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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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Amongst Friends

“So how’s he doin’ Bee?” RiTank asked as she walked back in. She grinned a little bit at she noticed the two Autobots pressed together for warmth.

Bumblebee slowly reactivated his optics, he’d just completed the second defrag cycle while linked with Cliffjumper. Shifting a little bit, he peeled the tarp off their torsos and picked up the meta monitor. Tapping a code, he smiled as he read the data. “Well, its reading 98 percent defragged, so I guess that’s good.”

RiTank walked over, her soft steps barely making a sound. Sitting down on the other side of Cliffjumper, she scanned his temperature with her infrared. He seemed about right. “So did you tell him about us?” she asked. She hoped the red mech was as nonjudgemental about their profession as Bee was.

“He knows. Kind’ve thinks that the cons will have it rough once we train you femmes,” Bee answered. He knew he was exaggerating a little bit, but Cliffjumper did think it’d be funny as heck. “I did tell him what you three pulled back there. He was very impressed.”

The pink femme beamed with pride. They’d actually IMPRESSED the red mech?! Wow, now that was unexpected! She knew her old bounty hunter client would’ve been preening like a prize fighter had he seen them. A warm feeling spread through her. She’d always wanted to leave this rock, do something more exciting and worthwhile than selling herself. And if the red mech was impressed, then maybe….. “Do you think the Autobots would hire us? If we did real good in training?” Her optics pleaded with him as she spoke.

Reaching over, Bumblebee patted her hand. “I think we might be able to talk Optimus into it. But you’ve got to pass the small arms test. I know you femmes can easily handle the stress.” After being prostitutes on the hard streets of the metropolis, he didn’t think battle would really phase them.

RiTank smiled at her friend. “A new shot at life? Thanks Bee, I owe you big time.” She meant every word she said. Her dreams of leaving this planet and starting anew – were now a possibility!

“Can you unplug us? I don’t think we need to be integrated anymore,” Bee said. Rolling onto his back, he looked up at the pink femme with trusting optics.

A little blown away, since he was actually trusting her to touch his very spark, RiTank blushed a little but nodded. Leaning over the sleeping red mech, she carefully followed the cable into Bee’s opened chest. Her fingers touching his blue spark as she carefully disconnected the cable. Pulling the cable out, she closed his armor plate and patted him.

Leaning further over the red mech, she followed the cable into his chest. Her gentle fingers probing in order to find the connection, as she touched his spark, his optics reactivated.

Feeling strange fingers within him, Cliffjumper reactivated in shock. His first instinct was to fight, to get away from those fingers probing into his very core! But strong arms held him down, a weight upon his side. The fingers dove in deeper, unplugging the connection with that beautiful calm spark that was his friend.

He began to start to panic, but Bumblebee’s calming voice filled his audios. The two mechs surrounded him, pressing him tightly between them, wrapping him with their chassis’s so that he couldn’t move. He felt their gentle caresses on his bare circuits, the resulting impulses raced through his systems. Slowly, he calmed down, the gentle pleasure sensations overriding his meta’s expectation of pain.

“Shhh, Autobot.. It’s Ok..” RiTank murmured softly. Her optics locked with Bumblebee’s as they knew they had to work together to bring the red mech back into reality.

Her gentle high voice, so unlike the harsh mech voices of the cons, broke through Cliffjumper’s terror-filled processor. The tension began to leave his chassis. His hydraulic pressure going down to a more normal level, as his optics cleared, he found himself looking into the blue optics of his good friend.

Turning his head in confusion, he found the pink dancer pressing her chassis against his backside. Then he remembered the events from yesterday, remembered that he was amongst Bumblebee’s friends. Finally, a faint smile crossed his face. “Hi, um, I’m Cliffjumper,” he stammered. Not used to having a gorgeous femme pressing her frame into his like this.

She smiled, easily spotting the nervousness of the mech. “I’m RiTank. Nice to meet you.” She patted his side, letting him know that she understood.

“You gonna be ok now Cliff?” Bee asked. He knew what it was like to have those flashbacks, and it was horrible.

Looking back at his friend, the red mech nodded. “I think so. Guess I’m almost completely defragged now?” he said, nodding to Bee’s closed chest plate.

“Yep,” Bee said. He slowly slid away from Cliffjumper and sat up. “But you still got that monitor hooked to your meta, so don’t move much until T’ran and Droct say you can – ok?”

Cliffjumper nodded. He had noticed that the side of his helm was still off, exposing his most sensitive processor.

“And we’re used to Bumblebee’s panic attacks. So don’t worry, we understand and we’ll help you through it too,” RiTank said softly. Her blue optics shined with her concern.

Cliffjumper couldn’t help it, the warmth from her engines radiated through him. He wanted to erase the feel of Decepticons on him, replace it with the feel of a femme. So he pressed himself more tightly against her. He was hopeful that she wouldn’t take offense.

She just chuckled softly. The dancer knew the difference between a mech looking for simple comfort and one looking for bonding fun. And this one just needed comfort. Considering what he’d been through, the pink femme knew it’d probably be some time before he’d really be able to bond willingly again. This would be a very acceptable situation to the dancers. For they did prefer mechs who didn’t try to jump them the second they met them – that just made the mechs seem like customers. And they were all hopeful that this red Autobot would see them as possible recruits – not whores.

“Well, looks like Bee was right huh? You like femmes?” B’dec’s youthful voice filled the room. She pranced over and plopped herself down next to the now-sitting Bee, and looked down at Cliffjumper with a big smile on her face.

Cliffjumper looked from Bee to the bright colored dancer and back again. The yellow mech just shrugged and grinned at him. A light feeling filled the red mech’s chassis as he realized Bee had probably partially bribed the dancers into rescuing him, by hinting that he might find them attractive. He couldn’t believe his luck! He would actually have a shot at getting a femme to agree to go out with him?! Primus! He’d never had that shot before, since the bigger mechs always seemed to attract the few femmes left on Cybertron..

Reminding himself to REALLY thank Bumblebee for this opportunity, Cliffjumper grinned at the orange and red femme. “Yep, and I’m really cold without my armor.”

Bumblebee chuckled as he stood up. B’dec more than thrilled to take his place next to the red mech. Glancing down at his friend, now quite happy being sandwiched between two beautiful femmes, he knew it’d been the right thing to do to have gotten the dancers involved. He chuckled as he heard the three of them chattering as he walked out of the room to go look for Droct. Yes, Cliffjumper and the two dancers were very pleased it would seem…

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Walking down the mine shafts, Bee searched for Droct. He figured that the mech couldn’t have gone far, for he’d been about to drop in exhaustion when he had left Bee alone to take care of Cliffjumper. And Bee just had to find him, he was so elated that there was the chance everything was ok between them. It felt like a great weight had been lifted from his chest plate.

Dunking under a broken ceiling support, Bee slipped around the corner. His infrared finally picked up the form of the mech he was searching for! Quietly, he walked over to the defragmenting form of his bond mate. Sitting down next to him, he silently studied the deformed mech as he slept.

Droct was always forced to defrag in an odd position when they were away from home. The overly large shoulder on the one side, and the single door wing on the other – made it impossible for him to lie completely flat on a solid surface. Back at the shack, he usually crammed his wing down in the tight space between the wall and the bunk. A bit of an awkward position to be sure, but at least then he could lie flat on his side in some comfort.

A wave of pity came over Bumblebee, for he knew that Droct’s linkages would be very stiff and painful because of the way he’d be forced to defrag for the next few weeks. They couldn’t go back home because the cons would be hunting them, and Cliffjumper and Bee couldn’t leave on a shuttle until the red mech had some protective armor. So they’d have to call these old mine shafts home for a while. Knowing the discomfort Droct would be having, Bee knew the mech would never once complain about it. He was doing all of this solely for Bee, with little regard for himself.

Hoping he could make it a little more bearable, Bee laid down on his back next to his friend. Gently he pulled the mech to lay against him, putting Droct in a more normal position by letting the mech put much of his weight on him. Wrapping his arm around Droct’s still form, Bee looked up at the blackness of the mine shaft and just enjoyed the warmth of holding his friend for a while.

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