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Already Broken

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Red Alert

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Harley: It may interest people to know that I’ve actually run out of chapters to put up with “You Lost” which is a shame. *clouts Lizard* But don’t worry, I have other fics ongoing at the same time.

Red Alert: Now for some self-harm – I’m sure nobody will argue with alien robots being able to do that! Although at the moment it’s not that bad. It’ll get worse.

Harley: Also, sex!

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Chapter Four: Removal of Parts

Sunstreaker stared at his bodywork. He wasn't sure of how much of his bodywork he could remove, but he wanted to cut down on the extra weight. Side mirrors, his spoiler, door handles, hell, even his steering wheel. After he'd removed the seats, it wasn't as if humans were going to be driving him anymore. As long as he didn't damage his paint job, the rest of it was fine.

He extended one leg and peered down at it, scanning and observing carefully with his optics. There wasn't a great deal there to get rid of, and the story was the same for his arms. Grumbling, he brought one hand to his left shoulder, anxiously fingering one of his side mirrors. Could he - would he - get away with getting shot of those? Would anybody notice? Sunstreaker glared at himself in the mirror, feeling sick with hatred. This was ridiculous. If he wanted to look better, to lose weight, he had to get rid of anything he didn't need, no questions asked. He couldn't stop to think about it. If he did, he'd wimp out. Sunstreaker was no fan of pain... but he was a rabid fan of beauty, and he knew it.

Sideswipe would probably notice, he admitted to himself. They were brothers, after all. He'd be somewhat offended if Sides didn't notice him removing unimportant parts. But of course he had to do this on the quiet. Maybe somewhere he wouldn't be noticed. In private.

Perhaps he could sneak into the washracks at night. At least that way there would be plenty of water to wash away any resulting fluids. It'd hide the evidence.

Sunstreaker settled down in his bunk again, to wait for night. Then he could sneak into the washracks. Of course it might sting a little, but nobody would notice. That was the important thing.

He'd start with the side mirrors. After all, with no humans inside him there was no need for them. He flopped down onto his back and laced his fingers over his stomach, anxiously wishing for time to pass more quickly, for day to fade into the pastel sunset and then to night. The sooner that weight was off, the better.

It was around then that Sideswipe walked into their room, looking down at Sunstreaker, "Hey, have you removed some of your parts?" he asked his brother, looking a little concerned.

Sunstreaker shifted on the berth and lifted his head to look at his brother, his expression cold, "Unimportant parts, bits I don't need," he answered, his jaw clenching. What was it with his fellow Autobots and being nosy?

"Hey, I was only worried about you," Sides said with a frown, "I was just thinking-"

"Well don't!" Sunstreaker interrupted, more than just a little angry, "It's none of your damn business! Keep your fraggin' nose out of it and go bother someone else!" Sunstreaker resented the words before they'd even escaped from his mouth. He loved his brother, really he did - but the yellow twin was not forgiving in any way, shape or form. Sideswipe knew this; so why did he continue to probe and be so irritating? Was he suddenly spying for Red Alert or something?

Sideswipe looked hurt, "I just wanted to help," he said, leaving the room again, "I just..." he sighed "I get worried about you, that's all... you just seem so worried lately..."

"I'm NOT," Sunstreaker snapped, shifting around on his bunk so he had his back to the door. He folded his arms and pouted, trying to stop his lower lip wobbling out of control. He didn't like hurting Sideswipe... but he was asking for it.

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Some time passed, and eventually it was night time. Time to start sneaking into the washracks. Chances were nobody would be there. He could remove all of his unimportant parts. With any luck nobody would notice.

Sunstreaker swung his legs round and slipped off his bunk, quietly heading over the door and pulling it open. The corridor was deserted. Sneaking out on light feet the yellow Lamborghini treaded the corridors carefully, picking his way towards the washracks. He came close to walking headlong into Prowl, who was on late night duty no doubt, escaping only by cramming himself into the conveniently placed, if tiny, storage room nearby. He could not afford to be found - if he was, Sunstreaker knew he would most likely end up in the med bay being interrogated by Wheeljack and a royally pissed off Ratchet. And that, he didn't want.

The Lamborghini snuck his way down to the washracks, and settled into a corner, producing a screwdriver. Some of this would take some time to remove. He didn't want to be caught. Wheeljack would be mad about him worming his way out of this one. Ratchet would be furious. And everybody would start insisting that he was damaging himself.

What did they know, anyway? They weren't him! Sunstreaker turned the screwdriver over and over in his hands for a moment, then brought it to one shoulder. He fumbled and fiddled with it while trying to get it into the top of the first screw, his shaking hands not allowing for such a delicate operation.

Finally he managed to remove the left hand wing mirror, and put it to one side. Then he started working on the other wing mirror. A good start. The parts inside were a lot more complicated. The steering wheel was particularly difficult to remove, but he took off other parts to loosen them.

Being only a 'mere warrior', however, Sunstreaker hadn't known that there was delicate, sensitive circuitry inside that damned wheel. After removing the screws he had gleefully ripped the wheel out, only to be rewarded by a white-hot jolt of pain and the horrible sensation of warm energon flowing over his chest and torso. Sunstreaker cursed and winced, flinging the wheel to one side with the wing mirrors and trying desperately to stem the flow of energon with his hands. Seems the washracks were a good choice of place.

Clamping his hands over the Energon pouring out of his chassis, he tried to stem the flow, "Stop... I need it to stop..." he whispered, putting pressure on the cuts.

Finally the amount of pressure he had put on the torn fuel lines stopped the bleeding, and rather more carefully, Sunstreaker continued to remove the parts.

He moved on to the windscreen wipers. Unable to see any screws he could get to without trashing his paintjob or windscreen, Sunstreaker gripped the first one, held his breath, and pulled hard. The wiper came off quite easily in his hand with minimal energon - but the pain was the same, the wipers being a sensitive part of any car mech's body. He flung the wiper aside in disgust before moving onto the next one.

As he was breaking off the wipers, he became aware of somebody knocking on the washrack doors, "Hey, is anybody in there?" Bumblebee called into the room, sounding a little worried.

Sunstreaker stifled a gasp and scrabbled quickly and quietly to his feet, quickly gathering up all the severed parts in his arms. The yellow twin stood helpless in the middle of the room, energon dripping heavily onto the floor from his body. Where to? What if Bumblebee came inside? How was he supposed to hide the parts and clear up the energon in a matter of seconds?

Bumblebee pushed open the door. The first thing he saw was Sunstreaker, standing in the middle of the washroom and looking terrified. Energon and oil was trickling down his body. Bumblebee's hand slowly rose to his mouth as he stared at one of his friends, bleeding all over the floor, "Sunny?" he asked, shocked.

Sunstreaker stepped back by reflex, his optics flaring eerily bright for a split second, "What?" He stared almost fretfully at the young soldier in front of him, mentally kicking himself for being discovered so soon and so easily. "What are you doing here?" Sunstreaker demanded with a girly stomp of one foot.

"Sunny, you... you've got Energon all over you!" Bumblebee stated, "What have you been doing to yourself?" he stepped forward in an attempt to grab hold of Sunstreaker and pull him out of the washroom, "Let me take you to Ratchet!" he said, reaching for his friend.

"Get off!" Sunstreaker hissed through his dental plating, taking another big step backwards, "What makes you assume I did this, huh? Instinct? Or just plain stupidity!?" The Lamborghini curled his arms tighter around the now redundant parts, as though to protect them.

"I... I don't know, I’m just worried about you," Bumblebee returned, "How did you hurt yourself like this?"

Sunstreaker angrily raised his voice, "Answer my question first!"

Bumblebee found himself getting angry, "Maybe the way you're the only person in the room, and you're holding all your own parts?" he asked.

Sunstreaker jerked his head down at the parts then looked up again, unable to say anything. He'd just been bested by a mech millions of years younger than him. The shame - now Bumblebee was better than him as well! "What're you even doing here?! Keep your slaggin' nose out of my business!"

"I came here to get washed up," Bumblebee pointed out, "Are you hurting yourself? I'm going to tell Optimus Prime right now if you are!"

"Don't you fragging DARE!" Sunstreaker spat, hurling the parts of him to the floor, "This is none of your business!"

"Are you?!" Bumblebee repeated, louder, "Because I'm not going to stand around and let you! No matter whose business it is!"

"Read my lips!" Sunstreaker leant forward and mouthed out the words, "None. Of. Your. Business!! Get it into that thick head of yours! It doesn't concern you!"

"Thick head?!" Bumblebee pouted, "I was only trying to help!" He grabbed Sunstreaker's arm, "I'm taking you to see Ratchet right now!"

"Don't you dare! Get off me!" Sunstreaker attempted to yank his arm away; but he was only to be shocked by the strength of the young 'bot. Having not eaten or rested all day, Sunstreaker was in absolutely no position to retaliate. Even so he tried desperately to rip Bumblebee's fingers off his arm, before swallowing all the pride he had left and thrashing around like an animal. What else could he do?

"Sunny, what have you been doing to yourself?" Bumblebee asked, sounding worried and keeping hold of Sunstreaker, "You're really worrying me!"

"Tough!" Sunstreaker snapped, attempting to get a hold of a nearby doorhandle or corner to hold onto so that he could no longer be dragged, "NOT your business!"

"You're about as strong as a week old Sparkling!" Bumblebee replied, staring at Sunstreaker. He wasn't dragging Sunstreaker, but he was keeping his grip on the other mech's arm.

Sunstreaker said nothing. Instead he just emitted a plethora of growled curses, semi-audible whimpers of effort, and choked sobs of despair. First he'd been beaten by that camp Corvette Tracks; now he'd had his pride raped by a puny Minibot. With this in mind he struggled some more, not seeming to notice he wasn't being dragged. He was in such a state he couldn't have noticed even had he been trying.

Bumblebee soon realised that Sunstreaker was crying, "What's wrong?" he asked, letting go of Sunny. He waited as Sunstreaker just slumped to his knees, and knelt beside him, "Tell me what's wrong, please Sunny!"

"Nothing, I said slaggin' nothin'!" Sunstreaker half-slurred, dragging one forearm across his face in an attempt to clear the tears. He slumped onto his side and quickly offlined his optics, the suddenly gyrating world making him feel more than a little sick. He could hear Bumblebee scuffling on his knees - shifting a little closer maybe? Who knew. Sunstreaker just wanted to wish himself out of this mess. And damn, did he try.

Bumblebee wrapped his arms loosely around Sunstreaker's shoulders, trying to comfort the other mech, "Look, if there's something really wrong with you, then you can tell me," he said, "I know how to keep a secret, you know."

"Why should I trust you?" Sunstreaker cursed as he visibly shuddered from the feeling of Bumblebee's arms, "You'll just go and relay it all back to Prime!" He wrenched himself away from Bumblebee and flicked his vision back on, praying to Primus above he wouldn't be seeing through kaleidoscopic optics. He scrabbled a few metres across the floor before slumping down again, suddenly exhausted.

Bumblebee followed him, "Please, Sunny," he pleaded, "Even if you are angry with me, I didn't mean... I mean... I don't want you to hurt yourself!" he embraced Sunstreaker again, "Just like all of your friends feel. Nobody wants you to injure yourself this way!" he turned Sunstreaker's face to look at him, "Please, calm down!"

"Then why do they treat me as they do!?" Sunstreaker howled, clawing at his face, "Just get lost! Go away! Scram!!"

"I'm not treating you like anything!" Bumblebee pleaded, grabbing at Sunstreaker's hands in an attempt to stop him from scratching his face, "Stop hurting yourself!"

Sunstreaker stared down his nose at Bumblebee for a moment, then went back to clawing at his face. He dug his heels into the floor, proceeding to push himself back to slam the back of his head and shoulders into the wall. He offlined his optics again, the world going unpleasantly odd again.

"No, no, NO!" Bumblebee shouted, pinning Sunstreaker on his back to the floor. He gripped Sunny's wrists, and pinned them by his sides, "Stop it! Stop hurting yourself!" he cried out, looking down at the other yellow mech, even if he couldn't look back at him right now, "Please stop hurting yourself..." he begged, releasing Sunny's left wrist and stroking his cheek.

Sunstreaker jerked his head away, now utterly disgusted by the touch, "Get off of me!!" he snarled, using his free hand to grope for purchase on the floor. He attempted to haul himself up on just that one arm; but to no avail, as he was still far too weak. He moaned in defeat and dropped back down, suddenly both emotionally and physically shattered.

"Stop hurting yourself..." Bumblebee pleaded again, "You could do yourself some real damage!"

Sunstreaker didn't bother with a reply. He just lay there panting, waiting for Bumblebee to get the slag off him so he could make a break for it... if he decided he was strong enough, that was. Otherwise... it'd come to blows. Weak blows... but still blows. No doubt Bumblebee would end up whining for Ratchet, who'd most likely decapitate him for punishment, or reformat him into a desk lamp, or hand him over to Prime. Primus above... what had he done?

Bumblebee bent over and picked Sunstreaker up in his arms, carrying him, "You're in terrible shape," he said, "I'm taking you to your room. Sideswipe will know what to do with you."

Sunstreaker immediately jerked back to the land of the alert, shocked, "Don't you dare! Don't! Just don't!" he howled, this time in an attempt to alert any one of over twenty sleeping mechs whose rooms were nearby - not Sunstreaker's preferred outcome, but anything was better than being dragged back to his room by the stinking yellow runt.

"What?" Bumblebee stared down at him, "Then where do you suggest I take you? My room?" His words were full of disbelief and mocking, as if he didn't believe for one moment that Sunstreaker would ever agree to such a thing.

"No! Primus above, just leave me here, better to be found here than in your room of all places!!"

"I'm not leaving you here to hurt yourself some more!" Bumblebee replied angrily.

"You know what!? Fine! Fine, if it'll stop you whinging and whining about self-harm and all that slag!" Sunstreaker snapped and sulked in Bumblebee's arms, his face drawn with exhaustion and anger at the same time. Bumblebee didn't know what Sunstreaker had done to himself - but, in all honesty, he wasn't sure if he even wanted to know.

Bumblebee sighed and carried Sunstreaker to his room, entering his room and putting the mech on his own bed, "I just didn't want you to hurt yourself," he said quietly, stroking Sunny's cheek. He sighed to himself and sat on a chair.

Sunstreaker shifted painfully onto his front, shooting a half-hearted glare over at the other yellow mech. How dare he convince him to come back here? How DARE he!? ... Though his bed was comfy, mind... and at least he wouldn't be found and interrogated by the likes of Prowl or whoever. And he wouldn't have to face Sideswipe until morning. That was a plus, Sunstreaker supposed.

Bumblebee rubbed his own face, then looked back at Sunstreaker, "Feeling any better?" he asked with a slight smile. In accuracy, he looked unhappy, "I can patch up those tears in your armour," he added, moving forward to bind up the places where Sunny was bleeding from.

"I feel," Sunstreaker growled, "Terrible." He hauled himself up into a slight seated position despite the dull, throbbing ache of a pain all over his body. He eyed Bumblebee, wary of what he would do.

Bumblebee watched him with caution, then bent forward and started to patch up the places where Sunstreaker had torn his own armour. Soon he had stopped the Energon from trickling, and was keeping the oil from running too.

Sunstreaker had continued to sulk, only moving to watch as Bumblebee patched him up with the skill of the likes of First Aid or Swoop. Had he previously been a trainee medic in the Academy or something? ... Either way, Sunstreaker decided he liked the delicate brush of fingers against his armour, and so made no move to push the other mech away.

"Why did you hurt yourself?" Bumblebee asked him, "You ripped a load of your parts off! You could have killed yourself!" When Sunstreaker fell silent, Bumblebee stroked his face again, "Please, I just want to help," he said quietly.

"I already told you," Sunstreaker was struggling to stay within the realms of what could be considered calm, "It's not your business, it doesn't matter! And anyway," he leaned slightly into the touch, "I'm sorting it out."

Bumblebee felt him lean into the touch, and continued to stroke his cheek, "It matters to me," he said softly, kissing Sunstreaker on the forehead.

Sunstreaker dimmed his optics slightly, relaxing for the first time in days. It was an odd feeling; contrary to popular relief, he had never, not once, had a mate before. Alright, maybe he'd gone and interfaced with Sideswipe for the sake of mutual relief - but never in his life had he felt, well, wanted. At least not by someone who wasn't his brother.

"Please, tell me what's wrong," Bumblebee pleaded again, taking Sunstreaker's hand and squeezing it gently.

"No, no, no," the Lamborghini squeezed back, a little harder, "drop it already!! You'll just go whining to Ratchet, I know you will!" Sunstreaker turned his head away to stare at what he considered a very interesting speck of dust on the wall next to him. Ugh, filthy...

Bumblebee sighed, still holding Sunstreaker's hand, "I know how to keep a secret," he said, "And what's so dreadful that you can't let Ratchet know anyway?"

"Nothing, nothing is!" Sunstreaker hissed, "There IS no problem." he lied smoothly, doubtful of whether Bumblebee would swallow such a fact.

Bumblebee knew that he was having trouble believing this. Sunstreaker was so panicked about him going to Ratchet. Something had to be badly wrong. He sat on the bed, behind Sunstreaker, and wrapped his arms around the yellow mech's shoulders, "Then just try to relax," he said quietly, taking his friend's hands and stroking them lightly.

Sunstreaker tensed up again, joints clicking and hissing under the sudden pressure. Fine, if Bumblebee wanted him to relax, he'd try. But as soon as the other mech was in recharge he'd be out of here, taking refuge in his room or something, where he could lock the door and get back to business.

"However unhappy you are, I just want you to calm yourself and relax," Bumblebee said, "I don't want you to be sad."

"Life's a bitch and then you die." was all Sunstreaker could mutter in reply.

Bumblebee wiped his face. He felt as if he was going to cry, "It's not that bad," he insisted.

"Once you hit 'bot teen years, everything goes downhill," Sunstreaker continued, "I'm surprised that by your age you haven't committed suicide yet." He laughed to himself - he was starting to sound like Ratchet, an old wizened advisor. In truth he wasn't that much older than Bumblebee, but he continued anyway, starting to rant and rave about how bad life was in general. Sunstreaker, doing what Sunstreaker did best.

"Life isn't that bad," Bumblebee insisted, trailing his hand over Sunstreaker's face, looking down at the miserable mech. Unexpectedly, he leant forward and kissed Sunny again.

Sunstreaker mumbled something incoherent and leant his head back into Bumblebee's shoulder, exposing his neck and throat as an invitation. He liked the attention... it was something he wasn't used to, at least not in this form, so it was a pleasant surprise.

Bumblebee kissed Sunstreaker's neck gently, licking gently. Then he blinked, realising what he was doing, "Oh Primus, Sunstreaker I'm so sorry," he managed to mumble awkwardly, pulling away.

"Doesn't matter," Sunstreaker pushed his back up against Bumblebee's chest, tilting his head right back to look at him upside down. And, for the first time in days - he grinned. Not a particularly happy one - it was more kinky than anything - but at least it was there.

Bumblebee smiled a little awkwardly, "I shouldn't have though," he mumbled, standing up, "I... I..."

Sunstreaker cursed as he fell backwards, his makeshift pillow having stood up, "Slag it! Just like Bluestreak, you are," Sunstreaker pitched his voice to sound like said Autobot, "'Oooh sorry for this, sorry for that, don't kill me!' Frag," the Lamborghini massaged the back of his head where it'd hit the wall, wincing as he did so before turning to gaze over at Bumblebee.

"Yeah, but I didn't want to push you into anything," Bumblebee said, rubbing the back of his neck, "I mean, if you want to, that's okay..."

"Did I resist in any way, shape or form?" Sunstreaker cocked his head, his expression tired.

"No, I just..." Bumblebee rubbed at his face. Had he been human, he would have blushed.

"Just what?" Sunstreaker pressed, flopping back down on the bed, though keeping his gaze fixed. It was almost eerie.

"I just wanted to..." Bumblebee squirmed some more, stepping forward, "I wanted... I didn't want you to stay unhappy. If you... I mean..." Bumblebee writhed, dreadfully uncomfortable, "I'd like to..."

Sunstreaker was getting an almost sadistic enjoyment out of watching the other mech squirm, "Really." He propped himself up on his elbows, looking awfully provocative. Deliberately, Bumblebee guessed.

Bumblebee stepped forward again, sitting on his own bed, kneeling next to Sunstreaker. Then he leant forward, pressing his lips to the yellow Lamborghini's.

Sunstreaker took this opportunity to slip his arms around the shoulders of the Camaro, breaking the kiss to nuzzle down at Bumblebee's neck. Never in his life had he once thought he'd be here doing this; but all the same, Sunstreaker figured he'd make the most of it, working his slim fingers in between the gaps in Bumblebee's armour, right to the first joint.

Bumblebee wound one hand between Sunstreaker's fingers, whimpering slightly as he slid the other down his friend's hips, "I don't want to hurt you," he murmured.

"I'd like to see you try," Sunstreaker whispered in reply, gently pressing his hips up against Bumblebee's and giving a reassuring squeeze of the hand, "I'm no coward. As you should know."

Bumblebee's lips pressed closer to Sunstreaker's, "I've never... tried this before," he admitted awkwardly, "I'm kinda new to it..."

"You want truth? Me neither," Sunstreaker smirked slightly and proceeded to capture Bumblebee's lips again, "should be... interesting."

Bumblebee practically blushed again, and pressed forward, his weight pushing Sunstreaker onto his back, his kiss becoming more intense.

The Lamborghini was pressed back against the pillows, all thought of Tracks and Sideswipe and being thin vanquished as his lips worked their way around Bumblebee's, glossa poking and prodding and exploring. Sunstreaker was soon overwhelmed by all the new sensations, his fingers twitching slightly against Bumblebee's armour.

Bumblebee's fingers pressed gently against Sunstreaker's hips, pulling them closer and pressing his own hips against the yellow Lamborghini's, "I just..." he groaned, kissing Sunstreaker again, "Oh... you can feel that... right..."

Sunstreaker shuddered a little, "You think I'm emotionless...?" he pulled Bumblebee down and into another kiss, working his hands down the Camaro's back to finger delicate circuitry hidden just under armour plating.

Bumblebee groaned and kissed Sunstreaker again, continuing to finger the mech, "No, no, I would never..." he moaned, his tongue tangling against that of Sunny's. Panting softly, leaning on one hand, he continued to run his other hand up and down Sunstreaker's body.

The Lamborghini arched into the strokes with a soft moan, small glistening beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead. He reached up and round to curl his arms around to Bumblebee's shoulders, all the while fighting back with his tongue. His optics faded into a deep midnight blue, burning with both want and need.

Bumblebee didn't even know why he was doing this anymore, just that the feeling filled him with so many thrills. His tongue delved deeper into Sunstreaker's mouth, and he groaned passionately, his lips moving over the mech's neck and chassis.

The yellow twin was squirming a little now, one hand moving up to rest on the back of Bumblebee's head, gently encouraging him further. The feeling of Bumblebee's mouth toying around with his body, the sensation of hot breath pouring in through gaps in his plating and circuitry - it was enough to drive Sunstreaker insane.

Bumblebee gasped, his tongue moving hot and wet over Sunstreaker's body now, "So... very... good..." he groaned, his fingers squeezing against the metal, "Don't... hurt... Just relax..." he murmered, still lying on top of Sunstreaker.

Sunstreaker jerked and emitted a throaty moan, beginning to get really wound up now, "Trying!" he buried his face in Bumblebee's neck, clutching him tightly; clearly not relaxed, but at least he was trying.

"Yeah... Oh yeah..." Bumblebee groaned, still licking at Sunstreaker. His body pressed against the yellow mech and his hips bucked, "Yes... YES!"

Sunstreaker grunted up against Bumblebee's neck, quite literally ramming his fingers down in between any gaps in Bumblebee's armour that were within his reach, attacking the Camaro's neck with his teeth while he was at it, "Oh, Primus above-!"

"That's good... so good..." Bumblebee grunted, nipping at Sunstreaker's neck. He could feel the heat between them warming up, and his hands rubbed harder against Sunny, "Oh Sunny... you know this is... this is both of us..."

"I know," Sunstreaker panted in response, now running just the very tips of his fingers down Bumblebee's waist, pausing to press or massage or stroke every now and again. The yellow twin groaned through gritted teeth and wriggled slightly into the rubs and strokes, then resumed his ministrations on Bumblebee's neck.

Breathing harder, Bumblebee's arms wrapped around Sunstreaker. Still groaning, his hips still thrusting forward, his fingers sliding gently between Sunny's thighs and rubbing. On top of that, his entire body moved down and his lips moved against Sunstreaker's torso, sucking gently.

Sunstreaker let out a sudden cry, his face contorting into an expression of what was undoubtedly pleasurable agony. His fingers dug further into Bumblebee's armour, "Primus... damn..." he panted and moaned, spreading his legs just a little wider to accommodate. God, he was desperate...

Gasping, Bumblebee continued to lick and suck at Sunny, and his fingers rubbed harder between the Lamborghini's thighs, "Oh yes... that's so good..." he moaned, his lips moving against the sensitive metal.

Sunstreaker couldn't help arching the small of his back almost clear off the bed, his sweaty hands now moving to grip the sheets. He blurted out a choked cry of pleasure, one leg kicking helplessly against the sheets as if it had a life of its own. With gargantuan effort Sunstreaker hauled himself into a seated position, moving to pull Bumblebee close.

Bumblebee pulled himself closer, sliding into Sunstreaker's lap and kissing his neck frantically, "Oh... oh yes... don't stop..." he pleaded, concentrating on the delicious feeling of heat between his thighs that Sunstreaker was generating.

Sunstreaker mumbled, "Like I would..." He moved slightly to slip one hand between them, working his fingers on and around Bumblebee's crotch plating. Sure enough the heat was intense, even more so as the Lamborghini planted a few small kisses on the Camaro's neck.

Bumblebee clutched at his own crotch-plate and pulled it off quickly, "Oh... yes..." he hissed, baring several vital and heated mechanics as he looped his arm around Sunstreaker again.

Sunstreaker took immediate advantage and promptly invaded the area with his hands, nuzzling at Bumblebee's cheek while he fingered and toyed with wires and heated metal. He lazily traced random patterns on the metal with two trembling fingers.

"Don't stop," Bumblebee gasped, his voice shaking, rubbing harder at Sunstreaker's thighs. He tilted his head back, his vents shaking, and shut his optics, trying to keep the tears from spilling.

"Not gonna..." Sunstreaker forced his other hand down there as well, his shoulders shaking from the lavish attention he was receiving himself. He gently bucked his hips, his head tilted back, mouth open just slightly; sweat was glistening all over his face, catching the only light in the room, that of two pairs of lust-filled optics. The twin's moans started to become more and more high-pitched, more desperate.

Sweat also streaked its way down Bumblebee's face, and the mech opened his optics again, "Oh Sunny..." he grunted, "You are so..." his voice shook again as his lips moved against those of the Lamborghini, his legs spread wide apart, "I'll look after you..." he told his new lover, "No matter what... no matter what..."

Sunstreaker could think of no half-decent reply to that statement. Instead he nodded, smiled, then secured the pact with a single deep kiss and a quick upwards jerk of the hand still manipulating Bumblebee down below.

A gasp and a moan later, and Bumblebee pressed his hips forward again, before he retreated his position. Another light kiss, a slight smile, "You want to stay in my room tonight?" he asked, "Or do you just want to go back to your bed?"

Sunstreaker casually tossed his head, "I'm not entirely keen on facing Sideswipe tonight," he cocked his head a little, "Not fussed really."

Bumblebee shrugged and sighed, "You can stay here if you want," he said, "But I'd rather know why you're here... still..." he kissed Sunstreaker's neck, "Don't worry about it," he said calmly, pecking Sunny on the cheek, then licking him. He could taste the sweat.

Sunstreaker looked him over for a moment, grinned cheekily, kissed him back. Flopping back down against the pillows and splaying his limbs out on the bed to let his poor body rest, he didn't - couldn't - divert his gaze from Bumblebee.

Bumblebee leant on one hand, rubbing Sunstreaker's body lightly. A smile wrapped around his mouth, as he continued to gaze into Sunny's lustful optics, "I'll look after you," he repeated, despite knowing the heated emotion in those optics.

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