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Following a Different Path	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 2424 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Following a Different Path 1/?
Pairing: Wasp/Bumblebee; hinted Longarm/Bumblebee; Blurr
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, angst, oral, PWP, rimming, voyeur
Summary: (1/? AU: Sometime during Autoboot Camp) Wasp wants to make amends and start over.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Written for prowlieandjazz over at y!gallery: wanted a Wasp/Bumblebee fic with Blurr thrown in.

Wasp growled in agitation as he watched Longarm’s servo rub along Bumblebee’s lower back. He hated how close the other mech had become with Bumblebee, and he sadly knew it was his own fault. Longarm was kind and soft spoken when conversing with Bumblebee. Wasp was cruel and harsh. Longarm was gentle and considerate when he was partnered up with Bumblebee during training missions. Wasp was gruff and hostile. It was his nature to be competitive and brash, and Bumblebee had been an easy target. He never would have imagined developing feelings for the yellow mech. He never would have imagined being eaten alive by jealousy.

Wasp scowled as Longarm’s servo drifted lower. He couldn’t believe the audacity of the larger mech. He had to act fast and snatch Bumblebee away. Wasp strode over to the two and shivered when the scent of sweet polish overtook his olfactory sensors. He noticed that the yellow mech’s armor shined beautifully. Bumblebee had actually waxed himself.

Bumblebee smiled warmly at the approaching mech. “Hey, Wasp.”

Wasp opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Longarm.

“Wasp, so good to see you,” Longarm smirked. “I finally convinced Bumblebee to wax his armor. He looks beautiful, hmm?”

Wasp spat out, “Not really.”

He couldn’t believe that came out, and he winced at the sight of Bumblebee’s crestfallen face. The yellow mech’s shoulders slumped, and Longarm quickly wrapped his arm around the bot, urging him away. Wasp swore he saw a smug wink directed at him as he watched the two mechs leave. He mentally kicked himself.

The hours leading up to recharge were agonizingly slow. He tossed and turned on his berth in the barracks, optics always falling back onto Bumblebee, sleeping peacefully a few feet away. The yellow mech had avoided him all cycle after the incident. The guilt gnawed away at him, and he rose up from the berth toward Bumblebee, kneeling before the mech and gently nudging him.

Bumblebee slowly woke, and he growled, “What do you want?”

“I’d like to talk,” Wasp murmured.

“I think you’ve said enough,” Bumblebee snarled, turning away. “Leave me alone.”

Wasp lowered his helm and stated, “…I’m sorry…I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you…I’m so sorry.”

Bumblebee stiffened, and he ignored the other mech.

“I’d…like to start over,” Wasp said. “Hello. I’m Wasp. I can be a bit of an aft, and I often speak before I think. I know I’m not deserving of it…but I’d really like to get to know you better. I’d like to be friends…maybe even more. I promise to be more friendly.”

Bumblebee gradually turned over. “You’re such a glitch. I’m going back into recharge.” He turned back onto his side. “If you mean what you say, you can start proving it tomorrow.”

Wasp grinned and returned to his berth.

A month came and went at the training boot camp. Wasp had kept his word on his attitude adjustment with Bumblebee. The yellow mech eventually grew more trusting of Wasp, and their relationship became less strained and more romantic.

After a boring class lesson with Sentinel, the two raced down the hallway, Wasp chasing after Bumblebee, both laughing happily. Bumblebee eventually allowed Wasp to catch him, and he gasped as the green mech pinned him against a wall, mouth guard lowering, dentals nibbling his neck.

Bumblebee mewled and grabbed Wasp’s shoulders, trying to stop the green mech, but he persisted. “Oh…we shouldn’t…not out here. Someone might see…”

*

Blurr grumbled as he gazed through monitors, fingers tapping against the controls. He hated monitoring duty. It was so beneath him, but he perked up when he spotted two mechs groping one another in the hallway.

“Hmm-now-this-might-be-interesting,” Blurr snickered, zooming in on the two.

*

Wasp smirked and moved his helm up until he was forehead to forehead with Bumblebee. Their lips met and moved together, creating a moist heat as their glossas moved to slowly slide against one another. Reluctantly, Wasp broke the kiss and caressed Bumblebee’s flushed cheek.

“Want to continue this somewhere more private?” Wasp leered.

“All…right,” Bumblebee stammered.

The smaller mech chuckled as Wasp scooped him up and carried him down the hallway, stopping when they came to a small, empty storeroom. Bumblebee gasped as they entered the room, filled with soft blankets and pillows, lit by small lanterns.

Bumblebee laughed, “You planned this out pretty well. If you’re trying to seduce me…you’ve succeeded.”

Wasp grinned and entered the room, door shutting firmly behind the two.

*

Blurr snarled angrily as he lost sight of the two mechs behind the door. He scrambled with the controls, trying to access any hidden cameras that might have been stationed in the room. A wide grin formed when he caught sight of the two again.

*

Bumblebee squirmed out of Wasp’s hold and roughly kissed the green mech, servos snagging the other mech’s hips and pulling until their groins met and rubbed together. The friction caused both mechs to moan, and both winced as their plating grew uncomfortable. Bumblebee broke the kiss and smiled shyly as he slid back his plating, face flushing red as his erect plug pushed out, tip gleaming with pearly fluid. Wasp dipped his servo lower, gently cupping the firm heat there. The green mech licked his lips as he slowly began to stroke Bumblebee’s shaft, grinning wide as the yellow mech whined and bucked. Bumblebee groaned and offlined his optics as the servo moved faster.

“I think we should get more comfortable,” Wasp murmured.

“Agreed,” Bumblebee chuckled.

When they came to the edge of the blankets and pillows, Wasp withdrew his servo. Biting his bottom lip, Bumblebee sat down on the makeshift berth, spreading his legs. Wasp kneeled, running his servos up and down the side of Bumblebee’s thighs before dipping lower to cup the yellow mech’s firm aft. Slowly, he swallowed the length that bobbed before him. After a few minutes of pleasuring and drawing out the most sensual moans he had ever heard, Wasp withdrew. Bumblebee watched with a nervous glint in his optics as Wasp’s pelvic plating retracted, exposing the green mech’s cable. The yellow mech rested his helm amongst the pillows, and his legs spread further apart, openly inviting Wasp to nestle between them. Wasp swallowed hard at the wanton display, and he quickly climbed on top of the yellow mech and came to rest between Bumblebee’s spread legs. They kissed greedily and rocked against each other. Eventually though, Wasp pulled away, and lifted his body off of the yellow mech beneath him. Wasp tried to urge Bumblebee onto his abdomen, but the yellow gazed up at him hesitantly.

Smiling warmly, Wasp stated, “Just for a few moments…then you can turn back over.”

*

The plating around Blurr’s groin slid back, and he reached down to pump and squeeze his hardening length. He knew he shouldn’t be watching, but he couldn’t turn away from the erotic show. He was too transfixed on the yellow mech, moaning and writhing so beautifully.

*

Bumblebee nodded and rolled onto his belly. Wasp kissed the back of Bumblebee’s neck, sucking and nibbling on the soft metal. He rained a trail of gentle kisses down Bumblebee’s back until he reached the yellow mech’s aft. He nipped the soft metal there, grinning when it caused Bumblebee to jump. He pressed a reassuring kiss to the yellow mech’s aft before using the tip of his glossa to flick over the wet opening. Bumblebee panted as his intimate area was touched for the first time, biting down on the pillow he clutched. He cried out when Wasp’s hot glossa swiped across him, and he screamed when it abruptly probed as deep inside of him as it could. Bumblebee began to rub against the silky blankets, desperate to alleviate the throbbing in his shaft, but he was stopped when Wasp lifted his hips up, bringing him to his servos and knees. Fingers soon probed his opening, carefully stretching the tight passage. Bumblebee whimpered from the stinging sensation, shuddering as Wasp leaned over to tenderly kiss his cheek.

“Too much?” Wasp asked. “I can stop…”

“Ngh! No, don’t,” Bumblebee whimpered. “Just…just keep going slow.”

Bumblebee cried out as Wasp’s fingers pushed deeper, rubbing over a bundle of wires that sent pleasure shooting through his frame.

“Please! Please, now, before I explode!” Bumblebee whined.

Wasp gently eased out his fingers and rolled Bumblebee back over, one leg draped over his shoulder and the other around his waist. Slowly, very slowly, Wasp entered the tight heat of Bumblebee’s body.

*

Pleasant tingles coursed through Blurr’s plug as he rubbed his thumb over the wet slit. He moaned at the sight of Bumblebee’s opening being stretched and filled, and the way the yellow mech arched up and screamed in pleasure and pain. His other servo drifted lower, fingers pushing into his dripping port, fantasizing that it was him entering Bumblebee. His servos pumped fast and overload came swiftly for the blue mech, screaming through clenched dentals, lubricant splattering over the controls, and passing out in his chair.

*

Bumblebee hissed as Wasp’s thick plug pushed in to the hilt. There was pain, stinging and raw, but Wasp was gentle and patient. The splitting pressure on his internals dissipated, soon replaced with a pleasant tingling. Bumblebee nodded and grabbed at Wasp’s hips, urging him to move. Wasp was mindful of Bumblebee’s reactions, watching for any signs of pain, but there were none. Bumblebee looked beautiful beneath him. The yellow mech raised up against the pillows every time Wasp thrust into him, optics glazed with lust, plump lips parting to let out blissful moans as condensation trickled down his quivering frame.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Wasp moaned, nuzzling Bumblebee’s neck.

“Hmm, you’re quite the charmer…when you want to be,” Bumblebee moaned.

Wasp laughed and then crushed their lips together, slowly increasing the momentum of his rocking hips as he wrapped his servo around Bumblebee’s shaft, pumping hard. Bumblebee wailed into the kiss, climax striking hard, spilling himself into Wasp’s servo. The yellow mech’s servos shot up, griping Wasp by the face, holding him still and gazing into the green mech’s optics as he lost all restraint and power. Wasp overloaded violently, keeping his optics fixed on Bumblebee as his frame shook from pleasure. Wasp slowly laid himself down on Bumblebee, helm resting beneath Bumblebee’s chin. He let out a tired and happy sigh as Bumblebee’s arms wrapped him. They remained twined together, panting and glistening with condensation, until their beating sparks slowed and their intakes became regular again.

As Bumblebee drifted into recharge, Wasp placed his palm over the yellow mech’s chassis, feeling Bumblebee’s spark beat beneath. He hoped that one day he would be the one to bond with Bumblebee, but for now he was just content that he had finally won Bumblebee over.

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