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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: Following a Different Path
Pairing: Wasp/Bumblebee; Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, D/s, oral, rimming, slash, spank, sticky, voyeur
Summary: (AU; 4/?) A newcomer joins the repair crew and stirs up some jealous feelings. Wasp is eager to make it clear who Bumblebee belongs to.
A/N: Thanks for the kind review StSe. :)

Wasp never did like change, and everything changed the moment Prowl joined the maintenance crew. He had been happy with his close knit family and beloved mate, and they didn’t need some haughty ninjabot around. Prowl was often brooding and quiet, save for the times the bot was giving snide remarks. Most of those remarks were aimed at him or Bumblebee. He could sense that Prowl didn’t like him, and although the ninjabot tried to pass the same feelings of agitation toward Bumblebee, he could sense something was off. He often found Prowl watching Bumblebee, gaze intense and lost in thought. There were several times he caught Prowl sneaking glances at Bumblebee’s plump lips, slim hips, long legs, and firm aft. Another mech was scoping out his mate, and his processor was starting to boil over in rage.

“C’mon, show me a few moves,” Bumblebee begged. “Please?”

Wasp grumbled to himself, and his servo clenched hard around a cube of energon. Bumblebee was a few feet away from him in the mess hall, pleading, as usual, for the ninjabot to teach a few Metallikato moves. It was Bumblebee’s nature to be outgoing and try to make friends with everyone, but Wasp didn’t understand why the yellow mech was going to such great lengths to impress the ninjabot.

“Leave me in peace,” Prowl growled. “I’m in no mood for your games.”

“I’m being serious,” Bumblebee sighed. “I’ve watched you out on repairs. I want to be graceful like you. Please Prowl?”

Prowl took a sip of energon and smirked. “I suppose I could teach you a move or two, but training will be long and difficult…and you aren’t the most patient bot I’ve met. Are you sure you’re up to this?”

“Sure thing!” Bumblebee beamed. “When can we start?”

“Right now,” Prowl replied. “We can begin with meditation positions.”

Bumblebee’s shoulders slumped, and he grumbled, “Meditation? That sounds so boring.” He sighed when Prowl glared at him. “Fine. Fine. Show me your…meditation positions.”

Wasp rolled his optics as Prowl got up from the table and stood before Bumblebee. Prowl lifted his right leg and bent it until his heel was touching his other leg. Bumblebee tried to mimic Prowl’s actions but stumbled, bumping into the ninjabot and nearly knocking the other mech to the floor. Balancing himself, Prowl stood behind Bumblebee and placed one servo on the yellow mech’s shoulder and hip, straightening the bot’s posture.

The cube of energon in Wasp’s servo shattered under intense pressure. This was too much for him. He was tempted to walk over and shout his claim over Bumblebee into Prowl’s faceplates, but he knew that would only upset his mate. He would just have to show Prowl that Bumblebee belonged to him.

The next orbital cycle, Wasp led Bumblebee down to the loading dock. He had witnessed Prowl entering a few minutes prior and knowing that the ninjabot would be desperate to avoid them, would probably hide until they left. The ship was currently in flight, so there was only one way in and out. Wasp grinned wickedly as he quickly pinned Bumblebee against a crate. Prowl was about to witness quite a show.

“W--Wasp? What are you doing?” Bumblebee grumbled, trying to free his pinned wrists.

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” Wasp cooed, leaning in closer to bite Bumblebee’s neck cables.

“Y--You can’t be serious!” Bumblebee snapped. “If someone walks in---”

“So what?” Wasp mumbled. “Getting caught makes this all the more exciting.”

Bumblebee whimpered as Wasp’s knee worked in between his legs, gently rubbing over his groin in a teasing friction. “We…really shouldn’t…”

“I want to ravish you in every room of this ship,” Wasp growled, licking over Bumblebee’s audio, “and nothing is going to stop me from achieving that goal.”

Bumblebee was about to protest again, but Wasp’s lips crushed his mouth in a searing kiss. The yellow mech found his resolve weakening, and he eagerly returned the kiss, swiping his glossa over the green mech’s lips. Wasp noticed the tension fading in Bumblebee’s body, and he released the yellow mech’s wrists, servos drifting down to fondle the bot’s hips, reaching around to give Bee’s aft a hard smack, eliciting a soft squeak.

“Lay down for me on the crate,” Wasp ordered.

Bumblebee did as commanded, gasping as Wasp roughly grabbed his hips and lifted until his aft was in the air, and his pedes were pushed back toward his helm. The position was awkward for Bumblebee, and he squirmed in discomfort as his back started to ache.

“Open up for me, Bee,” Wasp murmured. “I want you to be able to watch as I devour that delicious port of yours.”

Whimpering, Bumblebee slid back his paneling, body going rigid as Wasp instantly dove down and kept true to his word. He screamed and thrashed as Wasp’s glossa swirled over the lining of his opening before shoving inside, clenching his optics shut as the appendage wiggled inside him, sensors blazing with pleasure. He let out a panicked cry when Wasp suddenly pulled away, and he gazed pleadingly at his mate.

“Keep those optics online, Bee,” Wasp chided. “Keep watching me or I’ll stop again. Understood?”

“Y--Yes,” Bumblebee stammered. “Just…ahh…please…”

“Please what?” Wasp growled, sliding his glossa over Bumblebee’s thigh. “Beg for me. You know how I love hearing you beg.”

“Please…shove your glossa back in me,” Bumblebee pleaded.

Wasp delivered a lick to Bumblebee’s port, tip teasing the opening but never breaching. “Yeah…I can do that for you. Keep talking to me. Let me know how much you love it.”

“Y--Yes! Slag yes!” Bumblebee yelled, hips bucking as Wasp’s glossa slid back in. “Oh! More! More! Please! Wasp!”

Bumblebee reached for his rigid plug, intent on stroking himself and relieving the unbearable pressure slowly building, but he cried out as a harsh smack rained down on his aft.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to touch yourself,” Wasp snarled.

“Wasp…please…let me…I need to overload!” Bumblebee whined. “You’re torturing me!”

“I suppose you could consider this punishment…for all flirting you’ve been doing with Prowl,” Wasp growled.

Bumblebee huffed, “Don’t start that slag up again. He’s uptight. I’m just trying to get him to loosen up a bit.” He grinned seductively at Wasp, servos tenderly rubbing the green mech’s helm. “Besides…he’s nothing compared to you, my handsome mate. Don’t be so jealous, hmm? I love you. I always will, and I’ll always want you…only you. I…ungh!!”

Wasp’s glossa shoved deep into Bumblebee’s port, and the yellow mech writhed and wailed, struggling to keep his optics locked with Wasp’s, not wanting the green mech to end the pleasure that was now so close to exploding. With a few more licks, Bumblebee shouted and overloaded, shaking violently and then going limp, panting hard as his fans kicked in to regulate the heat in his frame.

“Was that good, my darling mate?” Wasp asked, easing Bumblebee’s hips down.

“It was amazing…but I would prefer something else,” Bumblebee responded, grasping his thighs and pulling his legs back, giving Wasp ample view of his pert aft. “I want your cable pounding into my port and stretching me wide open. Please? Give it to me? I want you…need you so much, Wasp. Please? Please take me?”

Leaning over, Wasp passionately kissed Bumblebee, teasing the yellow mech’s hot, wet opening with his fingertips. “Want you too, Bee. Want you so badly.” He pulled away and laid out on the floor, stiff cable pushing free from his retracting plating. “Ride me.”

Shaking, Bumblebee slid off the crate and straddled Wasp’s hips, positioning his aft over the mech’s twitching shaft. Wasp tightly grasped Bumblebee’s waist, guiding the yellow mech down, both crying out as they connected. He allowed Bumblebee to slide down, forcing the yellow mech to stop when he was halfway inside.

“Please…no more teasing,” Bumblebee whimpered. “ I need you to ‘face me, Wasp. Hard and fast. Now!”

“Like this?” Wasp growled, thrusting up hard, burying himself fully. He lowered a servo, wrapping it over Bumblebee’s pulsing length, jerking it in time with his pumping hips. “Want more, Bee? Want me to pound that cute, tight little aft of yours?”

“Ah! Yes! Just like that!” Bumblebee screamed. “Harder! I need it…ahhh…harder! Primus please! Slag me! Slag me!”

Snarling in lust, Wasp increased the tempo of his thrusting his hips, shuddering as Bumblebee rammed back down with equal force. “Ungh! Slag! You’re so hot…so fraggin’ hot around me! Ah! Too soon! I’m gonna overload too soon!”

Bumblebee traced his lips along Wasp’s jaw, whispering into the green mech’s audio, “Overload. I want to feel you spill inside me…ngh…fill me up with your hot lubricant. Come on…Wasp…fill up my aching port…”

“Bumblebee!” Wasp yelled, rhythm growing erratic as he climaxed.

Following his mate in overload, Bumblebee buried his face in Wasp’s neck. “Wasp…hmm…I want more…”

“Greedy, pretty little thing aren’t you?” Wasp chuckled, giving Bumblebee’s aft a light smack.

Laughing, Bumblebee turned around and wiggled his aft. Wasp licked his lips hungrily as he gazed at Bumblebee’s port, lubricant trickling and staining quivering, yellow thighs. The sight aroused him as well as the sweet, heady scent of their lovemaking. He fondled Bumblebee’s aft, lapping away the fluids, causing the yellow mech to mewl and tremble as the soft appendage slid inside.

“Hmm…yes…shove your glossa in me!” Bumblebee growled, rolling his hips. “Feels…oohh.…so…ahh…slaggin’….mmm…good!! Wasp…oh Wasp!” The erotic cries from his mate sent chills down Wasp’s back, and the yellow mech smirked. “Oh…Wasp…your plug is hard again.” Whimpering in bliss, he rubbed his finger along the green mech’s girth. “Should I suck you off or just---AH!!”

Three hard slaps landed on Bumblebee’s aft, and the yellow mech took the hint to stop teasing. He swallowed down Wasp’s cable, sucking half the length as he pumped the base, whining around the hard metal as the green mech’s servo reached around for his plug. Minutes flew by, and both mechs drew closer to another overload. Wasp yanked Bumblebee back around, causing the yellow mech to yelp in shock and frustration.

“Need your sweet spark now!” Wasp snarled. “Open your spark chamber! Need to bond! Need to merge with you right now! You’re driving me insane!”

“Yes…want that too Wasp!” Bumblebee growled, opening his chest plates, spark beating wildly. “Now…please…take me!”

Slamming his lips over Bumblebee’s mouth, Wasp smashed their chest plates together, merging their engorged sparks. Both wailed, cursed, and clawed at one another, kiss growing savage as they peaked. Drenched in condensation, they clung to one another as they rode out their overload.

“Enjoy yourself?” Wasp murmured, nuzzling Bumblebee’s cheek.

“I think you all ready know the answer,” Bumblebee replied, tenderly kissing Wasp. “Hmm…tired…”

Wasp yawned and snuggled closer to Bumblebee. “Wouldn’t hurt to take a short nap here. Our shifts don’t start until next orbital cycle anyway.” He gave Bumblebee another sweet kiss. “Love you, Bee.”

“Love you too…Wasp,” Bumblebee murmured back, drifting off into recharge.

Before drifting off as well, Wasp caught Prowl sneaking out from behind a huge stack of crates, limping toward the doorway. He could see a trail of lubricant glistening down the ninjabot’s thigh. He hadn’t expected Prowl getting off on their show, and it irritated him. He just hoped that the ninjabot got the message: Bumblebee was his mate.

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