So, I've been thinking about another "chapter" for this (like my "Are You Glitched" story, this isn't even a "story," but fics that sorta follow each other so I post them together) but it's been a WIP for...6 months. *headdesk* My muse left me hanging on it. I'll work on it, but no promises... Still! I rather like this mini-fic/chapter. I are a fan of desperate!Prowl :3
Edit: This site hates me, and thus deleted some of my changes. Ergo, I will change them again in hopes of the modifications actually staying this time -_-
Also: The full name of this mini-fic/chapter is "Who Needs Karma when You can have Revenge?" but I ran out of room XP (This is important b/c the nearly non-existant follow-up I've got planned is "Retribution" and the titles make more sense that way...Maybe I should just name this "Revenge"...? *headdesk*
Prowl, not for the first time, wonders why he'd let Bumblebee talk him into this. "It'll be fun. Don't worry. Don't you trust me? You'll love it." the yellow mech had repeated over and over until the ninja had been forced to comply. It was the "trust" ploy that had actually guilt tripped him into agreeing.
"What are you thinking about?" Bumblebee asks, running a single teasing finger down the motorcycle's chassis.
Prowl jerks, unable to speak thanks to the gag Bumblebee had shoved into his mouth. He was unable to do much, actually. The subcompact had talked Prowl into letting him tie him to the berth, hands above his head and legs pulled up and apart by his knees, leaving the ninja exposed and helpless to Bumblebee's ministrations. Prowl groans when Bumblebee runs that lone finger up the length of his cable.
"You know you're glad I talked you into this, ninjabot. Besides, you should have expected it. You're the one who started this little war, remember?" Bumblebee smiles down at his writhing captive and lets out a small laugh, "'Karma' my aft, revenge is ten times better."
Indeed, the ninja had expected Bumblebee to do something, but tying him up and teasing him to the brink of insanity was not it. Prowl fails to bite back a whine when the yellow mech licks the tip of his spike, grinning when the ninja tries to thrust into the contact.
"Aww, do you want more?" Bumblebee asks, torturing Prowl with pleasure is turning out to be way more fun than he even thought it would be. Prowl nods and tugs on his wrists.
Bumblebee, still grinning, slowly sinks two fingers into Prowl's port, earning a muffled cry from the ninja. The yellow mech leans down and just as slowly slips the ninja's cable into his mouth, this time earning a louder cry. Prowl bucks under the double assault on his interface circuitry, but Bumblebee follows his movements, denying the ninja any further stimulation.
Only when the tan hips have stilled does Bumblebee curl his fingers in the dripping port and hum around the straining cable. This time, Prowl actually screams through the gag, and Bumblebee smiles around the ninja's cable as he watches the larger mech pant through his vents and plead with his optics, unable to talk his way out of the situation for once.
When Prowl almost thinks Bumblebee might let him finally overload, the yellow bot draws off of the spike and pulls his fingers out at the same time. Any other time, Prowl would have been mortified at the whimper that escapes his mouth, but he can't bring himself to care right now. Not when Bumblebee is licking the lubricant from his fingers, optics dimmed, and looking directly at the ninja. Prowl shivers and gives the subcompact a pleading look when the yellow mech leans over him, the yellow mech's cable just brushing the rim of his valve.
"You should see yourself, ninjabot. So desperate for an overload and making all of those sounds you tease me about. Maybe I should go grab a camera and record the rest of this, you know, for later review and proof that you're just as noisy as me, even with a gag," Bumblebee smirks, running that same Primus forsaken finger up along the ninja's cable again, the touch just barely there.
Prowl whines and arches up into Bumblebee, his chassis hot and motor revving as the motorcycle continues to beg with his optics. This, at least, persuades the yellow mech to remove the gag from Prowl's mouth. "Please, Bee! I-" Prowl is silenced with a kiss, the smaller Autobot's glossa pressing into his mouth, claiming him.
At the same time, Bumblebee wraps a hand around the base of Prowl's cable, sliding it oh so slowly upwards before rubbing his thumb over the tip. Prowl moans loudly into Bumblebee's mouth, then the subcompact ends the kiss, pulling back with a devious smirk on his face. "Do you need more? Do you want me to push my cable into your valve until you overload? Do you want me to swallow your spike and make you scream again? Do you want me to ride your spike, my tight valve clenching around you until you can't take it anymore? What do you want, Prowlie?" Bumblebee asks even as he takes his own spike in his hand and rubs it around the ninja's entrance.
Prowl tries to thrust his hips down onto that teasing cable, but he is held tight by the straps. "Please, anything, please please please! Bee, please!" he begs, fully aware that the subcompact will tease him about it in the morning. The ninja can't care anymore, choking back a scream, as Bumblebee finally pushes his cable into Prowl's dripping valve. Once he's fully seated in the ninja, the yellow mech slowly rolls his hips, making the quivering bot beneath him whine and pull against his restraints in desperation. "Bee, please," Prowl moans, certain that, at this pace, he'll never overload and will go absolutely insane.
Bumblebee eventually takes pity on the ninja, thrusting quickly into Prowl and no longer making a show of dragging this out. Prowl's head falls to the berth as his back arches and a loud cry escapes him. Bumblebee wraps a hand around the ninja bot's cable and pumps it in time with his thrusts.
Prowl screams, body going into spasms as he overloads. Bumblebee quickly covers the ninja's mouth in a demanding kiss as he continues to thrust into the clenching valve throughout the motorcycle's overload, swallowing his lover's cries.
When Prowl begins to wonder if he'll ever come down from the intense high of pleasure, the yellow mech's continued thrusts drive the ninja into a second overload, bringing the subcompact with him, this time, into bliss. Crying out Bumblebee's name, Prowl's optics go dark as his processors force him to reboot.
Prowl's optics power up to reveal yellow. It takes him a moment to register that Bumblebee has untied him and is currently hugging him close to his chest. "That…" Prowl begins, surprised at how shaky his voice synthesizer sounds, "That, was evil."
Bumblebee hums, rubbing circles on his ninja's back. "Let's not forget that you started our little war. By the way, Optimus came by to make sure I hadn't killed you or something, what with all the screaming, but I assured him you were just having an awesome overload courtesy of me," Bumblebee says nonchalantly.
Tensing, Prowl looks up into the subcompact's faceplates, mortified that their leader not only heard him, but knows just what had happened. Bumblebee quickly falls into fits of laughter, glad he can still get the ninja to fall for some of his pranks. "That wasn't funny," Prowl pouts, only serving to make Bumblebee laugh harder.
"Love you too, Prowlie," Bumblebee snuggles into the motorcycle's chassis after his laughter dies down, smiling when the ninja gives in and wraps his arms around the shorter of the two of them.
Prowl hums his agreement, already plotting his revenge against his yellow lover.