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emotionallyattachednerd · 8 months

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Mistletoe ❙ ES Soundwave x f!robot reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 2600+

Warnings: Smut ( touching, interfacing, spike in valve and spark merging ) little angst with happy ending and fluff. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Thanks for sending in your request. Sorry for the late a lot has been going on for me to keep focused on writing. This was a lot more tamer than what I've been writing lately but I really enjoyed doing something more tender with fluff. Hope you all enjoy. 🥰

Coffee ☕

At the time you don't remember a lot from that day, only that you straight up offered to take care of Soundwave's cassettes so they wouldn't have to be locked in a cell. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into but you weren't going to back out either. Looking at Soundwave you saw the confusion flicker across his visor, bound and about to be transported to the G.H.O.S.T. holding cells where he was to remain.

You're an autobot, trusted by both Optimus and Megatron they agreed to allow this to happen for them to be in your care. You remember looking at Soundwave and staring at him, trying to figure out what the decepticon was thinking, which proved to be near impossible. You hoped that this might give Soundwave a small insight to rethink about the future, for the sake of their world and species. It's all about survival now.

While in your care the cassettes were unsure suddenly, or conflicted. Frenzy and Lazerbeak were a little more open but Ravage wasn't so fond of you but you chose to give it time. Over the months they warmed up to you and you were proud that they were able to trust you. They behaved like children but you cherished this. However, you could tell they missed Soundwave very much.

Turns out, all efforts with G.H.O.S.T. was pointless. You ended up under Mandroid's control, along with the autobots and Megatron. All you remember is being stuck, trapped in a blind whiteness that you couldn't get out of. You've never felt so scared before. The next thing to happen is for you to wake up and there is Soundwave right in front of you, his shoulder blaster flared up and aiming directly at you. If it wasn't for his cassettes jumping in front of you he might've taken the shot. They begged him to not hurt you, and he listened, downpowering his weapon.

After everything it was time to clean up the mess. It was decided to give the decepticons one more chance and they finally accepted, but refused to become autobots. It was decided for Soundwave to live with you as well so he could be watched. You were a little nervous since he did try to kill you, but felt safe knowing he only wanted to be with his cassettes again.

Being under control felt like a part of you was torn apart. For a time you weren't yourself, even with the cassettes trying to help you. It was Soundwave though who ended up helping you move on. How? Well, that's where things get interesting.

Things started happening when you noticed Soundwave playing music, but not just any music, they were your favourites back on Cybertron. You haven't heard anything like that in a long while. You did ask Soundwave why he played them and his answer was that music can help with recovery. You were a little surprised to hear this, not really thinking that Soundwave cared.

You were very wrong there.

Then the cassettes got dragged in, or they decided to play a part. For example, near the human holiday Christmas, Frenzy and Lazerbeak bring you to Soundwave, where Ravage brings him to as well. A random spot. Above you both there was a mistletoe. A silly thing the humans did you thought. Apparently you're meant to kiss the other if you both were to stand under it.

Looking at Soundwave you expect him to turn away thinking the cassettes game was childish, but he doesn't. He's staring right at you, his visor dimming a little as you hold the stare back. It is as if everything went silent around you as he steps closer, closing the distance, and you're surprised to see his mouth guard retract, relieving lips underneath.

His servo moves up to your cheek plating causing your plating to heat up a little, then you watch as he tilts his helm and presses his lips against your own for a tender kiss. It's only short but the feeling of his lips over your own was like sweet energon, you wanted more of it. He pulls away and his mouth guard slides back over, and you can only stand there speechless. The cassettes let out a cheer making you snap out of your thoughts and realise what just happened. Soundwave kissed you. Why did he kiss you? Because of the mistletoe? It had to be only for that reason.

You're wrong again.

Soundwave acts differently around you from there onward, more fondly and even opening up. You even start to recharge better, the nightmares slowly becoming less frequent and you find yourself spending more time with Soundwave with the cassettes' encouragement. You find yourself becoming closer towards him, always seeking to be around him as you notice he does the same with you. You're both just always together. Eventually, he asks you out on a date.

You agree.

Asking Bumblebee to watch the cassettes without telling him you and Soundwave had a date was a little bit of a challenge as he wasn't overly fond of the childish smaller cons, but with the Terrans help he agreed finally. It's not like you were ashamed, but for now you just want to keep what's happening between both you and Soundwave to yourselves. Soundwave takes you to Witwicky's viewpoints. The snow fall is still fairly new as it comes down all over, and you had to admit it's rather beautiful. Over the time you've been on earth you've found the snow to have a peaceful effect.

"Y/N." You hear him say your name, making you turn your attention to him. "Are you happy?"

"Happy?" You question with a tilt of your helm. "Well, yeah, I guess I am. Honestly I haven't felt happy for a long while, but you and your cassettes have helped. Just having you all around, in my life, it's brought a comfort I can't help but relish."

"Like a family?"

You smile softly. "Yeah, like a family. What about you, are you happy?"

He's quiet, turning his helm as if he's looking away. "I am."

Is he blushing?

Your smile grew more. In the past you've fought with Soundwave in combat, primus, he was even about to shoot you more than a bunch of times, now here you both were on a date. Crazy how things turn out sometimes.

"I never thanked you for taking care of my cassettes." He finally meets your optics again and goes on. "Or apologise for almost shooting you. So, thank you, and I'm sorry."

You stare at him, optics softening as you hear this.

"You're welcome, and it's alright. I wasn't myself, you had every right to try and stop me." You answer back, flinching a little when a snow flack lands on your face, causing a soft smirk to come from you. "The snow fall tickles my face."

You feel his servo against your cheek plating then, right where the snow flake had fallen. His digit traces gently into you and you can't help but lean into his touch. Soundwave steps closer and you watch his mouth guard retract back, showing you his lips once again like the first time. He kisses you, and you welcome it.

Both your servos rest against his shoulder plates, tilting your helm and slowly deepening the kiss you both shared. Letting out a soft muffled gasp you feel his glossa roll out, tangling with your own running across your denta's as you did the same to him back. The taste of him fueled your desires so wildly, something you've never felt before.

Pressing up closely your kiss only grows hotter and more demanding. Both his and your servos roam across each other, feeling every curve and plating, your spark pulsing in your chamber making you gasp from the overwhelming emotion. Breaking the kiss you look at Soundwave through dimmed optics, a thousand questions rushing through your mind but only a few were a top priority.

"What's happening?" You manage to whisper against his lips between the heated kiss. "What is this?" You're so confused by what your spark is screaming out for.

"Connection." Soundwave answers, your optics watching his lips move is so fascinating. He holds you close and presses his helm against the front of yours fondly. "Bond."

"Bond?" You are not sure what it means.

He moves his free servo over your chassis, directly where your spark is and you feel yourself pulse strongly under his touch. With his other he moves your servo over his own chassis and you feel his own spark thumping wildly under your contact.

It hits you then. "Is this...?" You're unable to finish, going speechless.

"Affirmative." He answers through what sounds like a low moan.

It's love. Both your sparks were desperately reaching out for one another, demanding for contact. It's Soundwave that asks the big question.

"Y/N, will you become my conjunx endura?" It's a serious question, and yet you answer truthfully.

"Yes." There is no doubt in your voice.

Somehow you end back up at your base, the old G.H.O.S.T. building that was given to both autobots and decepticons to use for themselves. No one notices either of you returning in a hurry and head right into your quarters. Inside you're both lost in a deep and passionate kiss, glossas dominating one another as your moans vibrate through each other with a blinding desire.

You want this, so bad, and you can feel his longing for you as well. His servos suddenly grip under your thighs and lift you up under his stronghold making you gaps against his lips that fall into a low desperate moan. Others might think you both are a little crazy to rush things, but never have you felt so right about something and feel that urgency to commence this completely, tonight. Your legs wrap around his slender waist and hold on tightly as he carries you over to the berth, laying you down and joining you on the berth as it creaks a little under both your weights.

His servos move down you, his visor holding your stare as your optics furrow a little, curious about what he is doing before you feel a sudden gentle pulse that bursts from every sensitive spot in you and goes directly to your spark and already heated valve. What was that?

It doesn't take long for you to figure it out. He's using his little trick on your, sonic pulses vibrating from his servos, running through his digits as they rush through you in the most pleasurable way. Well, the mech knew how to touch, that you figured out real fast. Guess it's a weapon not just for war, but for pleasure too.

Your back arches as he continues this, his mouth moving to your inner neck cables as he suckles and nips at each one in the most seductive way possible, causing more beautiful sounds to echo from your vocals for him to reish. He continues this, teasing you through each rocking pulse, before gripping at your waist and tugging you against his heated panel.

Letting out a throaty gasp from the heated contact you look up at him as he hovers before you smile between heated breaths and lean up to kiss him firmly. He returns the kiss, just as he grinds himself into you. Enough teasing, you can't keep doing this. You want to be filled by him, and join your sparks.

It's like he read your processor, because he moves suddenly again, giving a harsh thrust into you with his panel retracted and throbbing spike rubbing against your, trans fluids dripping onto your still closed panel. Acting quickly you retract your own finally, letting out a moan as he does this a few more times. Before you can say anything he suddenly pressed himself into your valve, sinking inch by inch as you both carry on with noise and heavy vents.

Your helm hits the berth once he's fully within her clenching depths, your valve twitching with each rapid pulse from his throbbing cable. He withdraws, and sinks back in, gaining a rhythm as he lays closely over you, holding you as he frags you slow and firmly.

Holding his gaze you caress his check plating as you rock under him with each thrust, gasping softly and clenching more around him, loving every bit of thickness he gives. He sits up on his knee pads and pulls you up against his chassis, having you half straddle him as he rests back a little, your servos moving across his shoulder armour before coming to the back of his helm and sharing a kiss with him.

You hear metal shifting and then there's an illuminating light between the both of you. Soundwave's blue spark pulses rapidly, begging for a connection right in front of them. After staring for a bit you finally open your own chamber, the same blue spark pulsing right back from you.

Soundwave then leans into your audio, whispering. "I love you."

Such beautiful tender words, it makes you almost melt. "I love you too." Is your answer back.

Then it happens. Both your sparks join finally, entwining together in their own rapid merging together. The shock causes your back to arch under Soundwave's servos as he keeps hold so he doesn't lose you, his thrusts short and quick now, rutting into your dripping valve over again. Your node is being grinded harshly in the most incredible way causing your overload to build more within your core.

You start feeling it, the contact forming between you and Soundwave, a new bond to share for eternity.

"Soundwave...primus...It's so much!" You manage to find your voice before burying your face into his neck as you hold on tightly, short groans heard after each thrust that is drilled into you, Soundwave's grunts mixing in together.

"So good. So pure. So beautiful." He says back through heated vents before kissing you deeply. His hips still and you feel his fluids suddenly soaking your inner depths warmly.

You overload right there with him. Your juices mix with his fluids as you rock your hips still, savouring every second. It's not over yet. Your sparks are still merging, but it's very incense and you feel a second overload about to burst through you.

Letting out a loud cry of bliss you feel your sparks burst together in a blinding light. It's done. You're both now bonded. Your second overload hits right through you before Soundwave finally stops moving all together and lays you back down on the berth.

You're tired, but you feel so incredible all over. Soundwave removes himself from your valve and your chassis, both closing up quietly before he lays right beside you and caresses your warm cheek plating. You could've sworn he is purring, and you love every bit of it.

In your new bond he's sending all sorts of warmth to you, making you hum in delight and lean up to kiss him again. You love his lips, you love him, everything about him you craved. When the kiss is broken he's smiling down at you, so tender and loving.

"Thank you." Is all you can say to him through your tired state.

"No, thank you." He answers back fondly.

Embracing Soundwave you hold onto him, your vents slowly down that turn into low hums while savouring the aftershocks of the intense overloads you both shared. Never have you felt so complete, feeling the silky warmth of the newly created bond between you two. There are no regrets, no conflict, just pure joyness.

You're now his as he's yours, your conjunx endura.

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cozzzynook · 5 months

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Part two of BeeWaveWave

The sounds of metallic paw pedes hitting the pavement outside the cave rung like canons in his audio’s.

Thundering pede steps always seemed to echo not too far behind as if she’d been leading the mech wearing a chain set and yet he knew that was impossible. Ravage was like Soundwave’s sparkling, in all intents and purposes she is Soundwaves sparkling making her Shockwave’s sparkling by conjux default. No way they’d make her wear something as demeaning as a chain set.

��Focus bee, focus,’ he whispers for fear of being heard even in his own mind, but once Soundwave lands he will have to.

A whirring crackle, a low screech far above from the clouds and the telltale signs of transforming echoed not long after. Those pede steps were lighter, a lot lighter, than the other mech tracking him.

‘Okay, okay Bee. Breathe. You can do it. Just breathe. In and out, slowly. You’ve managed to avoid them this long, just remain quiet,’ Bee assured himself, lifting a tired servo as best he could before stilling. Silence engulfed the large cave.

The fluttering in his abdomen made him go stone still and the little servo and pede he felt press against his side made it difficult to suppress his wince. But it seemed luck was on his side at the moment. Rain had begun to fall heavily around them and the cracks of lightning and thunder illuminated the space in the back of the cave. Bumblebee could see their shadows getting closer and he hoped they couldn’t see his.

Another tiny servo pressed against his side and he felt a pede kick the top of his gestation tank hitting his chest plating. He couldn’t hold back the sharp vent that escaped him and he felt the pull on his spark as his twin sparklings felt their sires close by. They could sense Shockwave and Soundwave whenever the two would get close. He’d been so sure the two mechs would’ve given up on him months ago like his teammates seemed to.

They stopped sending out search parties a few weeks ago, he knew they were worried about him and they wanted him to come back. But he couldn’t. He felt so guilty just leaving them like that and abandoning Raf had been the worst. The little human was a child and his spark hung heavy not taking him with him. As a carrier it was in his nature to dote on children and others yet he ignored it largely for the simple fact his teammates didn’t know, not even their medic Ratchet.

There were things he kept from his team that he never wanted them to know. If they could see him now, less bulk and more slim his actual frame without welded on additions that looked natural. They would ask too many questions and he didn’t want anybot knowing. Not even Optimus, he was just too ashamed and afraid to tell his past secrets.

“Anything Ravage?”

The sound of Shockwave’s deep baritone voice made his optics spin and his sparklings press their little servos against his tank uncomfortably. He couldn’t stop the minute gasp that left his guarded dermas, servo darting to hold the tender mesh of his swollen abdomen. His sparklings were growing restless in his tanks as they heard the vox of their sire nearby. He felt a shift behind him and Bumblebee just knew it was Soundwave. The mech had a way of keeping so silent while letting his presence alone vastly incase the area with intimidation and a demand of capturing any mechs attention. It was a trait both himself and Shockwave admired about the bioluminescent mech, one Bumblebee wished he wasn’t at the receiving end of.

He couldn’t help but focus in on the quiet mechs behind him, the tiny pitter of gravel shifting under Ravage’s paws. The soft shift of Frenzy’s talons no doubt on Soundwave and the low retraction of Ratbat escaping free of Soundwave’s chassis covering his spark. A shiver of panic erupted in his closed off EM field pushing his inner processor circuits to heat uncomfortably as he feared discovery.

After all this time, all his careful tactics and plannings, sure to lay low and avoid the two mechs who continued their search for him far longer than he originally anticipated. They searched with more depth than his former teammates did and though it broke a part of his spark painfully he also felt a mix of fear at being discovered in such a vulnerable state yet elation at the two feeling more for him aside from being only berth partners. He knew such feelings were dangerous yet he couldn’t help himself. Bumblebee was utterly infatuated and enamored with the two intelligent mechs behind him.

The sound of a plasma cannon beginning to hum to life itched Bumblebee’s audios briefly and he felt his spark drop in utter horror. He heard a heavy pede step forward and a much quieter pede inch closer to the large bolder he hid behind. Sounds of the air being sniffed greeted his audio receptors and Frenzy’s wings fanning open was met as the bird took to the air and he felt Ratbat closing in on him. His servos clasped tightly to the soft mesh on his tank as his sparklings squirmed inside him. Caught between wanting their sire’s affection and presence to reacting at their carriers fear and rapid pulsing spark.

His servos laid protectively on his wide stretched out tank as his pedes shifted quietly. He tried to brace himself to stand, get his stabilizers ready to run at a moments notice though the little yellow and black mech knew it would be in vain. His frame was far too weighed down and tired to move as graceful as he once did and his joints were howling in pain as the circuits in his hips and joints ached with every movement. He knew he was far bigger than most at this stage, carrying two sparklings would drain even the strongest of mechs and seeing as his frame had always been on the smaller side he was truly at a disadvantage.

Boom.

The loud noise and earth moving explosion caused the mechs behind him to dart their attention away from him. The sounds of a series of transformations occurred and Bumblebee could hear his teammates outside the cave begin firing at the five cons. He’d never heard Shockwave sound an angry grunt before nor had he known the mech’s blaster could cover such a large range of space. Soundwave seemed to hold the same sentiment blasting at the group with great precision as he no doubt silently commanded Ravage, Ratbat and Frenzy to attack.

Bumblebee took the moment to use the distraction to his advantage, lifting himself as quickly as he could the former scout waddled at a quick pace towards the back entrance of the cave. Taking his leave out back he hurried away from the battle, remorse sticking to his spinal struts as he left his teammates to fight opponents only Optimus and Ultra Magnus could truly take on.

His servo clutched at the sharp kick to his side that left him staggering. For a moment he feared he was going into emergence but when he felt another at the top of his tank, his little protoforms developing frame pressing against his vents, he struggled to sigh relieved as he slowed his pace. He had no choice but to waddle steadily along the path his navigations system reported would take longer to reach the abandoned decepticon base but it was worth it. He wanted to reach the abandoned cave before nightfall as he didn’t have the best night vision and he was sure his sparklings would wear him down further. He needed enough rest to begin repairing the old space bridge so he could transwarp to a neutral planet.

It was his best bet towards getting to safety for not only himself but most importantly his innocent sparklings. He did not want them knowing war or the darkness of their universe, realistically he knew they would eventually but he did not want them born directly into it. He wanted them to at least have a safe sparklinghood unlike himself who was born at the beginnings of war. He could barely remember the beauty of Cybertron. Everything even its beauty, held horrors at every corner. But he supposed that was the price to pay for such uncivilized treatment towards certain factions of their military mechs and the unspeakable horrors they let exist by having a caste system.

Memories of his carriers gray and lifeless frame dripping energon over his thin squirming protoform came to his processor. He shivered letting out a painful whirr as his vox shook, a protective servo rested against his tank rubbing at the protruding mesh being pushed out by a set of two tiny servo’s. They weren’t even bigger than his digit yet they held such power over him. He would keep his sparklings safe, he wouldn’t let them fall in the hands of either side of this war.

No matter how desperate his spark and sparklings were at having the sire’s by their frames, speaking softly to the growing lives inside him. Gently caressing his mesh tank as they grew, face plates housed in the crook of his neck cables they were always so tender with, he would not allow even them the knowledge of their existence.

‘I’m so sorry for keeping this from you,’ and in that moment, as a drop of coolant leaked from his optic, his helm tilted towards what would become his past. He allowed only one sob to wrack his frame before walking towards his and his sparklings future.

‘I’m so sorry.’ If Bumblebee felt his spark break he ignored it in favor of waddling on with one goal in his processor.

Making it to the base had been harder than Bumblebee thought. By the time he reached the abandoned site his pedes were on fire, his ankle plating almost popped from his swollen circuits and mesh and his hips joints were grinding painfully in need of some serious oil. He couldn’t stop the heavy vents shaking his chassis painfully as he tries to cool his systems and get some rest. He overworked his already exhausted frame even with the frequent breaks and long rest stops his sparklings and frame demanded of him. He was halfway through carrying and already felt he was about to pop he couldn’t fathom trying to do this the further he got closer to his sparklings emergence. Bumblebee couldn’t fathom having to do anything more than lay on his back during his last two months of carrying. He wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to earn his keep once he got to a neutral planet if the rumors weren’t true.

Hi He was hopeful they were it’d be a dream come true if he could be provided with fuel, shelter, carrier and protoform energon along with a i guaranteed future job after healing from emergence. Bumblebee knew it was a stretch hoping to make it to a neutral planet that would be willing to help him if they found out who he was before becoming an autobot. But to get that far he’d have to get off his lazy aft and sit up so he could start working on repairing the damaged space bridge.

His back strut was killing him even as he laid on the floor with his arm guards trembling as he tried to get himself to move. His shoulder plating was unusually sensitive as it rubbed against the ground. Bumblebee couldn’t stop the static whimper that left his vox when a particularly hard kick against his internal upper mid section. It felt like his sparklings were hard pressed to make him rest by discomforting him even if it grew painful for him.

‘I won’t be getting up anytime soon,’ his digits brushed against his chassis right above his spark chamber. With the knowledge he remembers from his time learning about sparklings in that…house, he knows his spark chamber shouldn’t be this swollen still. Either it meant a virus or his sparklings were getting more energy from him because they were starved of their sires spark energy’s. He knew without a doubt the second was fact he just hoped he didn’t have a virus in his spark. A carrier’s immune system either strengthened or weakened and he could no linger deny his was weakened.

He wasn’t exactly the healthiest sparkling himself what with no creators to care for him and his time on the streets weren’t exactly clean or filled with a substantial amount of energon for a growing sparkling. The nights spent hungry were all too ingrained in his processor and far too obvious on his armor-less plating. He made sure Ratchet never took them off during his exams or repairs and he was careful to avoid answering any questions Ratchet had about why his height didn’t match the bulkiness of his armor. Sure he wasn’t the shape of Arcee without it but he was close.

Truthfully without the armor he looked nothing like a solider and all the part of a carrier who used to work the streets as a—‘stop,’ he urged his processor. He didn’t need to let his thoughts go down that road. They were already a jumbled mess of scrap neurons no need to add more to his sobering glass thoughts.

‘In the morning, no excuses, get up and work on the space bridge, have to be gone before Soundwave and Shockwave find me again…’

His vents struggled to remain steady at the thought of the two con’s. His optics kept leaking long after he tried to force them not to.

“Rest, we will continue our search in the morning,” Shockwave spoke gently to his conjunx, feeling the exhaustion himself. Their intended had disappeared five months ago ever since they’ve been on a steady search for him while resuming their duties under Megatron. The gladiator was told in private confidence not as subordinates but old, long time friends that the two were in search of a specific autobot. While their leader was not pleased they were bedding and hoping to mate permanently with an autobot scout much less one so young in comparison to them, he respected the two mechs greatly, valuing their long held friendship and work relations. He promised no interference or harm towards the young mech even if he found their attraction to him odd and unsettling in their vast differences.

Even went as far to tease them a little to help lessen their burden and the weight of conversation until Soundwave flashed a picture of Starscream on his visor and played a clip of the seeker moaning Megatrons name. Soundwave played a mixture of clips using Knockout’s sass to tell Megatron he also has questionable tastes to which the gladiator champion blushed and told them to get out.

It was worth pulling a chuckle from Shockwave who seldom made such noises since their bee left. Soundwave could remember how much Shockwave would chuff and chuckle even grunt before the war broke out. He was expressive even after the empurata, never having lost his ability to love him. Soundwave was more than fine accepting his conjunx new ways of love and affection. No matter what Shockwave was still his mech whether he be a politician trying to better Cybertron or the scientist he’s only grown in spark for with each passing cycle.

But then Bumblebee came along.

It was…odd, feeling one’s spark pull in a new direction especially for an enemy no less but it seemed they were on the same page. The conversation hadn’t been too difficult especially when it happened in front of the very scout they found their sights resting on in battle and watching through footage supplied by Ratbat. Ravage had taken to teasing Soundwave and Shockwave asking if her, Frenzy and Ratbat would finally have a carrier. The comment made Shockwave stutter and Soundwave put her in a corner facing the ship’s wall. She was very upset at not being able to watch her favorite human show with Frenzy and Ratbat who turned it up so she would know she was missing out.

Soundwave found the punishment and sibling taunts suitable while Shockwave denied her access to lay on his large chassis. But that had been weeks before the two entered a revealing confession as they faced the autobot scout alone. When they made no move to actually hurt him instead watching him as he planned an escape against two opponents he knew he could not beat alone, they were confused as to why the scout put his weapon away and took a step closer.

A head tilt was the scouts response when he stood a few feet from Soundwave, Shockwave was ever curious but also protective as usual though Soundwave knew the scientist never doubted his capability. Both were on guard while planning no real harm to the shared object of affection before them should Bumblebee surprise attack.

But the scout didn’t attack them. He merely shocked them by placing his servos over their chassis feeling the beat of their sparks with shaking digits. His optics never met theirs but his low beeps and chirps as he spoke a cybertronian language their processors recognized as street dialect they moved in on him.

Naturally, Shockwave spoke for the both of them telling the scout of their interest in him and to the older mechs surprise the scout spoke of his own desire to learn more about the two. It was during a fight for the bone when Shockwave uttered a Kaon curse that Soundwave repeated later using Shockwave’s vox recording before entering the bridge after being hit did Bumblebee grow interested in the two mechs as more than enemies.

He spoke in beeps that mimicked a younger generation of Kaon dialect that the two mechs recognized and intrigue took hold of the three mechs. The sound of battle ending broke them from their conversation and the scouts pleading optics pushed the two to give him a meeting time and destination. With a promise to bring no backup on either side and no hostile intention an agreement was made.

Of course they knew the scout was naive but even Bumblebee knew to take a bit of precaution and he did. Watching the two for a few hours before showing his frame and keeping a distance. He really had come alone and so did the older two mechs save for Ratbat strapped to Soundwave’s chest but Bumblebee paid no mind to him. In fact he reversed on instinct when Ratbat left Soundwave’s chest and laid on Bumblebee’s dash getting comfortable.

When he saw no ill intent and Ratbat really had wanted to rest he warmed his engine and began to chat with the two intelligent cons. Beginning a strange relationship that delved from enjoying spending time together to a more passionate relationship.

As a carrier Bumblebee would fall into a heat like state but because of some viral pills he’d buy off an underground mech, he didn’t have to worry about them. But something happened one night. One night he felt hot all over and his vents couldn’t keep him cool. He’d made it to their meeting spot only to feel his spark pulsing throughout his entire frame. He could feel a tremble in the ground and knew Soundwave and Shockwave were here. Bumblebee wanted to try and leave when he felt his valve grow slick with fluid but he couldn’t move. He felt a shiver as he dripped from his lower plating feeling it hit his pede to feeling Soundwave’s servo touching his inner thigh cables. His optics were growing hazy but the feel of Shockwave’s chassis on his didn’t make things better.

Being trapped between two bigger and stronger mechs had his carrier protocols on overdrive and his heat cycle hit full crash the moment he felt them brush their servos along his tank and waist. From there the relationship moved from deep chats in lone canyons to buzzing and beeps with heavy grunts and clangs in the berth. The two mechs never got a straight answer from the young mech on why he was so revved up that night. They agreed in private to wait for Bumblebee to tell them why but the scout never did.

The same thing happened just a month before he disappeared as well. Growing hot and leaking so much his valve covering couldn’t contain it. Bumblebee was hazy in the optics just like that night and his frame was more sensitive than normal but the yellow bug begged so beautifully and they knew pushing him would make him shut down so they took care of him. Serviced their bug to his sparks content for an entire week filled with constant overloads and a pleasure drunk bug. No one on base questioned why Soundwave and Shockwave spent so much time in their hub suite or the noises coming from it.

The two were curious as to how their bug would explain missing from his team for a week but Bumblebee said he’d come up with something. Shockwave didn’t believe him for a second immediately saying Bumblebee shouldn’t be foolish and that they’d help orchestrate something but Bumblebee was stubborn. A trait they both liked and disliked about him.

Said trait is most likely whats keeping their bug from being found as they discovered he was not in the clutches of the government nor at the autobot base. There were no other bots on planet Earth that could’ve taken him to their knowledge like they originally believed. So the question remained, just why was their bug hiding from them?

Tilting his helm, he looked at Shockwave before leaning in and resting on his wrist cables. Nuzzling against the soft material brought him some peace but it did little to sway his worry over Bumblebee.

“We will find him. That I am sure of.”

With a nod, Soundwave joined his conjunx in a berth that felt too big for just the two of them.

A buzzing of beeps and static echoed the once abandoned space, Bumblebee managed to get into a sitting position but standing proved to be almost impossible, something he didn’t have time for.

He felt it in his spark that Shockwave and Soundwave would pick up where they left off, they always did, he just knew the two would be closing in on him soon and judging by how damaged the space bridge was inside the abandoned cite he would never have enough time to fix it before they showed. What with his need for frequent breaks and all the destroyed and missing parts he was sure he couldn’t fix it anyway. It had been a fools dream thinking he could work on the space bridge and get to a neutral zone. He would have to have his sparklings on Earth where war resided and peace was in an alternate future. On an Earth where decepticons and autobots would take his sparklings and use them for their own selfish gain. His sparklings would never know peace, their home planet, the comfort of his servos and spark beat if they’re taken.

The comfort of their sires that he denied them by keeping them secret from everybot…

If there was one thing Bee hated it was the emotional toll his carrying took on him. He could just go for a long drive when things became too much but now, now he had to sit and leak because he couldn’t transform. His field was all over the place as he sobbed angrily. The situation, the war, his heat, his failed viral pills, himself for getting involved with the two cons he wished were by his side.

Everything.

A rough punch to the tank made him wince and a servo pushing against his vents left him stuttering and his engine whirring. It took time to calm down and lower his internal temp but when he did he felt exhaustion claw at him. With wandering optics he looked to the space bridge he couldn’t repair and felt defeat. ‘Might as well rest,’ he grumbled managing to shuffle against the wall in the corner. With his back laid against the cool surface he let out a vent watching his tank expand a little further before going back to its usual plump. Resting his servo in the middle he felt the two settle, four tiny servos pressing against his as he shifted to get somewhat comfortable before shutting his optics and falling into recharge.

He was woken by the sound of a heavy pede hitting the ground and a lighter set of pedes following closely. Little twitters met his tired and sluggish audios not long after a set of low growls filtered the air and his sluggish processor was so exhausted he almost didn’t question the two em fields he recognized as Shockwave and Soundwaves. He was still half in recharge against the wall in his corner when Ravage pattered inside with Frenzy on her back strut before taking to the air and going on look out at Soundwave’s silent command.

Ratbat returned to Soundwave’s chest plate when he stepped in the room and Shockwave looked at the area before resting a hand on Soundwave’s hip plating making the mech stop and eject his sound pulser. When Shockwave didn’t raise his blaster he lowered his own weapon but didn’t sheath it. Instead he turned his helm to search the room for any signs of life and he gave a nod to Ravage who sniffed the air.

Shockwave’s heavy pede steps knocked Bee out of his half recharge daze making his spark drop as he realized he was cornered and had no way out. The space bridge was not an option, transforming and high tailing it out of here was impossible and escaping without being seen by the others didn’t even bother traveling in his thoughts. With how much his frame hurt he didn’t think he would be able to rock and wobble his way onto achinf stabilizers. He was going to be caught and there was nothing he could do but try to buy himself time to mentally prepare. But even with all the time in the galaxy he would probably never be ready.

He struggled to vent slowly, his spark chamber felt cramped as his spark pulsed wildly and tried reaching out to the two mechs. A painful silent gasp ripped from his vox as his tank lurched at the powerful kick directed towards his private plating. It felt like his sparklings were trying to kick him into an early emergence with how hard they just slammed their little pedes into him. He felt nausea bubble in his tank at the pain he was in, he worried he was going into early emergence.

Laying a trembling servo over his sensitive stretched out mesh tank he tried to calm them, hoping it was just anxious zap circuits in his processor and frame making him worry but as he felt Soundwave and Shockwave step closer to his shaking frame a harsh punch to his vents made him gasp audibly and he felt his tank lower.

The room grew completely silent, Bee could hear the pulse of his spark pounding in his audios, the tremble in the ground as the two came closer, the tensing of Ravage’s frame as she sniffed the air one last time. Optics darting in his direction before a set of rushed pedes marched over to him just as he let out a yelp of pain feeling his private platings gush out fluid from his gestation tank.

The two mech stopped right in front of their scout, red optics wide as they took in the sight of him. Servo clutching painfully at his distended round tank trailing towards the puddle of fluid under his after spilling from his closed private plating. His optics were flickering in pain as his vents tried to even out. Neither mech could move for what felt like mega cycles though they knew that was not possible.

The situation at servo was just extremely shocking and completely blindsided them. They almost didn’t react when their scout lurched forward with another painful expression crossing his face plates as he whined terribly while clutching his tank. It was Ravage biting Soundwave’s ankle strut that caused the silent mech to spring into action. Rushing forward to wrap an arm around his young partner, rubbing the side of his tender tank as he summoned a ground bridge that led straight to Knockout’s medbay.

The medical mech would have questions but his first priority would’ve been to rush Bumblebee to surgery. Soundwave was sure of it knowing the mech had a soft spot for carriers and sparklings. He rubbed a servo against Bee’s helm and the gesture seemed much appreciated as the younger leaned into it trying to even his vents.

Shockwave felt Ravage’s teeth enter his pede and he grunted making her let go. He looked down to see worried expression as she jumped to Bumblebee’s other side rubbing her helm against his tank softly with a worried rumble in her engine. That was all Shockwave needed to free himself of his frozen state as he charged forward gently picking the younger mech into his arms. With Soundwave’s help he was able to better grip Bumblebee who focused on venting and trying to relax as best he could but in active emergence there wasn’t much he could do.

Shockwave was urgent in his stride through the ground bridge with Soundwave, Ratbat, Ravage and thankfully Frenzy in tow. The bridge closed behind them and Shockwave with Soundwave’s help settled Bumblebee onto the medical table where Knockout immediately set to work.

“How far along is he?!”

“Five months,” Bumblebee whined strained as he gripped the berth before accepting the servo’s Shockwave and Soundwave offered him. The three con’s grew silent with em fields of panic at Bumblebee’s admittance and Knockout rushed through his medbay grabbing various tools.

“Out, both of you. Its too early for him to be in emergence and I need the lab calm and empty as I perform surgery to stop the process,” Knockout rushed as he began to sterilize his servo’s.

Shockwave and Soundwave knew it was logical what Knockout was saying but the two felt the need to stay beside their scout even if it wasn’t helpful. But Ravage’s snout nudging them out made the two reluctantly leave. Standing at the door as they waited and listened to Knockout work on Bumblebee.

“He was sparked,” Shockwave said the statement with disbelief coloring his field and Soundwave returned the feeling with fear added.

“Knockout is an exceptional medic with history helping carriers even high risk carriers, he is no Ratchet but he is capable…though..I wish it had not come to this.”

A nod from Soundwave and Shockwave stood closer to the mech, “he ran because we sparked him. That night we first interfaced and the week of interfacing, it must have been carrier’s heat.”

A question popped on Soundwave’s screen and Shockwave answered, “underground viral pills or shots can prevent them from happening. Something must’ve occurred which caused his pills to become ineffective.”

There was an unbearable silence that weighed heavily on the two mech’s. It was true they welcomed a quiet atmosphere more often than not but being drowned in a blanket of nothing while their potential conjunx lay behind the thick metal door getting surgery to suppress their sparklings emergence, it was not a welcome feeling.

“Us,” his vox was as deep and imposing like his presence as he answered with blatant worry that only those who knew him could detect. Soundwave didn’t say more than that, he knew Shockwave understood what he meant immediately and pulling information files from his memory bank he concluded Soundwave was indeed, correct.

While he could admit his knowledge on carriers was far underdeveloped than he would have liked, what little he did know was that carrier’s could fall into heat whether naturally or introduced to a mech or femme they would like to mate and bond with.

“It seems our affections towards Bumblebee are not as one sided to the degree we once believed. His reaction as a carrier has proven it. Their frames only fall into heat naturally or, when coming into contact with a mech or femme they wish to bond and mate. Its enough to presume he was taking a heat blocker, a dangerous method but one he deemed necessary. There is but few possibilities on making it obsolete and seeing as he was not sick nor do i believe he stopped taking the medicine it is easy for me to conclude he wishes to bond and mate with us, permanently. But there are questions I have. A variable I do not understand.”

“Why did he run away? Why not tell us he was sparked with our offspring? Why did he go through the endangerment and reckless trouble to avoid us when he and the sparkling need us. Why leave us behind?”

Soundwave settled a servo on Shockwave’s shoulder plating over his canon arm. While it is more in Soundwave’s nature to worry when their bug is not beside them it is in Shockwave’s nature to hurt when having untold answers and feeling abandoned. His empurata did not stop emotions as well as the bots who did this to him thought but it did make certain emotions complicated to understand and work through.

“Scared,” his voice reasoned with an even tone.

Soundwave has always understood emotions better than most and he could take a guess on why Bumblebee decided it was best to run off and say nothing. And it is true he most likely knows why their bug ran off he still wants all the answers just as Shockwave does. Though this time when they get their answers he will ensure communication as a requirement even demand if need be.

The door to the medbay opened and Knockout almost fell on his skid plates if it weren’t for both Soundwave’s tentacle clasps and Shockwaves servo gripping him with demand.

“Status on Bumblebee’s condition?”

“Sparklings?”

Shockwave’s question and Soundwaves long unheard voice left him speechless for half a click but the through shake from Shockwave and the small short pulse from Soundwave made him squeal.

“They’re fine,” he rushed with a trembling vox. Clearing his synthesizing cables he stepped back with a motion of his sharp digit.

Standing beside the recharging mech hooked up to a carrier feeding tube, a carriers gestation tank mesh wrap to monitor their sparklings health and an oil and energon cable and circuit drip.

“I know it’s not at all ideal to see him like this but he is going to be okay. It was the stress and overexertion that put him into emergence. But since you found him at the beginning I was able to stop it. Even if his gestation fluid broke it wasn’t too late to seal his emerger plating and recoat the inner tank pouch. His frame was already beginning to replenish the necessary fluids when I got him stabilized with nerve static and protoform levelers. I’m more than happy to report he’ll be just fine.”

The medbay opened once more and the two stood on guard only to see Megatron and Starscream enter with a third in Starscreams servos.

“Did you remember to reconnect the carrier and sparkling cable line?”

The sparkling in Starscreams servos was beeping as it clasped the large thick clawed servo of Megatron who nodded towards the two before looking back down to take the sparkling from Starscream who tilted his optics at the sparkling with carriers concern and affection until he deemed his sparkling content. Ignoring the roll of Megatrons optics he went over to check the sparkling monitor on Bumblebee without touching the unconscious mech.

“His cord tubes aren’t strong like they should be thats another reason his emerge tank broke. He needs both your transfluid and spark energy especially if he’s gone this long without it. He’s a strong scout I’ll give him that,” Starscream uttered looking at the electric pulses of the sparklings that grew stronger as their sires stood close.

“It goes without saying you two will be by his side the rest of his carrying. Though I suggest keeping him on this side of the ship only. While we have no qualms about your relationship with the scout I’m certain others will.”

Megatron nodded his helm with a menacing frown as he held his own bitlet close that stuck their mesh servo into his intake that he carefully removed.

“Other decepticons have joined the Nemesis. Many of which I do not trust to keep close but will use for power and numbers. I’m in the process of having them stationed in old hideouts for both your mate and our sparklings safety.”

Soundwave and Shockwave nodded their helms in thanks as they listened. Remaining close to their scout who was still recharging, hooked to machines when he should be comfortable off his stabilizers in their shared berth. It did nothing to think on “what if’s” of finding him earlier so they did not. They simply planned for the course of action necessary now.

“Starscream, did you say cord tubes?”

Shockwaves sudden question had the room silent as Megatron raised an optic ridge before abruptly knowing, exventing to hid a laugh as Knockout looked between the two sire mechs flustered.

“We must’ve interrupted before Knockout could deliver the uh..news,” Starscream said looking sheepish at least before sliding towards Bumblebee and placing servo’s on his mesh tanks. “I’ll leave that to you Knockout, the sparklings aren’t in emergence position so thats good. Just keep the wrapping on him until he’s fully recovered. It’s better to be safe than take any chances,” the seeker said striding to his sparkling and conjunx.

“Give me my bitlet Megatron,” his demand was met with the warlord childishly raising their sparkling from the seekers reach as they strode towards the medbay entrance. “You’ve held my heir long enough besides it’s s my turn to enjoy their sparkling scent!”

Megatron rushed his pede steps once he realized he admitted to smelling his sparkling like a lovestruck sire instead of the leader of a fierce warring army.

The medbay doors closed and Knockout’s curses of demanding Starscream get back here were finally heard. His vox abruptly stopped when he felt Shockwaves optic and Soundwaves visor boring into him. “Ummm so funny thing,” he said taking a step closer to his patient, “you two handsome studs managed to spark him up, twice. So now you can expect to welcome in not one but two sparklings.”

The surprise didn’t show on either mechs em fields but Knockout attributed that to the two mechs handling the news better than most. He was correct of course, for Soundwave that is. He was just glad Soundwave was there to keep Shockwave from stumbling onto his patient whom he rushed to shield accidentally waking him.

“Nnn,” the sound of his patient waking immediately brought out all medibot instincts. Making him shoo the two sires back as he went about checking over all Bumblebee’s vitals.

“Listen to me carefully scout, you’re aboard the Nemesis medbay in my care. Your sparklings are safe and still inside developing protoform gestation. They are no longer at risk of emergence but you must take it easy. The sparklings sires Soundwave and Shockwave brought you here and are awaiting to see you. I have you hooked to a mesh wrap and tubes are helping fuel you, your sparklings and make up for the oil and liquids you lack.”

Bumblebee was fuzzy in the audios and his optics were blurry but he did understand what Knockout was saying. His frame felt too good to try and panic or fight so he nodded his helm and exvented when he felt his frame shift so a fluffer would help proper up his sides to take the stress off his middle.

“Thank you,” he groaned, forgetting a certain two mechs were beside him, watching as he melted into the medical berth. Yellow and black servos shook as they tried to lift up and cup his swollen tank. It was Soundwave and Shockwaves servos coming to the yellow mechs rescue that they were all able to feel the two sparklings kick their pedes and push their servos out.

Bumblebee felt his optics leak in so much relief he almost didn’t pay processor to the servos holding his own until he felt two familiar em fields washing over him.

Amazement. Startled. Affection. Elation. Relief. Attachment. Fondness. Warmth and woving Intimacy that fluttered into his spark chamber pulsing throughout his tank wrapping around the sparklings within him.

Bioluminescent tentacles wrap around him slowly lifting him carefully into awaiting arms that pulled him close.

“Don’t ever leave us again Bumblebee.”

“Soundwave and Shockwave: missed you greatly. Worried: greatly.”

Bumblebee had never heard Soundwave filled with such emotion directed at him before.

From the look of Shockwave’s finials flickering, his em field growing heavy in a vulnerable display to the way he kept his helm dipped to keep his optic close to both Bumblebee and Soundwave as said mecha’s engine began to rumble and purr with a soothing em field that further grounded them.

Bee felt something he never assumed he could have from the two.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered painfully as he retracted his mask to speak before an expel of oxygen roped his vocal cords in a vice making him shudder.

“Please, do not scare us more than you already have,” Shockwave stated tone unyielding as he checked over their scout while Soundwave comforted him.

Knockout had long left to give the two privacy, he was sure to be gossiping with Breakdown in their shared berthroom.

Not that the two cared at the moment, their servos were completely full with their scout and not one but two additions that they assured their scout was more than welcome.

Bumblebee was still having a hard time adjusting to the two returning his affections and care. Both Soundwave and Shockwave were knowledgeable of the scouts ability to become self-doubting and depreciative yet they had hoped their intentions with him were clear. They were not mechs known to be kind to just anybot let alone an autobot.

And yet they opened their arms, servos, sparks and home to Bee all in hopes he would sparkbond and join their union.

In hindsight they realize it would have been better to outright state their intent of courtship and show they were performing conjunx ritus and that Bee without even knowing had begun to do the same with the purest of spark intentions that came so natural they just assumed he knew.

Now they knew better and would outright state everything for the foreseeable future.

That- and Ravage, Laserbeak and Ratbat would not allow them to slip so heinously ever again.

“I like this one,” Ravage said without regard for how Bee would accept, simply jumping on the med berth, getting comfortable and curling into Bee’s side before falling into a light doze.

It was Ratbat fluttering to rub their helm with Bee’s that had Bee giggling at the soft tickle of fur. Lazerbeak chirped excitedly at Bee before fluttering off balance in excitement. Bee caught her midair with a shaky servo and before Soundwave could chastise them for disturbing the carrying former scout, Bee held Lazerbeak close and let her excitedly ask question after question as Ratbat got comfortable on Bee’s shoulder strut.

“I’m not sure if they’re femmes or mechas,” Bee answered with his mask back in its right place. Soundwave’s tentacles still carefully wrapped around him as he and Shockwave stayed on the strong berth soaking in the warm em fields surrounding them while shrouding the others and their space in protection and a softness none would believe possible.

“But however they emerge I’ll love them all the same,” Bee spoke with the emotion they’d heard carriers were so famously known for.

“But between us, I hope they are a mecha and a femme,” Bee giggled, “because I’m never doing this again,” he laughed making Ratbat flutter and Lazerbeak chirp.

Ravage lazily peered an optic at him then Soundwave and Shockwave who looked contemplative.

With a mirthful flick of her tail, Ravage knew those words would be in vain.

Now that those two spark sick idiots got their former scout back and saw him round with their younglings, she knew they would spark him up again.

She just hoped they would wait until after the war was done.

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