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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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Finding the Vein

Bumblebee watched as T’ran and M’ron walked away with the group of miner mechs. The group was heading towards the solidly built shanty town of the miner mechs. The couple was hand-in-hand and there was an unusual bounce in T’ran’s step. He smiled a little, for it was obvious that those two really liked each other. And from M’ron’s comments, he could tell that T’ran hadn’t moved in with the miner – simply because she didn’t want to leave her brother all alone.

Glancing over at the ugly garbage mech, who was intently studying the mine’s maps and mumbling to himself while he traced known veins with his fingertips – Bee’s engines revved slightly. For as soon as he could tell them who he was, and get a job offered to Droct – then T’ran could happily move in with the big miner mech.

Wandering over to Droct, Bee put his arm over his shoulder and leaned over the map. He had no earthly idea what the mech was mumbling about, he just liked listening to the excitement in the mech’s voice. Droct turned and smiled happily behind his mask, pointing to various areas on the map and trying to explain everything about veins to Bee – all at once!

The yellow mech just grinned and shrugged. He didn’t care if he understood what they were doing, he was just happy that Droct was happy.

“Well, follow me – I’ve got a couple of areas that we need to check,” Droct told him. His intakes were fluctuating with excitement. Nodding to Bee, Droct transformed and disappeared into the mine shaft.

Transforming, Bee hurried after his friend. His engines purred at a steady rpm as he realized that Droct was setting a fairly easy pace this time. The smooth solid rock under his tires felt so good, after the rough terrain of the dump that he’d gotten so used to. Even as the tons of rock above him, seemed to press down oppressively, Bee’s core felt lighter than air. He didn’t care that he was in a deep dark hole; his smart friend was on the hunt for something good!

Following Droct through turn after turn, Bee was soon totally lost. Scanning the darkness around him with his infrared sensory arrays, he could see nothing but mile after mile of smooth, worked stone. The air was cool and damp, with no breeze to tell him the direction of the surface. His intakes filled with the sweet air, cleansing out the odors from the noxious gases of the landfill.

“Let’s check here,” Droct announced. Stopping and transforming, he turned on his headlights and scanned the wall of the shaft. Running his fingers over the stone, he almost seemed to be feeling for the metal element that he was searching for.

Bee transformed and added his light to Droct’s. Staying still, he patiently watched the garbage mech as he searched

“Thanks Yellow, the extra light really helps down here.” Behind his mask, he grinned at his bright yellow friend. Going back to his studying of the rock, Droct smashed his fist into it and knocked out a chunk. Glancing at the piece in his hand, he rolled it over and over – studying the way it glinted in the light. “It’s a decent vein, but not the best,” he told Bee. Taking out a spray can of paint, he painted a red X on the stone.

“Well, let’s go look in one of the other areas,” Droct said cheerily. Slapping Bee on the back, he transformed and started driving back the way they had come.

Turning off his lights and reactivating his infrared systems, Bee transformed and fell in behind the happy garbage mech. Following him through a maze of twists and turns, the yellow mech couldn’t even fathom how his friend could keep track of where they’d been and where they were going. But obviously, Droct could. So trusting fully in the mech, Bee happily followed along.

Stopping, Droct transformed and studied the entrance to yet another shaft. Turning his headlights on, he looked at the roughness of the smaller shaft. A frown crossed his face underneath his mask, for this shaft was an older unused section that had fallen in disrepair. But something inside him told him that what he wanted – was down there.

“Well, you might as well get in robot mode. This shaft has too much fallen bedrock, to drive over. Sorry, but it’s gonna be a rough go now,” he told Bee.

Transforming, Bee followed him down the smaller shaft. They clambered and crawled over fallen rocks. Shimmied their way through tight cracks left by cave-ins. Several areas, Bee had to push Droct up to the next section, and then Droct would lie down, reach his hand down, and pull Bee up. Bee’s hydraulics strained with the odd work, unused to this constant crawling and climbing. Finally, Droct stopped and studied a wall.

Bee sat down heavily, keeping his headlights on the wall that his friend was studying, while he allowed his intakes to cool his overworked hydraulic pumps. As his systems cooled, his optics began to spot the tail-tale glint of metallic gleam within the rock that Droct was mumbling excitedly about. He was sure that they had finally found what M’ron wanted.

Smashing his fist against the wall, Droct gathered a sample. Turning towards Bee, he plopped himself down in front of him and handed the sample to him. As the yellow mech turned the rock over in his hand, Droct told him all about it. The excitement in his voice was unmistakable.

Bee just grinned and nodded as his friend talked. He had absolutely no interest in rocks, and wished he could tell the mech that he didn’t understand a single thing he was saying. But he just humored him, as he pictured Beachcomber sitting next to the mech. The Autobot geologist would be just as excited, and happily discussing all the technicals with Droct. A warm feeling spread up from Bee’s core, for he couldn’t wait until he could get the two of them together! He knew they’d end up really good friends.

Droct looked up at Bee, stopping in mid-sentence. “I’m sorry Yellow, you’re not understanding a thing I’m saying – are you?” he asked.

Bee figured he might as well be honest, so with a big smile on his face, he shook his head and shrugged. Handing the sample back to Droct, he patted his friend’s leg.

Accepting the sample back, Droct cocked his head in amusement at his friend. He couldn’t believe how easy-going the yellow mech was. To follow him around blindly, not knowing or probably even caring about – what they were looking for.

Grabbing the can of spray paint from Droct’s other hand; Bee marched up to the rock and painted a bull’s eye on it. Chuckling, he tossed the can back to Droct and plopped himself down on the dusty ground again.

Tucking the can of paint into his cab along with the sample, the garbage mech leaned back against a boulder and smiled at his buddy. The light from his headlights danced crazily over Bee’s shiny yellow armor, making him even more attractive. “Well, we’ve found what M’ron wants, and we’ve still got three hours before day shift comes to work,” he informed Bee.

Taking it as an invitation to finish what T’ran had interrupted earlier in the day, a devilish smile crossed Bee’s face as he slid toward his friend. Straddling Droct, he pressed his hood against the mech’s armor. Sliding his hands up, he gently unlatched the excited mech’s facemask, enjoying the garbage mech’s shivers of anticipation.

As Bee’s lips took his, Droct allowed his gently probing glossa free rein. A surge came from his core, spreading through him like an electric wave. Trembling, he wrapped his arms around the brilliantly colored mech, pressing Bee even tighter to him. He still couldn’t quite believe that this gorgeous mech seemed to like him so much, and that made it even more special to him. Feeling Bee’s fingers slip into his shoulder joint, he shivered as they gently stroked his linkages within.

Returning the favor, he slipped his own fingertips underneath Bee’s hood, finding the sensitive infrared arrays hidden beneath. Bee jerked in reaction to the intense stimuli, his glossa diving in deeper, his lips pressed so tightly against Droct’s that it was almost painful. Enjoying Bee’s reaction, Droct slid his fingertips underneath the mech’s codpiece, accessing the most sensitive circuits beneath.

Gripping Droct tightly, Bee rode the wave of intense impulse. His fingers dug into one of Droct’s damaged panels, the mild pain making it even more exciting to Droct. Freed of Bee’s lips as the yellow mech arched against him, Droct gasped as the mech’s fingers slipped further in through his damaged armor. Bee unconsciously scraped his fingers against some of the main servos within the joint.

Unlatching his own codpiece, Droct took Bee’s lips again. This time, he was going to try and be in control. For he felt that Bee had finally taught him enough. Rolling over, he ended up on top of the yellow mech, pressing his bulk against him.

Suddenly, Bee froze. Just like he had when he had seen those Seekers! Looking down at his friend, Droct’s core sunk as he saw the look of pure terror on the mech’s face. At first, he considered rolling off Bee. But then some discussions that he and T’ran had had concerning how to help the mech overcome his fear of Seekers – popped into Droct’s meta. He had to get the mech to face his fears, and overcome them.

Staying on top of Bee, Droct caressed his helm gently, as he talked to him. “Shhh, it’s ok Yellow, it’s just me. I won’t rape you. You know that,” he whispered over-and-over to him. The mech trembled in terror beneath him, his optics glazed over. Droct could tell that he wasn’t seeing reality, he was living the past. Keeping the mech’s arms locked down, Droct patiently waited and talked – knowing eventually the yellow mech would calm down.

For thirty astrominutes they lay like this. The yellow mech blacked out in total terror about having a mech on top of him. The weight pressing down on him, the bared circuits so close. His meta reliving the past, expecting the pain of rape. But the pain never came. Only gentle fingers ran along his armor, the voice promising not to rape him. Slowly, his systems cooled down, his battle processor finally allowing his meta back into reality. The voice became Droct’s, the fingers were those of his lover; The familiar press of the mech that was on top of him, unsettling – but no longer terrifying him to his core.

As Bee’s optics cleared, Droct looked down on him in relief. “I’m sorry Yellow, I didn’t realize it would scare you so badly,” he said gently. His fingers traced Bee’s helm. “But T’ran says you’ve got to face your fears, or you won’t get over them.” He kissed Bee gently, still keeping his arms locked down. “I promise I won’t hurt you, you know I won’t. But can you face your fear?”

Bee gulped. He knew he had to face it, but even though he truly loved this mech and trusted him. He just didn’t know if he could bond this way. But he didn’t want to be afraid; he wanted to get over it.. So if this was the only way – could he trust any other? Would he ever want to with any other? Droct wouldn’t hurt him; he knew this down to his core.. he wouldn’t hurt him..

His optics bright with anxiety, Bee slowly nodded. He just had to get over it – just had to!

Droct gently rubbed his helm. “We’ll do it like when I cleaned you up. If it gets too much just shake your head and we’ll stop at that point until you calm down – ok?”

Bee nodded, trying to force himself to relax. This was Droct, he’d never hurt him.. He forced his engines to slow down, his system slowly able to cool the temperature back to normal operating level.

Taking his lips, Droct slowly ran his fingertips over Bee’s hood. Working his way over the trembling mech’s entire chassis, he stayed only on the surface. Slowly, the yellow mech quit trembling and relaxed. For a few more astrominutes, the gentle garbage mech just stayed there and rubbed his fingers over his friend’s armor. His headlights reflected off of the beautiful yellow paint in dancing rays.

Bee nodded to him, those brilliant blue orbs full of trust. His lower lip still trembled with his anxiety.

Droct’s core jumped nervously, he didn’t want to go too fast. He didn’t want to scare his friend again. Wishing T’ran was here to tell him what to do; he gulped and just prayed he was doing the right thing. Slowly, he slipped his fingertips in between some of Bee’s seams. Gently caressing the sensitive circuitry beneath as he took the mech’s lips. He felt the frame beneath him tense, and begin to tremble in fear again. So for long minutes he didn’t move his fingers, didn’t push the yellow mech past his breaking point again.

Bee finally relaxed again. Telling himself over-and-over that this was Droct.. Not a Decepticon.. Just gentle Droct.. Who’d never hurt him. Returning the mech’s kiss, he told him through his reactions – to go further.

As his friend finally returned his kiss and relaxed, Droct moved his hand downward. Fingering the latches of the mech’s latched codpiece. His own spark jumped in anticipation of the bonding, but he calmed it, knowing that if he went to fast it would be nothing but rape. And he’d never, never take his friend like that. Again, the yellow mech tensed under him. So he didn’t unlatch the armor, he just waited patiently; waiting for his friend’s signal to continue.

When those fingers touched his latches, Bee almost blacked out in terror again. The weight pressing down on him.. His arms locked to the ground.. The feeling of absolute helplessness.. The feeling of bared circuits against his armor, just waiting to be thrust into him.. Again and again.. He fought back his terror. Locking his optics on the face of his friend, his love – he concentrated on how his headlights seemed to dance over his friend’s armor. His friend, so patient and understanding.. His friend, who’d never force him.. Never hurt him.. He felt himself calming as he concentrated on Droct, until finally, he could nod.

When Bee nodded to him, Droct felt himself shiver in his own anticipation. Fighting those impulses down, he slowly unlatched his friend’s armor, but kept his own bared circuits away. Predictably, the yellow mech almost froze again as Droct’s fingers accessed his most sensitive circuitry. So the garbage mech again settled himself for the long patient wait of just laying there and stroking Bee’s bared circuits with his fingertips. Fighting down his own spark and circuits pulsating with unfulfilled needs.

Almost freezing in terror, Bee concentrated on the dance of light on his friend. His patient and understanding friend… The mech who’d never, never hurt him.. Calming himself, he allowed himself to begin to enjoy the impulses running through him from Droct’s caress. Still not ready to complete the bonding, he didn’t nod. But the ever patient Droct just lay on top of him, letting him enjoy the pleasure, without feeling pressured. Finally, he found himself arching against Droct because of the stimulation. His spark began to pound against his armor, trying to reach Droct’s spark. So teasingly close.

Droct’s spark leaped as the yellow mech finally nodded. Resisting the urge to slam his circuits deeply into Bee’s, he just lightly brushed their hips together. The shock of the barely connected circuits flew threw them both. Bee arched against him, forcing Droct’s circuits ever deeper. Their sparks joined in a fury of energy, flowing through both of them in waves of intensity.

With a final tremble, the two small mechs overloaded together; the vein of terror starting to finally heal within Bumblebee.

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