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Collections	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 19825 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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This installment's pairings include:
Ironhide/Bumblebee/Wasp-1
Bumblebee/Wasp-1
Bumblebee/Waspinator-2
Optimus/Megatron-1
Wreck-gar/Lugnut-1
Wreck-gar/Megatron/Lugnut/Blitzwing-1
Lockdown/Swindle-3

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or any Transformer characters. I make no profit from this.

Title: Two Against One
Pairing: Ironhide/Bumblebee/Wasp
Rating: R
Warnings: some groping and grinding
Summary: (Droubble; Takes place sometime during Autoboot Camp, at least in my sick fantasies.) Ironhide and Wasp want to show Bumblebee a good time, but the yellow mech isn’t interested.

“Hold him still, Ironhide,” Wasp growled.

Bumblebee thrashed violently in a panicked state as the red mech pinned his arms behind his back.

“Stop struggling,” Wasp chuckled. “You’ll enjoy this.”

The yellow mech jerked in shock as Wasp cupped his groin, rubbing hard. Wasp’s lips descended over his own, muffling out his protests.

“Just relax,” Ironhide murmured nipping at Bumblebee’s neck. “We’ll take good care of you.”

Whimpering, Bumblebee relaxed in Ironhide’s grip, knowing he wasn’t strong enough to break free. Wasp moved in closer, servos gripping the yellow mech’s hips and grinding his pelvic armor over Bee’s groin. The plating along Wasp’s groin retracted, shaft pushing out, leaving a trail of lubricant across Bumblebee’s plating. Ironhide freed his own arousal, shuddering as he pressed it against Bumblebee’s aft.

“Open up,” Wasp murmured, “and we’ll show you a good time.”

“C’mon,” Ironhide coaxed. “You owe us for getting us all those extra transform-ups.”

Snarling, Bumblebee kneed Wasp’s unprotected plug, sending the mech staggering back in agony. He then swung his leg backwards, giving Ironhide the same treatment. Both mechs toppled over as Bumblebee ran from the room.

“You’re going to pay for this, Bumble-bot,” Wasp growled, writhing on the floor.

Title: Hiding Spot
Pairing: Bumblebee/Wasp
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some groping and grinding
Summary: (Droubble; Takes place sometime during Autoboot Camp, at least in my sick fantasies.) Pinned down on the training course, Wasp has an interesting way of getting Bumblebee to be a shield for him.

“Get out!” Bumblebee hissed.

“You get out!” Wasp snarled back.

“I was here first!” Bumblebee growled.

Wasp sighed in frustration. The two mechs were on the training course, hiding behind a wall as projectiles flew past them, and neither were willing to give up their hiding place. A wicked through came to Wasp, and he grinned evilly. The green mech sidled closer to Bee, rubbing his groin against the yellow mech’s aft.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” Bumblebee gasped. “Are you glitched in the processor?! Stop!”

Wasp ignored Bumblebee, trailing his lips over the yellow mech’s horn as he ground himself harder against the bot.

“Ever interface out in public before?” Wasp inquired, reaching over to trace his fingers over Bumblebee’s pelvic plating. “You should give it a try. You’re all ready heating up rather nicely.” He nipped the yellow mech’s neck. “Does the thought of possibly getting caught excite you? I bet you’re just aching for me to shove my plug--”

Bumblebee cried out and scrambled out, not letting Wasp finish, several projectiles striking him as he ran off. With all the weapons targeting Bee, Wasp was able to finish the course untouched grinning in smug satisfaction all the way.

Title: Confrontation
Pairing: Bumblebee/Waspinator
Rating: PG
Warnings: mild violence
Summary: (Drabble) Finally confronted…

“Finish it, Bumble-bot,” Waspinator growled.

The green mech was kneeling on the ground, armor dented and scratched, sparking wires hanging out from open wounds. Bumblebee stood above the mech, stingers drawn and glowing from charging energy, panting from the exertion of battle. Gritting his dentals, Bumblebee collapsed to his knees, head hanging low.

“Why Bumble-bot not finish Waspinator?” the green mech snarled, coughing up energon.

“I can’t kill you,” Bumblebee whimpered. “Not after what I did to you.”

Waspinator smirked, tackling Bumblebee to the ground, glossa laving the yellow bot’s face.

“Why?” Bumblebee gasped.

“Because Waspinator can’t kill Bumble-bot either.”

Title: Mine and Yours
Pairing: Bumblebee/Waspinator
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal
Summary: (Drabble) Pointless smut.

“Ngh! Oh!” Bumblebee cried. “Wasp!”

Two of Waspinator’s servos grasped the underside of Bumblebee’s thighs, lifting the yellow mech up and down on his bonding shaft. His second servo pumped the bot’s plug, and the third delved inside the yellow mech’s chassis, fingering the smaller mech’s spark, engorged from arousal. Bumblebee tilted his head to the side, lips parting and glossa flicking over Waspinator’s lip components. The green mech mewled, opening his mouth, long glossa rubbing over Bumblebee’s.

“Bumble…Bee,” Waspinator murmured. “Mine.”

“Yes, yours,” Bumblebee gasped. “And you’re mine.”

Both mechs cried out in bliss as overload washed over them.

Title: Pet
Pairing: Optimus/Megatron
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal
Summary: (Droubble) A leader once, he is now nothing but a pet.

Optimus shifted uncomfortably on the floor, kneeling before Megatron’s throne. A collar circled around his neck, and a chain looped through it, connecting to the tyrant’s throne. For months he had been held prisoner, subjected to every one of Megatron’s degrading and perverse fancies, and worse still, he didn’t know the exact fate of his teammates. All Megatron told him was that they were functioning and comfortable, and it would stay that way as long as he behaved himself.

Prime shivered when the tyrant caressed his helm, fingers trailing down to tug on the chain. Optimus knew what was expected of him, and he rose up, climbing onto the throne and straddling Megatron’s legs. The tyrant’s bonding shaft pushed out, and Optimus gently grasped it, retracting his plating and pushing the plug against his port. Grabbing Prime’s hips, Megatron forced the younger mech down, eliciting a sharp cry from the smaller bot as he was roughly impaled. Optimus was only allowed a few moments to adjust before Megatron started a violent and fast pace. Megatron kissed Prime’s neck, laughing when the bot tried to twist away in disgust.

“I hate you,” Optimus snarled.

“I know, my beautiful pet,” Megatron chuckled.

Title: Rescue
Pairing: Lugnut/Wreck-gar
Rating: G
Warnings: crack! pairing
Summary: (Drabble) Lugnut drags Wreck-gar out of the river.

Wreck-gar spat up water as he was dragged out of the river. He shook off mud and an occasional fish before gazing over at his rescuer, Lugnut.

“Thanks for helping me,” Wreck-gar beamed. “Why did you do it? Do you like me?”

The larger mech blushed and sputtered, “You’re an annoying glitch!” He softened upon seeing Wreck-gar’s solemn expression. “However…you may prove useful to the Decepticon cause.”

Wreck-gar smiled, and he embraced Lugnut, kissing the mech’s cheek. “Aw, you do like me!”

Lugnut blushed brighter and snarled, “Remove your arms or I’m going to throw you back into the river.”

Title: Initiation
Pairing: Wreck-gar/Megatron/Lugnut/Blitzwing
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: crack! pairing, anal
Summary: (Droubble) Wreck-gar gets initiated into the Decepticon ranks.

Wreck-gar whimpered as his port was roughly stretched and filled. His fingers dug into the berth, and his head thrashed from side to side. Megatron spread the junkbot’s legs further apart and gave a sharp thrust, eliciting a sharp cry. Another pleasured shout was ripped from Wreck-gar’s vocalizer as Lugnut’s pincher gently cradled and rubbed his plug. Fingers delved into the junkbot’s open chassis, stroking the pulsing spark fragment. After a few more strokes, Blitzwing lowered his head and lapped at the fragment, causing Wreck-gar to buck and scream.

“Do you pledge loyalty to me until the day you cease to function?” Megatron growled.

The tyrant pulled out, keeping the tip of his bonding cable pressed against Wreck-gar’s port. The other two Decepticons ceased their movements as well.

“Yes! Yes!”

The junkbot let out a piercing scream when the three mechs continued their ministrations, sensors assaulted by overwhelming pleasure. Overload struck, and the last thing he felt before passing out was a hot brand pressing above his chassis.

When Wreck-gar woke, he found himself wrapped in Lugnut’s arms. The larger mech was tracing his pincher over the branded Decepticon symbol on Wreck-gar’s chest plates. Smiling, Wreck-gar snuggled into Lugnut’s embrace.

Title: First Encounter
Pairing: Lockdown/Swindle
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: (Droubble)

Lockdown didn’t normally take on the role of good Samaritan, but there were some things he couldn’t stand the sight of. Rape was one of them. So, when he saw a tan and purple mech being dragged toward an alley by three larger mechs, pleading to be let go as the mechs laughed and pawed at his groin and aft, Lockdown reacted. The mechs were weaklings and easily disposed of.

“Thank you,” the purple mech beamed.

“Yeah, whatever,” Lockdown grumbled, turning to leave.

“Wait!”

Lockdown turned, gasping when the smaller mech leaped up, arms wrapped tightly around the bounty hunter’s spiked neck, and proceeded to passionately kiss him. The purple mech then shoved two items into Lockdown’s good servo before running off. The bounty hunter gazed down at the items: a high-grade grenade and a data pad with a com link and name. Swindle. Smirking, Lockdown walked off wondering how long he should wait before giving the tan and purple mech a call.

Title: Hook
Pairing: Lockdown/Swindle
Rating: R
Warnings: groping
Summary: (Drabble) Pointless smut.

Lockdown trailed his hook along Swindle’s thigh, enjoying how the smaller mech trembled and whimpered from the contact.

“Hmm, you’re really enjoying this,” Lockdown chuckled.

The bounty hunter smirked when Swindle’s pelvic plating slid back, plug rising up. He gently rubbed his hook over the purple and tan mech’s length.

“You’re really starting to heat up,” Lockdown snickered, leaning over to nip at Swindle’s neck. “You have a thing for dangerous mechs?”

Swindle reached for Lockdown’s groin, giving it a teasing rub, eliciting a low groan from the older mech.

“Well, I do have a thing for you,” Swindle leered.

Title: Dealing
Pairing: Lockdown/Swindle
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal
Summary: (Drabble) How Lockdown and Swindle work out a deal.

“Ah! Twenty percent off!” Swindle moaned.

The purple and tan mech was straddling the bounty hunter, arms braced against Lockdown’s chassis, slamming his aft down on the older mech’s plug.

“Ngh!” Lockdown grunted, gripping Swindle’s hips tightly. “C’mon. You can give me a better deal.”

The bounty hunter flipped the Swindle over, hooking the bot’s legs over his shoulders, driving his plug in deeper and harder, leaning down to bite and suck on Swindle’s neck, reaching over to pump the purple mech’s shaft in slow teasing strokes.

“Primus!” Swindle cried. “Forty percent off, but only because you’re my favorite customer!”

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