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The Game	By : bleedingink Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 1734 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, nor am I making any profit by writing this story.

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Warnings: Non-con, S&M, and shooting peoples' brains out?

Bumblebee stared down at his useless limbs as the seeker approached him. What was he going to do? He couldn’t defend himself; not in his current state. Out of the corner of his vision, he caught sight of Skywarp’s boots; the man was now standing before him, smiling down at his dilapidated form. “Poor little Autobrat…” he mocked, “Look at you—so pathetic.” And just as he said that, two other Decepticons stepped out from the shadows, each holding similar weapons. The older one, the blonde assumed, was Thundercracker and the other, judging by his accent, had to have been Rumble. This wasn’t good; the former cassette had the wounded trapped, while the solid seeker kept Skyfire pinned under his loaded assault rifle.

Skywarp then knelt down and used the barrel of his weapon to lift the youth’s chin. “I think I’ll have some fun with you.” Keeping his rifle trained on Bumblebee, the dark-haired man removed a skinning knife and proceeded to tear the clothing from the Autobot’s battered form. He began to scrutinize the bruises and stitched-up lacerations dotting the smooth skin, and he reached out to graze his fingertips along the edge of one, reveling in how the boy trembled beneath his touch. “Lovely,” he purred.

“Please… Just kill me and get it over with.”

“I’m not going to kill you… Not yet.”

He flipped the smaller male onto his belly, pinning him there. This provided Bumblebee with a good view of Ratchet’s lifeless body; he was just within arms’ reach. He could hear the medic now—how frustrated he would get if he had to treat his wounds once again. It brought a small smile to his bloodied lips, but his amusement cut to agony as he felt something long and thick enter one of his more narrow lesions. He screamed as pain shot through his body with each movement; Skywarp twisted and hooked his finger, thrusting to and fro within the slick flesh.

“Yeah, scream you little bitch!”

The other Decepticons laughed, even more amused by the horrified expressions plastered on Bumblebee’s fellow Autobots. “Help me!” he cried. The others were too afraid to move and Skyfire just hung his head, trying to block out the boy’s painful sobs. With a single shove, the dark seeker had his victim secure and somewhat quiet. “I’m just getting you ready, Bumblebee… Don’t you wanna be ready for what’s to come?” More laughs erupted from the trio—laughs that were quickly drowned out by more agonizing wails; Skywarp had penetrated the youth’s wound, stretching it further to accommodate his massive size; the stitches popping out with each forceful thrust.

“Heh, so what about our quarry?” Rumble asked, whilst keeping his gaze locked on the gruesome scene. Thundercracker frowned and glanced to Ratchet; “We could bring his body to Megatron—” “And let Skywarp take the heat for killing him? That’s the best plan you’ve ever came up with, TC!” The seeker growled at the shorter male and walked up to Skyfire.

“Perhaps you can pose as the lead medical officer…”

“…call off your brother.”

“You’ll come regardless.” Thundercracker pulled the scientist aside and aimed his rifle at the wounded Autobots. “Rumble?” “I thought you’d never ask!” Gunshots rang out, loud and copious; the shouts and cries of those helpless few as skulls shattered and blood flitted about them, but nothing could distract Skywarp from dominating his precious Autobot. If anything, it enhanced the situation…

He withdrew his member from the wound, which was now bleeding profusely, and pulled the boy back against his chest. “You’ll enjoy this… I promise.” And without another word, he penetrated his unprepared entrance, pressing to the hilt. Bumblebee emitted a hoarse cry and used the last bit of his strength to make an escape, but it was futile; the seeker was gripping his hips tightly, leaving indentations. “Amazing,” he groaned, relishing the tight, slick walls constricting his cock. “I never imagined… the human body was capable of such pleasure…”

Bumblebee felt his body respond in kind to the seeker’s vigorous fuck; the man hit something deep within, causing a lustful moan to erupt from his throat. Those who survived the Decepticons’ onslaught fought to keep their mouths shut as their little scout succumbed to Skywarp’s talent.

“Say my name…”

The blonde cringed and attempted to bury his face in the stone floor; “No…”

“Do it!”

Another series of hard thrusts; sharp jabs to the prostate sent Bumblebee into a trembling fit. “S-Skywarp!” The owner of said name was grinning like the sly fox he was, “Yes~!” His pace began to falter—his orgasm was closing in; the heat began to build and the Autobot forced himself onto his hands and knees, boldly moving his hips back to meet Skywarp’s own. Perhaps he could end this quicker…

“Faster… f-faster…”

The dark-haired male was happy to oblige, and his victim finally fell forward onto the floor and groaned; his body shook as he came, the slick walls of his anus now clenching around the other’s member. Skywarp grunted as the sensations came flooding through his body, his hips jerking as he, too, climaxed, filling the smaller man to the rim. “Yes… I might keep you for myself.” He dealt feather-light touches along Bumblebee’s hips before withdrawing, letting the last jets of hot, sticky fluid caress his backside.

“Disgusting,” Skyfire whispered.

“Heheh, I thought it was pretty hot myself.” Thundercracker scowled at Rumble, then turned to the former shuttle; “Come on. Time to go.” He proceeded to escort him out of the cathedral; “Skywarp! Let’s go, you trigger-happy moron!” The seeker smiled down at the Autobot as he fixed his pants. “See ya later, Autobitch.”

One… Two… Three…

Silence.

They were gone. Finally.

Bumblebee slowly lifted himself into a seated position, absently grabbing for his pants while he gazed out at the others. They were just as somber as their so-called sanctuary. “’Bee…” He glanced over to where Ratchet laid and watched intently; Maybe I’m just hearing things… But that same voice came again, “…Bumblebee.” The blanket crumpled and shifted aside to expose the familiar visage of the old medic. Bumblebee jumped to his knees; “But how?! You were shot!” Ratchet smiled and lifted his shirt to reveal a thick bulletproof vest. “Oh…” “I’m sorry, kid… I just laid here while you—” “Where can I get a bulletproof vest?” His smile faded as the boy was quick to change the subject; “Let me rest a bit, and I’ll take you back to Headquarters to get one.” Bumblebee offered his own expression of contentedness and resumed fixing his uniform, paying no mind to Ratchet’s worried gaze.

“They took Skyfire,” he murmured.

Ratchet frowned and shook his head; “Meaning we’re one flier short. Prime’s going to be pissed.”

NightOwl says that was my first time writing a sex scene. Was it good? Bad? Reviews would be nice…
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