Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Beauty Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 4014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story

Chapter List
- 17
- 18
- 19
Mr Popularity

“So you’ve really been to Terros 3?” Z’ren asked incredulously. Her big blue optics widened in excitement, for she’d never met any mech that had been there.

Bumblebee grinned and nodded. Ever since the rumor about him having once been a courier mech had run across the landfill; those private card games with Droct – were no longer private anymore. It seemed like every femme in the community found a reason to walk by their shack and plop themselves down to talk, while Droct dealt another hand. Unlike the male mechs, who still judged Droct, and would only treat him civilly because of the yellow mech by his side – the femmes seemed to be able to ignore his deformities. Well, at least when there was an exciting ex-courier to talk to.

“So what’s it like?” S’taq asked. She leaned forward; as if afraid she’d miss even one word of his description. Her red and pink helm; glinted dully in the moonlight.

“It’s pretty nice. There’s lots of vegetation and water and stuff. Their cities are actually built on floating platforms,” he described. His optics glimmered as he remembered that planet. Granted, the Autobots had gone there to chase the cons off – but no one needed to know just WHY he’d been there.

Droct smiled shyly as he dealt another hand to the gathered mechs. Although he wasn’t used to this type of company, he found that he did enjoy it. It didn’t bother him in the least that everyone was here because of Bee. At least they included him, and didn’t insult him with words or optics. The warmth of love spread through him as he looked at the yellow mech. For he knew the mech had given everything up for him.

Bee picked up his hand, grinning as he saw a straight ten. Smiling at the two femmes, he pushed a few more chips in on his bet. The moonlight glinted off his bright helm, refracting the waves in crazy patterns. In many ways, he still seemed very out-of-place amongst the duller painted garbage mechs. But around the brighter color dancers, he seemed to fit right in. His easy going nature and nonjudgmental demeanor made him a true magnet for the ‘femmes of the night.’

“So they really float? Like the stories say?” Z’ren asked. She didn’t know much about this card game, so she leaned over to S’taq to ask if she should hold or fold. The two femmes discussed this briefly, and then Z’ren pushed a few more chips in.

Remembering how the Autobots had had to take cover underneath the floating platform, Bee cringed slightly. Yep, he knew that those cities most definitely floated. He could still feel the sting of the salt water in his linkages. Especially through the holes that the cons had blown through his armor during that particular fight. “Sure do, I, um, accidentally fell over the side once,” he said. It was starting to get easier to say these half-truths. He didn’t feel so ‘dirty’ afterward anymore. Guess he was getting used to it.

Droct quietly folded his hand, and waited for the others to play theirs. His soft blue optics watching the group in happiness, for he’d never thought he’d ever have ‘company’ at his old shack.

Nodding to the quiet mech, S’taq laughed and tossed her hand down. “I got a full house! Beat it!” she challenged. Leaning back against the side of the bright yellow shack, she stretched in victory. Her big optics studied their reactions to her hand, her normal confident smile spreading wide.

Predictably, Bee and Z’ren groaned and folded. Very used to the red femme’s notorious winning streaks. More often than not, she ended up with the measly pile of chips. But at least she was fun to hang out with!

Shifting a little, Bee leaned into Droct and smiled at the two femmes. “I’m out, how ‘bout you Droct?” he asked. Leaning his head back, he looked comically at his friend.

Droct chuckled and sheepishly looked up at the two femmes. “If he’s out, I’m out,” he said softly. He felt Bee’s engine purr in contentment against him.

The two femmes giggled and winked at each other, for the male pair normally ended their poker games this way. S’taq stood up and held her hand out to Z’ren. “I hear there’s a dance competition going on tonight. On the east side,” she said to her femme friend.

S’taq chuckled and looked seductively at the two males. “Perhaps you two should show up at one of these some time? Maybe we could change your minds about femmes?” she taunted in her most seductive voice.

Bumblebee and Droct both blushed at her forwardness, even though they both knew that the two femmes had no interest in males – other than to tease the credits out of their hands. True, these femmes weren’t the most upstanding citizens – but they did what they had too to survive. And they did treat their friends with respect and loyalty. So they enjoyed hanging out with the dancers.

“Hey Z’ren – are you two coming or not?” another female voice asked. A group of femmes approached the shack, all of them polished and ready to try and win some credits. Several of them nodded at Bumblebee, for he’d become quite popular amongst them. For he was ‘exotic’ and had fascinating stories of far-away places, to top it off – he had no interest in any of them, other than friendship. So these dancers were really attracted to him as a friend.

Giggling, Z’ren and S’taq joined with the group. And after a few more lighthearted jokes about getting the male pair to join them, they took off towards the metropolis.

----

Leaning his head in Droct’s lap, Bee sighed happily. He was building friendships amongst many of the garbage mechs, and living happily with his bond mate. What else would a mech want out of life?

Shuffling the cards one last time, Droct put them back in their case and slid them in his glove box. Lying one of his hands across the yellow mech’s chest plates, he leaded back against the side of his freshly painted shack. His engine slowed to a low idle as he enjoyed the simple pleasure of just holding his bonded.

“Its pretty at night,” Bee said softly. His optics scanned the silent land fill. In the darkness it just looked like a bunch of rolling hills. He could even picture the place covered in trees or something. A very warm and peaceful setting indeed; well, as long as you turned off your olfactory sensors.

Droct nodded, “Its peaceful, that’s what makes it beautiful.” His optics were drawn up to the stars. Those immense distances that his bond mate once traveled; he couldn’t even imagine that type of life. “So, do you ever miss it Bee?” he asked softly. He was still blown away that the yellow mech had chosen him over those stars.

The yellow mech’s thoughts wandered. He could imagine Wheeljack working frantically on yet another invention. Then Ratchet strolled in and pointed out a single set of crossed wires; the two of them laughing about it as they kissed. A warm feeling spread through him as he remembered so many other humorous occurrences back in the Autobot ranks. That crazy prankster, Sideswipe – who had once gotten every Autobot at the same time, when he’d dyed an entire batch of energon. Yes, it’d been a lot of fun back then. In between the violence and fighting, but that war always dominated their thoughts – for it was never far away.

But now it was far away! With the exception of occasional visits by the Decepticons for supplies and materials – this rock of a planet was left out of it. Too far out of the main trading routes to ever become a major Galactic player, so it’s mech inhabitants could actually live in relative ‘peace’. And even though they tended to be the poorest of the poor, they were happy it seemed.

Looking up at his friend, he decided not to lie this time. “Yes, I miss it. But leaving it behind was the best thing I’ve ever done.” He smiled up at Droct, wanting the mech to really understand that he’d never leave him. The stars silhouetted his friend’s misshapen helm, his distorted and uneven shoulders; His one door wing protruded haphazardly from his back. But Bee didn’t see him for the ugly and deformed mech that he was – he saw the beauty of his spark. Yes, all these orbit cycles that Bumblebee had lived as simply ‘Bee’ were worth everything he had left!

Pulling his optics away from the stars, Droct looked down at Bee. “You know, before T’ran left to move in with M’ron, she told me that you were a heck of a mech. And she was right.” His engine temperature warmed with his emotions. Though he missed his sister, he knew she had waited a long time before moving in with M’ron. She had waited, because she hadn’t wanted Droct to be forced to live alone. Bee had been truly sent by Primus, for he not only stayed by Droct’s side – he’d started to cause the other garbage mechs to show a little civility towards the mech. Several times, he’d even gotten into scraps over other mech’s derogatory comments. And though he was the same size as the garbage mechs, he obviously had had a lot more practice in fighting.

Droct remembered the last time Bee had ‘come home’ from doing business with the recyclers. He’d been accosted by a group of the garbage mechs. Who were all mad at the ‘outsider’ for the femmes’ interest in him, not to mention the fact that he’d previously beat the hell out of two of them for making lewd comments pertaining to his relationship with Droct. The group hoped that together they could teach the ex-courier a lesson. But it hadn’t worked quite like they’d planned. For even as Bee began to kick and punch to defend himself – a bunch of the dancers had seen what was going on.

Chuckling, Droct remembered his shock when he drove up to the chaos, only to see five dancers helping Bee to whip the hell out of the group of mechs. He’d considered jumping in, but it was so freagin’ hysterical to watch the femme’s kicking aft – that he couldn’t stop laughing. Yes, Bee had truly become something of a celebrity around the land fill. And the garbage mechs had quickly learned to keep their vocals shut off when he was in audio range.

Bee smiled up at Droct. Warmth radiating up from his power core and flooding his systems. For he’d finally found everything he’d ever wanted. Love, companionship and acceptance – and even though he was living a partial lie to keep it… It was worth everything he’d given up! Forcing his memories of being an Autobot back into the deepest recesses of his mind – he prayed he’d never be ‘found’.

---
Please review..
- 17
- 18
- 19
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Beauty Within