Susceptible to Suggestion

Continuing the pervy worm story... which is also on FF.net under the title 'Host'
I don't consider the transformers twins to be real brothers as we understand it, but the incest warning is on there anyways in case any of you disagree. Enjoy!

Susceptible to Suggestion

Bumblebee had been pretty much confined to his private quarters since the incident in the med-bay. Ratchet had forbidden him to be quarantined in there where he was working. The medic had been all together crabbier since they had interfaced on his floor; luckily as far as they knew only Ironhide was aware of what had happened. Bumblebee could remember most of it. He was frustrated; he had been confined for his own safety until they could find a way to counteract the side effects of the parasite’s influence.

Images, thoughts, urges that weren’t his own kept flashing through his cortex. He paced his room. He had to get out. If he remembered correctly, Prowl was due to check up on him and knowing Prowl he would not be late. Maybe he would let him out, if only to the rec room. He hadn’t even seen some of the other Autobots who had recently arrived on Earth. He growled impatiently.

His door bleeped and opened. Bumblebee widened his optics in surprise as Optimus stepped over the threshold carrying a cube of energon. A very displeased looking Ironhide followed close behind. Bumblebee frowned. He sub voc’d his leader.

:What’s happening? Has Ratchet found a cure for me yet?:

“I’m afraid not Bumblebee.” Optimus answered gently. “However, I have come to the decision that we can’t keep you confined indefinitely. You have been in here for two days now and have shown no untoward behaviour. You are to return to your duties. Although I suggest avoiding Sam and Mikaela for the time being, until we can explain it to them properly what’s happened.”

Bumblebee nodded sadly, remembering what he’d almost done to the humans. He glanced sheepishly up at Ironhide, who remained stony faced. He also remembered what Bumblebee had tried to do and still felt more than a little awkward around the yellow scout as both he and Optimus knew that Bumblebee also had the collective memories of their altercation together.

“There is another thing Bumblebee…” He looked up at Optimus expectantly. “Ironhide is going to be keeping an optic on you. If he suspects any strange behaviour his orders are to return you to the med bay, whether Ratchet likes it or not.” He cast a stern look towards the black mech, who scowled but remained silent.

“Sideswipe wanted me to tell you that Sunstreaker has arrived and would like to see you.”

Bumblebee’s face lit up, he did a little jig on the spot and dashed out of the room to find his old friend. Ironhide looked after him and turned back to a bemused Optimus. “You owe me for this…” He growled. Optimus smirked.
“I’m sure he’ll be fine. Make sure the twins don’t get him into any trouble. I dread to think what they’ll get up to now they’re both on Earth.” He left Ironhide shaking his head and muttering.
“You and your damned signals into space.” He mumbled after his retreating leader. He turned and headed off in the direction Bumblebee had been headed. He could feel his processor already starting to hurt at the thought of all three of them together again.

****

Bumblebee raced to the rec room and skidded to a halt upon seeing Prowl. He grinned innocently in response to Prowl’s suspicious frown and walked up to the tactician until he was standing toe to toe with him. Still grinning, his optics looked the taller, slender mech hungrily up and down and he uttered a soft growl. Prowl’s optics widened and he took a small step back. “Bumblebee…? Are you alright?”

Bumblebee looked up at him eagerly and looked like he was about to pounce when Ironhide sauntered around the corner. “Bee!” Bumblebee whined quietly, glancing at the black mech behind him. He took one last lingering look at the black and white mech staring at him and ran off again towards the rec room.

Ironhide sighed. “Kid’s going to be the death of me.”

“Why are you watching him?”

“Optimus’s orders… Ratchet refused the slagger.” He glanced at Prowl. “Want to help keep him and the twins out of trouble?”

Prowl stared at him for a few seconds as if he hadn’t heard the question. “No… I’m afraid I can’t… I have… paperwork to catch up on…” He ducked his head and walked away quickly. Ironhide glared after him open mouthed. “Now if I’m not mistaken that glitch just lied to me…” His cannons whirred to life in agitation as he continued to follow Bumblebee.

****

Bumblebee reached the rec room, he glanced around. There were a handful of new faces that had come to Earth in response to Optimus’s signal. He spotted, Bluestreak and Perceptor quietly chatting with Jolt in the corner. Skids and Mudflap were trying to figure out how to work Sam’s Xbox with a great deal of noise while Wheeljack was tinkering with some contraption with Blaster chattering away to him and Mirage animatedly. He spotted Sideswipe sprawled on their make shift sofa, as he’d heard Mikaela refer to it. Next to him was the familiar red tint of his twin, Sunstreaker.

Bumblebee bounced over. Sideswipe smirked as he saw him. “Hey Bee, they let you out?”

Bee nodded quite cheerfully, blasting a song on his radio. Sunstreaker stood and walked around him whistling. “Hey youngling, long time. Check out your new paint job.” He nodded his approval. “Very stylish little Bee.” He grinned.

Bumblebee was happy to see most of his friends together again. He glanced around as Sunstreaker grabbed him a cube of energon. A white flash pierced his optics and other faces took their place. Barricade? He could see Barricade, on the floor… no… now it was Ironhide writhing beneath him. Bumblebee pressed his hand to his optics and shook his head. Glancing up again, he could see the room full of his friends, but he couldn’t relax, he could still feel the arousal in his system, phantom feelings, urges not his own. He watched the weapons specialist stride across the room, and sit heavily in an empty seat. Bumblebee felt his face plates heat up, the image was still fresh in his memory. Now he looked so relaxed, he could just go over and…

“Bumblebee?”

He blinked as Sideswipe waved his hand across his vision. “We lost you there for a little bit.” He glanced at the oblivious black mech. “Big guy giving you some trouble?” He smirked. Bumblebee shrugged, unable to take his optics off Ironhide. Sunstreaker was confused.

:What’s going on Sides? Bee’s acting a little weird:

:Yeah he was invaded by a parasite thingy… made him do some weird stuff namely to poor Ironhide over there and the humans he was protecting and… the rumour is… Ratchet was trapped in his med bay with him…you know…:

Sunstreaker sniggered. “Nooo?”

Sideswipe nodded in amusement. His attention was now on the yellow scout who was staring intently at the weapons specialist as he left the room. He watched Bumblebee’s door wings twitch visibly. He knew what that meant. He grabbed Sunstreaker’s energon cube and placed it on the table.

“Hey I was drinking tha…”
“Come on.”
“Where?”
“Following Bee, something’s off…”

They discreetly followed the small ‘bot that had just as sneakily left the room after Ironhide.
“Is he following him?”

Sideswipe barely suppressed a snort of laughter as Bumblebee grabbed Ironhide and pressed him against the bulkhead with a surprising strength. Ironhide yelped in surprise.
Sideswipe pulled Sunstreaker back, who was staring with a horrified fascination. “It makes him… want to…?”

Sideswipe glanced back round the corner as Ironhide forcibly lifted the yellow ‘bot into the air slamming him into the opposite bulkhead with an angry growl. Bumblebee whined painfully as he slumped to the floor.

“Right you… med bay… now!”

“We should help him.” Sunstreaker glanced up at his silver twin. “You know… it’s wrong to deprive a ‘bot of his needs.” He added slyly. Sideswipe grinned in response.
“Alt modes?”
Sunstreaker got a strange eager glint in his eye and nodded.

They both transformed into their respective twin Lamborghinis and revved their engines, accelerating toward the pair. Ironhide had no chance to react and had to dive out of the way; Sideswipe slowed down long enough to grab Bumblebee.

“Quick follow us!”

Bumblebee transformed and sped off after the twins as they drove through the wide corridor and out through the hangar door. Laughing loudly as they went.

“Fraggin’ pair of glitches!” Ironhide bellowed behind them as he was left sprawled on the floor.

****

They raced down the highway. Sunstreaker thoroughly enjoying his first trip out from the base. The silver and red Lamborghinis flanked the smaller yellow Camaro as they challenged each other. Sirens sounded behind them and Sideswipe and Bumblebee shot off at speeds any normal car would find unobtainable. Sunstreaker was having far too much fun. Slowing down he allowed the police car to catch up to him, before accelerating hard, leaving the saloon in a cloud of dust. He followed the trail set by the two off road onto a dirt track. He was laughing hard when he transformed that he collapsed to his knees, before regaining his composure.

“That! That was the most fun I’ve had in a LONG time.” He gasped his face alight with a smile. “Where are we anyway?”

“Away from the base, it’s a secluded spot outside the human populated areas, hardly anyone comes here. Bee and I occasionally come here to make tracks when things are quiet.” Sideswipe answered, eyeing a distracted Bumblebee carefully.

: So what are we waiting for?: Sunstreaker sub voc’d him a sly grin forming on his face. Sideswipe let his twin take the lead. Sunstreaker idly sidled up to Bumblebee who grinned at him. “So Bee... what were you doing to big, loud and angry back there?”

Bumblebee ducked his head a little and shrugged sheepishly, digging his toe into the sandy dirt.

“Yeah you know coming onto Ironhide is a sure fire way to get yourself slagged right?” Sideswipe chuckled.

The twins approached the now embarrassed Camaro.

“Now us on the other hand...” Sunstreaker shot Sideswipe a mischievous look, Bumblebee glanced up at them, his optics questioning.

:You mean... you want to... with me?: He sub voc’d shyly.

Sunstreaker shrugged absently and circled the smaller mech letting his hand trail across his door wings playfully. “We just want to show you how it’s done...” He leaned in close to Bumblebee’s neck, letting the warmth of air crossing his intake valves brush over exposed wiring. “We’d rather you didn’t get your paint work fragged with your advances... Let us show you...”

Sideswipe watched, Bumblebee seemed to be struggling with his thoughts. He frowned.

:Hey Sunstreaker... maybe this wasn’t such a good idea...:

:Why not...? It’s not like he’s a youngling anymore...:

:Prime is very protective of him.:

:So are we... we’re not going to hurt him... just show him a good time... poor guy is tense... he needs loosening up...:

He looked up at Sideswipe, draping his arms over Bumblebee’s shoulders and whispered in Bee’s audio.

“Tell him you want to have fun with us... he’s worried about you...”

Bumblebee glanced up at the hesitant Sideswipe. Images flashed through his cortex, his glossa sliding across Starscream’s, the moans, the need. He growled softly and shrugged Sunstreaker from his shoulders. He strode confidently to the silver mech and grabbed his collar faring pulling him close.

: It’s you that’s going to get corrupted: He grinned and his vocaliser emitted a faint digital whine. Pulling Sideswipe closer he felt the mech’s air intake increase. He planted a firm, playful kiss on his mouth. Sideswipe let out a muffled noise in surprise. He felt Bumblebee’s glossa wrap around his one, and relaxed bringing up his hands to the scout’s waist he pulled him closer and pushed back deeper with his glossa. Bumblebee moaned into his mouth as Sunstreaker came up behind him and began caressing his door wings. It felt so good, the tingling shot through his sensor net, sending shivers through his frame. Sunstreaker wasted no time and his mouth found the sensitive wires in his neck, his glossa probing between them. Bumblebee drew his head back and gasped loudly.

His intakes couldn’t keep up and he felt his body heat up with pleasure. He was sandwiched between the two mechs, both caressing, probing digging into his armour to find his most sensitive spots. He stood trembling to the spot, his optics closed as he felt their glossa explore his frame. Fresh images came to his mind, Barricade again; his glossa wrapped around a pulsing module... another flash Starscream with his trine. Bumblebee’s optics on lined, he wasn’t just having flashbacks of the parasite’s memories; he was having flashbacks of ALL of their experiences. The intensity, the desperate need.

Bumblebee relaxed into the sensations, caressing both the twins in turn, stroking their door wings, their sides, digging beneath their armour, eliciting excited groans from them both. He smirked playfully and went with the impulses. He bit Sideswipe’s neck sharply, before teasing with his glossa all down his armour, Sideswipe moaned softly as Bumblebee dropped lower crouching to his knees. He watched him curiously, unaware of Bumblebee’s pseudo experience. Sunstreaker had dropped down low with him and was proceeding to stroke his fingers across Bumblebee’s interface hatch as Bumblebee teased Sideswipe’s hatch open. The twins glanced at each other; clearly they had underestimated their young friend.

Bumblebee leant forward letting his glossa lick the sealing collar around Sideswipe’s open interface port. He pressed it further inside, Sideswipe arched into it and moaned loudly, clenching his fists. Sunstreaker widened his optics in surprise as Bumblebee proceeded to lift out Sideswipe’s green lit module, slowly gently he watched with growing arousal, his cooling fans kicking in, as Bumblebee took the module into his mouth off lining his optics as he did so. Sideswipe stiffened at the sensation. His body racked with shudders of pleasure. Bumblebee released the module allowing Sideswipe to slump to the floor in front of him.

He glanced coyly behind him at Sunstreaker, who felt Bumblebee’s hands dance over his interface hatch clicking it open. He tensed as he felt his fingers play around the open port.

“Oh Primus...” He whispered as he gripped Bumblebee’s shoulder for support. Bumblebee pulled them both closer to him. Their fans were all running at top speed, they eyed him hungrily, as he kissed them both in turn, both his hands probing their interface ports, stroking, squeezing their modules, causing their data streams to pulse wantonly.

Another flash crossed his cortex, more urges, desires... Bumblebee shuttered his optics, he couldn’t contain it anymore. He took both their modules in his hands, his face hungry, eager. The twins cried out, breathlessly as he firmly pushed their modules into another’s interface port. Sunstreaker found himself linked to his twin, it was not like they hadn’t done this before but this time, he glanced down Sideswipe was attached to Bumblebee who was letting out soft mews of delight, he caught Sunstreaker’s gaze and the red mech yelped as he pushed his module into his ready interface port.

Bumblebee could feel the ecstasy building through his systems. His data stream pulsed to match Sideswipe’s eager hard pulses, which in turn were trying to keep up with Sunstreaker’s faster more energetic data stream. They gripped onto each other, hands still probing, gripping tightly, fingers scraping hard down exposed sensory nodes as they felt the other reach his peak.

Sunstreaker went first his high pitched cries of delight, shuddered through Sideswipe as he felt cool energon flush through his system. He growled deeply as his own systems couldn’t take anymore, his data stream pulsed fast, hard.

“Bee....” He groaned as his whole body tensed and twitched with over stimulated sensory nodes firing across his circuitry. Bumblebee let out a squeak of pleasure and he pulsed hard into Sunstreaker who screamed with pleasure at the sensation sending him into another overload.

Bumblebee couldn’t tell which one of them he could hear screaming, or which one of all of them screamed the loudest as they overloaded into each other, with an overwhelming intensity they’d never experienced. The twins collapsed into each other, recharge taking over their systems. Bumblebee had enough time to disconnect their modules before slumping into recharge between the two mechs, completely exhausted.

****

Bumblebee found himself hauled to his feet, not gently. The twins were sat on the ground, staring at the floor as Ratchet was threatening to reprogram them with some venom. Sunstreaker caught Bumblebee’s optic and shot him a sly grin, before wincing at the irate medic. No regrets Bumblebee thought. However the experience had made his flashbacks worse, not better. He could see Blackout leaning over him; he could feel Barricade’s pain as he begged at his feet. Ironhide’s cries of overload as his leader took advantage. Bumblebee shook his head hard, arousal building in his systems again. He rubbed his optics.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Ironhide growled, Bumblebee glared at him, trying to hide his desperate, foreign need to jump him. Prowl came into view.

“You know it’s not his fault Ironhide. He is still suffering the effects of the parasite.” Prowl’s cool optics glanced over Bumblebee somewhat sympathetically.

“That maybe so... but he should know better than to go sneaking off base in his condition with the twins of all ‘bots!” Ironhide raised his voice angrily. Optimus was already irritated by Bumblebee’s escape, if he found out what had happened the twins would likely be staying in the brig for the foreseeable future.

“We didn’t do anything wrong!” Sunstreaker shouted over the medic.

Ironhide turned to him. “Oh no?” He marched over to them. “What do you call taking advantage of the youngling when you were fully aware of what has been happening?”

“To be fair, he isn’t a youngling and... he made the first move...” Sideswipe replied contritely.

“Exactly our point!” Ratchet shouted in exasperation. “Do you two never think? He’s having flashbacks from the parasite’s memories, he feels compelled to act on the urges. You were fully briefed on this.” He rubbed his face absently.

“Oh that explains it.” Sunstreaker chuckled.
“Yeah... it was damn good!” Sideswipe agreed glancing over at Bumblebee who was watching Prowl closely. He nudged his twin, ignoring both Ironhide and Ratchet who had both launched into another lecture.

They watched as Bumblebee waited patiently for Prowl to finish talking and completely unexpectedly he growled a noise that sounded more akin to an animal than an Autobot. He threw himself at the black and white mech pinning him against a tree. Sunstreaker clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle his laugh. Ironhide and Ratchet finally noticed what was going on, they turned.

“Oh frag...” They swore, racing to aid the stunned tactician. They weren’t fast enough. Bumblebee landed a heavy, kiss onto Prowl’s mouth causing the SIC to squeal with surprise.

The twins were rolling around on the floor laughing as the normally stoic mech was forced out of his comfort zone. Bumblebee’s hands found the most sensitive sensory node and tugged it hard. Prowl cried out, a choking sound of pain and pleasure and collapsed into Ratchet’s arms. Bumblebee laughed as he transformed and sped off. Ironhide lunged for him just catching his bumper before getting pelted with rocks and dust from Bumblebee’s escape. He punched the ground in frustration.

****

Bumblebee had no idea where he was going. The flashbacks had increased; it was all he could think about. This was so much worse than when the parasite was inside him. At least then he wasn’t in control. This time he had a choice but all he wanted was to satiate his urges. He growled in frustration. He needed release.

****

“What are you watching?” Blackout asked curiously.

Barricade looked up. “The feed on the yellow idiot. It’s still partially active, although it’s degraded.”

“Why?”

“Looks like the youngling is having side effects to the parasite.”

“You mean similar to Starscream?”

Barricade eyed him. “And you?”

“Yeah but I’m not anywhere near as bad. To put it in human terms... the bot is horny.”

Blackout leaned closer. “What’s he doing now?”

“Driving... he jumped their second in command and fled. Seems they caught him in a compromising position with Lamborghinis.” Barricade smirked.

Starscream approached them quietly. “Perhaps we should get our own back properly on the one Autobot on whom this entire situation can be blamed.”

Barricade and Blackout looked at the seeker, who smirked slightly and shrugged.

“It is merely a thought.”
****