Using Bumblebee

Written to follow up Worm on the Nemesis. Bit of fun.


They had arrived back on Earth well before the Ark. Barricade sat in his alt mode, patiently waiting. He was used to this. He could wait.

The humans came and went, many who noticed a lone police cruiser parked just off the road, slowed their vehicles to the speed limit. Barricade wasn’t interested in tormenting humans today, he had something much more pressing to do. Then he saw the yellow Camaro turning the corner at the top of the street. He smirked inwardly, finally, now it was their turn.

Bumblebee was very pleased to be getting back to his charge. He’d missed Sam while he’d been away on mission, it would be good to catch up. He drove calmly down the street lost in his own thoughts of the previous mission. Nobody had really told him what had happened all he knew was that Ironhide and Optimus were giving each other a wide berth and hadn’t really spoken since. The tension had been so thick you could cut the air with a knife. He had been glad to return to his duty as Sam’s guardian.

A hard force slammed into his side sending him skidding from the tarmac. He couldn’t transform as he was on a public highway. Barricade rammed him again, hard enough to crack his door. Bumblebee whined through his radio unable to defend himself. Barricade moved quickly, using his sirens as a cover for any onlookers that may have seen them careen off the highway.

The Autobot was now pinned between himself and a wall, a helicopter could be heard above, its rotors getting closer. Bumblebee was cornered. Blackout landed nearby, not shy about transforming he sauntered over to the restrained Autobot; he lifted his arm and shot a small EMP charge through Bumblebee’s hood using a borrowed item from a repair bot. Barricades long metal claws protruded from his headlights. He lifted the worm from its container and held it out for Blackout who lifted Bumblebee’s hood and placed the creature inside closing it firmly. Giving Barricade a quick nod he transformed and took off into the sky. Barricade reversed swiftly before spinning round and accelerating away from the unconscious mech.

They rendezvoused in the nearby desert. Barricade transformed as he met Blackout.

“Can we monitor him?”

“Tracking device is in place.” Barricade grinned. Blackout returned the smirk.

“Excellent.”

“Let’s have our revenge.” Starscream spoke softly beside them, having barely recovered from his ordeal; he was most interested to see how this was going to turn out.

****
Bumblebee came too. He had somewhere to be. The human Sam would be waiting for him. He wondered if these humans were the ones that the others thought about, he’d heard the thoughts of the one called Barricade; his thoughts were consistently preoccupied with these strange fleshy creatures. A shudder of excitement ran through him as he recalled his and Starscream’s thoughts. He pulled up into the garage purely on instinct. He knew where he was, this was the place.

After a short while of waiting his patience was rewarded when a strange looking creature came into the garage. A human. A female, this he’d gathered from his experiences with the others. She jumped when she saw him there. Such a strange looking creature. All squishy and warm looking, delicate.

“Oh you’re back.” She placed a warm hand on his hood as she steadied herself. Bumblebee shuddered as the heat slowly radiated through the metal. He tried to answer but found he couldn’t speak. The woman pottered around him carrying out various tasks, with some sort of fabric. A word came to mind. Laundry she was doing laundry. He transformed as he watched her closely. She jumped again, startled by his sudden transformation, he shrugged absently as she shook her head at him. He watched her closely as she continued with her chores. She was different, he could smell her, feel her warmth it was intoxicating. Now he understood the attraction. He reached out and gingerly ran one of his fingers down Judy Witwiky’s back. She shivered and spun round. “What the?”

Glaring at him he withdrew his hand, managing to force a sound through his primitive radio. “I’m sorry.” Her glare softened. She patted his leg. “It’s alright Bee. Just startled me is all. I forget you’re quite tactile for a robot. Even Mojo likes you.”

Bumblebee felt a wave of revulsion at the mention of that name. Mojo was something to be avoided. He continued to watch the human woman, she was fascinating. The way she moved. The way her body took in air and exhaled, he could almost hear her heart beating and feel the hot blood pumping through her body. He was curious. He had to know what she felt like, the other hosts had discovered it already, he knew this, now he wanted to know what it felt like for himself. Felt like inside. Just like he’d seen in the other ‘bots heads. She turned to leave, he was in her way. “Bee get out of the way I have to pick Sam up from college today.” He eyed her curiously. “Human.” His unnatural voice sounded. Judy took it as a question. “Of course I’m human. What’s gotten into you? Geez” Bumblebee leaned in closely, causing her to take a couple of steps back until she contacted the washing machine.

He could feel her breath on his face plates. Her whole body moved it thrilled him, aroused him. He smiled moving in towards the startled woman. She shrieked a little as he scooped her up in his hand bringing her close. He traced the line of her body with his free hand. She batted him away angrily. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Put me down this instant!”

He shook his head once and ignored her cries of anger as he continued to stroke her body with his fingers. Feeling every curve, every bump, and crease. She squirmed at his touch, not quite repulsed but definitely uncomfortable. He made sure he wasn’t hurting her, he was too curious to scare her away just yet. Without thinking anymore about it, he let his curiosity take over. Cupping her head with his other hand he lowered his head and kissed her, she squealed in shock and tried to push him away.

This was impossible.

He forced her lips to part against his own as he slid his glossa in gently, her mouth so warm and wet, so very different than before, he felt rather than heard her groan at his touch despite herself. Losing herself only for a moment she pulled away from him and batted him across the helm. He was taken aback by this and incidentally dropped her. She fell to the floor with a grunt, she was not impressed. Bumblebee shook his head. He’d felt her like it, known she’d enjoyed it, why did she pull away? He didn’t have time to think through his answers as a small metal object thudded into his chest. It ached. He frowned and rubbed the bruised area. He stared at the woman, who now appeared very different. Her face stern, angry as she wielded the metal bat, she swung wide and struck his frame sharply. He whined in protest, crouching to block his torso from the blows. Not hesitating she swung once more and whacked him solidly in the head. He actually stumbled and fell his optics off lining intermittently. For such a small creature she didn’t half pack a wallop.

Judy stood over the dazed bot. “That will teach you for taking advantage of a defenceless woman young man!”

“You touch me like that again and I am going to beat the crap out of you and I don’t care who your friends are!” She dropped the bat, it landed with a loud clang onto the concrete floor. Gathering her things she stormed out of the garage and could be heard shouting at her husband to get the car running so she could grab her son and tell him she was going to sell his car for scrap metal. Again.

****

He could do nothing but wait. He was still too curious to leave and his host had memories of being experimented on if they were revealed to the rest of the humans. He did not much like the thought of these… experiments. He waited in his alt mode patiently, for the fleshy woman to return.

The garage door opened. This was not the female, this was someone different. He smelled different, this one was male. Still a human was a human, he was not entirely sure of the difference apart from the smell.

Sam glared at him and rapped his hood harshly signalling him to transform. Bumblebee obliged and crouched beside him, staring at him with fascination.

“Bee, what have I told you about upsetting my mom? She’s going to have you carted off one of these days and made into a toaster.”

Bumblebee raised the plates above his eyes at the thought. His thoughts drifted once again to the human in front of him. Why was he different, the others hadn’t had close contact with human males, this would be an entirely new experience for himself and his host. He relished the delicious thought before deciding on his next course of action.

“What did you do this time? I don’t see the house in ruins, why she so pissed at you?” Bumblebee shrugged and transformed, opening his door to allow Sam to get in. “Bee I can’t I have to meet Mikaela.”

“Come on.” His radio sounded eagerly. Sam grinned at the ‘bot. “Alright but not for long ok?”

Bumblebee sped off the drive and headed out of town, using the primitive radio to emit sounds, music to entertain and relax his passenger as darker thoughts started to overtake his mind.

They stopped at a secluded area overlooking the town. Sam had been chatting all about college for the entire journey. Bumblebee was almost bored into recharge. He checked that they were alone and transformed as Sam went to sit by a tree. He sat beside the human male, his optics scanning his body discreetly, taking in every detail. He'd enjoyed the journey, he had felt the male wriggle on his seats, feel his heat, it was... searingly irresistible.

His mind was erratic; thoughts kept cropping up, a different woman, Barricade’s. He could recall how Barricade felt when he thought about her, then there was Starscream’s, if anything he felt… more, when thinking about his human, memories of physical reactions not his own burned into his consciousness, driving him to want more. The attraction was becoming an urge for Bumblebee, he remembered how the one called Sam’s mom had tasted, he wanted more, now. He double checked the area, convinced that he was being watched. He shifted uneasily. Sam’s voice brought him back to his senses. “Bumblebee what’s up, you seem distracted?” He looked down at the small human his mind trying to work out if this one would put up a fight. He tried the direct approach.

“Sam…” His voice was weird, musical from the radio. Sam looked at him expectantly. “Do… you… interface?” Sam’s face was a mixture of surprise followed by confusion. “Interface? You mean like interact?”

“Interact? No…interface…”

Sam shook his head and stood, slightly unnerved by the ‘bots line of questioning and his intense stare. He put a couple of feet between them as he ambled away. “Bee, what are you talking about? What’s interfacing?”

Bumblebee smiled, he didn’t know. He was going to have to show him. His optics darkened. Sam didn’t notice, still absently playing with a twig as he strolled away from the ‘bot. Bumblebee caught up to him with one stride and with a finger took Sam’s legs from beneath him. He fell flat on his face in the grass. Spluttering he pushed himself to a sitting position and turned to face him. “What the hell Bee?!” He brushed his face, “What did you do that for?” Bumblebee glowered darkly. In a flash Sam found his guardian leaning over him, he was too close, this was uncomfortable. He’d been forced back onto his haunches, lying sprawled in the grass, his eyes wide with stunned surprise. “Bee?”

Bumblebee didn’t answer he leaned down and planted a firm kiss onto the human. Who then proceeded to emit a high pitched squeal as he felt the mechs glossa protrude into his mouth forcing his lips apart, finding his own tongue, his hands beat at him, pushing at him, his legs kicking frantically into his frame. This one had spunk, Bumblebee liked that, the more he struggled, the more his thoughts flitted to the image of Barricade struggling beneath him, the control and power was intoxicating, and he was getting increasingly aroused by the human’s efforts. He forced Sam into a lying position grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head. Then he released the kiss. Sam gasped and choked. His voice had become a higher pitch as he screamed at Bumblebee. “What the fuck are you doing? Get off me! What the hell is wrong with you Bee!?”

Bumblebee looked down at the squirming human with amusement. “Interfacing.”
“What!?” Sam’s eyes went wide. “Ooohh nooo. Bee, no, no, no, no…!!” He struggled even more managing to wriggle one of his wrists free, he yanked his other free and scrambled up, running away from the slightly crazed Autobot. He yelled back. “You don’t interface with humans Bee!” ‘I didn’t even know they could have sex, I mean interface.’ He thought wildly. He hid himself behind the tree uselessly. Bumblebee could hear him breathing. He walked over to him slowly, carefully, would not do to have the human injure himself before he had his way. He could hear the human muttering.

“I can’t believe this is happening. Oh god. Have to get help." His voice became clearer more urgent. "Mikaela!? It's Sam something’s happened to Bee, he’s attacking me. He is talking about some kind of interfacing. My god Mikaela get help... we’re at… unh!”

Bumblebee swiped a hand round the tree knocking the phone from Sam’s hand. Sam shrieked and ran as fast as he could. It wasn’t fast enough. Bumblebee jumped landing in front of Sam who stumbled frantically. His arms outstretched he tried reasoning with him. “Come on Bee. You don’t wanna do this. It’s me Sam.”

“Yes… I do.” Sam didn’t have time to scream, Bumblebee had, had enough of playing with the human, his frustrations were eating at him and he couldn’t shake the feeling of someone being close by. He whipped his hand into Sam’s body. The human landed a few feet away with a grunt, stunned. Grinning Bumblebee knelt over the partially conscious male. His fingers pulling at the strange fabric that was covering his body. Why did they wear a second skin? Sam’s hands kept trying to push him away weakly as he drifted in and out of consciousness, grabbing protectively at his clothes.

If memory served him then, in the other robots minds the interface port was lower in the abdomen between the legs. He made short work of Sam’s pants, yanking them down. Sam groaned at the sharp movement, slowly regaining consciousness. Bumblebee stopped in confusion. Where was the interface port? His fingers felt deftly over the desired area much to Sam’s discomfort. ‘What the frag is that!?’ He asked himself, startled. His fingers prodded the surprising difference in anatomy, limp, useless. This would not do. The human groaned at the rough handling, still too dazed to do anything. Bumblebee felt his vents cycle up as the anger and frustration built within him. Males were different. He snarled angrily as he batted Sam across the ground angrily. Sam was lifted a foot or two into the air and landed heavily some distance away. Knocking him out.

Bumblebee struck the tree with pent up anger, his thoughts racing now, the bark splintered like a twig at the blow. He heard an engine. He scanned the road; a small black motorbike was heading swiftly towards them. He grinned as he scanned closer. It was being ridden by a female. He transformed and accelerated out to meet the bike.

Mikaela spotted the Camaro first. She slowed a little, but the car did no such thing. He headed straight for her forcing her to swerve sharply, the bike bucked from beneath her and they both went skidding across the asphalt. Bumblebee transformed and glanced down at the frightened female. With fierce agility he transformed and tossed her into his interior before speeding off down the highway. Mikaela’s face pressed against the glass of the passenger door, banging at the window screaming loudly. No one could hear her as the Camaro accelerated beyond the speed limits from local civilisation.

****
Back in the desert the three mechs stood open mouthed at what had taken place. Blackout’s tracking device was conveniently a holo projector so they had seen pretty much everything that had been recorded.

“Youngling's got a nasty streak doesn’t he?” Blackout mused darkly.

“What do you expect being cooped up with all those stuffy Autobots with only a human male for company all the time?” Starscream replied smugly, he was thoroughly enjoying how this was turning out.

“He’s got Prime’s xeno.” Barricade added. Blackout stared at him. “What?” Starscream and Barricade glanced at each other and grinned.

“Prime likes humans. Or didn’t you know?”

“I thought that was just you.” He retorted at Barricade pointedly. Barricade shrugged. “Old news.”

“Might just be the thing she needs then. If she’s got her sights set on something bigger.” Starscream chuckled. Barricade smirked; this was turning out much better than expected.