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Chapter List
- 1-Creating Secrets - Chapter 1 ('Sparks Fly' story)
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Optimus filed through his data pads, organizing and sorting through important things. The last time the Decepticons attacked felt like eons ago and the Prime felt like he was wasting his life away.

He was almost waiting for something to happen-rubbing his face he sighed as he just stared into space. Everyone was either on patrol or doing their own thing. Not to say the fire truck was antisocial, he just felt awkward handling his team whenever fun was involved.

Bumblebee skipped down the hallway happily listening to Sari's CD player that she lent him. Bumblebee had taken quite the liking to earth music. As he came to the corner he stopped to peer around trying to mimic Prowl's ninja-like stealth. He noticed the young Prime sitting all by himself in the large living area of the base. Optimus was normally on patrol or 'kicking aft and taking names.' It was strange to see him doing nothing.

Sneaking up slowly behind Optimus' chair, Bumblebee raised up slightly to look at what the Prime was doing. He couldn't really tell being so short, he couldn't look over the fire truck’s shoulder. Bee thought he might as well just ask.

"HEY BOSSBOT! WHAT'CHA DOING?" Bumblebee was nearly screaming. His music was so loud he couldn't tell how loud he was being.

The Prime let out a (embarrassing) yelp and jumped, turning around and grabbing his chassis like a human would if they were having a heart attack. He settled his spark down, and let out an annoyed sigh-looking down at the younger mech.

"What is it Bumblebee?"

Bumblebee watched as Optimus' mouth moved. He figured he was asking what he was doing. "NOTHING! JUST LISTENING TO MUSIC! WHY YOU SITTING AROUND BEING ALL BORING AND STUFF?" Bee said. After realizing that he had scared the Prime so badly he took off his headphones and laid them aside. "Sorry... Didn't mean to give you a spark attack." Bumblebee apologized sweetly giving a warm smile as he walked in front of the Prime.
Resisting the urge to face-palm, the Prime sighed when the yellow mech took off his head phones.

"Just uh...." He felt embarrassed admitting he wasn't doing anything productive, he was a leader-weren't leaders supposed to be out doing heroic things? Like saving lives? Fighting evil? Protecting small organic cats?

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking off in a random direction. "Just working on some things....Is there something you needed?"

Getting a smug look on his face, Bumblebee just leered at the Prime. Placing his servos on his hips he stepped closer to Optimus.

"Oh working on things huh? Looks like your doing a whole lot of nothing to me." Bumblebee laughed taking the data pad out of Optimus' servos and putting it aside.

Bumblebee knew Prime was stressed out. Why wouldn't he be? He lead the team of autobots to help people and fight against decepticons, but now Optimus was doing things that even he didn't know why he was doing it for. A dark thought quickly made its way into Bumblebee's processor of how he could help make his time 'productive' so to speak.

"Oh, Bossbot... You always ask the WRONG questions. You know that?" Bumblebee said slowly, showing his devious grin.

A confused look flashed across Optimus' face. He tried to make a grab for his data pad but just gave up when Bumblebee put it down.

"I don't understand?" The fire truck was eyeing the autobot warily. Bumblebee's grin was making him nervous; this usually led up to some nasty prank he'd have to clean up.

A light chuckle escaped Bumblebee's lips. He kept his watch on Optimus' rigid expressions as if he was about to pull off one of his classic pranks or just try to scare him.

"Don't worry. You are just getting too stressed out." Bumblebee said sweetly as he crawled into Prime's lap. Bee just gazed into his leader's wide opticals, adoring his beautiful blue eyes.

"I can help you every now and again you know. Won't you trust me?" He said, cuddling into Optimus' chest.

Blushing madly, Optimus looked away from Bumblebee trying to focus elsewhere. Once the yellow mech cuddled into him, he quickly looked back and tried to get him off of his lap. He kept fumbling his servos, blushing harder when he had to touch the yellow mech when he sat so close-making it near impossible to get him off.

"W-What are you doing!? B-Bumblebee, this is unacceptable!"

Looking at the bewilderment in Optimus' opticals and watching him squirm and blush was driving Bumblebee's senses wild. Optimus was trying to reject him by pushing him, trying to get him off his lap but Bee knew that deep down the Prime needed this. He wanted this.

"Unacceptable? That makes it even harder not to do then!" Bumblebee exclaimed. "You know I can't resist what I can't do." He stated sitting up, his face dangerously close with Optimus' face plate. After a moment of looking his facial features over Bee softened his expression, leaning into the Prime's audio sensors whispering, "You know your are terribly cute when you blush." Giving a gentle kiss on the Prime's cheek.

Optimus quickly stood up, effectively knocking the yellow bot off of him. His face took on a red hue, covering his cheek with his servo he stumbled away from Bumblebee.

"Wh-what!?" He didn't see where he was going and slipped on one of his own data pads and fell onto his aft. Closing his optics, he looked at the accursed object and scowled.

Why him?!?

Optimus stood up from his seat in quite a hurry causing Bumblebee to fall and hit the floor. Letting out a small yelp he leaned forward and rubbed his aft. Bumblebee then looked at the startled Prime as he too fell to the floor with a terrified look in his eyes.

Bumblebee crossed his legs and watch as Optimus moved backwards with a horrid look of confusion on his face. Putting his elbow to his knee and using his hand to hold his face up he just watched with a smile on his face.

"I guess you just really don't like me, do you Bossbot?" Bumblebee questioned. "Or is this a little different than what you’re used to?"

With his back hitting the wall, Prime looked and cursed at it like he did with his data pad. He looked back at Bumblebee and then looked down at the floor, embarrassed.

It wasn't like he was a....Optimus felt his frame heat up becoming even more embarrassed........a virgin!! He's been with a few mechs and femmes before-but not a lot, really. It shocked him that Bumblebee would hit on him so blatantly! What was going on!?!? Maybe he should forbid the younger bot from watching that MTV.

"It's not that I don't l-like you, Bumblebee...But not like this!! I mean....Ugh!!"

Primus, he was starting to feel like a fool...

Optimus' words were distasteful to Bumblebee. He wanted so much to just share at least a single night with that glorious fire truck. He wanted Optimus to praise him for what he could do to help him, to please him. Bumblebee wanted his name screamed as loud as

Optimus' vocalizers could go! Bumblebee started to crawl on his servos and knees to the Prime. He decided to just lie beside him instead of on top to keep him from panicking so much again. As Bumblebee lay beside Optimus, nuzzling into his shoulder he only sighed, taking deep cycles of air.

"I'm sorry Bossbot... I only wanted to make you happy and cheer you up. Is it so wrong I'm concerned about you?" Bumblebee asked looking into the Prime's chest with misted over opticals.

The Prime sighed, still looking at the ground. "I know you're trying to help.....but-" He looked at the yellow mech and twitched slightly. "My optics are up here Bumblebee."

Using his cervo, he lifted the younger bot's chin-surprised he was ogling Optimus like some horny pleasurebot.

"Listen to me...I'm your leader...I can't allow you to do...well, this!"

Bumblebee lowered his head in defeat hearing those words, his spark sinking and drowning in his sorrow. Bumblebee thought of anything he could do to change his leader's mind. Nothing came to mind to his avail.

"I'm sorry Optimus..." Bumblebee said lowly, looking back to the Prime with water building in the corners of his opticals. "I'll just go to my room and leave you be..."

With that being said Bumblebee stood up and began to walk off hoping Optimus would say something, anything to let him know that he cared. He knew that Optimus wouldn't. Optimus was a man of his words and morals. It was a crushing rejection.

The fire truck quickly stood up and grabbed the yellow bot's servo, pulling him back.

"Wait!" He faced Bumblebee towards him with a saddened expression, using his other servo to wipe the tears from the younger one's optics. "..D-Don't cry..."

He felt so horrible now; he didn't mean to hurt Bumblebee's feelings. He didn't know what he was thinking when he grabbed his servo; all he knew was that he had to comfort the yellow speedster.

The sudden motion of being turned around with Optimus looking Bumblebee in the optics, wiping away his tears left the little yellow mech breathless. It felt surreal to him, but he didn't believe it. It was too much like the times he had thought about the Prime. It was one of his fantasies come true it seemed. It was only a moment though. Bumblebee wasn't sure if what he truly wanted would be given to him; the return of his love.

"Why can't I? Maybe I want to cry..." Bumblebee said in all truth and innocence.
Spark clenching tightly in his chassis; Optimus placed his servos on Bumblebee's shoulders. The sound of Bumblebee's voice made him want to go jump off the nearest cliff in shame.

Bumblebee was the smallest and youngest on his team, he vowed after meeting the spunky bot that he'd protect him from any harm-but here he was, breaking his promise! Maybe he should have handled this better; he knew he reacted un-accordingly, but it as just a big shock to him.

Who would've known that their innocent little Bee even thought about this stuff?

"Bumblebee, I'm sorry I hurt you. You have to understand....I...well...." How was he going to put this? The academy never taught him how to handle a situation like this.
Bumblebee watched as his shoulders were caressed by Optimus, trying to comfort him as if he was a child being taught life's lessons by a parent. It felt good to hear him say that he was sorry, but that was not what Bumblebee wanted to hear. It was also true, he didn't understand. Learning what was holding Optimus back might help and Bumblebee thought he at least deserved a reason.

"No, Optimus! I don't understand!" Bumblebee shouted, backing away after brushing away the Prime's servos off his shoulders. "Please, tell me what it is so I CAN understand!"
Startled, Optimus tried to regain his composure before going into an explanation. He moved his servos around animatedly as he tried to explain the situation.

"Well, you see-....um...When a transformer loves another they-uh...No, you've probably already had that talk. I well...You and me just-you see....It's...." Sighing, the Prime's shoulders slumped in defeat. He didn't dare look the younger bot in the optics without a reason as to why they couldn't do this.

"Bumblebee, we just...can't."

When Optimus started to explain 'the birds and the bees' to him, Bumblebee wanted to laugh but didn't show it. He was baffled by his explanations. The Prime was trying to teach him what love was, or lust that is. His last and final explanation was what made Bumblebee quizzical.

"Can't?" Bumblebee uttered. Walking towards Optimus, Bumblebee intertwined their servos together. Bumblebee looked straight into the Prime's opticals and used his free cervo to hold his face, keeping it locked unto his.

"Optimus, I'm not a protoform." Bumblebee's words were soft and smooth flowing. "Is it because of programming date difference? Our model types? Do you just not like me? Or are you too proud because you’re my leader?"

Optimus felt himself blush when Bumblebee spoke to him and held his face. He didn't want to look into the bot's optics, but if he didn't his line of vision would jump to his cute little lips, or his delicate horns. Being close to the yellow mech and talking about such things was making him slightly aroused, but also nervous.

It was frustrating, it was all those reasons but it also wasn't. It made the Prime wonder why he couldn't just let go and do it. Maybe he was worried about change-he never could deal all that well with it. Doing something this big with his teammate, his subordinate, was a big change indeed.

Sighing lightly Bumblebee stared at Optimus. Bumblebee could see him blushing and he was drowning in his thoughts. The Prime was just trying to push away when he really wanted to pull in the things he wanted. Bumblebee became impatient and decided to force Optimus' wants upon him. Jumping up, Bumblebee wrapped his arms around Optimus' neck and pressed his lips against the blue lips of leadership.

Still wrapped around Optimus, Bumblebee looked for any expression to cross his face plate. What he had done was something major. Optimus would most likely freak out and punish Bumblebee for his terrible behavior or the slim chance that he would return his feelings.

Optimus staggered back, but was still connected to Bumblebee through the kiss. His optics were wide and his frame started to heat up, face flushing furiously. He was bewildered and confused. What should he do? Should he push Bumblebee away? Punish him? Hold him?

The Prime placed his shaky servos on Bumblebee's waist with every intent of pushing the bot away-but after resting them there; he couldn't bring himself to do it. He hasn't been with anyone for a long time, and the temptation was too great-before the truck knew it, he was kissing back softly.

Bumblebee’s spark sang as Optimus brushed his lips against his in a kiss. He was finally accepted. The moment was so blissful, Bumblebee slowly sank down to the floor only sanding on one leg while the other was kicked into the air behind him.

As the kiss broke apart, Bumblebee slowly opened his opticals to behold his Prime. "So... Where should we go from here?" He asked with a giggle.
Looking down at Bumblebee, he blushed again when he giggled. It was just too cute; it made him want to ravish him senseless.

Optimus held himself back, rubbing the yellow bot's sides slightly. "I-I don't know...”
"Well I do. Come on." Bumblebee said softly as he tugged on Optimus' arm. He pulled him down the hallway until they ended up in the Prime's living quarters. After walking into the room Bumblebee closed the door behind him and even locked it to make sure that no one would interrupt in case they came home early.

Optimus fidgeted, stepping from one foot to the other as he rubbed his arm nervously.

"Bumblebee....Are you sure you really want to do this?" Optimus asked, eyeing the young bot when he locked the door.

Turning toward Optimus, Bumblebee smiled, "Ask and answer right? Well here is your answer." He said starting to run towards Optimus. He jumped up tackling him down unto his berth pressing their lips together probing his glossa into the Prime's mouth. The taste was amazing. It was strong, erotic, and a little rigid also. Bumblebee moaned into the kiss loving the tastes and flavors that Optimus provided.

Moaning, the Prime rubbed his servos over Bumblebee's-returning the kiss, his glossa running over the yellow bot's lips. All worries were cast aside as he closed his optics and tried to be as less awkward as he could.

Bumblebee laughed as their kiss broke apart. It was obvious that Optimus needed to relax more and luckily Bumblebee knew how to help. "Oh, won't you open up for me?" He said as he lowered his body down to Optimus' pelvis. "I want to see you." He cooed as he kissed the protective paneling.

Bumblebee looked up to Optimus, his eyes begging, pleading, and filled with lust that was in the air. His servos rubbing over the white thighs, lazily blinking his opticals with a smirk on his face plate.

His internal fans whirled on, cooling his frame as rubbed Bumblebee's helm - opening his interface paneling and revealing his already hardened spike. He looked away from the smaller bot, embarrassed that he had told Bumblebee earlier they shouldn't be doing this-but here he was hard and wet in such little time.

Watching Optimus look away with embarrassment made scoff a little. Bumblebee knew what he must be thinking. How they were on his berth interfacing after not moments ago that this would never happen between them. It didn't matter to Bumblebee if he had lied. He knew that the Prime was doing what he thought best, but Bumblebee knew what was better.

Reaching a servo out rubbing the underside of Optimus' spike, Bumblebee liked the tip, enjoying the flavors of the lubricant. "Oh Optimus... I don't know why you’re being so shy. You’re the most beautiful bot I've ever seen."

"Nnngh~!" He felt his systems start to buzz once Bumblebee licked his spike-biting his lips to keep from moaning. Optimus' optics flashed in lust, caressing the smaller bots helm gently. It felt so good when that little glossa of his fondled his length-he pinched one of Bumblebee's horns to urge him to keep going, afraid if he said anything he'd ruin it.

His shyness was starting to be overpowered by his drunken state of arousal, but he was still cautious with the yellow bot.

Things were getting hotter as the mixture of Optimus' spike in Bumblebee's mouth and with the Prime playing with his horns. It caused Bumblebee to smile around the swollen length. It was going better than the yellow bot could ever dream, but he wanted it to go even further.

Raising his head up, Bumblebee crawled towards the fire truck and laid on his chest and lower frame with his legs kicked up and servos under his chin as if he was thinking. Bumblebee waited for Optimus to question his reason to put their interfacing on halt.

What? The fire truck looked at the small yellow bot confused. Wasn't it Bumblebee who initiated this? Why was he suddenly stopping?

Primus! Now I can't stop thinking about interfacing with him....

"B-Bumblebee? Why?"

"I don't know... Maybe I'm waiting for an invitation." Bumblebee said with a smile while he drew small circles with his finger on Optimus' chest. Reaching behind his aft, his servos wrapped around the spike, pumping it at a painfully, slow rate. "Or maybe I want you to beg for me!" Bumblebee's cute, innocent smile turned into a sinister grin.

"Ahh!" His servos started to shake badly once Bumblebee had grabbed his spike. Feeling overwhelmed from the sudden contact and change in character from the yellow bot made his processor almost crash.

"Bumblebee!" He felt himself grow more embarrassed at what he was saying. "P-please....faster....."

"Faster? That's all you want? Nothing else you had mind?" Bumblebee teased in a low tone of voice, ignoring the Prime's request to go faster. Bumblebee's pelvic plating was starting to get too tight for him. With the sound of a soft click he released his spike and port. Bumblebee adjusted his hips to make things more comfortable between him and the Prime.

"Come on Optimus. Tell me everything you want! Tell me your desires!"

"Ahh! Bumblebee!" He could only imagine what the little bot could do to him. Once he spotted the younger mech's interface equipment, he lost all sense of right and wrong. He felt his carnal desires slowly take over - proof of that was when he lifted his servo to caress Bumblebee's port.

Oh, he was so wet.

With a deep husky whisper, Optimus answered, "I want...I-I want to feel your port around my spike...I want to...p-pound into you...I want you...."

Reaching a cervo up to rub the Prime's face after hearing his request, Bumblebee leaned in to whisper into his audio receptors, "Then what's stopping you sweet spark?"

Bumblebee then rolled over beside Optimus, continuing to rub his face softly waiting for him to make his move. The thought of what Optimus might have planned for him made him so excited as he kissed Optimus, using his glossa.

Without hesitation, Optimus grabbed the yellow bot's wrists and pushed him to the ground and held him firmly. He kissed Bumblebee roughly, letting his length rub against the younger mech's own spike.

He went from kissing Bumblebee's mouth to his chin, then his neck and finally to his chassis, licking and nibbling.

"Nghh!!! OH OPTIMUS! Please don't stop!" Bumblebee pleaded. The sensations were beyond anything Bumblebee had ever felt. The sounds, the touch, the energy was far from his comprehension.

"Please Optimus! I need you inside me!" Bumblebee wailed out in a lustful moan.
Running his glossa back up towards the yellow bot's mouth, Optimus gave him another long kiss, letting his spike rub against Bumblebee's port.

He nibbled on his neck, whispering sweet words into his ear.
Leaning up towards the Prime, Bumblebee returned the nips and nibbles across his neck cables. He hardly accomplished much from moaning so much and from the state of lust that filled his processor.

Using both servos to rub over Optimus' face, Bumblebee moaned out. "Please Optimus. Don't make me wait any longer. I want your spike."

Optimus gave Bumblebee a passionate kiss as he slowly inches his spike into the port, making sure not to hurt the small bot.

Bumblebee gasped for air when the Prime's spike began to slide into his port. Bumblebee quickly wrapped his legs around Optimus' waist. "Oh Primus! You’re so big!" He moaned out in small whimpers. "Please don't stop whatever you do!"

"Ahh, ahhh! You're s-so tight!"

Optimus continued to push in, already more than halfway. Primus, Bumblebee felt so good.
Bumblebee's hips began to buck the deeper Optimus went in. It was simply amazing, the mixture of pain but mostly the pleasure of it all. The feelings were so great it nearly sent the yellow mech into his overload.

"I've never felt anything like this before! Your simply amazing Optimus!" Bumblebee said, his opticals blanking slowly in his state of lust. "Please, don't go easy on me. I can take you! I promise." Bumblebee told the Prime placing passionate kisses on his neck.

Wrapping his arms around Bumblebee, Optimus gave a rough kiss, and then shoved the rest of his spike into the small, slick port.

He stopped and gave the yellow bot time to adjust, before he mercilessly pounded into him.

Bumblebee moaned out in sexual agony as Optimus forced the rest of his thick spike into him. Optimus gave him time to adjust so he wouldn't be in any sort of pain. Optimus' spike was oddly a perfect fit inside of Bumblebee.

Finally after getting readjusted Optimus pulled out of Bumblebee and forced himself back in all the way and hard. Optimus began to pound into him roughly. Bumblebee was feeling such intense pleasure; he couldn't keep his optics on hardly to gaze at the Prime.

"Nghh-Bumblebee!" He panted as he sped up his pace, mercilessly thrusting and chewing on the smaller bot's neck cables. Primus, the little thing was so delicious. He wanted to keep him in this room forever, and interface with him and never let anyone touch or look at him. He was becoming possessive, but he didn't care - it was all for Bumblebee.
Bumblebee couldn't help but smile as the Prime called out his name. Nuzzling his head against Optimus' helm as he chewed on his neck cables and sped his humping. Bumblebee took a servo and rubbed the back of Optimus' helm.

Optimus’ mood seemed to have shifted. He was taking more control and becoming more possessive. He had finally let go of his shyness and let himself take what he wanted.

"Oh Optimus! Say my name again!" Bumblebee began to buck his hips nearing overload. "I love your touch, your sounds, and you’re everything! I LOVE YOU, OPTIMUS!" Bumblebee cried out.

Optimus pulled the yellow bot closer, whispering Bumblebee's name into his audio and fondled his aft. He pulled at the smaller mech's legs and placed them over his shoulders, going deeper into the small, slick port.

As Optimus whispered his name, Bumblebee overloaded screaming Optimus' name over and
over. Hugging Optimus as close as he could, Bumblebee shook violently. As Bumblebee fell limp basking in the after glow Optimus readjusted their position.

Even though Bumblebee was spent, Optimus continued to pound and thrust. Digging his servos into the yellow bot's legs, feeling his spike twitch as he neared his own overload.

The feeling of Optimus tensing up rippled through Bumblebee's port. Aching his back, Bumblebee reached up and cupped both of Optimus' cheeks, rubbing them tenderly. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to be filled by the Prime

"Optimus, fill me please. I need you now."

The begging, Oh Primus, Bumblebee's begging! It was enough to send him into his overload, spewing his lubricant into the smaller bot's port-filling it to the brim, some even leaking out and spilling all over their thighs.

The feeling of being filled with Optimus' lubricant was sensational. Lost in lust and bliss, Bumblebee laid his head back shutting his eyes. His mind was drifting.

Bumblebee's smile grew as he wrapped his arms around Optimus' helm and pulled him down towards him on the berth.

"You’re so beautiful Optimus." Bumblebee whispered.

With his breathing ragged, Optimus nuzzled his face into Bumblebees helm, hugging the young bot tightly. "As are you, little Bee."

He kissed Bumblebee gently and smiled, finally happy in a long while.

Bumblebee chuckled as Optimus used the shortened version of his name. Never had he addressed him so casually. Bumblebee's servos slowed their rubbed pace across Optimus' helm as he feel into recharge. This was a moment that he would hold forever. Hopefully there would be many more in the near future.

Kissing the small bot on the helm, he positioned Bumblebee on top of him-resting the yellow mech's face in the crook of his neck and sighed.

Maybe this would turn out all right after all.

With that last thought, he fell alongside Bumblebee into recharge.
~~~
After a couple hours of recharge, Bumblebee became conscience. Still lying motionless with his opticals shut, he laid thinking. He wondered if what had happened was a dream, or if it was real. After a moment of thinking he decided to see for himself. Opening his opticals slowly he only saw red. Tilting his head up, he saw Optimus. A large smile spread across his face as he squeezed his arms around the Prime's frame.

"Holy Primus, It was real!" He murmured quietly to himself.

Optimus recharged peacefully next to the little bot, cradling him closer to his frame unconsciously.

Watching Optimus sleep made Bumblebee smile, thinking about how he talked in recharge and kicked his legs lightly. Slipping away from Optimus' holding servos, Bumblebee quietly walked out of the room catching one more glimpse of the Prime before going down the hall into the main living area. As Bumblebee made his way down the hall he deeply blushed, thinking about what he had done earlier.

"I can't wait till he wakes up!" He exclaimed cheerfully.

An hour or two passed once Optimus finally awoke from recharge....alone.

A feeling of utter loneliness and abandonment crept into his spark. It was like Ultra Magnus sending him off all over again. Primus, maybe he was overreacting! But where had Bumblebee gone? Why did he leave?

Bumblebee sat on the concrete couch in the living room waiting patiently for once in his life. He had two cubes for energon sitting on the table, the TV set to Optimus' favorite history channel, and a small container beside him hiding something special he pulled out just for this occasion. Bumblebee just sat with a smile on his face trying to learn something from the historical program but was lost in thought about how the Prime would react.

Rubbing his face in frustration, the Prime sighed. He needed to calm down - he was overreacting (and now strangely possessive of Bumblebee). He got up, stretching his legs and arms, and silently walked out of his room, frantically looking for the yellow bot.

It finally happened, Bumblebee's patience ran out. He was much to excited to wait for Optimus to wake from recharge on his own. Getting up from the couch he ran towards the hallway to wake him up Optimus from his slumber. As he turned the corner, Bumblebee saw the Prime stretching and rubbing his face from waking up.

Bumblebee could hear his spark sing with happiness upon seeing Optimus. "Optimus!" He screamed as he ran into his arms. "You’re finally awake!" He nuzzled into his chest.
"AH!" Optimus fell back, the little bot still in his arms. "B-Bumblebee? Where? Oh, Primus..." The Prime chuckled, his fears going away as he held the young bot in his arms.

He rubbed the other's helm gently. "Where did you go?"
"Come on! I'll show you!" He said as he pulled on Optimus' arms, beckoning him to come into the living room. "You’re going to love it!" Bumblebee confidently declared as he ran off letting Optimus take his time getting there.
Blinking owlishly, Optimus followed Bumblebee, scratching his helm confused. He came into the living area and spotted the little bot smiling at him.

"What's going on?"

Sitting on the couch, Bumblebee rubbed the spot beside him. "Come sit. I have us some energon, and I have your favorite history stuff on the TV!" He said putting at the television. "And I have a special treat also!" Bumblebee said full of happiness and enthusiasm.

Optimus was surprised; Bumblebee did all this for him? A swell of happiness surged through him. He smiled, walking over and sitting next to the yellow bot.

"You really didn't have to Bumblebee..."

"I know. I just wanted to." Bumblebee said smiling happily. "You do so much for me and I wanted to be able to do something nice for you." He said kicking his legs back and forth on the edge of the couch.

The prime chuckled, rubbing the yellow bot's helm affectionately. He wrapped his arm around Bumblebee's shoulders, pulling him closer to his body.

"I suppose we should start then?"

"Yeah!" Bumblebee replied handing him his energon, while he took sips of his own. Bumblebee rubbed the top of his helm where Optimus had rubbed it. It would have normally irritated him, but he actually started to like it.

"Oh! Almost forgot my special box!" Bumblebee said as he pulled it from beside him and placed it in his lap.

Optimus didn't know what to say.

"I don't know what to say..." Yeah, he just said it.

He held up the box gently and looked over at Bumblebee. "Thank you."

Bumblebee laughed at the confused look Optimus gave the box. "Open it! It's filled with rust sticks. Yummy!" Bumblebee stated.

Optimus rolled his eyes playfully, knowing Bumblebee couldn't keep a present a secret before it was opened. The Prime lightly tugged at the bow, unwrapping it and pulling out the Cybertronian snacks. He laughed, and then looked at the yellow bot, feeling content for the first time in a long while. Maybe just some interfacing was all he needed to finally relax.

"Thanks, again."

The look on Optimus' face was warming to Bumblebee's spark. He was finally starting to enjoy himself after so long. Bumblebee wouldn't blame him for a cycle as much that has happened the past few days. Not a single emergency would be enough to keep the yellow mech on edge as well.

"So when do you think everyone will get back from hanging out with Sari? Just an estimate how much longer we have together like this. I know you'll probably want to keep a little distance when everyone is around." Bumblebee said giving a sad smile, looking away.

Optimus didn't notice Bumblebee's sad smile, too busy calculating how long the others had been gone. "Well, I'd say we have an hour or so...." He looked down at the snacks again, feeling a little depressed.

That's right; Bumblebee and I shouldn't even be together...

It may have been a time of peace, but they could be attacked any day and their relationship could put a strain on the team. The Prime clutched the rust sticks tightly, feeling a little regret for giving the yellow bot hope - this is what he wanted to avoid.

It was a little sad to hear there wasn't much time left, but Bumblebee had enjoyed the time that they did have. "We still have a little time left. Let's watch the TV and maybe cuddle a little?" It was all he really wanted for the time remaining. He knew before they began that they wouldn't be able to stay close with the team around.
Optimus smiled sadly at the little bot, nodding his head. "Yeah, we can do that."

The truck scooted closer towards his teammate, hugging him closely - afraid to let go.
As they closely nudged together, Bumblebee laid his head on Optimus' chest, feeling the warm of his spark. It was most bliss.

"So... What are we going to do about 'us' when everyone finally gets back?" Bumblebee asked, not looking away from the TV, hiding his saddened expression.

The autobot leader cringed. What were they going to do? This relationship was out of the question, it went against every rule Optimus had enforced.

"I...I don't know..."

Bumblebee rubbed over Optimus' stomach. He wasn't expecting much of an answer to begin with. Thinking of a plan, Bumblebee figured up what he considered the ideal plan for them.

"I have an idea. We could play innocent whenever the team is around and if they are gone we can have a little, private meeting." Bumblebee said winking at the Prime. "I know it's nothing great but I know you can't have me around swinging on your massive arm. You have to lead the team and I will gladly follow orders knowing it’s for a better future."

He thought about it for a moment, knowing that if he lied to his team and they found out - would they still trust him to lead? But he really wanted to stay with Bumblebee, he felt a strong connection after their interface, he really didn't want to let the yellow bot go.

"It doesn't sound very wise...."

"So, we should tell them?" He asked not sure if that was even smart to ask. Bumblebee sat up as they both were trying to figure out what to do. There weren’t really many choices to make but they had to make the right one.

"No..." He grabbed the bot by the shoulders, determined to keep him. "We'll keep it a secret...for now...."

"For... now?" Bumblebee wasn't sure what Optimus meant by that. He simply nodded in agreement for the time though. "So I guess I'll have to act normal huh?" Bumblebee said with a sly grin. "In that case I'll guess I'll just have to get to work on my project then!" Bumblebee declared as he hopped off the couch and headed towards the hall.
Confused the Prime watched Bumblebee run off, leaving him to his thoughts.

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Creating Secrets - Chapter 1