Transformers Prime: A New Beginning

Chapter 58: Spark's Vow: Part 3: A Destiny's Awakening

Warning: This chapter will contain sexual/mature content. Reader discretion is advised.

Normal Perspective:

A day had passed since Michael had been rescued from the Decepticons, and things had returned to normal.

Well, almost normal.

The young teen had quickly been able to reacclimate to being at the base again, and had told the others all about what had happened in the desert, how he had survived, how his Keyblade had been destroyed, how Megatron found out about other universes, and their powerful relics, and how he now wished to obtain the Keyblade's power for himself, along with having a new agenda.

The Autobots were all shocked by these revelations, and while they were concerned about the tide of the war now, they all had to agree that it was a good thing Megatron didn't obtain any information about any future events or about what the Omega Keys were, or where the location of their base was.

Michael, in a test to see if it was really gone, had tried summoning his Keyblade, but it wouldn't appear no matter how hard he tried to summon it. He also tried materializing a new one, but that didn't work either, as if his ability wasn't allowing it.

Despite the fact of having other weapons and abilities in his arsenal, the Keyblade was one of the most powerful ones he had, given the mystical powers the weapon carried.

Without it, he felt powerless, but he wasn't going to let it stop him from fighting the Decepticons.

Smokescreen had also apologized to Michael and Bumblebee for not trying to look for him a few days previously, and they accepted it, with Bumblebee also apologizing for punching and yelling at the rookie, to which the white mech also accepted it.

The rookie had, unfortunately Michael and Bumblebee, heard what had gone on in their room the previous night, and proceeded to ask the rest of the team about it since he didn't understand what had gone on, which made them all, including Optimus and Ratchet, become extremely awkward the instant the question left his intake, and they didn't give him a straight answer. The humans also became awkward, for while they were of a different species, they understood what went on between the two mechs, and had flushed bright red.

They were all for learning about Cybertron and how different the planet and its race was from Earth, but that was not one of the things they wanted to learn about.

They were also glad that Raf was not there to hear that.

That night, Michael entered his and Bumblebee's room, finding the scout laying on their berth reading a datapad. He looked up as the Techno-Organic entered the room, and smiled.

"<:Hey Michael.:>" He beeped.

"Hey 'Bee." The young mech said back, and went to lay down on their berth as the scout put the datapad away, and the two cuddled on their berth, pulling each other in close.

Bumblebee couldn't help but smile, and rubbed Michael's faceplate with his thumb as he retracted his mask, revealing a sad smile behind it. He stared into his dual-colored optics, and felt himself become aroused.

He couldn't help but let his optics roam his sparkmate's frame, taking in and admiring his appearance.

His muscular-looking, slim, sleek frame, his grayish-green and deep red paint, the interesting patterns that adorned it, his beautiful red and blue optics, his deep, soothing voice...

He felt coolant well up behind his optics at the thought of how he had almost lost him, and felt himself become heated as he pulled himself closer to the Techno-Organic, wanting more contact.