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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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Drawn From a Hat: Transformers
Title: Remembrance
Fandom: Transformers
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Pairing Number: 1
Pairing: Megatron/Bumblebee
Category: Shonen-Ai
Word count: 1,069
AN: And we start off with Megatron/Bumblebee! A word of warning, the next 8 stories are all part of two different story worlds that I’m currently working on, so consider these…previews of a type.
No sex with big ass robots!
Haven't figured that out yet. >>
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The stars twinkled brightly above the base, covering the desert with soft light as the moon hung half hidden in the sky. The red optics of Megatron didn’t see any of it, lost to memories of his past. The thoughts and plans and deeds he had done all those years, centuries, ago still haunted him, making him frown and lose nights of recharge as they ran around his mind. So many lost under his command and because of one little decision.
It hurt, even though he knew quite well that it truly wasn’t him but the virus, if you could call it that, that the Fallen had used upon him.
Shaking his helm, he sat down up on the ground, crossing his legs as he turned his optics out over the desert. He watched as a few of the Earths nocturnal creatures scurried around the sand and catis that dotted the land around them. Even the simple beauty of the landscape couldn’t pull him away from the darkness that surrounded his thoughts.
A well known hand dropped onto his shoulder, making the ex-over lord look up and stare into well known blue optics. Smiling slightly, he tilted his head to the side in invitation to sit with him. The yellow mech sat down next to the other male, leaning his arms onto his crossed legs.
“Thinking about what happened in your past?” Bumblebee asked, his voice low so as to not to wake anyone else on the base. Megatron nodded his head as he looked to the younger mech, amazed that the other was so young but still able to fight with the best of them. But then again, war would make men out of children.
“Yes, I am. Though the nightmare was more of a memory that was played once more,” Megatron hummed, not the least bit surprised when his clawed hand was taken into small yellow ones and caressed. Bumblebee had always been sympathetic to him, mostly because he knew where the bigger mech was coming from with the nightmares. Leaning into the ex-overlord, the small yellow mech chirped quietly, still playing with Megatrons hand, occasionally tweaking the claws.
The black mech smiling lightly, enjoying the continued chirps and the occasional warble. It was something else that was amazing to him, to hear such innocent sounds. Even Barricade, young as he was, didn’t make those noises around anyone, not even alone. But here was Bublebee, willing to make those sweet, innocent sounds that every sparkling made and in front of one of the mechs that had tried to kill him.
Megatron tried to figure out just why he was so blessed to be allowed to hear them after all he had done. A tap to his wrist component made him look up and smile sheepishly, getting a look from Bumblebee.
“You’re my friend, so no thinking bad thoughts about yourself,” the yellow mech chided, poking at the black mechs wrist component again. Megatrons hand curled with the poke, as his lips curled into a smile. Bumping shoulders with the smaller mech, he laughed softly.
“Listen to us, a youngling scolding someone so much older then you,” he teased, getting an indignant chirp, even as Bumblebees optics crinkled. “I hope you know, not just anyone gets to scold me. Not even Optimus, and he’s my brother,” he hummed, watching as a yellow helm rested itself onto his shoulder in a show of rust. Reaching up, he stroked over the yellow head, humming quietly before his motor started, vibrating gently. Megatrom smiled at the returning vibrations that came from the car, softer than his own engines.
“So, why are you out here? I thought that you would be in your building, messing with something,” Bumblebee said after a few minutes. The ex-overlord blinked his optics a few times before looking down to the younger male who was looking up at him with a curious look. Shaking his head, the black mech had to smile at the inquisitive nature of his companion.
“I couldn’t concentrate tonight and decided that I should get some air, hopefully getting my thoughts straight,” Megatron told the smaller mech, stroking over the helm of his companion again. He laughed softly at the look he was getting and tapped one clawed finger on the odd mouth piece that made up Bumblebees mouth component. Bumblebee twittered lightly before hugging the bigger mech around his waist, pulling Megatron close and nuzzled him lightly. The larger of the two wrapped his arms around the Autobot in return, nuzzling the slight helm, comforting both of them.
When he had come to the Autobot base, he had expected to be in the brig, or trapped in a building with a guard, but never had he expected his own building for his own work and recharging. He had never expected to be treated like a guest instead of a prisoner, but it was welcomed either way. He especially welcomed the gentle affection that he got from various mechs and Sam. But he enjoyed Bumblebees affection the most due to the fact that he had been so wrong before by him but he still forgave him for it. It made his spark pulse in love for the yellow mech, a love he had only felt for Optimus before.
Of course, he was still watched closely by those who arrived on Earth and didn’t know what had happened, hadn’t liked that battle, but he didn’t mind. It still hurt to much to know that Soundwave had been his biggest enemy; to know that he hated Megatron quite a bit, to be bothered by being watched by some paranoid mech. But it was still nice to feel the sweetness that came from Bumbleebee, rare as it was. After all, most of the mechs tried to keep the little Bee away from him.
Not that it stopped the youngest of them all from coming around to be with the ex-leader. Megatron doubted that anything could stop Bumblebee from doing what he wanted to do. After all, the young mech had fought on his own for nearly 5 years before finding Sam and his friends. And since then, there had been the last battle where he had lost his legs.
Once more, Megatrons thoughts circled back to just how blessed he had to be to be hugged and forgiven by those he had wronged oh so easily.
Fandom: Transformers
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Pairing Number: 1
Pairing: Megatron/Bumblebee
Category: Shonen-Ai
Word count: 1,069
AN: And we start off with Megatron/Bumblebee! A word of warning, the next 8 stories are all part of two different story worlds that I’m currently working on, so consider these…previews of a type.
No sex with big ass robots!
Haven't figured that out yet. >>
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The stars twinkled brightly above the base, covering the desert with soft light as the moon hung half hidden in the sky. The red optics of Megatron didn’t see any of it, lost to memories of his past. The thoughts and plans and deeds he had done all those years, centuries, ago still haunted him, making him frown and lose nights of recharge as they ran around his mind. So many lost under his command and because of one little decision.
It hurt, even though he knew quite well that it truly wasn’t him but the virus, if you could call it that, that the Fallen had used upon him.
Shaking his helm, he sat down up on the ground, crossing his legs as he turned his optics out over the desert. He watched as a few of the Earths nocturnal creatures scurried around the sand and catis that dotted the land around them. Even the simple beauty of the landscape couldn’t pull him away from the darkness that surrounded his thoughts.
A well known hand dropped onto his shoulder, making the ex-over lord look up and stare into well known blue optics. Smiling slightly, he tilted his head to the side in invitation to sit with him. The yellow mech sat down next to the other male, leaning his arms onto his crossed legs.
“Thinking about what happened in your past?” Bumblebee asked, his voice low so as to not to wake anyone else on the base. Megatron nodded his head as he looked to the younger mech, amazed that the other was so young but still able to fight with the best of them. But then again, war would make men out of children.
“Yes, I am. Though the nightmare was more of a memory that was played once more,” Megatron hummed, not the least bit surprised when his clawed hand was taken into small yellow ones and caressed. Bumblebee had always been sympathetic to him, mostly because he knew where the bigger mech was coming from with the nightmares. Leaning into the ex-overlord, the small yellow mech chirped quietly, still playing with Megatrons hand, occasionally tweaking the claws.
The black mech smiling lightly, enjoying the continued chirps and the occasional warble. It was something else that was amazing to him, to hear such innocent sounds. Even Barricade, young as he was, didn’t make those noises around anyone, not even alone. But here was Bublebee, willing to make those sweet, innocent sounds that every sparkling made and in front of one of the mechs that had tried to kill him.
Megatron tried to figure out just why he was so blessed to be allowed to hear them after all he had done. A tap to his wrist component made him look up and smile sheepishly, getting a look from Bumblebee.
“You’re my friend, so no thinking bad thoughts about yourself,” the yellow mech chided, poking at the black mechs wrist component again. Megatrons hand curled with the poke, as his lips curled into a smile. Bumping shoulders with the smaller mech, he laughed softly.
“Listen to us, a youngling scolding someone so much older then you,” he teased, getting an indignant chirp, even as Bumblebees optics crinkled. “I hope you know, not just anyone gets to scold me. Not even Optimus, and he’s my brother,” he hummed, watching as a yellow helm rested itself onto his shoulder in a show of rust. Reaching up, he stroked over the yellow head, humming quietly before his motor started, vibrating gently. Megatrom smiled at the returning vibrations that came from the car, softer than his own engines.
“So, why are you out here? I thought that you would be in your building, messing with something,” Bumblebee said after a few minutes. The ex-overlord blinked his optics a few times before looking down to the younger male who was looking up at him with a curious look. Shaking his head, the black mech had to smile at the inquisitive nature of his companion.
“I couldn’t concentrate tonight and decided that I should get some air, hopefully getting my thoughts straight,” Megatron told the smaller mech, stroking over the helm of his companion again. He laughed softly at the look he was getting and tapped one clawed finger on the odd mouth piece that made up Bumblebees mouth component. Bumblebee twittered lightly before hugging the bigger mech around his waist, pulling Megatron close and nuzzled him lightly. The larger of the two wrapped his arms around the Autobot in return, nuzzling the slight helm, comforting both of them.
When he had come to the Autobot base, he had expected to be in the brig, or trapped in a building with a guard, but never had he expected his own building for his own work and recharging. He had never expected to be treated like a guest instead of a prisoner, but it was welcomed either way. He especially welcomed the gentle affection that he got from various mechs and Sam. But he enjoyed Bumblebees affection the most due to the fact that he had been so wrong before by him but he still forgave him for it. It made his spark pulse in love for the yellow mech, a love he had only felt for Optimus before.
Of course, he was still watched closely by those who arrived on Earth and didn’t know what had happened, hadn’t liked that battle, but he didn’t mind. It still hurt to much to know that Soundwave had been his biggest enemy; to know that he hated Megatron quite a bit, to be bothered by being watched by some paranoid mech. But it was still nice to feel the sweetness that came from Bumbleebee, rare as it was. After all, most of the mechs tried to keep the little Bee away from him.
Not that it stopped the youngest of them all from coming around to be with the ex-leader. Megatron doubted that anything could stop Bumblebee from doing what he wanted to do. After all, the young mech had fought on his own for nearly 5 years before finding Sam and his friends. And since then, there had been the last battle where he had lost his legs.
Once more, Megatrons thoughts circled back to just how blessed he had to be to be hugged and forgiven by those he had wronged oh so easily.