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Beauty Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 4014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Team work

Bumblebee grinned as he carried the recyclable he had found, and handed it to Droct to stack in the trailer. His friend nodded happily as he accepted the rusted steel. Bee turned and continued his search, still being very careful as his circuits were only protected by the tarps wrapped around him.

Now that he could see, Droct had begun to teach him how to differentiate between the more valuable types of alloys and those that they should just leave. Even under all the rust and corrosion, the garbage mech seemed to have an optic for metals. T’ran often joked that it was her brother’s knowledge of the recyclables, which helped them earn more funds than the average garbage mech. Granted even those funds were pretty pathetic.

T’ran had been right. With his optics functioning, Bee was helping them to rapidly earn the funds to continue fixing him up. He was a cheerful and eager helper. Not seemingly bothered in the least by the terrible conditions in which they lived.

“Hey Yellow, I found something over here. But I need help pulling it out;” T’ran called.

Almost running, Bee joined her and helped to pull out the twisted steel garter. Together, they carried it to the trailer, Droct helping them to load it.

“Well, it’s full. Gotto hand it to you Yellow – you sure are quick at finding the more valuable recyclables!” Droct said, gently squeezing Bee’s shoulder.

Bee smiled and nodded at his friend. Climbing in Droct’s bed as the mech transformed and hitched up to the loaded trailer. Settling himself for the ride, the Autobot knew they could now afford to buy his new protective armor.

A New Look

Bumblebee stood still as Droct cut the tarp sections off of him. Several boxes sat in the corner, boxes which contained the new protective armor for Bee. Standing in front of his friend, now totally naked – Bee pulled him into his arms and took his lips.

Gently, Droct rubbed his fingers on Bee’s exposed circuits, not wanting to hurt his friend. Even that light touch, caused sensations to fly through the Autobot’s nets, and Bee shuddered against his friend.

Pulling back, Bee nodded towards the bunk, a smile crossing his face. Droct looked at him bashfully. “I’ve never…” he stammered.

Bee’s smile widened. He knew that Droct was a virgin, and that made him even more attached to the mech. For the first time, he’d actually have a mech that was all his. Gently, he pushed the mech towards the bunk.

Laying Droct down on his back, Bee lay on top of him. “I know you were raped pretty bad Yellow, I don’t want to hurt you;” Droct said softly as he gently touched Bee’s naked circuits. His optics showed his eagerness, his excitement at having a mech actually want to be with him in this fashion.

Bee smiled and shook his head, wanting Droct to know that he wouldn’t be hurt. Taking his lips, he slipped his glossa into his friend’s warm mouth. Exploring… Enjoying the metallic flavor of Droct… He suckled the mech’s glossa lightly, as his fingers slipped under Droct’s armor at his shoulder. Caressing the servos underneath…

Droct bucked underneath him, the pleasure sensations racing through his nets. Even with Bumblebee commanding his mouth, he moaned in total ecstasy. This gorgeous mech wanted him! Wanted HIM! He almost overloaded right then and there. He’d never in a million cycles thought he’d find a mech who even wanted to kiss him, much less bond with him.. And one so gorgeous – no way! But he was living a fantasy, right here and now.. The yellow mech’s fingers sliding under his armor, rubbing the sensitive nets beneath.. Droct’s engines revved.. His cooling fans clicked on as his core temperature soared..

Forcing himself to calm down slightly, Droct reminded himself of what Yellow had gone through. He didn’t want to scare his friend by being too demanding.. Try to go too fast in his excitement of the first bonding. Hesitantly, he slipped his fingers over Bee’s naked circuits. Almost asking permission from the mech to touch him.. To try and give him some kind of pleasure as he was giving him..

As the mech hesitantly explored his exposed circuits, Bee opened some of Droct’s access panels and ran his fingers over the sensory arrays he’d exposed. The mech moaned beneath him, shivering in ecstasy. Taking his lips again, Bee continued to explore his arrays, his knowledgeable touch bringing the inexperienced mech just to the brink of sensory overload.

Reaching down, Bee unlatched the shuddering mech’s codpiece. Pressing his hips against Droct’s, he thrust their exposed circuits together. Extending his cables within the trembling mech, he released Droct’s lips and nodded to him. It was ok for Droct to do the same..

“You really… want.. me.. to?” Droct asked in between gasps. It was more than enough that Yellow had entered him. He’d be happy if that was the finality. But was Yellow wanting him to extend.. To connect to him? He felt his spark jump in eagerness.. To truly integrate systems with his friend.. To experience it all..

Bee nodded as he reached down with a hand and slipped his fingers inside Droct, teasing out the mech’s bonding cables.. Guiding them to link up within him… He shivered a bit as he felt them slide inside. Sliding over his over bonding circuits… Causing him to shiver as impulses raced through his networks. His meta threatened to bring a memory echo into his working memory.. The sickening sensation of con circuits moving over his.. He fought the dark feelings down.. Staring down at Droct’s face.. He concentrated with all his might on his friend’s face.. It was Droct.. He was in total control of the situation.. It was Bee that wanted this. It was him that initiated.. He wasn’t being raped. He was with the one he knew he loved.. He balled up his hands without realizing it. His internal struggle so great that his hydraulic pressure skyrocketed… His battle processor readying itself for action… But he forced himself to remain still. To allow Droct to enter him, for he had told the mech to do so.

Even in the middle of his fantasy, Droct could sense something was wrong with Yellow. Opening his optics, he looked at his friend’s face. He could see the conflicting emotions flying across the yellow mech’s face. A sickening sensation flooded over him, removing any trace of pleasure he had been feeling. Reaching up, he stroked the side of Yellow’s helm. “Are you ok Yellow… I.. I don’t want to scare you.. I’ll –“ he whispered as he began to retract his cables.

Bee shook his head violently, his optics full of torment as he looking pleadingly at his friend. He didn’t want what the cons had done to him to control his life. His lip trembled as he felt Droct retracting his cables. Sliding his fingers down around them, he refused to let him fully retract.. Fully exit him. Shaking his head, he silently begged his friend to continue. He wanted to bond… So desperately.. Erase the echoes.. Love..

Droct’s optics widened as Yellow locked his fingers around his bonding cables, refusing to let him retract. The mech’s blue optics bore into his, begging him to fully extend again.. To connect.. To bond.. Even as Yellow’s face showed his fear at doing so. “It’s those memories coming back Yellow… Isn’t it?” he asked softly as he kissed Yellow’s trembling lips. But he didn’t extend his cables fully, he lay motionless.. Waiting for his friend to calm down.. Yes, he desperately wanted to bond with his entire spark – but he didn’t want to hurt Yellow.. He’d never hurt his best friend..

Bee nodded to Droct’s question, his optics filling with tears. His gentle friend could read his meta so easily.. He knew what was going on within him. But Bee didn’t want the cons to still control him.. He wanted to bond. Forcing himself to rock his hips slightly, he moved his bonding cables within Droct. Concentrating on the pleasurable sensations the motion caused. Concentrating on the fact it was Droct beneath him. Repulsive, ugly, sweet and gentle Droct.. The mech he now knew he loved..

He scanned the yellow mech’s face even as he arched in pleasure from the sensations Yellow was causing. The cables sliding over cables… Electrical impulses flying through his nets.. “We’ll do it.. just like when.. I cleaned you up…” he gasped in between moans, “go as far as you… want.. then stop .. for a second.. till you’re.. ready..” he finished as he threw his head back and arched his hips up against Yellow’s. He didn’t mind being patient. He didn’t mind letting Yellow take the lead. Primus, he’d do this all night cycle if it took Yellow that long.

Yellow slowly rocked his hips, enjoying the sensation. His optics cleared as the echo disappeared. Droct was so right; he didn’t have to bond right away. He could take his time. Keep his memory echoes at bay. He tugged slightly on Droct’s cables, nodding at the same time. Arching as he felt them extend again… Entering him.. Exploring him from the inside.. But they didn’t link. Droct – beautiful sweet Droct – was going to wait until Bee connected to HIM, before he connected.

Tears flowed as Bee took Droct’s lips. A feeling of his fears releasing their grip on his spark washed over him. The garbage mech was so wonderful in his submissive gentleness. His willingness to do whatever it took to make Bee whole again. Gently, Bee invaded his mouth with his glossa. Dancing with Droct’s in time with his slightly rocking hips. He felt lubricant flow around his bonding cables as Droct’s systems detected the heat buildup from the friction of their cables moving against each other. At the same time, his own systems released lubricant. He shuddered as the sensations of pure pleasure increased.. The warm fluid coating his cables.. Coating Droct’s cables… The sensation of penetrating and being penetrated combining in a blissful rainbow of ecstasy.

Finally releasing Droct’s lips, he smiled as the inexperienced mech moaned in absolute abandon. Droct gripped the sides of the berth tightly, his hydraulic pressure skyrocketing as he forced himself not to connect until Yellow did. Yellow’s fingers slid inside his broken windshield, caressing his steering wheel even as the mech continued to rock his hips.. Cables sliding in and out.. Warm lubrication spreading over them.. The wonderful sensation of both penetration and penetrating at the same time.. Arching up, Droct spread his legs wider.. He wanted Yellow deeper.. Wanted to go deeper within Yellow…

Biting his lip to keep his meta focused on the here-and-now, Bee hesitantly linked within him. He wanted to feel Droct’s spark.. Droct’s energy.. There would be no fire.. No pain. With tears in his optics, he nodded to Droct to link within him as well.

Trembling in pure joy as he felt Yellow link, Droct pulled his fingers from their tight grip on the berth. Surrounding his friend’s hips with them, he pulled Yellow’s hips even tighter to his. Their cables going deeper within each other… “You sure?” he gasped breathlessly, his intakes struggling to get enough air into his engine to keep it from overheating.

Bee nodded, spreading his own legs a bit, his optics pleading with Droct to remove those memories of rape.. With new memories made of pleasure… He felt Droct link within him.. His power slowly flowing through their links just as Bee slowly released his.

His spark flooded into Droct, the mech’s spark fluttering against his. Softly, gently; Bee let his spark caress Droct from within. He filled the lonely mech with his overwhelming love, just as Droct’s filled him with the soft tenderness of understanding… Washing away some of those terrible echoes…

With a final shudder, the two small mechs overloaded and shutdown.

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Slowly, the alarms went off one-by-one within Bee’s head as each system rebooted. Activating his optics, he found himself looking into the dazed optics of his friend. Snuggling, Bee pressed his naked body tighter down into the gentle embrace of the garbage mech. Neither one really wanted to disconnect from their circuit integration.

Droct ran his hands gently across the bare back of the mech lying on top of him. “Thank you Yellow. I don’t know why you seem to like me so much, but thanks. I really like you too,” he whispered. He thought he was falling in love with the silent yellow-helmed mech. The mech who could say so much with just his optics… But a part of him still feared.. Feared that he was getting too attached… That maybe T’ran was right and he’d be left again when this mech was fully repaired. But he swallowed his fear back. Knowing that at least he’d felt some love for once. And even if the mech did eventually leave him, he’d have these wonderful memories in his meta. So he promised himself.. That he’d enjoy ever moment together as if it was their last..

Bee smiled, trying to let his love show through his optics. He pointed at Droct’s chest plate, wanting the mech to know that he liked his very soul. Droct smiled at him, his heavily scarred face brightening with his emotions toward Bee.

Reluctantly, Bee peeled himself off of his good friend. With his biggest grin, he nodded towards the unopened boxes.

“So, you want to get your armor on now?” Droct asked; his optics filled with humor.

Bee nodded as he went over to the boxes and ripped them open. His brilliant blue optics gleamed with excitement as he pulled each piece out and looked them over. Droct helped him pile them neatly on the bunk as they organized them.

A little later, Bee stood still while Droct carefully put his new protective armor on him. When they had made the order, they had sent a sketch that Bee had made of how he had used to look, so the manufacturer had made the armor to those specs. Standing in front of Droct, Bee now looked almost like himself. Except he was the gray color of primer, not yellow; but that would change. They’d decided to buy paint with the next load of recyclables.

Droct looked at his friend, his approval of the new protective armor written all over his face. He thought Yellow was quite attractive for a mech, especially now with his armor on. They still had to put the new matching horn onto Yellow’s helm and paint him to match his old armor. But he was gorgeous, too gorgeous for an ugly garbage mech like Droct.

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