Title: Bittersweet Honey (Ch1)
Rating: M/Nc-17 (I dunno… seems pretty tame to me, but I’m not always the best judge!)
Pairings: Rumble/Bumblebee/Frenzy, mentions of Prowl/Jazz
Characters: Rumble, Frenzy, Bumblebee, Prowl, Jazz
Summary: A chance encounter between Bumblebee and the cassette twins causes a series of events that affect both the Autobot and Decepticon forces in ways neither could have ever expected. Slash. (G1)

Disclaimer: I can claim nothing but the story and the writing style!

Author’s Notes: Well… It’s crack, pure unadulterated crackfic. I do apologise for any OOC-ness and shit, this is my first TF fanfiction and it got out of hand. Damned Plot Bunnies… Anyway, don’t like slash or crack or slight OOC-ness, or ME for that matter, I’d avoid this fic. I’m all for constructive critique but flames will just make me laugh at you.

IMPORTANT; Also, I know it tends to differ between different fanfics, so I’m gunna give you a heads up. In my fic interfacing as a rule does NOT involve sparks, it’s mainly just a heavy make out session. Sparks are only involved if the pair wish to BOND or are renewing a bond.

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Bumblebee hunched morosely, knees pressed under his chin and arms wrapped securely around his legs. A grey energon tear leaked from the corner of one of his optics, trailing slowly down his white face. Bottom lip trembling slightly, Bee let a quiet sob escape his vocal cords, he pressed his face into his knees and the next sob came out muffled and distorted.

Around him, the sun was setting; the sky a gorgeous canvass of red, orange, yellow and the darkening purples and blues of the fast approaching night. Usually Bee would find himself marvelling at the sky, just one of Earth’s beauties, but as it was, he could barely contain his sobs.

It had been an accident; he’d only been passing Prowl’s office on his way to the rec room when he’d been distracted by some strange noises issuing from beyond the slightly ajar door. Curiously, he’d approached the entrance and peeked inside.

Jazz had Prowl pinned to the desk, hands trailing over the larger mech’s doorframes, their mouths locked together. Prowl’s fingers were trailing leisurely over the smaller mech’s horns and his other hand was gripping the other to him. Bumblebee had squinted, trying to understand what they were doing; he’d never seen mechs do this sort of thing before.

As the two blissfully oblivious mechs in front of the young autobot shifted, Bee glimpsed a strange blue light joining the two together. Bumblebee had made an involuntary gasp of wonderment and it was then that the two older warriors had noticed him.

“Bumblebee, what are you doing there?!” Prowl had forcefully pushed himself away from Jazz, his dazed expression changing one to horror and embarrassment, with an underling note of irritation.

The yellow mech cowered, terrified. “P-Prowl... Sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to i-intrude! I-I’m sorry!” He’d glanced at Prowl as the other approached him, before squeaking in fear, turning fleeing down the corridor, ignoring the calls of his name from the office. He’d got out of the Ark as fast as his legs could take him; petrified that Prowl might be following him out.

He couldn’t understand what he’d done wrong… he hadn’t MEANT to upset the older mechs. He really hadn’t. Why were they so mad? What had they been doing anyway? What was that weird blue light? Thinking about what he’d seen made him feel funny, all hot and flustered. It was uncomfortable but not entirely unpleasant and the confusion associated with the feeling bothered him.

The autobot was so preoccupied with staring blindly at the sunset before him that he missed hearing the approach of two smaller, but much more deviant mechs. Bumblebee was only notified of their presence when a dark purple hand tapped him on the shoulder. A girlish shriek falling from his lips, he almost jumped out of his metal plating.

Whirling round, he was met with the sight of the twin casseticons laughing at his expense. Glaring fiercely at the pair, Bee growled dangerously, “What the slag are you laughing at decepti-jerks?”

Rumble, laughter dying to a short chuckle, plonked himself down next to the wary autobot, stretching out on the grass languidly. “Oh nothin’ bug-boy, just thought we’d come check out the view, didn’t we ‘Zi?” If possible, his smirk had gotten even wider.

“Yeah, s’one of the only interestin’ things on this dirtball, don’cha think?” Bee jolted slightly as he felt Frenzy slide down to sit on his other side. He turned slowly and spotted the smirk on the red’s face that matched his twin’s. The young autobot was starting to feel decidedly trapped with the cassettes surrounding him. Oh he knew he was larger, but there were TWO of them, and he hadn’t brought any weapons with him. Inwardly he reminded himself not to panic; he still had his radio transmitter if the decepticon kids tried anything on him.

“You came to watch… the SUNSET?” Bee snorted slightly in amusement and glanced at Rumble, curiosity getting the better of him. The blue twin grinned, nodding serenely before turning his gaze to the sky, the fiery pallet reflecting on his pale face plate, colouring him in gold and red. Bumblebee was reminded of their proximity when the smaller mech shifted against him and the contact brought a sudden flash of Prowl and Jazz on the office desk across his mind.

The image made him gasp, those weird feelings returning again, intensifying when Frenzy’s arm brushed against his side. Bee felt his face plate flush and hastily hid behind his hands. Oh Primus! What was going on?!

“Hey autobot, you okay?” Rumble prodded him in the shoulder, his tone sounding strangely… concerned to the young autobot. Bee peeked at him through his fingers as his blush deepened due to the blue casseticon’s fingers having finished their probing; they were now rubbing his shoulder unconsciously.

“I-I’m fine… I shouldn’t even be talking to you guys anyway. I’m gunna leave-”

As he moved to stand up though, two pairs of hands gripped his upper arms.

“Hey, don’t leave yet Bumble! We only wanted to talk! We were on patrol and spotted you looking down right depressed, ‘Zi wanted ta ask you what was wrong. Sentimental turkey that he is… So come on,” Rumble guided Bee back onto the grass, “ya can tell us what’s wrong? Promise we won’t laugh, right ‘Zi?”

His twin looked at Bumblebee and nodded solemnly, resting his fingers on the yellow autobot’s shoulder. Bee shivered slightly at the touch and sighed. He looked from red twin to blue twin, calculating his next move. It was never a good idea to give away personal, easily exploited, information… but he couldn’t talk to the autobots and he really did need to talk to SOMEONE…

“Okay, I’ll tell you. But promise me, you won’t tell anyone else.” He watched the casseticon’s bob their head’s in unison, a small part of his brain screeching ‘LIAR LIAR LIAR!!!’. He slowly stretched out, one of his legs sliding in front of him, the other drawn up at the knee near his cheek. “Well, I guess it starts when I was on my way to the rec room…”

The twins sat and listened to Bee’s story; a grin appearing on Rumble’s face in contraction to his twin’s look of confusion, matching Bumblebee’s. As the yellow autobot finished his story, the blue cassette moved closer, resting his hand on Bee’s shoulder. “So,” he drawled, smirking, “those two on the desk huh? Didn’t reckon on those two, thought that the Prowler was asexual.” He began laughing, earning a confused look from both his twin and the autobot.

“A-sex-u-al? ‘mble, what the SLAG is THAT?” Frenzy was staring at his twin with a puzzled expression. He couldn’t help but visualise what Bumblebee had told them and the image of the two older mechs his mind produced was doing strange things to his circuitry; he was heating up.

“Block-head, Primus you’re so dumb! A.S.E.X.U.A.L. means a mech who don’t interface.” Rumble snorted at his twin’s naivety, before turning his attention back to the equally oblivious autobot. This could prove to be quite fun, if he played his cards right…

“Interface?” Frenzy and Bumblebee queried in unison. Rumble found himself sighing at the blatant innocence; did he have to explain EVERYTHING?

“Interfacing is where two mechs, or a femme and a mech or a femme and a femme get intimate with each other. Like… Prowl an’ Jazz.” He spoke the names with hesitation, he’d never said them before in a non-negative manner, his enemies’ names weren’t usually in his vocabulary.

“So, Jazz and Prowl were interfacing… why were they doing that?” Bee looked at the smaller mech curiously. He really didn’t understand about this interfacing thing, just WHY did mechs and femmes do it? From the noises Prowl and Jazz had been making, it sounded… painful. But something primal within his mind urged him that it was something completely different as did his body’s reactions to the image of the older autobots.

“Urm... ‘s kinda hard to explain, let me show ya instead!” and with that Rumble pushed the slightly larger ‘bot to the ground. Eating up the confused, slightly fearful expression in those innocent blue optics, he pushed forwards and captured the other’s pale lips.

Rumble ignored the muffled protests and the hands trying to push him away. He deepened the kiss, savouring the taste of energon and the innocent sweetness of the autobot. The blue cassette felt Bumblebee’s protests begin to wane, the other mech hesitantly returning the kiss. He ran his glossa sensuously over Bee’s lower lip.

Frenzy stared, transfixed, as his twin jumped the yellow mech. What the SLAG was his brother doing?! He knew Rumble was more experienced then he, himself was, the blue was considered more useful by Megatron than his red twin. He, Ravage and Lazerbeak spent much more time out of Soundwave’s cassette compartment than inside it. And although Frenzy sometimes felt jealous, he enjoyed being close to his other cassette brothers; Buzzsaw and Ratbat. You couldn’t beat the feeling of being so in tune with your siblings; it was like they were in their own universe, inside the deep darkness that was Soundwave.

Usually after his twin explained something, he understood straight away, but this ‘interfacing’ thing was weird – especially the way that his body was reacting to the sight of Bumblebee submitting to his brother’s advances. Frenzy gnawed his lip as he glimpsed the yellow autobot’s panting mouth as his brother leaned away, feeling a heady sense of excitement filtering through his systems.

Bee looked up in shock and confusion at the smirking casseticon leaning over him. He was panting and trembling from the unexpected assault, his body already craving the suddenly lost contact. Mouth trying to form words, he simply mouthed unintelligibly at Rumble, flinching slightly as the other’s smirk grew wider still.

Why wasn’t his faceplate splitting in half?!

Rumble ran his glossa over his lower lip, re-tasting the autobot. Grinning in triumph at the hurt expression that flashed across the larger mech’s faceplate, he’d completely frazzled the other transformer. He leaned down closer. “See? THAT’S why mechs and femmes interface.”

The blue cassette stood up, leering down at the bewildered autobot briefly before turning promptly and walking over to his twin. As he passed the confounded red mech, he paused to murmur huskily in his ear. “’Zi, I’m gunna finish patrol, feel free ta stay here, I’ll call ya when Soundwave wants us back. See ya around.” He waved his brother off and sauntered away, whistling.

“What the SLAG was that all about?! What in the name of Primus is wrong with your brother?!!” Frenzy jumped and directed his attention back to the yellow mech on the ground. The embarrassed quaver in the other’s voice made him cringe. Moving closer, the weird feelings intensified when he realised just how… vulnerable Bumblebee was, spread out on the grass like that…

The red cassette felt his faceplate flush at the thought. Shaking his head to clear his mind he flopped down next to the other mech. “Dunno what’s wrong with Rumble, he’s always been that way. As for what the slag he was up to, I got nothin’,” he shrugged, flashing Bee a tentative smile. His fingers dug into the thick grass nervously, he wasn’t the talkative twin; Rumble was a lot more adept in the art of communication. He was quiet and that made it easier for the twins to get along. What should he say? What could he say? He wanted to understand just as much as Bumblebee!

Bee sighed slightly and tried to calm down. Maybe he should just leave… Rumble HAD sort of explained what Prowl and Jazz had been doing… even if it HAD been in a rather confusing and unorthodox way…

But he REALLY didn’t want to face the wrath of the older autobots, Jazz might not be TOO angry but Bumblebee couldn’t forget the look on Prowl’s face, it frightened him. Safer to stay here with a Decepticon then face his own teammates. The irony made him chuckle out loud.

“What you laughin’ at?” Frenzy poked the autobot in the side, irritated at not being in on the joke. Was Bumblebee laughing at him? If so, he’d bash in his cranium! His body was still hot and tingly and it was making him feel frustrated.

“Sorry, just thinking about how I’d rather sit here with you then go face my own teammates.” Bee giggled slightly, shrugging. His circuitry was beginning to calm down though he still felt a little frustrated, like he needed something more… but he didn’t know what it was. He regarded the other mech with amusement.

Frenzy snickered at that. “Heh, yeah, that IS weird. What you afraid of though? They gunna hurt ya for just lookin’ at ‘em interfacin’?!” A flash of what he imagined Megatron would do to him if Frenzy caught HIM interfacing raced through his CPU. Yikes, gotta hope the Prowler wasn’t THAT sadistic, for Bumble’s sake. The red cassette let his optics roam over the other’s hands, images of those fingers stroking over his metal plating flashing through his mind, making him heat up even more.

The sudden whirr of coolant fans kicking in made them both start. They stared wide-eyed at each other. ‘That’s my cooling fan… why’s it starting up now?’ Frenzy asked himself. “But I’m not damaged… I’m functioning at a 99.8 level… my cooling fan shouldn’t be on… what the slag’s going on?!” He prodded his chassis, puzzled.

Bee glanced down at his own front in confusion before raising his blue optics to the red mech in front of him. “Are you… overheating too?” The yellow autobot blushed and bit his glossa, what a dumb question to ask. The tell-tale whirr of the Decepticon’s fan had already answered that.

“I feel real hot; my circuits are like, frying. An’ all I can think about is…” the cassette flushed, gazing at his companion, he couldn’t stand the weird feelings anymore.

“Bumblebee… could I... maybe… um… yours… maybe, please?” he gestured desperately at his lips to the autobot’s, his glossa slipping uncomfortably over the words. Feeling horribly frustrated, expecting Bee to reject him, the red cassette bit his lip as he turned away morosely.

Bumblebee felt his insides jolt. Did Frenzy mean what he thought he meant?

Only one way to find out…

Leaning forwards, he reached out and gently cupped the other’s chin, turning his faceplate towards him. Mouth going dry in anticipation of what he was about to do, he ignored the cassette’s questioning gaze, hooking his fingers round the back of the dark helm, he pulled the smaller mech forwards, crushing their mouths together.

Frenzy pressed closer, bringing his hands up to pull the other tight against him. The cassette wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting the autobot to do, but this sure hadn’t been on the list! The pleasant sensation of metal lip plating on metal lip plating had his circuits going haywire. When Bee opened his mouth and ran his glossa over the red mech’s lips Frenzy found himself gasping, opening his mouth on reflex.

The autobot slipped his tongue into the smaller mechs mouth, instinct was taking over. Frenzy was hot and slick... and the sensation of his glossa upon the other mech’s was incredibly pleasant; intoxicating. Hesitantly, Bee’s hands reached forwards, stroking from the cassette’s shoulders to his chassis, an unexpected moan caused him to flush harder, instinctively dipping the tips of his fingers into the other’s midriff. He felt Frenzy jerk and arch, a cry begging him to continue. He gently twisted his fingers into the wiring, stimulating the circuit boards beneath. He really had no idea what he was doing.

Frenzy cried out louder at the administrations, reaching out himself to touch Bumblebee. What... what was Bee doing? Why did it feel so GOOD? He bucked as those fingers moved again, igniting pure fire through his circuits. He revelled in the pleasured cries he coaxed from the autobot, black digits excitedly exploring the inner wiring beneath the other’s metal plating. As Bumblebee’s glossa trailed deliciously over his neck, a sudden thought occurred to him.

“H-hey B-Bee?” he gasped, looking deep into sapphire optics. Bumblebee stared up at him, fingers pausing in their fondling. “Y-yeah?” Bee rasped; optics dimmed with desire as he took in the needy, flushed face above him.

“I think I know w-what that blue light was, with J-Jazz and Prowl…” he paused watching the autobot’s expression twist into curiosity. “I think it was their sparks!” Frenzy stated with some excitement, though he wasn’t sure why the revelation made him so ecstatic.

“Oh! So… I guess that’s part of interfacing…” Bee bit his bottom lip and gently whispered in the red cassette’s audio, “Do you want to try it?”

Frenzy shivered at the husky tone before looking the other right in the optics. He slowly nodded, before rolling off the other onto the grass. At Bumblebee’s confused wide-eyed look, he giggled and beckoned him with his index finger. “-Easier ‘cause you’re bigger then me!” he chuckled as the yellow bot blushed and crawled towards him.

As a rule, cassettes didn’t like being submissive, they were so small anyway, it was impossible to gain any respect from larger mechs unless you were skilled like Ravage or Lazerbeak, or loud-mouthed like Rumble. Frenzy was a little afraid of making himself vulnerable, the other mech could hurt him… but he reminded himself that it was BUMBLEBEE, a little young autobot… So the likelihood of him purposefully hurting him was a tiny percentage. Even so, the red cassette found himself trembling as the yellow mech gently settled himself above him, softly stroking his chassis.

Bee felt the other mech quivering under him and he stopped. “Are you okay? Do you want to stop?” he wouldn’t make Frenzy do something he didn’t want to do, it was right. The autobot knew he was a little scared and very nervous, but he was sure he wanted this. He watched as the other bot shook his head, lifting his hips up to wrap his legs instinctively around Bee’s waist.

“N-no, m’just a bit scared… shouldn’t we o-open our spark chambers?” Frenzy waited with bated breath as the larger mech listened to his explanation. He felt his spark practically melt when he received a sweet, reassuring kiss. Hesitantly, he opened the spark chamber in his chassis, hearing the same hiss of metal plating moving as Bumblebee opened his own chamber. Breaking the kiss, the cassette looked down at the bright blue light that escaped from their chests into the dark around them. He felt his spark pulse with desire.

Bumblebee met the other mechs red optics and held the gaze silently asking for permission. He felt Frenzy buck his hips against him and, taking that action as his cue, began to lower himself, biting his lip when their ports clicked together. Sensation exploded through his circuits. He threw his helm back and cried out, hearing the casseticon moaning below him and the sound of metal scraping metal as their hips bucked against one another’s. The pleasure was almost too much; he couldn’t focus on anything except Frenzy.

The red cassette cried out louder, the sensation of their sparks merging, feeling all at once, everything that was Bumblebee, like he was seeing inside him. He could hear, feel, taste, see; memories, alien sensations and everything that made up the young autobot. It was intoxicating; the pleasure just kept building… and building…

He dug his fingers into the other’s wiring again, the cassette’s hips thrusting; body needing and wanting and feeling everything.

Bee moaned and dug his fingers into the grass as he bucked in rhythm with the smaller bot. It was too much. He could see everything; the sensation of Frenzy’s very essence was overwhelming. He could feel the pressure increasing as the red mech began to cry out continuously, hearing warnings from his systems but not really registering them in his frazzled CPU. He let out a gasp and a yelp as his systems overloaded for the first time, flashes of light obscuring his visual output.

Frenzy shrieked out Bumblebee’s name and collapsed on the ground, body shaking and CPU scrambled. Barely conscious, he rolled out from under Bee and pulled the other closer to him on the ground, smiling contentedly as he snuggled up against the yellow metal. He could feel noting but exhausted satisfaction. Feeling the autobot’s arms encircle his small frame; the red cassette off-lined, nothing more registering in his hazy mind.

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