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Following a Different Path	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 2425 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: A Different Path
Pairing: Wasp/Bumblebee; slight Longarm/Bumblebee
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, mild violence, PWP, voyeur
Summary: (AU; 2/?) Happiness in boot camp doesn’t last long.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Written for waspxbee.

Longarm gritted his dentals as he peaked through a small crack in a wall, scowling at what he saw in the adjacent room. Bumblebee was laying on top of a desk, moaning and writhing as Wasp thrust into him. The green mech leaned closer, whispering something into Bumblebee’s audio that Longarm didn’t catch. The yellow mech grinned seductively, and Longarm’s optics widened when Bumblebee’s chassis split open, steam rising up as the yellow mech’s blue spark, engorged and pulsing from arousal, was exposed. Bumblebee screamed and thrashed as Wasp nibbled and licked his spark.

‘Rotten slagger,’ Longarm thought. ‘I should be the one tasting that delicious spark! I should be the one interfacing with Bumblebee!’

Longarm’s thoughts were cut off when Bumblebee screamed again. Wasp was now hungrily sucking on the yellow mech’s spark, glossa flicking in and out of the twitching blue mass.

Bumblebee’s servos grabbed at Wasp’s helm, and he wailed out, “Wasp! Wasp! I’m close! Oh slag!”

Longarm reached down to his exposed plug, cupping and squeezing his throbbing length. His other servo grabbed at the wall, fingers digging in hard and leaving scratch marks. Each pleasured scream from Bumblebee sent shivers through Longarm, and he overloaded, envisioning himself slamming into the yellow mech, and that it was his name, not Wasp’s, that Bumblebee screamed. Slumping against the wall, Longarm panted hard and gazed back through the crack, finding Wasp tenderly kissing Bumblebee, both glistening in condensation and savoring the afterglow of their love making.

“Hmm…Wasp…we have drills to attend,” Bumblebee murmured, chuckling as Wasp’s glossa tickled his neck.

“Just one more time,” Wasp growled, pawing at Bumblebee’s still exposed spark.

“Ah! You said that the last three times!” Bumblebee laughed.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Wasp murmured, chest plates splitting open to reveal his pulsing spark. “I want you.”

Bumblebee’s optics widened in shock as Wasp began to descend toward his chassis, and his servos shot up, grabbing the green mech’s shoulders. “Wasp wait! Wait!”

Wasp huffed and snapped, “What?!”

Bumblebee shook his helm and muttered, “We can’t rush this.”

“You just don’t want to bond with me,” Wasp grumbled.

“Don’t say that!” Bumblebee snarled. “I want to be yours…I just don’t want any regrets later. Bonding is permanent. We’ll be connected until the end of our function.”

“I wouldn’t regret being your mate for all eternity,” Wasp leered.

Bumblebee rolled his optics. “Flatterer…but the answer is still no…for now at least.” He cupped Wasp’s cheeks and lovingly gazed into the green mech’s optics. “Please try to understand. Please?”

Wasp gave Bumblebee a warm grin as he closed his chest plates. “All right, but I’m not giving up on pestering you about it.”

Longarm frowned as he looked away and clenched his servos. He couldn’t allow Wasp to bond with Bumblebee. The yellow mech belonged to him. He would have preferred strangling the life out of Wasp’s spark, but that wasn’t an option. An evil smirk grew as Longarm formed a plan to get rid of the green pest.

*

Later in the afternoon, after finishing a round of complicated drills, Wasp sat panting, trying to regulate his intakes, wiping away a trickle of condensation on his brow. Bumblebee was a few feet away, chatting with Bulkhead. He rose up to join them when Longarm suddenly appeared, grabbed his servo, and pulled him back to the bench, tensing up when the mech sat close beside him, smirking evilly.

“Hello Wasp,” Longarm grinned. “We haven’t had the chance to talk in a while. Why is that?”

“I...ahh...have been busy,” Wasp answered.

“Have you now?” Longarm sneered. “I suppose it does take up a lot time...interfacing with Bumblebee.”

Wasp blinked and stammered in shock, “Wh--What?!”

“You’ve been pounding the slag out of that little mech,” Longarm hissed. “Is he tight, soft, and wet?”

Wasp’s face grew flushed, and he snarled out, “I suggest that you mind your own business, Longarm!” He leaned in closer to the mech. “And don’t talk about him like that!”

“I’ve watched you with him,” Longarm continued. “He’s quite the screamer. Screams so damn loud every time you shove your plug into his port. What a sensual voice.”

“Longarm...I’m warning you,” Wasp snarled, starting to fume with rage.

“Pretty lips too,” Longarm snickered. “Those lips look so beautiful stretched over your plug and glistening with lubricant.” His optics darkened. “Those lips would look far better wrapped around my plug.”

Wasp’s dentals clenched, and the bench beneath began to buckle under his servos from the tightening grip.

“And I bet his voice would sound even prettier screaming my name,” Longarm leered. “I’m going to enjoy claiming him as my own. He’s going to be my bondmate, not yours, even if I have to force him, but I doubt it’ll come to that. Once you’re out of the way, he’ll need someone to turn to...someone to love him and keep him warm on those long, cold, lonely nights. I’ll be there, and he’ll turn to me. He’ll love me. Only me...and he’ll forget all about you...”

Infuriated, Wasp shot up from the bench and punched Longarm across the face. The other mech cried out in pain and tumbled to the ground. Cursing loudly, Wasp threw himself on the mech, violently kicking and punching every inch of Longarm’s body. He should have known something was wrong when Longarm didn’t fight back, and he definitely should have known something was wrong when Longarm smiled up at him.

It took three guard-bots and Bulkhead to haul Wasp away. He thrashed in their hold, continuously cursing at Longarm and screaming in rage when Bumblebee ran toward him only to be stopped by Longarm. He saw red when Longarm’s servo wrapped over Bumblebee’s hip. He realized too late that this was all part of Longarm’s plan. Attacking a fellow cadet meant a trip to the stockades and immediate discharge from boot camp. He was going to lose Bumblebee, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

*

“Wh--what happened?!” Bumblebee growled, watching in fear as Wasp was dragged away. “Why did he attack you?!”

Longarm wiped away a trickle of energon that was leaking from a scratch on his cheek. “He was talking about you, and I told him off. Guess he didn’t like that.”

“Talking...about me?” Bumblebee murmured. “About what?”

“About how he was interfacing you,” Longarm replied. He smirked when Bumblebee’s cheeks flamed red, and his optics lowered to the ground. “He went on and on about how you acted in the berth. How you moaned. How you screamed. How you enjoyed sucking him off. How you thrashed around when he devoured your port. How you kept begging for more and more like some little...whore.”

Tears brimmed in Bumblebee’s optics and growled out, “No! Wasp...Wasp wouldn’t say those things about me!”

“Then how would I know all this?” Longarm stated, wrapping his free around Bumblebee, drawing the smaller mech into a tight embrace. “He doesn’t care about you.”

“No! You’re lying!” Bumblebee yelled, struggling in Longarm’s grip.

“He told me so much, Little Bee,” Longarm sighed, nuzzling Bumblebee’s neck. “He told me that after you two interfaced you would sing to him...some sort of silly lullaby.”

Bumblebee froze, and he gritted his dentals in anger. “Really? A silly lullaby, hmm?” He shoved Longarm away, and the mech gazed at him in shock and confusion. “I sang to him, that’s true, but he was deep in recharge. There’s no way he could have heard me singing to him. The only way you could possibly know that is if you were watching!”

Longarm stumbled back, arms waving defensively. “Bumblebee, listen me...”

“Shut up!” Bumblebee yelled. “You were trying to get me to turn against him!”

Bumblebee punched at Longarm, but the larger mech anticipated the attack and dodged the blow. The yellow mech cursed as he was grabbed and pinned against Longarm’s chassis.

“Easy now, Little Bee,” Longarm murmured, tracing his lips over the smaller mech’s cheek. “You wouldn’t want to get kicked out of boot camp as well would you?”

“Y--You got Wasp kicked out on purpose!” Bumblebee growled. “Why?!”

“Because he was in the way,” Longarm growled back, servo lowering to cup Bumblebee’s aft.

Bumblebee’s optics widened. “You...bastard glitch!”

The yellow mech thrashed, kicked, and punched, causing the larger mech to grunt as some of the blows connected. He desperately tried to subdue Bumblebee before someone noticed the commotion, but it was too late.

“You seem to be quite the popular mech today Cadet Longarm,” Sentinel chuckled. “Another scrap heap for the stockades?”

“N--No sir!” Longarm laughed, burying Bumblebee’s face into his chassis, trying to keep the smaller mech from speaking. “We’re just practicing some combat moves.”

Sentinel arched an optic ridge and stepped closer. “Those aren’t standard combat moves...”

Bumblebee smirked as Sentinel came into range and abruptly kicked out, nailing the older mech in the groin.

The drill instructor doubled over in agony and screamed, “Guards! Take that yellow glitch to the stockade now! You can kiss your dreams of joining the Elite Guard goodbye!”

Longarm could only watch in horror as Bumblebee was yanked from his arms and dragged away. His plan had completely backfired.

*

Two months passed before Wasp was released from the stockade and booted off to a shuttle heading for space bridge repair. Visitors hadn’t been allowed, and he didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to his friends and his dear Bumblebee. He slumped against the wall of his small room aboard the shuttle, groaning in agitation when there was a knock at the door. He sluggishly moved to the door, and he gaped when it opened.

“B--Bumblebee?!” Wasp gasped.

“It’s been a while, Wasp,” Bumblebee murmured.

“H--How?” Wasp asked, embracing the yellow mech.

“I was kicked out as well,” Bumblebee chuckled, “after kicking Sentinel between the legs.”

“Wish I could have seen that,” Wasp laughed. He grew serious again. “Why would you do that? Your dream was to join the Elite Guard.”

Bumblebee murmured as he caressed Wasp’s cheek, “My other dream is to by your side, as your mate, and that sounds far better than joining the Elite Guard.”

Wasp smiled warmly, tenderly kissed Bumblebee, and then growled, “And what happened to that fragger Longarm?”

“I don’t know,” Bumblebee stated. “I don’t care. I’m just glad to be with you again.”

“So am I,” Wasp murmured, kissing Bumblebee again. “You know…we have a berth here...and it’s going to be a long trip.”

“Hmm...however will we pass the time?” Bumblebee leered, pushing Wasp back to the berth.

Growling huskily, Wasp hauled Bumblebee onto the berth, ravishing the yellow mech’s mouth, glossas twining. Bumblebee retracted his plating and whimpered into the passionate kiss when he felt Wasp’s fingers fill his port.

Breaking the kiss, Bumblebee cried out, “Please now! It’s been too long since I last felt you! Take me now damn it!”

“Like this?” Wasp snarled, removing his digits and slamming into Bumblebee.

Bumblebee shrieked, “Yes! Yes! Just like that!”

“Oh, Primus, Bee!” Wasp growled, raining kisses all over Bumblebee’s flushed face. “You’re so beautiful...oh slag! I can’t last!”

“I can’t...can’t last either!” Bumblebee whimpered, clawing at Wasp’s thrusting hips.

Both mechs wailed as they climaxed. Wasp collapsed on top of Bumblebee, panting hard. He gazed at Bumblebee in confusion when he was nudged back up.

Bumblebee panted and opened his chest plates. “I love you Wasp. I want to be your mate, if you’ll still have me.”

“Bumblebee...I love you too,” Wasp murmured, splitting open his chassis. “Of course I want you. I always will.” He paused inches before their sparks touched, shuddering from the electric energy sparking below him. “Are you really certain you want a glitch like me for a mate?”

Bumblebee grinned and pulled Wasp down. Their sparks rubbed together, causing both mechs to wail and thrash from the overwhelming pleasure that shot through their circuitry. Both sparks pulsated and finally merged into one throbbing mass, sending out pulses of energy. Memories of the past came flooding into both mechs’ processors, good and bad. Tears trickled down from Wasp’s optics, and Bumblebee reached up, tenderly wiping away the oily streaks

“I treated you...so badly...I don’t deserve you...after causing you...so much pain,” Wasp sobbed.

Bumblebee placed a gentle kiss on Wasp’s trembling lips, twining his fingers with the green mech’s. “That’s in the past. It doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters is that were together...now...and forever.”

“Now...and forever,” Wasp repeated, gently squeezing Bumblebee’s fingers.

Their lips pressed together as second, more powerful overload ripped through them, metal scraping as they wildly thrust against each other. Bumblebee tore away from the kiss and wailed.

“Hey! Hey!! Hey!!! Keep it down in there!” a voice down the hall shouted. “Some of us are trying to pilot a shuttle here!”

Wasp and Bumblebee chuckled softly as they rode out the last few waves of overload, sparks splitting and returning back to their housing. They languidly kissed one another before finally settling comfortably on the berth. Wasp gazed down lovingly at Bumblebee, now sleeping peacefully in his arms. His thoughts drifted to their future. Space bridge repair wasn’t an ideal occupation but with Bumblebee, his bondmate, at his side, it really didn’t matter.

TBC
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