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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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A Simple Kiss

Droct walked up to Cliffjumper’s head, noticing that Bee shifted nervously as he stood next to him. Glancing up, he saw Bee quickly lower his optics to the floor in shame. Sighing inside, Droct knew that the dancers were so right – Bee did actually love him. And the yellow mech was truly ashamed that he’d lied all these years.

Looking down at the red mech, he could see the standard look of repulsion in the Autobot’s optics. Anger briefly flooded his core, for he’d gotten so tired of every mech judging him by his appearance. And wasn’t it the Autobots to blame?! But he pushed his anger aside, knowing that this red mech didn’t know what had happened. So he couldn’t blame the mech for his reaction. Heck, Droct himself would probably have the same reaction to a mech who looked like him. Perhaps Bee would tell him while Droct defragged? The yellow mech did owe Droct that.

Turning Cliffjumper’s head to the side, Droct put the funnel on the end of the feeding tube. “Sorry this stuff ain’t the best, but it’s all we’ve got,” he said softly as he poured half of the cube slowly down the tube.

Cliffjumper wanted to bolt out from under the ghastly medic’s hands. Not only was he totally repulsed by the very thought of this mech even being in the same room as him, but now the slogger was apologizing even as he poured the worst grade of energon down Cliffjumper’s throat! Disgust and revulsion flooded through the red mech’s core. It wasn’t that he was overly concerned about appearances or the quality of energon he consumed – but damned if this wasn’t the lowest of the low on both counts! But, here Bumblebee was forcing him to endure it. As soon as this tube was removed, he was sure going to give that yellow mech a piece of his meta!

As he tube fed the red mech, Droct looked at Bee outt’ve the corner of his optic. His bond mate was still shifting nervously and looking down at the ground. His blue spark pulsating within his open chest, connected to the red mech’s spark through the cable. Droct guessed he should feel a little jealousy that Bee was sharing his spark with another. But he knew the mech was only doing it to save this Autobot’s aft. After all, any one of his beautiful dancer friends would bond with him at no charge – wouldn’t they? But for cycles Bee had only wanted to share his spark with one mech. And that was Droct.

So instead of jealousy, Droct looked at Bee with a sense of wonder flooding through him. It was truly amazing the lengths that the yellow mech would go through for a friend! No wonder he was stationed at Central Command. And they must’ve really missed him for all these cycles.

But then Droct thought about the future. What would the Autobots think about him? Even if they rebuilt him and gave him a chassis that gave him the ability to fight – would he be able to? Especially after being one of the unfortunate souls caught in between the two factions? But if he thought he wanted to stay with Bee, he knew the Autobots would want the yellow mech back. And if he didn’t come back, then the Autobots might come to this planet to try and talk some sense into him. Then they’d meet up with the cons that did business with the miners – and the whole scenario of the cycle of violence would again occur. With innocent miners caught in the middle.

Droct sighed, watching the energon slowly trickle down the tube and into his reluctant patient. He couldn’t deny that he still loved Bee. Even though it tore him apart that the freager was an Autobot! And if he could actually kiss him, then he knew he’d never want to let the yellow mech go. But could Droct actually live amongst the violent Autobot faction? Face the fact that they eagerly went into battle, time-and-time again? Did he want to chance that – by trying to kiss the mech again?

But he had to know…. Had to know if he could…. He’d never be able to live with himself if he didn’t at least try…

Tipping the cube back upright, he stopped the tube feeding right at half a cube. Taking the funnel off, he quietly said to Bee “Wait about an astrohour or so, and then you should be able to pull the feeder tube. Just do it slow and gentle. I figure he’ll be able to swallow well-enough after the next defrag cycle.”

Bee simply nodded, keeping his optics glued to Cliffjumper. Still afraid to meet Droct’s optics, afraid he’d still see the disgust and quiet rage within the garbage mech.

Droct willed himself to stay calm; he knew how he’d go about this. He just had to know. And he really didn’t care what the red mech thought about it. After all, Bee was supposedly his bond mate, wasn’t he? And the red Autobot would just have to understand..

Taking off his mask, Droct drank the rest of the energon cube down and then set the empty cube on the stone slab next to the red mech’s head. He’d figured that it would seem like a rather good excuse to take his mask off. He pointedly ignored the red mech’s look of total revulsion at seeing his bare scarred face. The slogger would know soon enough that it was his own faction’s fault wouldn’t he? Droct felt the courage well up in him. The courage to find out… To find out if he could actually kiss a freagin’ Autobot.

“Bee, look at me,” he said. His normally soft voice had a slight hardness to it.

Hesitantly, Bumblebee looked up at his bond mate’s bared face. He hadn’t dared to since he woke up, afraid that all he’d see was disgust in those blue optics. Disgust that was well-founded, for Bee was nothing but a pathetic Autobot liar. Suddenly, Droct’s lips were on his. His soft glossa probing Bee’s, almost questioning in its entrance. At first, Bee was completely shocked, unable to respond. But then he realized that Droct was truly kissing him. Wrapping his arms around his bond mate, he met Droct’s glossa with his own. Delving deeply into the warmth recesses of the garbage mech’s mouth with the softness of his living metal. Trembling with elation that Droct even wanted to kiss him!

Feeling the yellow chassis tremble against him, Droct wrapped his arms around him. Desperation filled him as he pressed his lips even tighter to Bee’s. He could kiss an Autobot! He could look past Bee’s insignia! Elation flowed through him as Bee’s glossa entered his mouth. Bee’s soft lips were his, forever his! Pressing his chassis against Bee’s, Droct could feel the mech’s spark pulsing along the cable connecting him to the red Autobot. He didn’t care. For Bee’s entire being was his! No matter whom he had to ‘share’ his spark with.

Cliffjumper couldn’t help but watch. His optics widened in absolute horror as his gorgeous yellow friend seemed to be WELCOMING the ghastly mech’s kiss. He shook his head back and forth, thinking that his meta must have a major glitch. Here was Bumblebee, surrounded by absolutely stunning femmes – and he was kissing the ghastly medic!?!? Even Optimus himself would have a damned hard time understanding this one, Cliffjumper was sure of that! Primus, he couldn’t wait until Bee pulled this stinking tube out of his throat. He needed to talk some sense into the yellow mech. For what Bee was doing over him – was absolutely disgusting! To say the least….

Slowly, the two separated. Bumblebee staring into his bonded’s optics, wanting to believe that everything was truly ok between them. He searched the scarred face, praying, hoping…

Droct ran his fingers along the gorgeous mech’s cheek. His blue optics finally soft again as he met Bee’s pleading orbs. “Sorry Bee, I just wanted to see if I still could..” he softly explained. He desperately hoped that Bee hadn’t been offended by his forwardness. But he’d just had to know…

Bee’s lower lip trembled, “Can you?” he asked. He knew that it was far more than just if Droct could kiss him that was at stake.

Droct lowered his optics and walked towards the other mine shafts. He answered Bee with the one word that the yellow mech had been praying for. “Yes.” Then he was gone, to find a quiet spot to lie down in and defragment.

Bumblebee’s spark brightened in intensity, almost overwhelming the red mech he was currently bonded with. Looking down at the red mech, Bee hugged him excitedly. “Did you hear that Cliffjumper?! He loves me! He really, really does!!!!”

The red mech stared at him in absolute shock. Bumblebee was in love with that rust bucket?!? Cliffjumper just couldn’t believe his audios, so he quickly ran a check on them. What the hell? There was nothing wrong with them. So Bumblebee was truly in LOVE with the most grotesque mech that Cliffjumper had ever had the misfortune of laying his optics on.

As Bee stood up, and slowly began to pull the feeding tube out of his throat. Cliffjumper knew he had more questions than ever for his friend to answer…

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