike to Bumblebee's entrance, his upper body pressed down against Bumblebee's own and his optics getting a full view of his faceplates which were heated and his intake still venting heavily from the stimulation. 

Breakdown let the tip of his spike rub against the outer folds testing the waters. Bumblebee's face scrunched up from the touch but his optics were not coming online. So he pushed his spike in deeper til it was halfway into the mesh when Bumblebee let out a small groan from his intake and clenched around the intrusion. 

“F-Frag~” Breakdown gritted his denta. 

The tightness made his spike throb. It felt so intense but incredibly good to Breakdown. He wanted more but he had to move slowly so as to not hurt Bumblebee. He waited until the scout eased up before pushing more of himself inside. With a soft click their hips slotted together with Breakdown fully seated inside Bumblebee eliciting a soft rumble and vent from the scout. 

Breakdown had a full body shiver. His spike enveloped by the tight heat which cycled around his rod just right made his head spin. It was perfect; The pleasure was intense and it made Breakdown lose all control. He started to thrust wildly into Bumblebee which made the scout moan and vent hard as electricity racked through his frame in his recharged state. 

Breakdown gripped under his legs to hold them higher, getting a better angle and going deeper inside the scout. 

His spike hitting against his forge sent shocks across his pelvic guard. Bumblebee opened his intake as he took a hard vent. His valve clenched tighter around Breakdown and he arched his back plating. 

Breakdown didn't stop, ramming into the tight heat while leaving soft kisses across Bumblebee's chassis. 

Then he felt arms wrap around his back and he froze. 

“D-don't stop~” Bumblebee mumbled as he wrapped his legs around Breakdown's hips to push him forward, sinking his spike in further.

Breakdown groaned but was able to rest his vocalizer to speak again. 

“How long?” 

“A little while after you ate me out. If I wanted you to stop, I would've hit you.” Bumblebee admitted. 

“But Optimus-” 

“Is my leader and someone I consider to be my mentor…But I've been wanting you for a long time.” 

Breakdown nearly came just at that confession. He started to move faster into Bumblebee, making the scout moan his name.

“Breakdown~” 

“Oh Primus, I should've taken you sooner~” 

“You have me now. Don't waste it~” 

Chapter Text

“Bumblebee!!” Optimus shouted in anger.

The door flung open to the rec room from the force of the Primes servos. He was incensed to find out that his young scout had skipped on his punishment drills and was playing video games on the television. 

“Oh Hey, Bossbot! Sorry, totally forgot we had a thing today! Mind if we reschedule?” Bumblebee feigned ignorance, knowing he screwed up. 

The Prime had about had it with the Bumblebee's flippant attitude towards and shifting his responsibilities to mess around while his teammates had to pick up the slack. 

Sure, this incident may be minor; Having not paid enough attention during an attack which caused the Decepticons to get away before the team could capture one of them for interrogation. His role having not been fulfilled which made the plan fall apart. 

All of which Optimus had hoped to teach Bumblebee the importance of today in his punishment drill but he never showed up! 

“You disobeyed my order.” Optimus stated darkly, stalking up to the scout. 

Bumblebee was sure he would be sweating if he were an organic. The aura from his superior was making him extremely nervous. 

“Ehe! C'mon, BossBot! It won't happen again-Like ever! You gotta believe me!” Bumblebee tried to evade the Prime's wrath with promises to do better but they were not heard. 

“You've proven to me your word is meaningless. I must take more drastic measures to get it through your thick helm, how important your role is and why you shouldn't neglect it!” Optimus exclaimed sternly before picking up the scout with ease. 

Hoisting Bumblebee up into his servos, he carried the shouting mech over his shoulder tightly. Bringing the unruly mech to his private office, he used his free hand to lock the door with his access code. Optimus set his scout down with his chassis against the cold desk. He pinned Bumblebee down by the back of his neck.

“B-Bossb-bot!?” 

“You need to learn to take responsibility. You can't just leave your teammates to do all the work while you slack off. It's work before play, Bumblebee; And I'm going to teach you that the hard way.” 

Optimus maneuvered himself to keep Bumblebee pinned to his desk but give himself enough room to do what he needed to do to his unruly scout. With his free servo he took a large swing and slapped Bumblebee hard on his aft which made the smaller mech yelp in shock at the hit. 

“Apologize. Or I'll smack again.” 

Bumblebee squirmed underneath his Prime's hold. 

“Bossbot, please I-! Aha-!” Bumblebee cried out as Optimus smacked his aft again. 

The strike was calculated and hit just against his array panel sending pulses of electricity up his spinal strut. It made his legs shake even. 

When Bumblebee did not answer him like he ordered, Optimus smacked him again in the same location and it made Bumblebee's lubrication systems activate. 

Oh, Primus he was enjoying this. 

“I'm sorry, Bossbot~!” Bumblebee shouted as he clawed at the desk. 

“What for? Answer me.” Optimus growled, his fans clicking on as he was getting hotter.

Bumblebee felt lubricant leak from around his valve cover and Optimus could see it all. His own array stirred to life at the sight. 

“F-for~! Not l-listening to your orders~!” 

“Be specific. Now what for?” 

“For playing video games when I should've been with you doing drills~!” 

“That's one. What else?”

“Bossbot, please-! Aha!” 

Optimus smacked him again and the force made Bumblebee's panels open. Lubricant trickled down his inner thighs and his spike pressurized and throbbed out in the cool air. 

“So eager for pleasure when you have not yet earned it.” He whispered.

Optimus ran two digits over the outer valve lips, earning a soft keen from the smaller mech.

“What else do you have to apologize for, Bee?” He questioned. 

“Aaah-! I-! I'm sorry I wasn't p-paying attention a-and caused-! Nngh~! T-the Decepticons to get away~!” Bumblebee whined, jerking his hips to meet Optimus's fingers. 

“Correct. You understand what you've done wrong and have apologized for it. Now for the real punishment.” Optimus stated darkly.

“W-wait-!” 

Bumblebee didn't get a chance to say anything coherent as Optimus shoved his spike into his valve completely til their hips clanked. Bumblebee moaned loudly as his valve had no time to adjust to the intrusion but it burned so deliciously he nearly overloaded right there. The Prime wrapped both hands around the back of his scouts neck as he started to pull his hips back before slamming back inside. 

“Aaaaaaagh~!!” 

“Good bots don't deserve prep. Take me dry and I'll forgive your transgressions. I expect you to be a good little scout for me by tomorrow morning. Understood?” Optimus vented as he gave deep and harsh thrusts in and out of his scouts valve.

Bumblebee couldn't speak as he was ravaged so thoroughly he was sure there would be dents on his aft with how hard Optimus was slamming into him. 

Optimus was venting hard as his charge kept building. The way Bumblebee's valve cycled around his rod was near heavenly. He was certain he could go deeper. 

So he moved his hand to grip his scout's left leg and lifted it up higher. The new angle allowed his spike to hit against Bumblebee's ceiling node which made the scout scream out in ecstasy. 

“BOSSBOT~!!” 

“Primus, you look so good around my spike!” Optimus exclaimed.

After a few more thrusts, he groaned as he overloaded completely sheathed in his scout, dumping his transfluid into his forge. Bumblebee moaned loudly as his own overload hit him; His spike sporting fluid onto the desk. His vision went hazy and his processor felt floaty as it needed recalibration.

Bumblebee slowly came to, now laying in his Prime's berth with a sheet covering his frame. 

He shot straight up in a panic but Optimus was next to him and held him close. 

“Bee, it's ok.” Optimus spoke calmly. 

“W-when did you-!?” Bumblebee stuttered in confusion but a quick kiss to the temple of his helm made him stop. 

“You went limp on me after I finished so I brought you here to rest. Are you in pain?” 

“Sore but worth it. Told you would like this!” 

Optimus rolled his optics.

“You are one kinky minibot.” He muttered. 

“Oh, come on. You enjoyed the whole role play thing! You were so sexy punishing me~” Bumblebee praised his Prime. 

“It's inappropriate in a normal setting.” Optimus explained, mildly flustered at the compliment. 

“Thats why it's a roleplay! Humans do it all the time! It's just pretend. Plus if I was not vibing with it, we have safeguards!” 

“You mean safewords?” 

“Same thing! But beside the point!” 

Bumblebee pulled Optimus into a passionate, but quick kiss. 

“I enjoyed it; And we should do it more often!” 

“...I'll think about it. But right now we should clean up.”

Optimus started to move but then Bumblebee placed a hand on his thigh.

“What if I said we have time for one more round? The others won't be back for another hour or so.” Bumblebee pleaded. 

Optimus felt his spike twitch from under his panels.

“...You're a spike fiend.”

“Only for your spike, Bossbot.” 

The two laughed as they tumbled back into the berth for another round of lovemaking. 

Chapter Text

Optimus sat on the ship entrance looking over the night sky. His team had landed their ship in a remote mountain to recuperate for the night. Their human companions have gone to commune with their loved ones in the city. 

Optimus couldn't help but think in his solitude about their predicament. Outside of his team, there was no one else; None that were Autobot at least. The war has led to their near extinction and Optimus feels he is to blame. He never wished to be the downfall of his species and what's worse the only way to create more of themselves was a rather “primitive” method. 

During the glory days of Cybertron, most of their kind was forged from the well of the Allsparks in small hot spots dotted across the planet. But when the war began, those spots had either cooled or were outright destroyed by Megatron. 

There was another way which was cold forging but it wasn't a method Optimus agreed with and required sparks that he did not have stockpiled in a capsule. 

So it left the only option.

Interfacing. 

It was a method of reproduction in their species just like humans and their wildlife. It was a longer wait time for the new Cybertronian to be created but they were considered much stronger than a cold forged mech and could be mixed with CNA from both their creators which can create powerful and varied specimens. 

The carrying cycle was a full Cybertronian year which to the humans was six months. Most of his colleagues chose to abstain from interfacing as it was quicker with the other methods but now it wasn't possible.

Optimus knew interfacing had to be done and he would pray to Primus that his seed would take. 

Optimus was a Prime and very powerful on top of being a Knight. His CNA would certainly produce fine soldiers. But he didn't have carrier protocols. Not as a Prime; Sentinel has informed him upon his selection that Primes couldn't carry life but only give it to a worthy vessel. 

So Optimus had to find a vessel for his offspring; And a certain Autobot came to mind. 

Bumblebee was not just his loyal companion but a powerful soldier, who could bring many Decepticons to their knees. He was worthy of being a carrier for his Sparkling. Optimus could see him rearing up a new generation of Autobots well. Very well. 

“Optimus?” 

A familiar voice broke him out of his thoughts, one he hadn't heard in a long time up until his fight under the influence of Quintessa. 

“Bee.” He acknowledged his scout. 

“Prime, you should rest now. I'll keep watch.” 

“I cannot rest. Not when I must do something about our current state.” 

Bumblebee sat down next to his superior, wings flicked up in curiosity. 

“We're safe, Optimus. The humans have agreed to work with us again. This world is safe.” Bumblebee insisted. 

“Yes, Bee. This planet is safe. But I fear for our own kind. We are not immortal; We are outnumbered. If we as a species are to survive. We must do what is necessary to ensure that.” Optimus replied in earnest, “Which is why I have a task for you.” 

“A task?” 

“It's one I wouldn't trust with anyone else. I feel only you are best suited for what I need you to do.” 

Optimus looked down at his scout and rested a hand on his shoulder. Bumblebee wasn't sure what was going to happen next but he certainly wasn't expecting the Prime to place another hand on his hip. 

“Optimus?” 

“Bumblebee, we need to recover our numbers. Create new sparklings. I feel you are best suited to be their carrier.” Optimus urged him, “Interface with me.” 

Bumblebee definitely was expecting his Prime to proposition him. Nor ask him to bear his offspring. 

Bumblebee had heard it was a method of reproduction but not one that was common. 

“Prime, I-I don't know if I can carry sparklings. Isn't that too intimate? You're my Prime! My leader!” Bumblebee stammered, his voice box needing a reset. 

“You can. Your forge is still active and our relationship is far more than just me as your Prime and you as my soldier. We have fought together for a long time, Bumblebee. I wouldn't trust anyone else with this but you.” Optimus explained. 

Bumblebee knew Optimus was being truthful. He felt honored that his Prime would trust him with this but was he capable of carrying a sparkling? From a Prime no less?

Bumblebee also knew he was in no position to really refuse him either. For rejecting this proposal would doom their species. Optimus wouldn't go to any of the others with this, clearly making his choice that it was him. He also was his Prime. He would never refuse him; He couldn't. It might as well be blasphemy. 

“...Will it hurt?” Bumblebee questioned softly. 

“Not at first. I will be gentle, rest assured.” Optimus admitted, “Now lie back. I will take charge.” 

Bumblebee never got the chance to accept or decline: Not like he could decline either. But the choice was made for him as he laid down on the floor of the ship, making sure his wings were flat to the cold metal. His optics averted his Prime's gaze as he hovered over him. Optimus slotted himself between his legs. 

“Open.” Optimus ordered. 

Bumblebee knew what his Prime meant by those words and obeyed. Finding the coding to open his array panels and with a loud click, his valve cover flicked open. It was black with yellow biolights lining the seams with a blinking, blue anterior node. 

“Are you sealed?” Optimus asked him.

“N-no. Lost it awhile back…Before I met you actually.” Bumblebee sheepishly admitted.

“It is fine. Should make this easier. Keep your cables relaxed for me. I will prepare you.” 

Optimus pressed two digits to his scouts outer valve lips and spread them apart with ease, hoping to stimulate them enough to activate Bumblebee's lubrication systems. It was a success as fluid started to leak and coat his fingers. Bumblebee vented hard from the touch. Optimus was so much bigger than him; He wondered if he could handle the size difference between them but he was about to find out. He couldn't stop this. The line has been crossed. 

He will be spiked by his Prime. 

Bumblebee shuddered as Optimus pushed his digits inside the folds, going deeper to stretch his entrance wide. Bumblebee threw his head back and his wings fluttered from the discomfort of being penetrated by two much larger fingers than his own. His calipers cycled instinctively around the intrusion.

Optimus kept going. Swirling his fingers around the inner walls to prepare his scout thoroughly. 

“A-ah! Optimus~!” Bumblebee keened, arching his back when the Prime pressed against his ceiling node. 

The Prime stuck a third digit inside of his scout which warned him more whines and groans as stretched him further.

“O-Optimus~!” 

“Just a bit more, Bee.” 

Bumblebee vented in and out with each thrust from his Prime. He would rub against his ceiling node which gave him pleasure but the discomfort was still there. He jerked his hips hoping to find a better angle and then Optimus felt his fingers hit a spot even deeper; Going straight to Bumblebee's forge opening and eliciting a loud, erotic moan from his scout. 

Lubricant gushed and Bumblebee trembled as an unexpected overload overtook him. His calipers cycled around the digits inside him, almost sucking him in. Optimus was, albeit reluctantly, aroused at the sight of his scout overloading. Lubricant had sprayed from his valve and covered his hand as he finished. 

Optimus couldn't hold back and his array panels opened allowing his spike to pressurize. The size of his spike is what worried Optimus. He was huge; With silver plating decorated with blue and red biolights and a knotting mechanism to ensure the recipient would be sparked from an encounter. 

He could only hope his scout would be sparked from this. It has to be so; For the future of their species. 

Optimus removed his fingers and spread Bumblebee's legs wider. Moving to cover his frame over his scouts as he lined up his spike. 

“Optimus…” Bumblebee murmured as he felt himself being moved. 

“You're doing well for me, Bee. Just a bit more.” The Prime praised him softly, pressing his hands to both sides of his scouts helm for leverage.

With a slow thrust, he began to insert his spike into his scout. Bumblebee went stiff as he felt the much, much larger intrusion into his valve. The stretch burned; Optimus was much larger than he had anticipated. But he bit back a scream as Optimus kept pushing further inside him til he was fully sheathed in his valve and pressing against his now overstimulated ceiling node and the tip of his rod touching his forge opening. His calipers cycled instinctively around the spike and it made Bumblebee's frame convulse as he felt beyond full and stuffed to the brim. 

“Im going to move.” Optimus stated in a low tone. 

Moving his hips back and sliding his spike out halfway made Bumblebee keen but then it morphed into a loud gasp as Optimus thrusted back inside. The pace was set as his Prime moved in and out slowly. It was still so much with how big he was and Bumblebee could feel his calipers stretch to full capacity as Optimus spread him wide. 

It felt weird. Some part of it did feel good when Optimus would hit his ceiling node just right and the occasional brush against his anterior node felt divine. But he was so incredibly full, he wasn't sure he could take his Prime finishing inside him and then knotting him. 

But he couldn't tell Optimus to stop. He has to do this. 

“Optimus~” He moaned.

The Prime was losing his semblance of control. The way his scout called his name as he took him made his spike throb.  

“Bee.” He vented hard while thrusting faster.

“Aaah-! Prime~!” 

The wet sounds as Optimus rammed into his valve increased in both pace and volume. Bumblebee's head spun as so much stimulation flooded his processor and his charge was building yet again but so much stronger. He clung to his Prime's neck for purchase.

“Optimus~! Optimus~! T-too much-! I'll break~! Please!” Bumblebee pleaded desperately as his body convulsed violently.

Optimus kept going though. He was so close. 

“Bee, bear with me a little longer.” Optimus groaned.

He moved faster and faster all while Bumblebee struggled against the onslaught of electricity dancing across his frame. 

His charge reached its peak and his valve constricted around Optimus's spike as he overloaded. Bumblebee screamed in a mixture of agony and pleasure as lubricant gushed from his valve and covered Optimus's spike. The Prime groaned from the pressure around his spike. The scouts forge also opened and the tip of his spike was now locked in place as it plugged up the forge. The intensity of it made Optimus reach his peak and he overloaded, pumping transfluid into Bumblebee. The knotting mechanism activated and the base of his spike swelled inside Bumblebee's valve. 

Bumblebee babbled and slurred his words, overwhelmed as fluid flooded his forge chambers and made his midsection swell slightly. 

“You are doing our kind a great service, Bumblebee. Will have to keep an eye on your frame for a few cycles. I have no doubt you will be carrying soon.” Optimus vented. 

Bumblebee groaned but nodded his head to his Prime in acknowledgment. 

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Many Cycles Later…

Bumblebee rested on his Prime's berth. His midsection round as the Sparkling in his forge developed. 

Optimus would return soon to check on him and provide him with more necessary materials for their Sparklings growth. Interfacing with him was now much easier as he took him on the daily.

 The Prime left him confined to the berth, taking him off active duty and refusing to let him out of the safety of their hideout.

Bumblebee didn't complain though.

He wouldn't complain. 

This was of the utmost importance; And he'd never let down his beloved Prime. 

Chapter Text

Megatron did the walk through the storage unit. He had helped Optimus take down a black market operation that was selling Cybertronian tech as ordered by their human “allies” at G.H.O.S.T. with this unit being where they stored their products. 

Outside of the obvious technology that shouldn't be in the hands of criminals, nothing stood out as noteworthy to the now ex-warlord. 

A ping came through his comm link as Optimus spoke.

Anything? 

Most of the weapons here were run of the mill blasters. Nothing G.H.O.S.T. doesn't already have. 

Still. I wanna make sure there isn't anything super dangerous mixed in this stash.

So far, I've seen nothing of the sort. But I will be thorough. 

I know you will. 

Megatron went back to scanning the area in the unit when Optimus spoke again to him through the comm.

So…How have you and Bee been doing? 

Megatron was taken by surprise at the question. Then again, Optimus would be concerned about his favorite scout being in a relationship with a former war criminal. So this shouldn't shock him so much but it was Bumblebee's superior asking this personal question.

We are…doing well. I intend to meet him later. 

Oh I see…

There was silence between the two mechs. 

Then Optimus spoke again.

You know I'm not upset that you two are seeing each other. I'm just surprised. As is everyone else. 

…I don't know what to say to that, Optimus. This…relationship just happened. I had every intention of telling you but…

It's ok. As long as you both are happy. 

Yes…Thank you

Another moment of silence before Megatron heard a frequency interference. 

He called out to Optimus but he couldn't hear him as the radio static became worse. 

The frequency skittered around but Megatron could hear two individuals speaking. He must've picked up another comm frequency and the two calls have overlapped, allowing Megatron to overhear the other comm. 

I'm not sure I can take it all 

A familiar voice spoke through the comm. 

Megatron was overhearing a call from Bumblebee? 

Just use a toy dummy! It should help you out!

The other voice was clearly Arcee. 

Will it work though? It's Megatron! Is there even a size I could get to match!? 

He's not Omega Supreme, Bee. 

But seriously! I wanna make our first time special and not being able to take him would suck! 

The two went back and forth but Megatron tuned it out as he took in what his partner was planning to do for his sake. Bumblebee wanted to interface and was trying to prepare himself just to please him. 

It stirred something to life in the elder mech, something he hasn't felt in a long while. An urge he hasn't desired since the war. 

Just use it for a few hours every day. 

Megatron refocused on the conversation he was eavesdropping on. 

Is it safe? I don't wanna get hurt and then have to explain to Ratchet what's going on.

You should be fine! Just wear for a small period. Get comfortable before you go wow the big guy.

Arcee! 

The femme giggled while Bumblebee argued with her about being weird. 

So when are you trying to rock the berth ?

Can you not!? 

Still didn't answer my question, Bee.

I don't know! A few weeks?! 

Megatron didn't think he could wait that long to have his way with his lover. 

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Bumblebee made it back to the barn after a long “drive” around town. 

In reality, he had gone into a secluded place to insert the largest false spike he had in his subspace. It was uncomfortable at first, even walking around felt weird having the toy stretch him open and seeming to go further in him with each stride he took. But it was all in the name of love he told himself. 

He could only hope Arcee was right and this would allow him to take Megatron. 

Bumblebee smiled fondly as he thought of his lover. 

It was strange how things happened. Never had he imagined he'd end up dating the former leader of the Decepticons. Let alone it be Megatron himself who initiated their courtship. 

Bumblebee couldn't deny there was an allure to the larger than life silver warframe; And the scout was no stranger to the amount of fantasies his teammates shared about having an encounter with a much larger mech. To be at the mercy of their fat spike. 

Bumblebee really wanted to have a good experience and give his partner the same. 

He vented as he shifted in his spot, the false spike hitting a spot in his valve that made him shudder. His calipers cycled around the toy and Bumblebee was just thankful his lubrication systems were not activated from this. Not yet at least.

 A ping on his comms brought Bumblebee out of his thoughts. 

Megatron was requesting a call. 

The scout immediately accepted it and got his vocals under control.

“H-Hey, Megs!” Bumblebee answered, overly cheerful in an effort to appear normal.

Bumblebee, I would like to request a team up. We've learned the black market traders may have set up base at an abandoned factory. I could use your….skills. Megatron replied. 

“No problem. Got nothing to do anyway.” Bumblebee responded as he scooted around. 

The toy rubbed against his ceiling node and he let out a gasp.

Bee? Is something wrong? Megatron questioned worriedly.

“O-oh! N-nothing! Where should we meet?” Bumblebee nervously replied as he tried to find a more comfortable spot. 

8 o'clock. I'll send you the coordinates. 

“Great! See you then!” 

The comm clicked off and Bumblebee received a message with the location of the factory which was several miles away from town. 

Bumblebee rubbed his temple in embarrassment at nearly orgasming on a call with his lover. 

“I hope this is worth it in the end.” 

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Bumblebee drove past the old factory gates which were close to falling over from rust. The scout pulled up to the entrance of the factory and was met by Megatron leaning against the building. Bumblebee transformed to greet him.

“Early aren't you, Little Bee?” Megatron smirked down at his lover. 

“I figured it was important so I came as fast as I could.” Bumblebee averted his gaze with a light blush on his face. 

Clearly not wanting to admit he came early just to see his partner as he missed him. 

Megatron placed a hand on the scouts shoulder guard. 

“Youre cute when you're bashful.” 

Bumblebee became redder. 

“L-Lets go check inside.” He stammered, making Megatron laugh. 

“Yes, we should.” 

The two made their way inside with Megatron forcing the sliding door open to the loading zone. Bumblebee walked in as Megatron held it open. As the scout was a few feet inside, Megatron abruptly shut the door and the very little light that was shining from the opening was snuffed out. Bumblebee was confused but that confusion turned to shock as he felt a large hand on his aft.

“Megs?” Bumblebee uttered quietly.

“We're alone my dear Bumblebee…Tell me…What happens when two mechs wander off alone with no one watching.” Megatron whispered from behind him. 

Bumblebee felt his partner's hand move down and rub against his array panel which made his sensitive valve quiver underneath the covering. 

“M-Megatron, wait-!” 

But Megatron didn't listen as he pressed harder and Bumblebee felt the toy inside him get pushed against his ceiling node hard and he moaned loudly from the sudden sensation. His legs quivering as Megatron held his thigh with his other hand. 

“Your toy must be quite large if a simple press is bringing you to near overload.” Megatron grinned.

Bumblebee felt his faceplates heated up.

“H-how did you-!?” 

“I have my ways. But don't fret, my Lil Bee. I find this quite charming…You want to prepare yourself for my spike.” 

Megatron pressed down harder against his cover and Bumblebee spasmed as the toy was pushed in further; Bumblebee leaned his head back and gasped sharply as he felt his lubrication systems activate and fluid began to build up from under his plating. 

“Megatron, please~!” he pleaded. 

“Open for me, dear.” Megatron ordered. 

The scout didn't hesitate and his array panels flicked back, revealing his plush and stretched open valve with a large false spike nestled inside as lubricant gushed from around his outer lips. Megatron was impressed that his lover was going to such lengths to please him. 

The elder mech guided Bumblebee to bend over a crate which had the scout arch his back so his aft was in full view of his lover. The shape of his rear was divine and Megatron was certain his valve would be tight. He'd wanted to have the scout underneath for so long and now this was his moment. 

Megatron traced his digits over the end of the false spike and around Bumblebee's out lips which made them flex around the toy his engines rumbled in delight. 

“Does the Lil Bee want my spike?” Megatron inquired playfully. 

But Bumblebee knew his partner was asking for permission. 

“Yesss~! I want it~!” He gave enthusiastic consent. 

Megatron grabbed the end of the toy and slid it out of his partner's valve, enjoying the way his scout's door wings fluttered and his body convulsed as the large object was pulled out of him. The toy was large and had various fake nodes along the sides. But Megatron felt it was nothing compared to his own spike which was eager to be released from its confines. 

He activated the coding to open his array and with a loud click, the cover slid back and his spike pressurized immediately. Bumblebee felt Megatron's phallus rest between his legs and he was deeply aroused and surprised at its length and girth; It was the side of his entire thigh! 

Megatron then gripped his right leg and lifted up high to rest on his shoulder, shifting Bumblebee on his side which gave him a good look at his spike. 

It was silver plated and lined with red sensory nodes around the sides and top. It throbbed with transfluid bubbling at the tip. 

The spike was a beastly sight and Bumblebee wanted it inside him now. 

Megatron lined it up to his gaping valve and pressed the tip to his outer lips. With ease, he pushed it past the folds and Bumblebee whined as he was stretched open once more with the spike going in deeper and deeper. It burned but it felt so good as the nodes bumped against his calipers. Bumblebee gripped the sides of the crate to ground himself as Megatron kept pushing further inside him, groaning as the tight heat made his spike throb. Lust clouded his mind and he so desperately wanted to use Bumblebee as a spike sleeve. 

With a resounding clank their hips collided as Megatron bottomed out and Bumblebee was delirious. He felt so full and stretched; His valve cycled around his partner's rod that was leaving a bulge from under his stomach plating. 

“Gonna move.” Megatron vented as he slowly slid out half way before thrusting back in. 

“Aaaaaaaghhaaa~! M-Megatron~!” Bumblebee cried out as his partner hit his ceiling node. 

The elder mech rolled his hips a few times before moving in and out a few more times, albeit slowly to test the waters. When Bumblebee showed no signs of pain, he began thrusting at a steady pace. Holding both his scouts legs to keep them in place. Bumblebee was on cloud nine as Megatron took him, moaning out his name and semi-coherent praises.

“M-Megatron~! Ooh~! P-please~! F-Fragging me good-! Use me~!” 

Megatron growled and moved faster til he was pulling all the way out with the tip of his spike resting at his entrance before slamming back inside him and hitting his ceiling node harshly. 

“M-Megatron~!!! Yessss~!!!” Bumblebee shouted wantonly.

Lubricant was spilling out and leaving a puddle on the ground from their gyrations and Megatron was losing his grip off reality; All that mattered was the tightness around his spike and his charge that was nearing its edge. He turned Bumblebee to lay on his back and held his waist up with both hands as he pounded into his valve with abandon. The crate shook as Megatron was moving Bumblebee up and down his spike aggressively chasing his high. 

“Ooo~! Yess~! Aaaahgh~!!! Megatron~!! Use me~!! I'm yours~!! Yess~!!” Bumblebee babbled as his optics rolled back.

His servos went limp as he let Megatron manhandle him. His valve flexed and constricted tighter and tighter as his charge was nearing its peak. 

With a loud groan, Megatron buried himself deep inside Bumblebee as he finished; His overload making his frame shake.

The scout let out an erotic moan as he too overloaded with fluid spraying from his valve. His stomach plating began to bulge out more as transfluid spilled into his forge with nowhere else to go. 

Bumblebee vented hard with a lop sided grin as he came down from his high. 

His frame would be sore tomorrow but it was worth it. 

Megatron regained his composure and pulled out his spike. No longer plugging his valve, transfluid poured out of Bumblebee's valve and the scout sighed from the euphoria. His valve twitched from the aftershocks of his overload and more fluids gushed out. 

The elder mech leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his partner's cheek plates. Bumblebee hummed softly before turning his head to give Megatron a direct kiss on his derma. They were lip locked for a moment before pulling away, with Megatron speaking first. 

“You were incredible, my love.” 

Bumblebee smiled softly and kissed him again. 

“Im not done with you yet, big guy~” 

“I would hope not. The night is still young and i will frag you til the sun rises~” 

Chapter Text

Breakdown kept scrolling on his comms until he found a certain Autobots comm link. His digit hovered over the call button, hesitating to press it.

“Dude, this is the 5th time you've tried. Why are you hesitating!?” Swindle called him out, annoyed with the Stunticon.

“What if this doesn't work!? What if Bee blocked my calls or some shit!” Breakdown panicked. 

“I doubt it. It's still ringing. Just keep trying. You'll wear him down!” 

Breakdown just gritted his denta and pressed the call button. 

It rang and it rang several times before a click came on the other end. Bumblebee picked up and started shouting.

Breakdown, stop calling me! I thought I told you-!

“Bee! Wait-! We need to talk!” Breakdown blurted out.

About what!? We've already been through this!

“Please, Bee! Just hear me out-!

Why should I trust you? You made it clear we were through! 

Breakdown wanted to hit himself for how harsh he was during their breakup. 

Swindle held up the script he made and pointed at his next line. 

“Look…I know you don't trust me but please…Give me a chance to make it up to you.” Breakdown spoke the words on the script, hoping he sounded convincing. 

The comm was silent for a moment before Bumblebee replied, sounding exasperated.

...Where do you want to meet? 

“Our usual spot. 10 o'clock?”

Fine…I'll be there. 

The comm ended abruptly but Breakdown achieved his goal. Bumblebee would see him tonight. 

“I can't believe that worked.” Breakdown uttered as he closed his comms. 

“I told you I knew what to say. Now we can get what we want. I get my sweet revenge and you get Bee to take you back.” Swindle explained.

“Dont you dare hurt him.” Breakdown warned the con artist.

Swindle put up his hands in defense.

“Woah, I ain't gonna do that. I promised you that. Seriously, I just wanna mess with his valve a bit.” He asserted, “Like he'd ever let me near that on a good day so it's the best revenge for me to tap that.” 

“He's still mine. You got that?” Breakdown growled.

“Yeah Yeah, I know.” 

“You don't say anything after this is through. I find out you say shit, I will bury you alive.” 

“I won't say anything! I swear! But…How are you gonna get Bee to take your aft back?” 

“...You'll see.” 

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Breakdown waited by the old race track, their meeting spot. An all too familiar yellow racecar pulled into the track and transformed. 

Breakdown came towards his ex trying to appear normal as he approached. 

“...Its good to see you, Bee.” 

“I came, Breakdown. This better be good.” Bumblebee spoke tersely. 

“I’m glad you did…I miss you.” 

Bumblebee turned his head away, annoyed that Breakdown was trying to flatter him. 

“You're usual tricks won't get me back.” Bumblebee reminded him. 

Breakdown came closer to him and smirked.

“Oh really? Not even when I do this?” 

He placed both his hands on Bumblebee's helm and rubbed two fingers against his horns. The scout let out a yelp from the stimulation.

“B-Breakdown!” He shouted, 

Breakdown pressed down harder which made Bumblebee whine as he lost his balance. The Stunticon pulled him close to rest against his chassis as he kept toying with his horns. Bumblebee's voice quieted and his optics dulled as he was pulled into a trance.

Breakdown let go when he was certain Bumblebee was fully in a daze. 

Breakdown sent a ping to Swindle, signaling he could come in close now. The Stunticon gently rearranged his partner to sit with him on the ground. The scout did not protest, letting himself be moved around like a doll. 

Swindle pulled up and transformed, taking in the scene.

“Woah, what did you do?” He questioned.

“Back during the war, I learned this trick.” Breakdown explained, “If I rubbed Bee's horns hard enough, he would fall into a trance of some sort.” 

“No wonder he stuck around so long.” Swindle grinned while strutting over to them. 

Breakdown moved Bumblebee around so he was facing Swindle and pressing his back against his chassis; His optics were blurred and his body limp. 

Breakdown ran his hands over Bumblebee's chassis, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his lover's helm.

“Swindle wants to have some fun with you, Bee.” Breakdown whispered into his left audial.

Bumblebee nodded in acknowledgement and spread his legs wide.

“Open your valve, Bee. Let him see it~” Breakdown suggested. 

Bumblebee did so and with a soft click his array panel opened and his valve was on full display; Black mesh with yellow biolights lining the seams and a blue anterior node. 

“Let's get you nice and wet.” Swindle leered.

He rummaged in his subspace and pulled out a soft pink valve vibrator wand. 

“I've always wanted to try this.” Swindle stated proudly. 

He set the wand on a low setting and pressed the vibrating head to the upper part of Bumblebee's valve right against his anterior node for maximum stimulation. The result was instant as Bumblebee shuddered violently from the sudden sensation on his array. Breakdown ran his hands across his chassis and mid section while kissing the back of his helm. Swindle vented hard as he watched how the scout was struggling against the shocking pleasure going straight to his core. His lubrication systems activated which did not go unnoticed by the con artist

“Getting all wet at the lowest setting? I thought you had more resilience there, Bee?” Swindle admonished. 

Bumblebee moaned louder as Swindle turned up the setting on the wand, pressing down harder. He thrashed in Breakdown's hold, instinctively trying to get away from the pressure but the Stunticon kept him still.

“Be good for me, Bee. Let Swindle play.” He uttered to the scout. 

“Please-Please~! Aaha~!” Bumblebee pleaded desperately. 

His valve flexed as a strong pulse went through him. He arched his back strut, his legs shaking as Swindle turned the wand up to the max setting and it made Bumblebee's frame convulse as his charge was nearing its peak. 

“Breakdown,please~! Mmm-! S-so close so close~! I can't-!” Bumblebee cried.

But just as Bumblebee was teetering on the edge of a mind-blowing overload, the wand stopped vibrating and was pulled away from his valve with a wet pop. The scout whined at the loss bucking his hips. Swindle chuckled. 

“Dont get me wrong, Busy Bee. I wanna spike you but you've been bad. Getting in the way of my deals and all that. Gotta teach you a lesson.” 

“Nnnnoooo~” Bumblebee mewled.

The intense charge rattled his frame as it was so close to release the electricity but alas his source of pleasure was taken from him. The pulsating energy ran through his limbs from his core, the charge dissipating slowly to keep Bumblebee's body from overheating. Breakdown's hands wandered over Bumblebee's body, the touch stimulating him further.

“Poor Bee. You're not being so patient with us now are you? Ain't that a thing with you Autobots? For shame!” Swindle teased. 

“You're a dick.” Breakdown groaned in annoyance.

“Eh, chill out. The good part is coming.” The con artist replied nonchalantly, “Move. I want his mouth.” 

Breakdown begrudgingly did so which made Bumblebee confused as now Swindle touched him. 

“No denta, got it?” He warned the scout.

Bumblebee nodded as he got on his knees. 

“Dont touch yourself either. You don't deserve it, Autoslut.” 

Swindle let his interfacing panels open and his spike pressurized, sporting a sleek black coloration with large purple nodes lining the sides.

He grabbed the back of Bumblebee's helm and pushed it towards his spike which the scout opened his intake to let the appendage slide in his mouth. Swindle hissed as the wet heat enveloped his rod so nicely and made it throb. Bumblebee's glossa swirled around the thick shaft invading his mouth and his valve cycled instinctively around nothing as his arousal began to build again, painfully so. 

“That's it, Autoslut. Oh frag~! You were made for this~!” Swindle panted as he moved the scouts head up and down his spike aggressively. 

Breakdown watched on, languidly stroking his own spike as he watched Bumblebee be used like a toy. The muffled moans and shines he made as oral lubricant trickled down the corners of his intake were making the Stunticon incredibly turned on. 

“This is where you should be, Bee~! On your knees sucking spike~! F-Frag~!” Swindle exclaimed as his charge was climbing. 

Bumblebee felt the thrumming in his valve become near painful as he rubbed his thighs together to give himself some stimulation. He needed more, this wasn't enough. He wanted a spike; Needed a spike. He wanted to be loved. 

Swindle got rougher in his manhandling nearing his overload. 

“Fuck, I'm coming~” Swindle moaned as he pulled away from Bumblebee and stroked his spike in a fast motion.

“Stick your glossa out for me, Autoslut.” 

Bumblebee did so without complaint; Swindle placed the tip of his rod on the glossa and stroked himself vigorously before letting out a loud rumble as transfluid shot from his spike landed on Bumblebee's glossa. Swindle vented hard, stroking his spike a few more times squeezing from base to tip to ring himself dry. Fluids dripped from Bumblebee's intake as he maintained his open mouth and glossa as ordered. 

“Swallow it.” Swindle instructed, sitting back on aft to recalibrate. 

He enjoyed watching Bumblebee ingest his transfluid without complaint and smirked as the scout was still rubbing his thighs together. Breakdown scooted closer to him, gently petting his helm. He hummed, leaning into the affection the Stunticon was giving him. Swindle noticed a small puddle of lubricant had formed underneath Bumblebee's valve. 

 Look who made a mess. Just from sucking me off.” Swindle leered, his spike twitching with renewed interest.

“C'mon. You've tortured him enough. You're gonna make him overheat at this rate.” Breakdown argued. 

“Nah, nah. Just one more thing.” Swindle came towards them.

Extending his left servo out, he used one digit to make Bumblebee look up at him. 

“What do you want, Autoslut? Think you deserve our spikes, huh? You think you've earned it?” He sneered, “Go on, beg! Beg for it!” 

Bumblebee sobbed, writhing as the charge was disrupting his processor and making his fans kick into overdrive to ease his overheated frame.

“P-please…” He pleaded weakly, “I want…your spike….love me….frag me…please, I want…it.” 

“So you're my little Autoslut now? Say it!” 

“I-I’m your...Autoslut.” 

“That's right. You're my Autoslut! That's all you are! Just a nice port for me to get off on. A walking spike sleeve.” 

Breakdown wanted to hit the con artist for saying such things about his partner but the deal wasn't done until Swindle had his fill. 

“Say it again: I'm an Autoslut!” He demanded, gripping Bumblebee's cheekplates.

“I'm an Ah-Autoslut.” Bumblebee choked out. 

Swindle laughed and pulled Bumblebee into a deep kiss. His glossa forcing its way inside Bumblebee's intake asserting his claim. The scout just took it; His head hurt and his body felt like a thousand pounds of cement was holding him down. 

When the con artist pulled away, satisfied with what he had done to the poor scout, he gave a wave to Breakdown to signal he was finished. 

“Got my revenge. Now let's see what you have planned for him.” Swindle responded with a condescending smile. 

Breakdown immediately pulled Bumblebee into his lap for comfort.

“Bee, it's ok. I'm here.” He whispered to his lover, “You did so well holding together for me. I love you so much.” 

“B-Breakdown…love you.” Bumblebee murmured, “please~” 

He rolled his hips to rub his valve against his still stiffened spike. The Stunticon hissed from the friction on his shaft, holding Bumblebee's hips tightly.

“I'll give you what you want, Sweetspark.” He vented.

Shifting Bumblebee around to lay on his back, he pressed his legs against his chassis and leaned over him. Finally sinking his spike in his lover, the reaction was near divine for both mechs as Bumblebee moaned his lover's name; Breakdown growled into Bumblebee's neck cables as the tight heat squeezed his spike just right. Breakdown went hard and fast with their hips connecting with resounding clanks as he thrusted his spike as far as he could inside Bumblebee hitting his ceiling node.

“Bee~ You're so good to me~! I missed this~!” Breakdown vented, "You're so perfect~!” 

Bumblebee whined weakly but his valve clenched down harder showing the praise was affecting him. Breakdown loved how Bumblebee would just melt from all the sweet words the Stunticon would say to him during their past relationship.

He hadn't realized how much he missed it until it was gone.

Breakdown couldn't let him go a second time around. 

“Bre..k..down~” Bumblebee mumbled as his blue optics rolled back. 

His valve constricted even tighter as lubricant gushed from his valve as the overload. The long wait from his pent charge made his frame convulse violently as he finally achieved his release. The tighter constriction made Breakdowns head spin and he keened as transfluid spilled from the tip, flooding Bumblebee's forge chamber. The scout panted heavily. So exhausted but content his charge is gone and his body could recover. He hummed softly when he felt someone kiss his cheek plate. Breakdown rubbed his helm affectionately. 

“Primus, you're so pretty like this.” He smiled softly, “I won't let you go this time. Come with me, Bee.” 

Swindle scoffed which had Breakdown rolling his optics. 

He had forgotten there was an audience.

“He can't understand you dumbass. He's all loopy after what you did to his horns.” 

“Not exactly.” Breakdown asserted, “I don't know why but if I tell him to do something in this state, he'll do it when he snaps out of it…I wasn't gonna use him like this but I have no choice…” 

Swindle was intrigued but secretly filed that information for later use. Meanwhile, Breakdown pulled out his spike which made Bumblebee whine from the loss and fluids spill from his now gaping valve. He sat the scout up and maneuvered him to lean against his chassis, hugging him tightly and kissing his neck which made the scout moan softly.

“So…how do you snap him out of it? Will he remember?” Swindle wondered.

“He'll get tired and go into recharge…Then wake up back to normal.” Breakdown admitted. 

“Heh, you definitely messed up not using that a long time ago.” 

“Be quiet. I didn't have to include you.” 

“Oh but you did. Unless you want Shockwave to know you've been secretly meeting with our adorable scout behind his back.” 

Breakdown gritted his denta.

“This is a one time deal, remember that.” He warned.

“Yeah, Yeah. I got my kicks already. I just hope you'll include me again for fun sometime. That was hot.” 

“Frag you, Swindle!” 

“No, no. I'd prefer to frag, Bee.” 

“Insufferable prick.” 

Swindle just laughed at him. If Bumblebee was gonna be a con now, he might as well try to have a good time with his new comrade.