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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: Just a Dream?
Pairing: Bumblebee/Wasp; Bumblebee/Waspinator
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, bondage, DP, mild violence, non-con, oral, PWP, rimming, squick, sticky
Summary: (AU: Follows the fic Following a Different Path) Bumblebee encounters a nightmare.
A/N: Requested fic for Ms. Bumblebee. I know it doesn’t exactly follow your prompt, but I always tend to twist things. ;)

A dimly lit room surrounded Bumblebee, and the yellow mech shivered in fright as a large shadow loomed over him.

“No! Wasp, stop!” Bumblebee yelled. “Please, listen to me! I can help you! We can fix this!”

His once kind mate was changed into a techno-organic nightmare, towering over him, mandibles clicking in agitation. The techno-organic lunged at Bumblebee, tackling the smaller mech to the ground. Bumblebee thrashed and shivered in terror as his mate’s face, drew closer to his, breath hot against his cheeks.

“Waspinator doesn’t need fixing,” the techno-organic growled. “Waspinator is stronger, faster, better. Why does Bee-bot want to ruin that for Waspinator?”

“I--I just want my mate back,” Bumblebee stammered.

“Waspinator is still Bee-bot’s mate,” the green mech murmured, nuzzling the nape of Bumblebee’s tense neck. “Nothing changes that. Waspinator loves Bee-bot. Waspinator will always love Bee-bot.”

“Then please…let me help you,” Bumblebee begged.

Waspinator grinned wickedly. “Yes…Bee-bot can help Waspinator.”

Bumblebee almost sighed in relief, but he inwardly cringed when Waspinator’s pelvic plating retracted, erect plug pushing out. He gaped in shock as a second shaft emerged from a slit in the techno-organic’s metasoma.

“Wasp…no…you can’t,” Bumblebee gasped.

“Touch Waspinator,” the techno-organic growled, ignoring the smaller mech’s plea.

“No,” Bumblebee growled back.

“Waspinator wants his mate,” the green mech snarled. “Waspinator will have Bee-bot.”

Bumblebee gritted his dentals and spat out, “I’m sorry.”

“Wh--gaah!” Waspinator screamed.

A sharp kick struck Waspinator’s exposed groin, causing the techno-organic to double over in pain. Bumblebee scrambled away and darted down a dark hallway, desperately searching for an exit. He heard the loud beating of wings and his mate’s furious roar. The techno-organic was soon after him, flying up and knocking Bumblebee to the floor, causing the smaller mech to cry out in alarm as the green mech painfully tugged his arms behind his back and cuffed them. He was flung face first into Waspinator’s metasoma, shaft inches from his mouth. He screamed in agony when Waspinator’s servo slammed over his aft, sending a sharp, stinging pain coursing up his backside.

“Bee-bot needs to be punished,” Waspinator snarled.

Blow after violent blow continued to rain down on his aft, denting the metal. Waspinator used another servo to grab Bumblebee’s helm, pushing the smaller mech toward his second plug. When another strike caused Bumblebee to cry out, Waspinator shoved hard, forcing the smaller mech to swallow down his length. Bumblebee gagged and struggled in Waspinator’s hold as the techno-organic’s plug plunged down his throat, thrusting in and out at a fast pace.

“Hmm…Bee-bot doing good,” Waspinator moaned, using another servo to pat Bumblebee’s helm. “Bee-bot deserves a reward. Open up for Waspinator.”

Bumblebee growled around Waspinator’s plug, resisting the urge to bite down on the pulsing length, not wanting to harm his mate even as he was degraded. He refused to comply with the green mech’s demand.

“Hmm…Waspinator has a way to open Bee-bot up,” the techno-organic chuckled.

Wires suddenly slithered from Waspinator’s fourth servo, searching and connecting with several panels in Bumblebee, sending out a pulse of electricity that forced his protective plating to retract. Waspinator hungrily lapped and sucked on Bumblebee’s exposed port, causing the smaller mech to tremble and moan in pleasure.

“Bee-bot tastes delicious,” Waspinator mewled in between swipes of his glossa, “but Waspinator wants to get inside Bee-bot.”

Bumblebee managed to tear his mouth away, coughing out, “Please stop! Wasp, please, don’t force me!”

Waspinator chuckled, “Bee-bot not very convincing. Bee-bot wants Waspinator.”

The yellow mech wailed in despair as he was positioned over the techno-organic’s groin, grimacing as the thick length pierced him. He screamed louder when Waspinator’s second plug eased into his stretched opening.

“Ah! Stop! Hurts!” Bumblebee screamed. “You’re tearing me apart!”

“Relax Bee-bot,” Waspinator cooed, lowering a servo to fondle the smaller mech’s plug. “Bee-bot is going to feel so much pleasure.”

“Ah! Ah! It hurts!” Bumblebee sobbed, oily tears stinging his optics. “Wasp, my mate, please stop!”

“Bee-bot…Waspinator’s beautiful mate…Waspinator not stopping,” the green mech snarled.

Bumblebee woke from recharge, abruptly sitting upright and panting hard, drenched in condensation. After a few moments, his intakes regulated and he laid back down, snuggling close to Wasp’s sleeping form. The green mech murmured in his sleep and wrapped his arm around Bumblebee, tugging the yellow mech into a tight embrace. Bumblebee’s processor nervously raced in thought. The nightmare was odd, graphic, and extremely unsettling. It made no sense, and Bumblebee knew he should have been able to shrug the nightmare off, but for some reason, it resonated in his processor and made him feel very uncomfortable. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud banging on the berthroom door.

“Hey! Little buddy!” Bulkhead’s voice boomed behind the door. “Our shift is going to start. Time to start work.”

Bumblebee shifted and Wasp groaned in agitation, slowly waking and tugging the yellow mech back to him. “Stinkin’ mudflap.”

“Don’t call him that,” Bumblebee growled, squirming in Wasp’s grip, “and let me go, brat. I have a shift to start.”

“No, don’t go,” Wasp mewled, kissing Bumblebee’s neck. “Stay here and keep me warm.” He leered over at Bumblebee. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Bumblebee smiled warmly and shook his helm. “You know I can’t. Boss-bot will blow a gasket if I’m late for another repair job.” He tenderly kissed Wasp. “Now, let me get to work on time, and I’ll promise to make it worth your while later.”

Wasp chuckled and gave Bumblebee a passionate kiss before releasing the smaller mech. “Oh, all right. Just be careful out there, my lovely mate.”

“I will, my insatiable bondmate,” Bumblebee laughed, crawling off the berth and exiting the room.

He frowned as he walked down the hallway with Bulkhead. For now, he would keep the nightmare a secret. After all, it was just a dream.

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