Ambition

8/17/08

Swindle / Bumblebee / ambition

Ambition
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It had always been Swindle's goal to make the most money, to be the one who came out on top of every deal. So why was it that -now- his goal had changed to something completely different?

Bumblebee, the little yellow fragger, had nearly gotten him slagged. He'd been so close to being spare parts, and at this thought a shudder ran through him. It wasn't a memory he liked to revisit. Ever since then though Swindle had been -obsessed- with Bumblebee. Tracking his every move, watching him from alleyways.

Swindle's new goal was to capture that yellow menance and make him pay. He'd been having plenty of good ideas on how to do that too. Maybe sell him as an Autobot whore, or slave, strip him down for spare parts, or hell maybe he would give the kid to Lockdown. Swindle was just waiting for the oppertune moment to strike, because nowadays it seemed that Bumblebee was -always- with someone.

But his chance -finally- came. Swindle would have been grinning so wide if he had been in bipedal mode, his engiene rev'd with excitement as he followed Bumblebee discreetly. Once he found it safe enough to reveal himself Swindle gunned it and rushed ahead of Bumblebee, leading him on a wild goose chase.

It was all a distraction, basically jut to get him to somewhere secluded. Swindle swerved into an open deserted car garage and transformed. Two minutes later Bumblebee was facing him, stingers aimed at Swindle's chassis. "I thought I got rid of you!" He yelled in anger. Swindle just grinned, placing his hands on his hips.

"Nope, sorry I'm not that easy to get rid of." He replied. Bumblebee frowned then did something extremely stupid. He ran up to Swindle, weapons charged, and completely oblivious to the fact that Swindle could easily be pulling him into a trap. It was too late. Bumblebee found himself on the ground, lying on his back with the arms dealer towering over him, a big plasma gun aimed straight at his chassis.

"Y-You..." Bumblebee stammered, still too stunned to speak. Swindle grinned, settling himself down on the yellow mech's waist, moving around to get comfortable. The scrapes against their plating was incrediably arousing and Bee just couldn't help but let out the tiniest of moans. Swindle himself shivered in delight, as he leaned down, his face close to Bumblebee's.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked smoothly. The yellow mech glared daggers at him and spat, "No!" Swindle grinned hard, repeating the scraping between their pelvic plates. Bumblebee whimpered, his hands balling up into fists as he bit his lip. Swindle bit his own glossa, holding back the noises he longed to make. The arms dealer moved his head up, whispering huskily, "I beg to differ -Bumblebee-."

His glossa flicked out and ran up a single horn on top of the yellow mech's head. Bumblebee couldn't help it, he moaned, and loudly too. His optics widened in fear and shame, as his body betrayed him. Bee put his hands on Swindle's shoulders, trying but failing to push him off.

"N-No...Please sto--Aaaahhhh..op!" Bumblebee gasped, frame heating from the attention to his horns. The arms dealer didn't stop, but actually increased his minstrations. His mouth sucked and licked at the yellow horn, while one hand teased the other and his other hand began to make its way down Bee's chassis.

"Oohhhhh...N-Noooo! Aaaahhhh...W-Why? Uhhhnnn Why are you ahhhhhh d-doing this?" Bumblebee asked, unconsciously responding to the touches. His CPU was hazed over with bliss, making it hard for him to think, let alone form scentences. Swindle removed his mouth from the horn and replied lustfully, "Why? Its--Oh how do your precious humans say it? Revenge."

At this Swindle rubbed his palm against Bumblebee's closed port, causing the other to let out a desperate needy moan. The yellow mech arched into the touch, his blue optics squeezing shut in pleasure. "AAHHHHHNNN! F-Frag...You..Oohhhhnnn.." Bumblebee stammered. Swindle just grinned and silenced the yellow mech with a fierce kiss.

Bumblebee had obviously never been kissed before since he went completely still and silent. Swindle's lips moved against his, demanding and dominating. He bit at Bee's lips, drawing a pained gasp from the younger bot, as his mouth fell open. The tan and purple mech took this chance to delve his glossa into Bumblebee's mouth, heatedly moving his glossa all around the warm cavern.

Bumblebee lied there, stunned. He didn't know what to do, besides take it. Finally Swindle broke the kiss and he gave the younger mech a strange look. "You've never kissed before?" He asked. Bumblebee blushed, his glare returning as he looked off to the side. "No. I haven't." Bee replied, obviously miffed. Swindle couldn't help but chuckle at that, receving another glare.

"Then let me show you how its done." Swindle replied, lowering his face and capturing the yellow mech's lips again. This time Bee responded, tentivaly moving his glossa to touch Swindle's. Once he gained a little more confidence his gloss wrapped around the arm's dealers and the two battled for dominance. Bumblebee moaned softly into the kiss, his optics drifting shut.

Swindle couldn't help it, the way Bumblebee kissed him back and mewled and moaned as he was pushed into overload, he just couldn't find it in his spark to hurt the kid. Bumblebee had off-lined after his overload and Swindle picked him up, carrying him back to the Autobot base. Before he set him down though the tan and purple mech placed a soft kiss on Bumblebee's forehead.

Turning to leave Swindle only had one thought in mind. His ambition was to see more of Bumblebee in the future.

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