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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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Comfort

Standing still, Bumblebee held his arms up as Droct had asked him too. The terrible tasting energon was filling him with strength as it slowly coursed through his depleted systems. Any time he thought he was facing the gentle mech, Bee smiled. For it was the only thing he had to repay the mech for his kindness – at least until Bee could get back to the Autobots.

He heard Droct cutting another section of the tarp, and then the mech gently wrapped it around one of his upper legs. Running some heavy duty tape around the section, he secured it in place. Yes, Bee knew he would look terrible all covered in sections of tarp; but at least his sensitive circuits would have some type of protection. And he would feel better not walking around naked. The Decepticons had ripped off almost all his protective armor; only that on his lower legs, feet, helm and lower arms; remained.

Droct kept apologizing for the tarp, and promising he’d buy Yellow some type of more permanent protective armor, as soon as he had the funds. Bee wished the mech would quit apologizing all the time, for he was just thankful that Droct had saved his life.

“Well, I’ve got you covered as best I can;” Droct said as he softly patted the bot on his shoulder. Making sure he didn’t hurt his raw circuits. “Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll try to wax what’s left of your armor.”

Grateful, Bee sat down carefully on the edge of the berth. Though his circuits were now protected from dust, water and prying optics – they were still very sensitive to pressure. Since, now he didn’t have a hard protective covering to take the pressure off of them. So he shifted slightly, trying to relieve the pressure on his more damaged regions.

He felt Droct gently take one of his legs and put it in his lap. Then the comforting circular strokes of a buffing rag spreading wax. The mech hummed some kind of strange tune under his breath while he worked, the melody of it serving to help Bee relax. Helped him enjoy the company of his new friend…

As the gentle mech worked on him, Bee fell into his memories back with the Autobots; No, he didn’t have a bond mate. Most of the bots seemed to think he was too small. He seemed to be everyone’s good buddy – but no one wanted romance. There were other small Autobots; but Huffer whined so much that no one hung around him, and Cliffjumper was so bent on kicking Decepticon afts – that he was always too busy. Bee sighed, his human friend, Spike, seemed to always be the one waxing him. A job that bond mates normally did for each other, but Bee had learned to deal with the personal solitude.

Droct picked up his other leg, and began on it. His touch was so gentle, so welcome after the terror of the Decepticons. Bee felt his circuits warm in response to the garbage mech’s light touch.

Bee had been a little surprised of these garbage mechs and their generosity. They had nothing, they were the most impoverished mechs in the Galaxy, and no one paid them much attention. Even the Decepticons didn’t seem to notice their pathetic lives. Yet, Droct had eagerly taken him in. He had taken on the responsibility of a severely damaged stranger; not even seeming to care whether Bee was worth the risk or not. Droct’s generosity truly astonished Bumblebee, and he promised himself that he’d make good on what he owed the garbage mech. He’d pay him back three times over!

Finished with his legs, Droct’s fingers closed around his and got him to lay his arms across his lap. Gently, he worked on Bee’s arms. Coming to the section that Thrust had melted, Droct whistled; “Boy Yellow, you sure did get into it with some gang of thugs.”

Bee merely nodded. Yes, the Decepticons were a hell of a gang of thugs; he thought.

Droct stood up, standing between Bee’s spread legs, and he began to gently work on what was left of Bee’s helm. At first, the sensation of his barely concealed circuits pressing against the mech’s protective armor, made Bee very anxious. He was still in shock over everything that the Cons had done to him. But as the gentle mech worked on his helm, Bee found himself relaxing, able to begin to trust a mech again.

Sitting down next to him with a thud of metal aft armor hitting wood, Bee listened as Droct began to screw the caps back on the containers of wax. Putting his hand on the mech’s arm, Bee shook his head and motioned for Droct to hand him the waxing supplies. “But you can’t even see where I need it,” Droct protested.

Bee merely shrugged and smiled, pointing at his blind optics and then pointing to where he thought Droct’s face was. “Oh, you want me to tell you where?” Droct asked.

Nodding, Bee put on one of his biggest smiles. He had to do something to show his rescuer his appreciation. Standing up, he waited until he heard Droct lie down. Then, with Droct guiding his blind hands, he began to repay the mech a little. The least he could do was give the mech the same normal maintenance that the mech had given him. Made it feel like a more ‘normal’ relationship between friends. Well, at least that was how Autobots helped each other. But as his hands moved along Droct’s frame, Bee was confused. This mech seemed to be put together very oddly, almost as if pieces had been shoved together with little rhyme or reason.

Though he couldn’t actually see the mech, with what he felt with his hands, he began to put together a mental image of what this garbage mech looked like. Droct was a very strange looking mech; his helm felt similar to how Ironhide’s looked, and he wore a mask. He was similar in size to Bumblebee, but had a much bulkier chassis. He didn’t seem to be able to lie flat; Bee could feel some kind of strange humping of the mech’s uneven shoulders. All-in-all, he seemed to be very distorted and deformed in his build.

Bee patted him to roll over, and began to wax his back. Working his way down, he realized that the mech was indeed hump backed, more on one side than the other. Then his hands ran over the tires on the mech’s thighs and lower legs. There was little trend left on them, and he swore he felt the metal belt on one of them. This mech was in great need of tires; yet, he was willingly going to spend his funds on fixing up Bee instead. Bumblebee frowned to himself, for he didn’t think that was right. Well, he’d have to make sure the Autobots gave this mech all new tires then!

Finished, Bee put the lids back on the supplies. Hearing Droct sit up, he was surprised to feel the Mech’s hand on his shoulder. Turning, he put on his biggest smile when he thought he was facing the garbage mech. “You know Yellow, I don’t think anyone has ever put that much time and care into my maintenance. Thanks;” the mech mumbled softly. His tone had a strange emotion in it that Bee couldn’t place.

Sitting down next to him, Bee patted his humped shoulder. Hoping he’d realize that that’s just how mechs were supposed to help each other. If someone gave you a good wax, you returned the favor.

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