crimsonclad (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} crimsonclad) wrote,@ 2007-07-05 15:36:00 |
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WHAT. WHAT.
I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS HAPPENED. WHAT HAVE I DONE.
It was many years since Bumblebee had taken a lover, and as he looked up at Ironhide, he could feel his body trembling. "What do you think we will become?"
Ironhide smiled, and the familiar metallic sound of that motion made Bumblebee shiver. "I don't know, 'Bee. But I can't wait to find out."
Bumblebee's first partner-- so long ago-- had been a sweet thing, and the result of their coupling-- a windmill, turning lazily in the winds of Cybertron-- had been as gentle and solid as their relationship. Once, in the later days of the war, Bumblebee had thrown caution to the wind and mated with an old friend turned traitor, temporary truce formed through their mutual desperation. The result had been a ravenous sawmill, capable of churning through any kind of metal. The sheer power had been intoxicating, but afterward, Bumblebee had felt empty, used. Lonely.
But so many years later, curving up against Ironhide's warm bulk, he knew this would be different. He knew they couldn't help but become something wonderful.
"That's right, sweetheart," Ironhide whispered, his normally stern voice gone soft with wanting, "show me your spark."
Bumblebee felt pleasure run through him, conducted along his every surface. With a sigh, he opened his chest.
Ironhide reached out carefully, then ran a single hexagonal fingertip along the edge of Bumblebee's spark. "Ah--" Bumblebee gasped, the heat rising up in him. "Please-- oh, please--"
"Cube that's good," Ironhide swore, his voice slurring with lust. "Okay-- okay--" he stuttered as he began to open his own chest cavity. "Are you ready?"
Bumblebee didn't answer-- he just gave himself up to the transformation before he could think about it any more. He could feel his humanoid shape disappear as every piece of himself shifted and slithered into something new, something where his polished surfaces linked themselves to Ironhide's coils and joints. They became joined everywhere, a new creation, and deep within, their sparks flared together, pulsating in ecstasy.
"yeah, 'Bee, yeah," Ironhide rumbled. "Can you see? Oh, fuck, do that again--"
Bumblebee flexed the panel he had moved before, and Ironhide growled out his delight. "I think I know what we are," Bumblebee hissed, feeling a row of wheels, mapping out their new expanse of curves. "I took Sam to a place once, and he called it--"
Ironhide thrashed, sending a ripple through their joined structure.
"--a roller coaster, oh, oh, cube, I need--" Bumblebee managed, but then his car was climbing Ironhide's tracks and he lost the power of speech.
Every echoing click was a kiss, a caress. As the yellow carriage moved closer and closer to the ride's highest peak, the ground beneath began to shudder with Ironhide's need. His metal groaned and strained. "Close, 'Bee, you're so-- close--"
And then the car tipped its nose over the edge, and they were falling together. The rush of it was blinding, as each one surrendered to gravity only to be held up by the metal tracks of his lover.
Whenever they thought the pleasure couldn't get more intense, the speeding car would climb another peak, or find itself cradled in the perfect curve of a spiral. Every plummet was angled for maximum pleasure, every rise another thrust up at the sky. Their commingled sparks crackled along the rails in bursts of energy.
Just when Bumblebee thought he might not be able to take any more, the speeding car finally slowed to a stop, safety bars rising to release nonexistent riders.
" 'Bee," Ironhide gasped, still trembling with aftershocks.
Bumblebee felt oxidized, he was so wrung out. "Mmm. Good."
By silent consent, they waited a few moments before separating, reclaiming their individual components and returning to their previous shapes. Wrapping their arms around one another was a bit more difficult than it seemed when Bumblebee watched Sam and Mikaela do it, but he liked it anyway.
"Can I see you tomorrow?" Ironhide rumbled, the spinning of his cannons sending a pleasant vibration through Bumblebee's exoskeleton.
"I dunno-- Sam might need me for something."
"Tell him you're busy," Ironhide whined, which made Bumblebee laugh.
"I'm sorry, are my duties protecting the savior of our race inconveniencing you?"
Ironhide grinned. "Well, maybe a little."
"I'm sure you can handle it, tough guy." Bumblebee paused before pulling away, and opened his chest just enough for a beam of energy to arc across the space between them, making Ironhide groan. "Okay, I really do have to go. I'll let you know if I can make it tomorrow." He started to shift back into his Camaro-form (which Ironhide had admitted was pretty shapely, for something designed by humans).
"I'll miss you, 'Bee," Ironhide smiled, as calm and happy as Bumblebee had ever seen him.
"Goodnight," Bumblebee beamed, wiggling his shiny bumper as he drove away.
I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS HAPPENED. WHAT HAVE I DONE.
It was many years since Bumblebee had taken a lover, and as he looked up at Ironhide, he could feel his body trembling. "What do you think we will become?"
Ironhide smiled, and the familiar metallic sound of that motion made Bumblebee shiver. "I don't know, 'Bee. But I can't wait to find out."
Bumblebee's first partner-- so long ago-- had been a sweet thing, and the result of their coupling-- a windmill, turning lazily in the winds of Cybertron-- had been as gentle and solid as their relationship. Once, in the later days of the war, Bumblebee had thrown caution to the wind and mated with an old friend turned traitor, temporary truce formed through their mutual desperation. The result had been a ravenous sawmill, capable of churning through any kind of metal. The sheer power had been intoxicating, but afterward, Bumblebee had felt empty, used. Lonely.
But so many years later, curving up against Ironhide's warm bulk, he knew this would be different. He knew they couldn't help but become something wonderful.
"That's right, sweetheart," Ironhide whispered, his normally stern voice gone soft with wanting, "show me your spark."
Bumblebee felt pleasure run through him, conducted along his every surface. With a sigh, he opened his chest.
Ironhide reached out carefully, then ran a single hexagonal fingertip along the edge of Bumblebee's spark. "Ah--" Bumblebee gasped, the heat rising up in him. "Please-- oh, please--"
"Cube that's good," Ironhide swore, his voice slurring with lust. "Okay-- okay--" he stuttered as he began to open his own chest cavity. "Are you ready?"
Bumblebee didn't answer-- he just gave himself up to the transformation before he could think about it any more. He could feel his humanoid shape disappear as every piece of himself shifted and slithered into something new, something where his polished surfaces linked themselves to Ironhide's coils and joints. They became joined everywhere, a new creation, and deep within, their sparks flared together, pulsating in ecstasy.
"yeah, 'Bee, yeah," Ironhide rumbled. "Can you see? Oh, fuck, do that again--"
Bumblebee flexed the panel he had moved before, and Ironhide growled out his delight. "I think I know what we are," Bumblebee hissed, feeling a row of wheels, mapping out their new expanse of curves. "I took Sam to a place once, and he called it--"
Ironhide thrashed, sending a ripple through their joined structure.
"--a roller coaster, oh, oh, cube, I need--" Bumblebee managed, but then his car was climbing Ironhide's tracks and he lost the power of speech.
Every echoing click was a kiss, a caress. As the yellow carriage moved closer and closer to the ride's highest peak, the ground beneath began to shudder with Ironhide's need. His metal groaned and strained. "Close, 'Bee, you're so-- close--"
And then the car tipped its nose over the edge, and they were falling together. The rush of it was blinding, as each one surrendered to gravity only to be held up by the metal tracks of his lover.
Whenever they thought the pleasure couldn't get more intense, the speeding car would climb another peak, or find itself cradled in the perfect curve of a spiral. Every plummet was angled for maximum pleasure, every rise another thrust up at the sky. Their commingled sparks crackled along the rails in bursts of energy.
Just when Bumblebee thought he might not be able to take any more, the speeding car finally slowed to a stop, safety bars rising to release nonexistent riders.
" 'Bee," Ironhide gasped, still trembling with aftershocks.
Bumblebee felt oxidized, he was so wrung out. "Mmm. Good."
By silent consent, they waited a few moments before separating, reclaiming their individual components and returning to their previous shapes. Wrapping their arms around one another was a bit more difficult than it seemed when Bumblebee watched Sam and Mikaela do it, but he liked it anyway.
"Can I see you tomorrow?" Ironhide rumbled, the spinning of his cannons sending a pleasant vibration through Bumblebee's exoskeleton.
"I dunno-- Sam might need me for something."
"Tell him you're busy," Ironhide whined, which made Bumblebee laugh.
"I'm sorry, are my duties protecting the savior of our race inconveniencing you?"
Ironhide grinned. "Well, maybe a little."
"I'm sure you can handle it, tough guy." Bumblebee paused before pulling away, and opened his chest just enough for a beam of energy to arc across the space between them, making Ironhide groan. "Okay, I really do have to go. I'll let you know if I can make it tomorrow." He started to shift back into his Camaro-form (which Ironhide had admitted was pretty shapely, for something designed by humans).
"I'll miss you, 'Bee," Ironhide smiled, as calm and happy as Bumblebee had ever seen him.
"Goodnight," Bumblebee beamed, wiggling his shiny bumper as he drove away.
