Bumblebee's Desire - (Using Bumblebee III)

Oops my apologies I posted the wrong draft *facepalm* Enjoy!!

Ratchet carried Bumblebee into the med-bay. Optimus followed close behind sporting the limp form of Ironhide. Ratchet glanced over as he laid Ironhide down gently on the berth, his mouth quirked upwards at the corner as he noticed Optimus’s gaze on the unconscious mech.

Clearing his throat, he absently scanned Bumblebee. “You know… you could just tell him how you feel…” He glanced up, faint amusement in his optics. Optimus looked up quickly, pushing himself away from Ironhide’s berth.

“What? I don’t know what you mean Ratchet.” He replied just a little too defensively.

Ratchet suppressed a grin as he concentrated on his scan readings. “Aha… of course you don’t.”

“I am merely concerned…” Optimus drifted off, glancing down at the prone form of Bee in an effort to avoid his medic’s questioning optics.

“Right…concerned… that’s how I look at a mech when I’m concerned too…” He muttered, just loud enough for Optimus to catch it. He smirked as he heard his leader’s air intake increase. An uneasy silence filled the med-bay. Desperate for a change of topic Optimus spoke up.

“How is he?”

“It’s hard to tell, the multiple EMP blasts to the parasite have caused it to coil around his central neural wires. If I try to remove it I could turn Bee into a vegetable.”

“Is there anything you can do?”

“Possibly sensor blocking the parasite directly could cause it to release. I think it’s dying but it could quite possibly take its host with it in desperation.”

“Do what you can.”

“Always do.”

“Keep me informed and um… after what Bee did to him… let Ironhide recharge for a while.”

“That is one whole box of explosives I am not touching Prime.” He glanced up and winked. “I’ll let you handle him when he wakes.”

Optimus opened his mouth to protest, resigning simply by shaking his head giving Ratchet a half hearted glare before vacating the med-bay.

Ratchet returned his focus to the young mech on the berth before him. He scanned his helm, leaning in closely he jumped when he felt a hand grip his helm. Re-focusing his optics he found Bumblebee staring at him curiously. He tensed. “Now Bee… just relax I am trying to help you… unnh…”

He was cut off sharply as Bee pulled him into a firm deliberate kiss. Finding himself off balance, Ratchet struggled to pull out of the smaller bot’s surprisingly firm grasp. Finally managing to get his fingers on Bees armour he shoved back, hard. Bee squealed in surprise as he flew off the berth, skating someway across the med-bay.

He grinned, not as rough as before. He crouched eyeing Ratchet carefully, who had taken refuge on the other side of the berth, frantically rummaging through his tools to find his EMP stunner. He glanced up as he found it, too late. With a whine Bee launched himself onto the larger medic. Who fell to the ground with a loud yelp.

He grappled the nimble and fast moving mech on top of him. Batting away his hands as swiftly as he tried to grab for sensitive wiring. He saw Bee’s face plates scrunch with frustration.

“Interface…” He bleeped loudly. Ratchet thrashed violently beneath him, feeling all together desperately uncomfortable by this situation. “No Bee, you’re under influence from the parasite… let me help you… interface is the last thing you want.”

Bee grasped his helm wincing as if in pain. Memories flashing through his cortex, being pinned to the floor by the large ‘copter bot. Ooooh that had felt good… He muttered a string of Cybertronian curses that made Ratchet’s brow raise in surprise. He lunged down attempting to kiss the very reluctant medic again.

“Arrggghh!! No! Get off me… I don’t want you… not this way…” Bee pressed into his shoulders blinking at him curiously. Ratchet’s air intake stalled as he realised what he’d just said. His optics widened as Bee’s hands found purchase on his waist. Letting go of his instincts not to harm his patient, Ratchet kicked out frantically, Bee jerked from his frame, bending his legs he planted a hard kick in Bee’s midsection, causing the yellow mech to grunt with pain and double over.

Stumbling to his feet, he practically ran for the door.

****
“Oh look the grumpy medic is shy.” Barricade chuckled. Starscream leaned over to get a better look.

“Probably why he is grumpy.”

“Not going to be a problem for someone.” Barricade replied slyly, they both turned to look at Blackout, who walked over to them, his legs wobbly, absently brushing sand off his black frame. He caught them staring.

“What?!...”

****
Ratchet swore loudly as the door didn’t open automatically. Of course the quarantine overrides were in place. He had initiated the program himself, when Optimus had left. He punched it once in frustration, hard enough to leave a dent. Reaching to the door controls, he hadn’t notice Bee recover.

With no warning at all, Ratchet found himself being slammed into the wall. He cried aloud in surprise and pain as his helm made contact sharply. He felt Bee pressing into his back, his hands rubbing him, prying fingers finding their way under his armour. He tried to jerk away from the touch but Bee was a frustratingly strong ‘bot and held him with fierce determination, whining softly in his audio. Ratchet heard himself utter a whimper as the sound sent shivers across his sensor net.

He tried pounding on the door and yelling. Bee grasped his hand firmly and pinned it to the door instead. He felt the ‘bot grinding into him his glossa probing sensitive wiring in his neck. He groaned at the touch, fighting the signals of stimulus that it sent crashing through his cortex. In a last futile attempt to push himself away from the wall, he heard Bee groan lustfully and with increasing frustration. He sub voc’d the medic his digital voice sounding oddly calm.

‘Want this, know you do too… let go… make it easy on yourself… been too long…’

‘Bee please… just let me treat you… help you… you’ll only regret this…’

‘Are helping me… wont regret…’

At the last statement Ratchet felt his dentals bite into his neck, he moaned out loud, trembling at the arousal it was causing. Bee continued to probe with his fingers, stroking sensitive wires causing Ratchet to arch into the pleasurable caress.

Gaining the upper hand Bee smiled, he spun the stunned medic round and pinned him to the wall eagerly. Ratchet froze, it really had been a long time since anyone had touched him in this way; he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about this situation. Bee certainly knew what he was doing with his hands however he noted as a particularly sensitive node was stroked just above his hip causing him to shutter his optics and exhale in a faint whisper of a moan. Ratchet knew from his medical scans that Bee had never interfaced with another mech, he most certainly did not want to be an unwitting first on Bee’s part.

Opening his optics he spied the EMP stunner lying abandoned on the floor close to Ironhide’s berth. Ironhide who was in deep recharge, he cursed the mech silently, knowing full well it wasn’t his fault.

Feeling a sudden surge of arousal close to his interface hatch, Ratchet shot his optics down to where Bee had crouched, his glossa teasing, licking around the hatch, this was something new. In a swift movement he tried to push Bee away. Bee merely growled fiercely and pinned his wrists to his sides, his optics staring at him as he probed further with his glossa. Ratchet let out a strangled moan, Primus it felt good. Using the distraction, Bee swiftly ripped the interface cover away with his dentals. Ratchet gasped.

“No…Bee…”

He whispered weakly now. Bee allowed his glossa to explore the ready port. Ratchet had never done this with anyone before and squirmed uncomfortably in his grasp, he gripped tighter, going deeper, the medic arched into it almost involuntarily as he pushed against sensitive nodes deep inside his interface port. He cried out pleasure sweeping over him in waves. Heat building in his circuits, his fans whirred into action as he felt the tell tale sparks of overload begin to prickle his senses.

****
“Barricade look, I believe you’ve corrupted the yellow idiot.” Starscream pointed gleefully.

Barricade looked distinctly pleased with himself. “Wasn’t in my head Starscream.” He grinned. The jet fell silent, dropping his hand.

“He’s doing a number on that medic.” Blackout mused.

“Oh you’d know about that wouldn’t you?” Barricade drawled playfully. The ‘copter’s gaze remained fixed on the screen. “I... I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

****

‘Oh no’ Ratchet thought frantically. He tried desperately to suppress the urges, using his medic protocols to try and override the signals being sent to his module, causing it to pulse in eager arousal. He clenched his fists in the effort.

Damn he was good. How was the young mech this good? Where had he learned this? Ratchet couldn’t help but wonder as the inexperienced ‘bot seemed more than a little knowledgeable. Then his cortex flashed him the likeliest solution. The parasite, symbiotic memories. He glanced down at Bee with something that felt like fear, possibly anticipation as the medic realised the young ‘bot had the collective memories of who knows how many mechs.

Bee having gotten bored of teasing, wanted more from the now trembling medic. He stood and kissed him gently this time, feeling his glossa glide against Ratchet, who tried to resist, Bee licked and pushed further, he felt Ratchet melt into the kiss as desire washed over him. Bee groaned delightfully into his mouth.

Ratchet noticed his movements less urgent now, softer, needy. He glanced once more to the EMP stunner, taking his chance he pushed the unsuspecting ‘bot from his frame and lunged for the stunner, tripping in his frantic attempt; he knocked the stunner across the floor.

Bee grabbed his shoulder and pushed him to the floor. He smiled his optics flashed in anticipation, he had won. Ratchet knew what was coming and felt the nerves grip his capacitor causing it to cycle more rapidly.

Bee took hold of his module; Ratchet looked at him, his optics pleading him… for what? He wasn’t even sure anymore. Bee straddled him and pushed the module into his own interface port, letting out a squeal of delight as he did.

Ratchet didn’t have the strength left to resist, he groaned with pleasure as he felt his module push into Bee’s tight untouched port. His data stream pulsed rapidly through his module, causing him to intake air sharply, frequently. His sensor net was alive with electrical tingling, his whole frame shuddered with pleasure as he felt Bee’s module being pushed into his own interface port.

At this move his thoughts melted into sheer static ecstasy as he felt Bee’s equally rapid pulses surging through him. Unable to even form a coherent thought, he grasped the yellow ‘bot and pulled him close kissing him, Bee moaned with glee as their glossa intertwined. Their data stream quickened to such an extent, they were racked by shudders sweeping over their bodies.

The heat was building, Ratchet ignored the warning signs his cortex fired him. He felt Bee tense, his fingers gripping into his chest tightly stimulating his spark chamber.

This sent him over the edge, he screamed as Bee overloaded into him hard, cool energon penetrating his interface port sending his own cascading overload into Bumblebee who arched his back throwing his head back as he cried out with unbridled release. They both slumped into simultaneous recharge, Bee resting on Ratchet’s larger chassis as the medic lay sprawled on the floor of his own med bay.

****
“Whoa…”

“Interesting…”

“That I did not expect.” Starscream uttered dumbfounded. All three ‘cons simply stared at the data stream. Barricade’s jaw hung open in surprise. Blackout merely looked amused.

“Who knew…?” Barricade spoke with bemusement. He started chuckling, the other two ‘cons looked at him, soon enough all three ‘cons were clutching their sides, trying not to fall over in the sand caught in the rapture of their laughter.

****

Ironhide opened his optics; his head ached from the EMP charge. He lifted a hand to his face trying to push out the last memories of Bee sucking his module.

Sitting up, he cast his eyes around the med bay, where was Ratchet. The cantankerous medic never left when he had patients, he was far too possessive of his med bay. Ironhide frowned, his annoyance at Bee deepened by the lack of concern for his well being. He actually felt a little put out. Swinging his legs over the side, he pushed himself off the berth. His left foot made contact with something soft, drawing it up quickly he grimaced as he recognised the parasite, its yellow slime dripping from his frame.

“Urrgghh… disgusting.” He grumbled. Avoiding the unsightly worm on the floor. Ironhide made his way to the next berth, where a selection of tools had been neatly laid out as if in preparation for an operation. Weird.

He glanced up and noticed the fist sized dent in the door. Moving round the berth he tripped. Turning back to see what he caught his foot on, his optics widened. His jaw dropped open… glancing back at the worm on the floor then at the scene in front of him.

He remained on the spot, his processors switching to overdrive. Slumped on the floor beside the berth, lay Ratchet looking a little worse for wear and straddling his frame, with a content expression on his face as he recharged was Bumblebee. Ironhide inclined his head slightly and drew back sharply with a quick gasp upon seeing the two mechs still connected via their interface ports. His optics flitting between the worm and the two ‘bots.

“Ooooh…” His vocaliser sounded in realisation. He backed slowly toward the door, in the hope they didn’t wake. His palm slapped the wall looking for the door override, he found it, the door hissed open and he backed out, shutting it again.

Spinning around he almost collided into Prime.

“Ironhide!” Optimus smiled warmly at him. “How are you feeling?”

“Great, just great… fantastic… really.” He stammered slightly. Optimus gave him a curious look before trying to reach behind him.

“Where are you going?”

“To see Ratchet, check on Bee… are you alright Ironhide, you’re acting strange.”

“Ratchet is busy, working on him… could be some time yet… said to come tell you I was ok…” He spoke quickly. Optimus withdrew slightly, bemusement tugging at the edge of his labia plating.

“Alright. If you’re certain.”

“Positive… Bee’s going to be fine…just fine…”

“That’s good to hear. How are you feeling from the ordeal Ironhide?”

“Me? Couldn’t be better.”

“Really after what Bee tried to do to you?”

“Oh that!... Yeah little shook up about that myself…”

Ironhide was still trying to shake the image from his optics, and control his shock and underlying amusement in trying to prevent Optimus from catching the ones in the med bay. Damn he needed a distraction.

“Really?... Do you… um… do you need to talk?” Optimus offered hesitantly.

“Yes!...” Ironhide answered a little too quickly… calm down he thought… too suspicious.

“Yes, I’d like to talk, not here though. Somewhere else, you know more… more…”

“Private?” Optimus answered more quietly now. Ironhide nodded pressing his mouth into a thin grim line, feigning a look of need.

“Alright… would you mind my quarters, it’s just the others are back and I’m not sure if you…”

“That’s ok…” Ironhide replied, a little surprised at the offer but grateful for the distraction nonetheless. “Let’s go.” He prompted.

Optimus nodded slightly, Ironhide fell into pace beside him. An awkward silence followed. Ironhide was slightly confused as to why it felt awkward. It’s not like Prime had seen what he’d just seen. Then he spoke.

“I’ve been meaning to talk you about something anyway…” Optimus’s voice was quiet, almost shy. Ironhide raised his brow, faint anticipation creeping into his cortex.

“Oh really?”