FIC: Wonderland 1/1 (Transformers)
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keelywolfeTitle: Wonderland
Author: Keelywolfe
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Uhhh....kind of Bumblebee/Sam. Sort of Bumblebee/Sideswipe. Look, it's complicated.
Warning(s): Holo-sex.
Notes: Just having a little fun, here. No series.
Summary: Hop down the rabbit hole, Little Bee. You know you want to.
~~*~~
It had seemed like something of a miracle at first, when other Autobots began to arrive. It had been so long since Bumblebee had seen anyone who wasn't in his small group that it had been almost like a thrilling fantasy formed by a desperately lonely processor, one that Bumblebee had been almost afraid would vanish and he would find himself tumbling back to sanity. His anxious delight had lasted almost an Earth month, basking in the presence of others. Sam had been amused by it, indulgent to the need to occasionally take the bus since his ride was hanging out with his old crew, as Sam had put it with mock hurt.
Not that Bumblebee hadn't been happy to drag him along and introduce him to every new Autobot, Sam dutifully learning their designations. And perhaps Bumblebee had been a little eager, a little clinging, but it had been so long since he'd seen others and no one had begrudged him it.
Almost no one.
It would have been Sunstreaker who popped his bubble back into reality, and all it took was one sneer.
"Primus, he's like one of those little earth puppies. Little Bee, if you aren't going to bend the little human over, would you at least fuck someone and give the rest of us a break?" He had smirked, optics glittering coldly before he'd added, "You might have better luck if you bend over for them."
Punching away that smirk had been astonishing satisfying.
Until Optimus had sent them both for a little solitary confinement. That left Bumblebee here, in one of the hangers, appreciating something he thought he had left behind. Being alone. Far in the back where the shadows were heavy, Bumblebee closed his optics and relaxed, letting it go. Relaxing into the silence.
Not that it had been true. Sunstreaker was just a pit slagging bastard, was all and Bumblebee was not going to sit here and sulk about Sunstreaker of all mechs. Not when his hand still ached and he'd be getting his lecture from Ratchet tomorrow, no doubt, for Sunstreaker's broken cheek strut.
Of course, it was always possible Ratchet would give him a commendation for it, instead. Primus knew he'd threatened to do the same enough times.
The groan of the door sliding open made Bumblebee stiffen, sharpening his optic resolution to peer into the dimness. Maybe Ratchet had decided not to wait. Instead, he saw shining crimson and sighed, knowing exactly what was coming.
And it did, much to Bumblebee's dismay. "I want to apologize for my brother."
Bumblebee closed his optics for a moment, then opened them again and met Sideswipe's troubled ones. He waved both him and his apology away. "Sideswipe, if you apologized for your brother's every indiscretion, you would spend your existence doing nothing else. "
"True," Sideswipe said, tiredly. It didn't matter and Bumblebee knew it. Sideswipe would be there again, and again, apologizing for his brother and no amount of protest from any mech was going to stop him. "Next time, let me hit him first. I mean, he drives me crazy but," Sideswipe shrugged. "He's my brother."
"He's a fucking asshole," Bumblebee said, with bright sincerity and Sideswipe laughed, unoffended, and settled down to sit next to him. Some sunlight trickled in from gaps in the aluminum sheeting that made up the ceiling, mingling with the glow from their optics.
Sunstreaker was an ass, but Sideswipe had always been a good friend and Bumblebee was already relaxing when Sideswipe spoke again, softly, "He was right though, wasn't he. About the little human."
"Sideswipe," Bumblebee groaned then winced as his vocalizer squawked. Ratchet was still working out the glitches and Bee massaged his throat gingerly, almost flinching when a larger hand covered his own, coaxing it away. Sideswipe did have sensitive sensors in his hands and a little reluctantly, Bumblebee let him massage away the stiffness caused by new parts.
"Come on, you can tell me," Sideswipe coaxed, his touch shifting into something a little more…intimate. Bee gave him a startled look; they had played sometimes in their younger years, but that had been some time ago.
"I don't want to talk about it," Bumblebee grumbled, pulling away and giving his throat a pointed tap. Not that it would stop Sideswipe. Nothing short of a fist in the face would stop him when he was on a roll and Bumblebee's hand was still sore.
True to form, Sideswipe mused, "I never would have seen it in you. You've never shown interest in other species before. You always seemed to find them somewhat distasteful. What is it that's different about humans?"
"Perhaps they are merely more sentient than other species we've encountered," Bumblebee tried.
And failed. Sideswipe scoffed at that. "We've met other sentient species before.
If asked, Sideswipe would be the first to cheerfully admit that he wasn't equipped with the fastest processor off the production line. But he had his moments of brilliance and had he been an old human cartoon, a hundred-watt bulb would have been flashing over his head.
"Ah. It's not humans at all, it's that human," Sideswipe said, visibly amused.
"Let it go," Bee warned. He might as well have been venting static.
"I can see why you like him. Strong, smart. Even cute if you like that thing." Sideswipe jostled him with a hard elbow and Bumblebee winced. "Does he even know?"
"No," Bumblebee grated out, hating the harshness of his vocalizer but at least it was better than enforced silence. Sideswipe would ignore those protests until the return of Primus but at least Bee could protest. "I really don't want to talk about it."
"But you want him."
"It doesn't matter what I want," Bumblebee snapped. "He's human and he doesn't think of me like that! Let. It. Go!"
To his surprise, Sideswipe fell silent, the soft hum of their systems the only sound. Slowly, Bumblebee began to relax again and perhaps Sideswipe would leave now and let him get back to the bliss of what was left of his supposedly solitary confinement.
The light touch against his arm startled him and Bumblebee sighed aloud. He should've known better. One hand stroking him became two and Bumblebee was trying to think of a good way to say no.
"Sunstreaker might have been right about one thing," Sideswipe murmured into his audio receiver, his tone suggestive and his touch suddenly a lot more intimate, sliding down to stroke the sensitive sensors in Bee's fingertips.
Now he was struggling to think of a good reason to say no, it was certainly tempting, Sideswipe was undeniably attractive and he was…alone. So much more alone for being suddenly surrounded by his own kind and realizing that he wanted something else.
No, he was lonely and it made his desire, his sudden need all the keener.
"Sideswipe—" Bumblebee said, ::Sideswipe.::
"I could do that for you, Bee," very softly, against one audio receptor. "I don't mind."
"Do what…?" Bee started, confused, and near his outstretched foot, he saw the shimmering glow of an activated holographic generator. The shape coalesced slowly, and he could only watch as it took on familiar lines, formed a human body that he knew better than any other. Better than he should.
Bumblebee vented sharply and the only thing that kept him from slapping the small figure away was the knowledge that Sideswipe would feel that pain.
He almost did it anyway and there was a chance that Sideswipe knew that because his hands went tight on Bumblebee's wrists, tight enough and strong enough that Bee would have to fight to get free.
"That is not funny," Bumblebee said, low and furious.
Dark brown eyes looked up at him and the uncertainty, the earnestness in them was like an obscenity. "This isn't a joke. Bee, you're my closest friend."
He stepped closer and a small, human hand touched his Bumblebee's leg, sliding along the edges of his armor. "I don't even know how we would do this, but I want to try."
"Sideswipe," Bee started, tightly, struggling against the hands holding him but Sideswipe's grip was firm.
"Shh, he's talking to you," Sideswipe scolded.
He had to give Sideswipe credit for one thing, Bee thought grimly. He was a convincing actor.
"If you don't want to, I'll go," Sam mumbled, no, not Sam, that was the problem. It wasn't him but it looked like him, seemed like him. Like everything Bumblebee had wanted, right there, and he could--
Bee closed his optics and made a choice. When he opened them again, he was opening eyes instead and his perception was in a new form. The world around him was enormous, his own body like staring up at Optimus . It was like that human book, Alice in Wonderland. Eat me, drink me, become me.
Only it was Sam who was really someone else, Sam who wasn't Sam, Sam who was a lie, or perhaps a gift, from an old friend. Sam, his Sam, no, not his, but he was looking at Bee with uncertain heat and when Bumblebee cupped his face in his hands, Sam closed his own eyes and leaned into the touch.
"Don't go," Bee murmured and then kissed him.
Soft lips, so soft, the faltering touch of a tongue against his own and Bumblebee had the distant thought to wonder just how Sideswipe of all mechs had learned to play at sweet naiveté. It was a thought easily shuffled aside, pushed to the back of his processors and buried. All too often humans thought they were being of pure logic, mistaking them as little more than an assembly of metal and gears, never realizing that they could imagine and dream.
That they could pretend.
Alice had followed a little white rabbit into her fantasy but Bumblebee's imagination craved something else.
"Sam," Bumblebee murmured, his voice sounding drowsy, thick with want. Sam made a low, moaning sound, deep in his chest and pulled Bee back in. Their teeth scraped almost painfully, and then Sam tilted his head properly, tipping his mouth into the kiss, his tongue slick against Bumblebee's.
Oh, that was lovely, sweetly eager, and Bumblebee caught the front of Sam's shirt in both hands without thinking, walking him backwards until his back was against the hard armor of Bee's thigh. If he wanted, he could split his perceptions, look down with his own optics and see them, feel the pressure of their bodies against him. But then he would feel Sideswipe still holding him and that would pull him out of this little fantasy. Instead, with faint regret Bee set that impulse aside, sliding his hands instead beneath Sam's shirt.
His skin was warm, silky and he could feel the muscle beneath flexing and shifting as Sam arched against him, the hot pant of his breath damp against Bee's mouth. His lips were redden, a little swollen and just the sight goaded Bumblebee in kissing them again, biting at his lower lip until Sam whimpered.
"Bee," A different voice from above them, startled, and Bumblebee ignored it, biting a path down Sam's jaw to his ear and closing his teeth over the soft lobe. Sam jerked and cried out, made Bee press into him hard, sliding one leg firmly between Sam's, felt the heavy heat of Sam's erection against his thigh. He hadn't done this to anyone, not any organic species but he knew how and he wanted this dream. He wanted Sam.
A flash of shocked, dark eyes as Bumblebee stepped back, yanking Sam down onto the hard concrete. Harder than he'd meant to but Sideswipe…no, Sam could take it, and his wince faded quickly. None of this could hurt them, either of them and if a little of Bee's frustrated anger seeped into his touch, well, he hadn't started this.
With a quick jerk, Bee pulled Sam's shirt roughly over his head before pushing him down, kissing him hard. He wanted this, had wanted it and felt Sam gasp into his mouth.
He pulled away long enough to whisper harshly, "Touch me."
When Sam only stared at him with those wide, startled eyes until Bee made an impatient sound and snatched up one hand in his own, pressing it to his chest. Too-cool fingers, Bee decided, absently, Sideswipe had set his temperature parameters a little low.
When he failed to move, only stared, Bee growled in frustration, yanking that captured hand down between his own legs and pressing their combined hands against his erection. A harsh groan escaped him, it felt good, better than he'd expected, truth be told, and he didn't mind taking a moment to focus, his own clothes disappearing and then he could wrap their hands around his cock, tightening his grip when Sam's hand faltered.
"Oh, that feels good," Bee groaned, and Sam's hand tightened on its own, one uncertain stroke, two, and then he was touching with more confidence, finding a rhythm. For just a moment, Bee allowed it, then he was fumbling at the waist of Sam's jeans, fighting against unfamiliar fastenings since Sideswipe didn't seem to want to give him the same benefit in clothing removal.
No, Bee reminded himself firmly. This was Sam and Sam's clothes had to be opened, pulled out of the way and down his legs, felt Sam's tremor of shock as Bumblebee abruptly flipped him over, pulling him up on his knees while Bee filled his hands with warm, bare skin. Perfect, he decided, his processors hazy with desire. Just like he'd seen in the occasional glimpse.
and just how long had Sideswipe been planning this, gathering information, how long had he known…
He looped an arm under Sam's hip and pulled him back into his lap, nuzzling between Sam's shoulders as he ghosted a hand down the boy's hip. If this were Sideswipe, if this were only a parcel of receptors and hardlight molded into a human form, Bee could just spread it out beneath him and take but this was Sam, his Sam. Bee nibbled against the sharp angle of his shoulder blade as he gathered up the tiny amount of lubricant in his own receptors, pushed it to his fingertips until it dripped in slick rivulets down to his wrist.
Sam made a low, desperate sound when Bee pressed his slippery fingers against him, circling, then pushing inside. No resistance, only tight heat and Sam was shuddering, burying his head into his folded arms. "Oh, Jesus," he moaned, his hips moving against Bee's thrusting fingers.
A startled sound of almost-protest came unexpectedly from behind him, Sideswipe shifting his weight, "Bumblebee—!"
"Don't stop," Sam begged, spreading his legs wider and pushing back. Primus, the way he looked, flushed and needing, fucking himself back on Bumblebee's fingers.
"I won't," Bee promised, a little recklessly, only to pull his fingers free. He ignored the doubled protesting cry from above and beneath him, taking himself in hand and nudged inside.
His first hard push inside met with sudden tension, Sam making a sharp, pained sound and Bee hesitated, ran one shaking hand down Sam's side, down his bare hip. Only to have Sam struggle against his stillness, trying to lean back into it.
"Don't stop," Sam begged, his voice cracking then shifting into a broken cry, his nails scratching against the hard concrete as Bumblebee obeyed, pressing in deep.
"Wait a second!" Sideswipe protested.
Bee ignored him, pressed a kiss into the middle of the sweat-slick back beneath him and felt Sam shudder, felt his own shaking as the tightness surrounding him eased in tiny increments, that strangling heat easing enough to let him move.
A large mech hand slapping down beside them shocked him to stillness and for the first time Bee looked up, blue optics glaring down at him, "This was not part of the deal, damn it, you're going to hurt him!"
Hurt…him?
Sam shook his head desperately, "He's not hurting me."
"Kid, I've been scanning you since we started this and he is hurting you. You were just supposed to kiss him, maybe feel him up a little! I did not sign on for this."
"It doesn't hurt," Sam insisted, squirming beneath him and Bee tightened his grip on the boy's hips, stilling him as he ran his own scans, the throb of a real heartbeat echoing through them.
Oh, Primus.
"Sam," he breathed, closing his eyes. And what could he say, what would make up for this. "Oh, Sam, I'm sorry."
"It's fine, it's great, just…could you move?" Sam said, almost a sob and Bumblebee realized his grip on Sam's hips was tight enough to force bruises into the pale skin. He shifted his grip, biting his lip against Sam's relieved sigh and instead wrapped an arm over Sam's shoulder, tipping his head back to press gentle, apologetic kisses against his ear, his jaw. And got an impatient squirm in response.
"Seriously, could you move?"
If his chuckle was a little weak, a little watery with relief, Sam didn't seem to notice. "Yes," Bumblebee murmured, slowly pulling out, back in. Sam was tight, brutally so, but he only made a low, moaning cry. The rock of his hips into Bee's thrusts was uncertain but eager and Sam spread his legs wider on his own, all but sprawled in Bumblebee's lap, trusting him to hold them upright.
He could, he did, but it meant he couldn't touch Sam. No, he's touching Sam everywhere except where Sam is touching himself, stroking his cock in time to Bee's hard thrusts and rolling his hips back into each one.
Sliding in hard, holding for a second before pulling out and again. Again. Until Sam was shaking, one hand tight on Bee's arm, his short nails digging in, and Bumblebee let out a sharp cry of his own as Sam clenched brutally tight around him. It's like an overload and it's not, hot wash of brilliant ecstasy without the familiar electric pulse but he could taste the salt of Sam's sweat, smell the thick, glossy scent of his come as it spilled on the concrete.
Bee managed to slide a trembling hand over Sam's, slicking it before bringing up to Sam's mouth and pressing a finger between his lips. Felt the boy's tremor of shock, the hesitant suction around his finger before Bumblebee pulled it free and licked it himself. Forced himself not to analyze it and only taste Sam.
It took every bit of his dwindling strength to keep them both from collapsing to the surely uncomfortable concrete. A weak chuckle from Sam, almost more vibration than sound before Sam said, "You're a little kinky, aren't you."
"Says the human who seduced me by pretending to be a mech in disguise?" Bumblebee murmured. There was a bare shoulder beneath his cheek and with a little effort, he managed to press a kiss against it.
They both jumped when a loud voice said above them, "Who was trying to seduce you?" Sideswipe said, a little peevishly. "Nice to know that if it had been me, you were going to throw me on the ground! Out of this entire compound, with sofas and tables and, I don't know, beds, you were going to frag me on a concrete floor?"
"Oh, come on, you could have stopped him...owww," Sam broke off, hissing, as Bee carefully pulled out. He rubbed Sam's hip apologetically.
Sideswipe didn't seem sympathetic. "Whatever. I'm going to go hang out with Sunstreaker. At least I expect him to throw me down."
With a last indignant huff, Sideswipe stormed out, shutting the door with a clang behind him. That left the two of them alone, very naked and yes, very much on a concrete floor.
"Sam--" Bumblebee started. Then faltered to a stop. He was older than Sam, much older, but never in his life had he been a situation anything close to this. He'd just fucked his best friend who had been posing as his other best friend, who...it was enough to give a mech a processor ache. Awkward was far too pale a word to describe this.
Sam gave him a lopsided smile. "You know, Sideswipe was right. They do have beds in this place."
The growing tension eased with a near audible pop and Bee smiled back, stroking Sam's cheek lightly and watched him lean into the touch, his eyes darkening. "They do," Bee agreed, leaning in to kiss him, to kiss Sam, this time.
This was his rabbit hole, after all. Might as well fall in deep.
finis
Author: Keelywolfe
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Uhhh....kind of Bumblebee/Sam. Sort of Bumblebee/Sideswipe. Look, it's complicated.
Warning(s): Holo-sex.
Notes: Just having a little fun, here. No series.
Summary: Hop down the rabbit hole, Little Bee. You know you want to.
~~*~~
It had seemed like something of a miracle at first, when other Autobots began to arrive. It had been so long since Bumblebee had seen anyone who wasn't in his small group that it had been almost like a thrilling fantasy formed by a desperately lonely processor, one that Bumblebee had been almost afraid would vanish and he would find himself tumbling back to sanity. His anxious delight had lasted almost an Earth month, basking in the presence of others. Sam had been amused by it, indulgent to the need to occasionally take the bus since his ride was hanging out with his old crew, as Sam had put it with mock hurt.
Not that Bumblebee hadn't been happy to drag him along and introduce him to every new Autobot, Sam dutifully learning their designations. And perhaps Bumblebee had been a little eager, a little clinging, but it had been so long since he'd seen others and no one had begrudged him it.
Almost no one.
It would have been Sunstreaker who popped his bubble back into reality, and all it took was one sneer.
"Primus, he's like one of those little earth puppies. Little Bee, if you aren't going to bend the little human over, would you at least fuck someone and give the rest of us a break?" He had smirked, optics glittering coldly before he'd added, "You might have better luck if you bend over for them."
Punching away that smirk had been astonishing satisfying.
Until Optimus had sent them both for a little solitary confinement. That left Bumblebee here, in one of the hangers, appreciating something he thought he had left behind. Being alone. Far in the back where the shadows were heavy, Bumblebee closed his optics and relaxed, letting it go. Relaxing into the silence.
Not that it had been true. Sunstreaker was just a pit slagging bastard, was all and Bumblebee was not going to sit here and sulk about Sunstreaker of all mechs. Not when his hand still ached and he'd be getting his lecture from Ratchet tomorrow, no doubt, for Sunstreaker's broken cheek strut.
Of course, it was always possible Ratchet would give him a commendation for it, instead. Primus knew he'd threatened to do the same enough times.
The groan of the door sliding open made Bumblebee stiffen, sharpening his optic resolution to peer into the dimness. Maybe Ratchet had decided not to wait. Instead, he saw shining crimson and sighed, knowing exactly what was coming.
And it did, much to Bumblebee's dismay. "I want to apologize for my brother."
Bumblebee closed his optics for a moment, then opened them again and met Sideswipe's troubled ones. He waved both him and his apology away. "Sideswipe, if you apologized for your brother's every indiscretion, you would spend your existence doing nothing else. "
"True," Sideswipe said, tiredly. It didn't matter and Bumblebee knew it. Sideswipe would be there again, and again, apologizing for his brother and no amount of protest from any mech was going to stop him. "Next time, let me hit him first. I mean, he drives me crazy but," Sideswipe shrugged. "He's my brother."
"He's a fucking asshole," Bumblebee said, with bright sincerity and Sideswipe laughed, unoffended, and settled down to sit next to him. Some sunlight trickled in from gaps in the aluminum sheeting that made up the ceiling, mingling with the glow from their optics.
Sunstreaker was an ass, but Sideswipe had always been a good friend and Bumblebee was already relaxing when Sideswipe spoke again, softly, "He was right though, wasn't he. About the little human."
"Sideswipe," Bumblebee groaned then winced as his vocalizer squawked. Ratchet was still working out the glitches and Bee massaged his throat gingerly, almost flinching when a larger hand covered his own, coaxing it away. Sideswipe did have sensitive sensors in his hands and a little reluctantly, Bumblebee let him massage away the stiffness caused by new parts.
"Come on, you can tell me," Sideswipe coaxed, his touch shifting into something a little more…intimate. Bee gave him a startled look; they had played sometimes in their younger years, but that had been some time ago.
"I don't want to talk about it," Bumblebee grumbled, pulling away and giving his throat a pointed tap. Not that it would stop Sideswipe. Nothing short of a fist in the face would stop him when he was on a roll and Bumblebee's hand was still sore.
True to form, Sideswipe mused, "I never would have seen it in you. You've never shown interest in other species before. You always seemed to find them somewhat distasteful. What is it that's different about humans?"
"Perhaps they are merely more sentient than other species we've encountered," Bumblebee tried.
And failed. Sideswipe scoffed at that. "We've met other sentient species before.
If asked, Sideswipe would be the first to cheerfully admit that he wasn't equipped with the fastest processor off the production line. But he had his moments of brilliance and had he been an old human cartoon, a hundred-watt bulb would have been flashing over his head.
"Ah. It's not humans at all, it's that human," Sideswipe said, visibly amused.
"Let it go," Bee warned. He might as well have been venting static.
"I can see why you like him. Strong, smart. Even cute if you like that thing." Sideswipe jostled him with a hard elbow and Bumblebee winced. "Does he even know?"
"No," Bumblebee grated out, hating the harshness of his vocalizer but at least it was better than enforced silence. Sideswipe would ignore those protests until the return of Primus but at least Bee could protest. "I really don't want to talk about it."
"But you want him."
"It doesn't matter what I want," Bumblebee snapped. "He's human and he doesn't think of me like that! Let. It. Go!"
To his surprise, Sideswipe fell silent, the soft hum of their systems the only sound. Slowly, Bumblebee began to relax again and perhaps Sideswipe would leave now and let him get back to the bliss of what was left of his supposedly solitary confinement.
The light touch against his arm startled him and Bumblebee sighed aloud. He should've known better. One hand stroking him became two and Bumblebee was trying to think of a good way to say no.
"Sunstreaker might have been right about one thing," Sideswipe murmured into his audio receiver, his tone suggestive and his touch suddenly a lot more intimate, sliding down to stroke the sensitive sensors in Bee's fingertips.
Now he was struggling to think of a good reason to say no, it was certainly tempting, Sideswipe was undeniably attractive and he was…alone. So much more alone for being suddenly surrounded by his own kind and realizing that he wanted something else.
No, he was lonely and it made his desire, his sudden need all the keener.
"Sideswipe—" Bumblebee said, ::Sideswipe.::
"I could do that for you, Bee," very softly, against one audio receptor. "I don't mind."
"Do what…?" Bee started, confused, and near his outstretched foot, he saw the shimmering glow of an activated holographic generator. The shape coalesced slowly, and he could only watch as it took on familiar lines, formed a human body that he knew better than any other. Better than he should.
Bumblebee vented sharply and the only thing that kept him from slapping the small figure away was the knowledge that Sideswipe would feel that pain.
He almost did it anyway and there was a chance that Sideswipe knew that because his hands went tight on Bumblebee's wrists, tight enough and strong enough that Bee would have to fight to get free.
"That is not funny," Bumblebee said, low and furious.
Dark brown eyes looked up at him and the uncertainty, the earnestness in them was like an obscenity. "This isn't a joke. Bee, you're my closest friend."
He stepped closer and a small, human hand touched his Bumblebee's leg, sliding along the edges of his armor. "I don't even know how we would do this, but I want to try."
"Sideswipe," Bee started, tightly, struggling against the hands holding him but Sideswipe's grip was firm.
"Shh, he's talking to you," Sideswipe scolded.
He had to give Sideswipe credit for one thing, Bee thought grimly. He was a convincing actor.
"If you don't want to, I'll go," Sam mumbled, no, not Sam, that was the problem. It wasn't him but it looked like him, seemed like him. Like everything Bumblebee had wanted, right there, and he could--
Bee closed his optics and made a choice. When he opened them again, he was opening eyes instead and his perception was in a new form. The world around him was enormous, his own body like staring up at Optimus . It was like that human book, Alice in Wonderland. Eat me, drink me, become me.
Only it was Sam who was really someone else, Sam who wasn't Sam, Sam who was a lie, or perhaps a gift, from an old friend. Sam, his Sam, no, not his, but he was looking at Bee with uncertain heat and when Bumblebee cupped his face in his hands, Sam closed his own eyes and leaned into the touch.
"Don't go," Bee murmured and then kissed him.
Soft lips, so soft, the faltering touch of a tongue against his own and Bumblebee had the distant thought to wonder just how Sideswipe of all mechs had learned to play at sweet naiveté. It was a thought easily shuffled aside, pushed to the back of his processors and buried. All too often humans thought they were being of pure logic, mistaking them as little more than an assembly of metal and gears, never realizing that they could imagine and dream.
That they could pretend.
Alice had followed a little white rabbit into her fantasy but Bumblebee's imagination craved something else.
"Sam," Bumblebee murmured, his voice sounding drowsy, thick with want. Sam made a low, moaning sound, deep in his chest and pulled Bee back in. Their teeth scraped almost painfully, and then Sam tilted his head properly, tipping his mouth into the kiss, his tongue slick against Bumblebee's.
Oh, that was lovely, sweetly eager, and Bumblebee caught the front of Sam's shirt in both hands without thinking, walking him backwards until his back was against the hard armor of Bee's thigh. If he wanted, he could split his perceptions, look down with his own optics and see them, feel the pressure of their bodies against him. But then he would feel Sideswipe still holding him and that would pull him out of this little fantasy. Instead, with faint regret Bee set that impulse aside, sliding his hands instead beneath Sam's shirt.
His skin was warm, silky and he could feel the muscle beneath flexing and shifting as Sam arched against him, the hot pant of his breath damp against Bee's mouth. His lips were redden, a little swollen and just the sight goaded Bumblebee in kissing them again, biting at his lower lip until Sam whimpered.
"Bee," A different voice from above them, startled, and Bumblebee ignored it, biting a path down Sam's jaw to his ear and closing his teeth over the soft lobe. Sam jerked and cried out, made Bee press into him hard, sliding one leg firmly between Sam's, felt the heavy heat of Sam's erection against his thigh. He hadn't done this to anyone, not any organic species but he knew how and he wanted this dream. He wanted Sam.
A flash of shocked, dark eyes as Bumblebee stepped back, yanking Sam down onto the hard concrete. Harder than he'd meant to but Sideswipe…no, Sam could take it, and his wince faded quickly. None of this could hurt them, either of them and if a little of Bee's frustrated anger seeped into his touch, well, he hadn't started this.
With a quick jerk, Bee pulled Sam's shirt roughly over his head before pushing him down, kissing him hard. He wanted this, had wanted it and felt Sam gasp into his mouth.
He pulled away long enough to whisper harshly, "Touch me."
When Sam only stared at him with those wide, startled eyes until Bee made an impatient sound and snatched up one hand in his own, pressing it to his chest. Too-cool fingers, Bee decided, absently, Sideswipe had set his temperature parameters a little low.
When he failed to move, only stared, Bee growled in frustration, yanking that captured hand down between his own legs and pressing their combined hands against his erection. A harsh groan escaped him, it felt good, better than he'd expected, truth be told, and he didn't mind taking a moment to focus, his own clothes disappearing and then he could wrap their hands around his cock, tightening his grip when Sam's hand faltered.
"Oh, that feels good," Bee groaned, and Sam's hand tightened on its own, one uncertain stroke, two, and then he was touching with more confidence, finding a rhythm. For just a moment, Bee allowed it, then he was fumbling at the waist of Sam's jeans, fighting against unfamiliar fastenings since Sideswipe didn't seem to want to give him the same benefit in clothing removal.
No, Bee reminded himself firmly. This was Sam and Sam's clothes had to be opened, pulled out of the way and down his legs, felt Sam's tremor of shock as Bumblebee abruptly flipped him over, pulling him up on his knees while Bee filled his hands with warm, bare skin. Perfect, he decided, his processors hazy with desire. Just like he'd seen in the occasional glimpse.
and just how long had Sideswipe been planning this, gathering information, how long had he known…
He looped an arm under Sam's hip and pulled him back into his lap, nuzzling between Sam's shoulders as he ghosted a hand down the boy's hip. If this were Sideswipe, if this were only a parcel of receptors and hardlight molded into a human form, Bee could just spread it out beneath him and take but this was Sam, his Sam. Bee nibbled against the sharp angle of his shoulder blade as he gathered up the tiny amount of lubricant in his own receptors, pushed it to his fingertips until it dripped in slick rivulets down to his wrist.
Sam made a low, desperate sound when Bee pressed his slippery fingers against him, circling, then pushing inside. No resistance, only tight heat and Sam was shuddering, burying his head into his folded arms. "Oh, Jesus," he moaned, his hips moving against Bee's thrusting fingers.
A startled sound of almost-protest came unexpectedly from behind him, Sideswipe shifting his weight, "Bumblebee—!"
"Don't stop," Sam begged, spreading his legs wider and pushing back. Primus, the way he looked, flushed and needing, fucking himself back on Bumblebee's fingers.
"I won't," Bee promised, a little recklessly, only to pull his fingers free. He ignored the doubled protesting cry from above and beneath him, taking himself in hand and nudged inside.
His first hard push inside met with sudden tension, Sam making a sharp, pained sound and Bee hesitated, ran one shaking hand down Sam's side, down his bare hip. Only to have Sam struggle against his stillness, trying to lean back into it.
"Don't stop," Sam begged, his voice cracking then shifting into a broken cry, his nails scratching against the hard concrete as Bumblebee obeyed, pressing in deep.
"Wait a second!" Sideswipe protested.
Bee ignored him, pressed a kiss into the middle of the sweat-slick back beneath him and felt Sam shudder, felt his own shaking as the tightness surrounding him eased in tiny increments, that strangling heat easing enough to let him move.
A large mech hand slapping down beside them shocked him to stillness and for the first time Bee looked up, blue optics glaring down at him, "This was not part of the deal, damn it, you're going to hurt him!"
Hurt…him?
Sam shook his head desperately, "He's not hurting me."
"Kid, I've been scanning you since we started this and he is hurting you. You were just supposed to kiss him, maybe feel him up a little! I did not sign on for this."
"It doesn't hurt," Sam insisted, squirming beneath him and Bee tightened his grip on the boy's hips, stilling him as he ran his own scans, the throb of a real heartbeat echoing through them.
Oh, Primus.
"Sam," he breathed, closing his eyes. And what could he say, what would make up for this. "Oh, Sam, I'm sorry."
"It's fine, it's great, just…could you move?" Sam said, almost a sob and Bumblebee realized his grip on Sam's hips was tight enough to force bruises into the pale skin. He shifted his grip, biting his lip against Sam's relieved sigh and instead wrapped an arm over Sam's shoulder, tipping his head back to press gentle, apologetic kisses against his ear, his jaw. And got an impatient squirm in response.
"Seriously, could you move?"
If his chuckle was a little weak, a little watery with relief, Sam didn't seem to notice. "Yes," Bumblebee murmured, slowly pulling out, back in. Sam was tight, brutally so, but he only made a low, moaning cry. The rock of his hips into Bee's thrusts was uncertain but eager and Sam spread his legs wider on his own, all but sprawled in Bumblebee's lap, trusting him to hold them upright.
He could, he did, but it meant he couldn't touch Sam. No, he's touching Sam everywhere except where Sam is touching himself, stroking his cock in time to Bee's hard thrusts and rolling his hips back into each one.
Sliding in hard, holding for a second before pulling out and again. Again. Until Sam was shaking, one hand tight on Bee's arm, his short nails digging in, and Bumblebee let out a sharp cry of his own as Sam clenched brutally tight around him. It's like an overload and it's not, hot wash of brilliant ecstasy without the familiar electric pulse but he could taste the salt of Sam's sweat, smell the thick, glossy scent of his come as it spilled on the concrete.
Bee managed to slide a trembling hand over Sam's, slicking it before bringing up to Sam's mouth and pressing a finger between his lips. Felt the boy's tremor of shock, the hesitant suction around his finger before Bumblebee pulled it free and licked it himself. Forced himself not to analyze it and only taste Sam.
It took every bit of his dwindling strength to keep them both from collapsing to the surely uncomfortable concrete. A weak chuckle from Sam, almost more vibration than sound before Sam said, "You're a little kinky, aren't you."
"Says the human who seduced me by pretending to be a mech in disguise?" Bumblebee murmured. There was a bare shoulder beneath his cheek and with a little effort, he managed to press a kiss against it.
They both jumped when a loud voice said above them, "Who was trying to seduce you?" Sideswipe said, a little peevishly. "Nice to know that if it had been me, you were going to throw me on the ground! Out of this entire compound, with sofas and tables and, I don't know, beds, you were going to frag me on a concrete floor?"
"Oh, come on, you could have stopped him...owww," Sam broke off, hissing, as Bee carefully pulled out. He rubbed Sam's hip apologetically.
Sideswipe didn't seem sympathetic. "Whatever. I'm going to go hang out with Sunstreaker. At least I expect him to throw me down."
With a last indignant huff, Sideswipe stormed out, shutting the door with a clang behind him. That left the two of them alone, very naked and yes, very much on a concrete floor.
"Sam--" Bumblebee started. Then faltered to a stop. He was older than Sam, much older, but never in his life had he been a situation anything close to this. He'd just fucked his best friend who had been posing as his other best friend, who...it was enough to give a mech a processor ache. Awkward was far too pale a word to describe this.
Sam gave him a lopsided smile. "You know, Sideswipe was right. They do have beds in this place."
The growing tension eased with a near audible pop and Bee smiled back, stroking Sam's cheek lightly and watched him lean into the touch, his eyes darkening. "They do," Bee agreed, leaning in to kiss him, to kiss Sam, this time.
This was his rabbit hole, after all. Might as well fall in deep.
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Date: 2011-04-08 12:16 am (UTC)<3
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Date: 2011-04-08 12:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-08 02:08 am (UTC)Oh baby that was hot and desperate and sexy and funny. Sideswipe was just so offended LOL.
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Date: 2011-04-08 08:27 pm (UTC)Wonder what Sunstreaker would think of all this, though...
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Date: 2011-04-09 05:37 pm (UTC)I suspect he wouldn't be pleased with Sideswipe.
write it please!
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Date: 2011-04-08 07:03 am (UTC)Woo! Lovely! 8D
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Date: 2011-04-08 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-08 08:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-08 08:29 pm (UTC)And good on Sam! I like him going for what he wants. *G*
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Date: 2011-04-08 10:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-08 08:28 pm (UTC)Hey, Sideswipe might be easy but he's not cheap. *G*
Thank you!
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Date: 2011-04-09 12:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-09 12:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-11 04:47 am (UTC)And Sideswipe... so indignant, and yet probably so amused. Or more likely, pissed off now, but will find it hilarious in the future.
Very entertaining!