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This installment’s pairings include:

Shockwave/Bumblebee; Megatron-2
Shockwave/Bumblebee/Megatron-1
Megatron/Bumblebee; Shockwave-1
Megatron/Bumblebee-1
Bumblebee/Jazz/Jetfire/Jetstorm-1
Jazz/Bumblebee-1
Jetfire/Bumblebee/Jetstorm-1
Starscream/Swindle-2

Title: Envy
Pairing: Shockwave/Bumblebee; Megatron
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: (AU; Follows Captured drabble) Megatron has his optics on Bumblebee.

Shockwave knew his blissful time with Bumblebee was coming to an end when he spotted Megatron gazing over at the Autobot with lust filled optics. Shockwave knew what Megatron wanted, and what he wanted, he would always get.

"I want to see you two in my quarters immediately," Megatron growled, leering down at Bumblebee, causing the smaller mech to tremble and hide behind Shockwave. "Fail to comply and the consequences will be harsh. Understood, Shockwave?"

There was no refusing, only compliance or pain.

Shockwave reluctantly chose the latter, bowing his helm while coolly stating, "Yes, my Lord."

Bumblebee shook in horror.

Title: Dark Watcher
Pairing: Shockwave/Bumblebee; Megatron
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, angst, non-con, voyeur
Summary: (AU; Follows Captured drabble)

"Aahh!" Bumblebee screamed, servos gripping Shockwave’s arms to near pain. "No more! Please!"

Shockwave held Bumblebee over his lap, slowly lowering the Autobot onto his shaft. After hours of interfacing with numerous overloads, Bumblebee was exhausted and sore, and Shockwave wanted to stop. He really did, but with Megatron sitting on a berth a few inches away, stopping wasn’t an option. The tyrant was stroking himself, watching intently as the Autobot was impaled.

"Harder," Megatron ordered, "and make him scream louder."

Clenching his optic shut, Shockwave slammed into Bumblebee and tried to drown out the Autobot’s pained wails.

Title: Second Night
Pairing: Shockwave/Bumblebee/Megatron
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, angst, non-con, oral
Summary: (AU; Follows Captured drabble)

When the second night came, Megatron wasn’t content to just sit and watch, not when Bumblebee was on the berth and on all fours on top of Shockwave, sucking on the Decepticon’s shaft, pert little aft in the air. He reached over and cupped Bumblebee’s aft, causing the Autobot to tremble in fright and Shockwave to gape.

"Retract your plating," Megatron snarled, and when Bumblebee ignored him, he delivered a violent smack to Autobot’s aft. "Open!"

Bumblebee finally complied, and Megatron murmured in approval, tracing his finger over the Autobot’s slick port. Megatron abruptly hauled Bumblebee up over Shockwave’s rigid plug, lowering the Autobot down. Bumblebee cringed and cried out as his unprepared opening was stretched and filled, burying his face into the crook of Shockwave’s neck. The Decepticon nuzzled Bumblebee and caressed the smaller mech’s back, desperately trying to soothe away the Autobot’s pain. Growling, Megatron grabbed the back of Bumblebee’s neck and pulled the Autobot back as he plunged three fingers in alongside Shockwave’s length. Shockwave felt his spark twinge in despair at the sound of Bumblebee’s agonized screams.

Title: Third Night
Pairing: Megatron/Bumblebee; Shockwave
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, angst, non-con, voyeur
Summary: (AU; Follows Captured drabble)

When the third night came, Shockwave wasn’t allowed anywhere near Bumblebee. He was ordered to sit in the far side of the room, and he grudgingly obeyed, forced to watch as Megatron kissed and fondled his bondmate.

"No, please don’t," Bumblebee whimpered, squirming as Megatron’s servo wrapped around his shaft.

"Such a sweet voice," Megatron murmured, nipping Bumblebee’s neck, dentals grazing over the necklace that kept the Autobot subdued. "I’m going to make you scream, Autobrat."

Bumblebee’s body seized up in agony when Megatron eased inside his body. The Autobot, optics brimming with tears, gazed over pleadingly at Shockwave as Megatron began to slam into him. Shockwave ignored Bumblebee’s silent plea for help, and he continued to watch as rage and despair gnawed away at his spark.

Title: Fourth Night
Pairing: Megatron/Bumblebee
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, non-con, rimming
Summary: (AU; Follows Captured drabble)

On the fourth night, Shockwave was booted from the room and told to wait outside the door. Bumblebee trembled in fright as Megatron, over-energized, carried him over to the berth. He wanted to fight back so desperately, but the necklace around wrapped around him kept him submissive and compliant.

"S--so pre--pretty," Megatron slurred, snuggling up against Bumblebee, servo groping the Autobot’s thigh. "I b--bet you tas--taste delicious."

"No," Bumblebee whined in despair as Megatron sucked on one of his horns.

"Shh, I wo--won’t hurt you," Megatron purred, glossa twining over the sensitive horn. "Now, do as I co-command, and op-open up."

Whimpering, Bumblebee retracted his plating, trembling hard as Megatron slid down the berth and spread his legs. Megatron licked his lips as the wet opening came into view. Grinning back up at Bumblebee, Megatron breached the Autobot’s port with his glossa, stabbing in and out in quick motions. Bumblebee shouted and writhed, clawing up at the gold chain around his neck. He wanted the damn thing off. He wanted to beat Megatron and Shockwave to scrap. He wanted to be back on Earth. He wanted to see his teammates again. He wanted his freedom back. However, no matter how hard he tugged, it wouldn’t budge. He was trapped in hell, and there was no escape.

As overload ripped through his body, Bumblebee let out a shrill scream of despair. Outside the room, a chill ran down Shockwave’s frame.

Title: Untitled
Pairing: Bumblebee/Jazz/Jetfire/Jetstorm
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, crack! pairing, incest, oral
Summary: (AU; Sometime after Episode-Where is Thy Sting?)

Bumblebee moaned as three sets of servos caressed his frame, fingers dipping beneath seams to tweak wires that made the Autobot shudder. Jazz rained soft kisses along Bumblebee’s flushed cheeks as Jetfire nibbled his hip and Jetstorm licked his thigh. He mewled when the twins’ fingers slid into his port, thrusting gently.

"I think he likes our touches, Mr. Jazz," Jetfire chuckled.

"Perhaps we should give him more, hmm?" Jetstorm snickered.

"Couldn’t agree more with ya," Jazz laughed.

Bumblebee cried out when the twins’ fingers pulled out, replaced with Jazz’s plug. The cyber-ninja slowly rocked his hips, moaning from the tight heat surrounding him as Jetfire and Jetstorm lapped Bumblebee’s shaft, glossas dancing over the sensitive slit as the two bots reached over to pump the other’s plug. Jazz tilted Bumblebee’s helm, giving the younger mech a sensual kiss as he increased the pace of his thrusts. All four mechs screamed in bliss when overload cascaded over them, slumping together, satiated and falling into recharge.

Title: Dirty Dancing
Pairing: Jazz/Bumblebee
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal
Summary: (AU; Sometime after episode-Where is Thy Sting?) Bumblebee shows Jazz a dance move or two…

Jazz watched in fascination as Bumblebee swayed to a booming tempo blasting off the radio. He rose up from his seat and sidled up to the smaller mech.

"What’ca doin’?" Jazz asked.

"The humans call it dancing," Bumblebee answered. "I saw it last night on a station called MTV. Join me?"

"Sure thing," Jazz chuckled, copying Bumblebee’s movements.

Bumblebee grabbed Jazz’s servos and placed them on his hips while stating, "Draw me in closer and put your thigh between my legs."

"Like this?" Jazz inquired, pulling Bumblebee until bodies connected, creating an explosion of sensation when their groins rubbed together. "Ohh, I can see why the humans dig this…dancin’."

"Mmm-hmm," Bumblebee murmured, wrapping his arms around Jazz’s neck.

Jazz leaned forward to passionately kiss Bumblebee, servos dipping lower to squeeze the smaller mech’s aft as they grinded together. Moaning and retracting his plating, Bumblebee broke away from Jazz’s grip and spun around, one servo grasping the back of the cyber-ninja’s neck while his other servo rested on the older mech’s hip, pushing back until his aft rubbed over Jazz’s groin.

"Take me," Bumblebee whimpered.

"With pleasure, babe," Jazz chuckled.

"Ngh! Ah!" Bumblebee cried as Jazz’s length pierced him. "Ja--Jazz!"

The two mechs rocked together, lost in their own sensual rhythm.

Title: Flying High
Pairing: Jetfire/Bumblebee/Jetstorm
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, crack! pairing, DP, incest
Summary: (AU; Sometime after episode-Where is Thy Sting?) Bumblebee, Jetfire, and Jetstorm join the mile high club.

Bumblebee screamed in panic as Jetfire grabbed him, arms snug around his chassis, and flew high up into the sky. Laughing, Jetstorm closely followed, snagging Bumblebee’s thrashing legs.

"Easy," Jetstorm chuckled. "My brother and I won’t drop you."

"I don’t like being up this high!" Bumblebee snapped.

"Then maybe we should make you enjoy it," Jetfire leered, glossa swiping along Bumblebee’s shoulder.

Jetstorm locked Bumblebee’s legs around his waist, causing the yellow mech to shiver as their groins brushed together. Bumblebee slid back his plating, shivering and moaning when Jetstorm’s fingers delved into his port. All three were too impatient continue with foreplay, and Jetfire was the first to ease inside Bumblebee, and when he pulled out, Jetstorm thrust in. Each took turns slamming into Bumblebee until they slid in together.

"Primus!" Bumblebee wailed, thrashing wildly from the intense sensation.

"No, Jetfire…" Jetfire began.

"And Jetstorm," Jetstorm finished.

"You will scream our names only," both mechs growled in unison.

Trapped between the two fliers, each mech attacking his neck with rough bites and kisses, Bumblebee screamed out their names until a violent overload overtook him.

Title: Open for Negotiation
Pairing: Starscream/Swindle
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crack! pairing, fondling
Summary: (AU) Starscream wants to buy weapons, but he doesn’t have a whole lot of credits…

"I never thought the mighty Starscream would buy weaponry from me," Swindle chuckled.

Starscream snarled, grabbing Swindle by the neck, "Watch your mouth, Neutral!"

Waving his arms, Swindle stammered, "I meant no offense."

Snorting, Starscream released Swindle and gazed back over at the array of weapons. "Your prices…are steep."

"But well worth it," Swindle stated. "One hundred percent satisfaction guaranteed. If you’re a little low on credits, I’m open for negotiating other payment terms."

"Other payment terms, hmm?" Starscream snickered, licking his lips while leering down at the smaller mech. "I can think of a few."

"N--no!" Swindle stuttered, backing into a wall. "That’s not what I meant!"

"Oh, come on," Starscream laughed, pressing his frame against Swindle, servos rubbing up and down the smaller mech’s neck and chassis. "I’ve noticed the way you’ve been looking at me. Don’t try to deny it. You want me."

"I--I," Swindle stammered.

Starscream interrupted him with a searing kiss, glossa darting out and demanding entrance to his mouth. Swindle moaned into the kiss, shuddering when the seeker’s servo dipped lower, cupping his groin.

"Pretty little thing," Starscream murmured. "Let me have you. I’ll show you a good time. One hundred percent satisfaction guaranteed."

"Prove it," Swindle challenged.

Grinning mischievously, Starscream hauled Swindle over his shoulder and carried the Neutral to his quarters.

Title: Negotiating
Pairing: Starscream/Swindle
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, crack! pairing, rough sex
Summary: (AU; Sequel to Open for Negotiation drabble) Starscream and Swindle get down to negotiating.

"Sta--Starscream!" Swindle cried, back arching as three fingers jammed into his port.

"You like it rough, hmm?" Starscream cooed, biting Swindle’s shoulder. "Want me to take out my fingers and just shove my plug into you as I bite and scratch every inch of you?"

Mewling, Swindle grasped his legs and pulled them back to his chassis, exposing more of his aft to Starscream. The seeker slammed his lips over Swindle’s mouth, drowning out the smaller mech’s scream as he slammed his hips forward, burying himself into the mech’s port, moaning as tight, wet, searing hotness enveloped him.

"Oh, Primus, yes!" Swindle yelled, clenching his dentals and hissing from each rough jab into his body.

"Like that?" Starscream leered, slamming his servo over Swindle’s aft.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Swindle chanted.

Snarling, Starscream rammed his shaft into Swindle as he clawed his fingers into the seams of the Neutral’s hip, scraping over wires hard enough to tear. He sank his dentals into Swindle’s neck, marring the metal skin and drawing out energon which he eagerly lapped away. Bite marks were soon riddled all over Swindle’s neck and chassis. Swindle cursed, writhed, bucked, and rubbed his servos along Starscream’s frame, lost in pleasure and lust.

"Want to overload, pretty?" Starscream murmured. Swindle nodded frantically. "Then give me a good discount."

"Seventy-five percent off all wares," Swindle whimpered. "Just, please, don’t stop!"

"Good enough," Starscream smirked, grasping Swindle’s twitching shaft and pumping it in time with his hips.

Swindle never screamed so loud in all of his function nor did he experience such a powerful overload. He blacked out beneath Starscream, and when he later woke, he was surprised to find the seeker snuggled against him, clawed fingers tracing over the wounds on his chest plates.

"So, am I your favorite customer now?" Starscream chuckled.

Chuckling back, Swindle answered, "Give me another round, and you will be."

TBC
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