I Love You Meggy

The Metal Birds and the Bees

The solar cycle was ending. Maybe the new one was already beginning. Bumblebee didn't know, the scout found the human planet's orbit to be short and hard to keep track of, but it was dark, the humans were asleep and the other Autobots stationed on this dirtball of a planet were buried in their duties. The yellow scout was travelling the empty wastelands of Jasper, Nevada by pede, looking around at his surroundings while mulling over his thoughts.

His thoughts that had had a turn for the worse and, admittedly, morally wrong as of a few days ago. Bumblebee couldn't tear his mind away from a certain someone. Now, that alone would be okay, he is allowed to have a meaningless infatuation on some bot. The problem was that that "some bot" was in fact the feared leader of the Decepticons, Megatron.

He felt sick to his fuel tank. He knows he's in the wrong. But Megatron's luscious, non-existent lipplates made his intake water and his insides stir in an oh-so familiar way.

He's got the hots for Megatron, the tyrant, his enemy, and he couldn't stop.

And he contacted Megatron to decide on a rendezvous point where they could act on his desires.

That is how Bumblebee finds himself, standing in the middle of the abandoned, empty desert, doorwings drooping and optics cast to the sandy ground he's standing on. He feels stupid, he's going to get himself killed, his teammates are going to find out after he returns to base beaten into a pile of scrap and he'll be thrown out like gar—

"Ahem."

Bumblebee feels his fuel tank drop. Scrap.

He turns around slowly, and looks up from the ground. And up. And up. Up until he meets the face of his enemy.

"Megatron," Bumblebee breathes out.

"Yes, it is I, Megatron of the Decepticons," the large, silver bot answers to his call, "and I'm here to whisk you away to experience the best night of your functioning."

Bumblebee looks caltulatingly from the tyrant's smirking faceplate to the servo he is offering to the scout.

He already dug his own grave, better to own up and go lay in it.

"Okay," he says as he places his servo in his enemy's much larger one. Then, suddenly, everything is crooked and he's falling into Megatron's arms where he is positioned into a bridal carry and whisked away through the dark, silent desert.

They find themselves in a small cave carved into the side of one of the hills adorning the landscape. It doesn't deserve to be called a cave, Bumblebee thinks, before his thought processes are interrupted by Megatron's body weight pressing him into the rocky wall and his lips capturing the scout's.

He moans. Loudly. Megatron pulls away to guffaw, but leans back in after a very short while.

Their moist glossas tangle together as their kiss deepens. Bumblebee finds Megatron repositioning him all over again, laying him down on the ground on his back while the tyrant hovers over him.

"Give me your juice Meggy!" Bumblebee almost screams as the aforementioned Decepticon tweaks one of the connecting wires near his hip and grins against his lipplates.

"You'll get my goo soon, my tiny Bee Man, trust me," Megatron whispers as he pulls away only a scant distance. Their lipplates keep brushing together as the war-worn bot keeps whispering to him. "I'm going to shoot my goo all over your pretty bee-ish body. You'll have to walk back to base covered in my robourt yougurt and there's no way your teammateswon't notice."

Bumblebee almost nuts in his robot pants.

"Moan," he moans. Megatron grins.

He opens his panel and Bumblebe follows suit. They do the do and it's really hot and stuff.

"I'm going to sling my meat liquid, Bee!" Megatron screams in the throes of his pleasure. Bumblebee thinks his optics may be leaking from the pleasure.

"Gimme ur bad bad tyrant babies Meggy, nut in me ;0" he whispers and Megatron does just that.

They lay panting on the ground together. Bumblebee doesn't know if the regrets this whole ordeal. Maybe.

Megatron grabs him in his powerful servos and pulls into a powerstance.

"I'm going to throw you back to your base," the leader of the Deceptithots says.

"You don't know where the base is!" Bumblebee screams.

"Tough luck, guess here's to hoping luck can do it." And Megatron flings him, maximum speed, through the entire fucking desert.

He ends up crashing in through the silo walls and attracting the optics of all his team members.

"Hullo, don't mind me lol, me just on my morning stroll and stuff"

Ratchet shrugs. The others turn away. Let the scout fuck the decepticon you cowards.

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Bumblebee is back in his quarters, sitting on the edge of his berth. In his hands he holds a capture of Megatron he took during their... meeting, of sorts.

He gazes at the tyrant's face and whispers:

"I love u Meggy."

Then he dabs. The end.