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Bee was startled by a knock on his berthroom door, nearly dropping the controller he was holding. Who would want him at this hour? He was pretty sure he wasn't on monitor duty, so maybe it was Bossbot checking in again after the… incident.

Embarrassment still settled in his frame as he remembered the mortifying experience of his teammates finding out his actual position on the crew. Even if he'd been reassigned, the scout still winced as he remembered the uncomfortable way Sentinel had looked at him before Bee had freaked out at him.

A knock sounded again. Right, the door.

Shuffling to his pedes and saving his game, he opened the door. Prowl stood on the other side, servo raised in a fist to knock a third time. The cyberninja looked shocked to see Bee had answered.

Bee had caught him off guard. Something obviously was wrong here.

“Prowl? It's like-” Bee’s optics flicked over to the Earth clock on his wall, “3 am in the morning.”

Prowl's optics twitched at Bee’s strange phrasing but surprisingly, no reprimand.

“Bumblebee, sorry to disturb you but I have a question for you…” Prowl trailed off, glancing behind the yellow minibot. Bee knew his room was a mess so the grimace on the black and gold mech’s face was pretty accurate.

“Aw, Prowlie decided to come over here instead of asking through coms?” Bee smirked, his ego feeling a little bigger at the fact this conversation was deemed important enough for Prowl to walk across base to his room. Curiously, Prowl went rigid, making what sounded like a choking noise before he seemed to compose himself.

“Could we discuss this in my room? It's a rather private conversation we're about to have…”

Bee shrugged, turning off his console and stepping out of his room. He followed the stiffer and quieter than usual mech to his room. Bee briefly wished his own room was as big as Prowl’s. The door clicked shut softly behind them as Prowl let Bee inside. He was led to a spot by the massive tree, sitting down next to his teammate.

“So, did you want to keep training me or something? Just couldn't get enough of my sweet skills, could you?” Bee teased, but his smile fell a bit as he got no reaction from the other bot. It was dead silent for a moment, Bee was about to say something but Prowl beat him to it.

“No I- I’ve come to take you up on your offer.” Prowl actually stuttered.

“My what?” Bee huffed a laugh, confused. Had he maybe promised to teach Prowl about games? No, that wouldn't warrant a night time visit.

“Your offer of- oh Primus this is humiliating- interface.”

Bee’s processor short circuits at that. Well, not literally, but it sure felt like it.

“You- you actually want to…?” Bee chuckled awkwardly, feeling his faceplate heat up. Sure, Prowl wasn't a bad looking mech. Sleek and powerful, yet elegant at the same time. And sure, sometimes his voice made Bee shudder with the way he spoke about some things. And okay maybe he’d fantasized about rubbing at the chevron on the ninja bot’s helm as they kissed, all while Bee rode the taller bot’s sp-

“I’m not going to force you, Bumblebee, you can say no…” Prowl looked uncomfortable. Slag, Bumblebee had been lost in his lewd thoughts and Prowl had assumed he was upset! He was not going to fumble this.

“No!” Prowl winced at Bee’s yelp, “Sorry- no Prowl, I’d actually uh, like that.” He internally cursed himself. Smooth, Bumbler, real smooth.

“You really don't have to-”

Bee cut him off by scooting closer, practically in the cyberninja’s lap. He couldn't stop the grin from forming on his face as he heard Prowl’s fans click on.

“Come on Prowlie, why wouldn't I want to frag you? You're tall, dark, and handsome, literally!” Bee purrs, running a feathery touch across Prowl’s chest plate. If Bee had kicked on a bit of his pleasurebot programming, then that was his little secret. His other servo found it’s way to a transformation seam, pressing a digit into it. His pride swelled as he heard Prowl vent sharply.

“I just want to make sure this is you and not you trying to do your old job…” Prowl grumbled. Way to bring down the mood, ninja bot. Bee paused his ministrations, putting on the most serious face he could possibly make as he stared into the taller mech’s visor like optics. Prowl held still while Bee mustered up all the seriousness in his frame.

“Prowl, I’ve wanted to frag you since I first saw you, but I held myself back to prove a point. But now I don’t have to, okay?” Bee cocked his helm to the side, giving the troubled looking bot a reassuring smile. “This is me, and I want this.” Bee held his gaze firm, hoping this would be enough to convince him so they could get on to the fun part already.

Prowl was silent, visor reflecting Bee’s own faceplate in the dull moonlight that filtered through the leaves of the tree. Bee thought he’d messed up, but squeaked as he felt Prowl pull him in for a kiss. It was a lot more tender than Bee had expected, but he definitely wasn’t complaining as he felt Prowl’s servo squeeze his aft roughly. Bee surprised himself as he moaned into the kiss, his intake still captured by the cyberninja. He’d been pulled into the other’s lap at this point, and he didn’t complain when he was flipped around, his backplate to Prowl’s front. He was a little disappointed the kiss had ended already, but that feeling went away as he felt the ninja’s digits tracing along Bee’s transformation seams.

“P-Prowl thats-” Bee shuddered at the ministrations, a chuckle accompanied by a revving engine came from his lover- no, his crewmate with benefits? Yeah, that was what this was.

“Do you like that, Bumblebee?” His tone was warm with a teasing edge.

“Of course I do fragger, what bot wouldn’t?” Bee panted, finding it easy to get into their light hearted bickering even if Prowl currently had his digits digging under Bee’s plating. Bee gasped as he felt Prowl brush against a wire in the crevice of one of his seams, sending bliss straight to his processor. The movement stopped abruptly and Bee tilted his head to see a concerned frown on Prowl’s faceplate.

“Are you-”

“Prowl if you ask if I’m okay one more time I’ll poke you with my stingers.” Bee deadpanned, still panting from the sensation.

“I’m just checking, tell me if it hurts at all.”

“What hurts, Prowler, is the fact that you haven’t blown my back struts out yet.” Bee purred, grinding his aft down on the dark mech’s lap. That got Prowl’s engine to rev a bit louder, Bee was proud of that. “I’m not as fragile as you seem to think, I’ll tell you if somethings wrong.”

Prowl seemed reassured by that, or maybe just horny enough to continue regardless. Bee reached down with his own servo, tips of his digits brushing against the hot metal of his panels. He moaned, rubbing the plate. Primus, he needed this to go further or else he’d explode, and not in a fun way.

“Can you spike me already?” Bee complained.

“Patience, Bee. We’ll get to that part soon enough.” Prowl’s direction actually had Bee listening for once. Something about the way the mech had said that sent a shiver down his frame, which heightened as he felt digits join his own, softly gliding across his heated panel. He bit back a full on moan, but Prowl clicked his glossa in disapproval.

“You can’t shut your mouth any other time, so why quiet yourself now, hm?” Prowl traced the edges of his panel and Bee could hear the condensation between his legs turning to steam in the cool night air.

“The others-”

“Come on, I actually want to hear you for once.” Prowl vented on one of Bee’s sensory horns as he spoke, hot air making him tingle all over.

Bee let out a loud high pitched whine, while a bit mortifying, something about Prowl’s voice just felt right to listen to right now. He heard a click and looked down. Prowl had stumbled across Bee’s manual release for his panels, his pressurized spike being freed, the cold air had him twitching. His valve dripped, sending clear pink tinted lubricant down below him onto Prowl’s floor. It would be funny if it stained.

“...You have a manual release?” Prowl seemed surprised. Bee rolled his optics.

“Remember, I was supposed to be a companion bot, so of course I’d be modded.”

“Ah, I see.” There goes the strange look on Prowl again, more concern.

“Never serviced anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Bee sighed, shifting his hips to try and prompt Prowl to touch him again. Success, it worked! A digit traced the outside of his valve, puffy with need as his blue biolights flickered on. That was one of his favourite mods.

“Does that mean I get to break your seals then?” Prowl asked, sounding sultry but a bit nervous. Bee rolled his optics again.

“Sorry Prowler, that ship has sailed a long time ago,” back at boot camp to be specific. Longarm had been sweet about it. “But we could pretend If you’re into that?” Bee wasn’t gonna judge the bot for any weird kinks, Primus knows he had some himself. Prowl shook his head.

“No, I was just checking, and besides,’ Bee heard the soft click as Prowl released his own panel, his spike pressing into Bee’s back. “It makes it easier to frag you if you’ve been opened up before.” Bee finds himself being manhandled as Prowl moves to his knees, as Bee is bent over beneath him. The minibot feels Prowl slide his spike against Bee’s valve, but not pressing in. Bee feels a weight lift off of him and move back, spike going with it. He’s about to complain before he feels a thick glossa lap at his valve. He whines as Prowl eats out his valve, pressing down on his node with a skilled glossa. He sees stars at that, getting his first overload of the night as Prowl pushes his glossa inside, Bee’s calipers clenching. Prowl laps up the lubricant that pours out of him, probably coating Prowl’s intake and lower half of his faceplate. Bee can’t even see it but the thought makes his spike twitch.

“Well, it seems like I didn’t have to do much preparation.” Prowl says, amused. If Bee could form a coherent sentence right now he’d tell him to hurry up and drill him into the floorboards already! Prowl seemed to get the message though as he leaned back over him, Bee’s aft in the air with his helm to the floor. He felt the thick spike press at his valve and for a brief second he thought it wouldn’t fit, but Prowl pressed forward, pushing his tip and beyond that into Bee’s clenching valve. Bee let out a slutty moan as his faceplate was pushed into the floor as Prowl attempted to bottom himself out. The stretch felt amazing! Sure they were the closest in frame size on the crew, but Bee was still a minibot. He felt his calipers strain before he manually sent a command to relax them, allowing Prowl to sheath himself entirely in Bee’s warmth.

“Oh Bumblebee…” Prowl groaned, no doubt in bliss from how Bee squeezed him. After a moment for both of them to adjust, Prowl began to slowly thrust in and out of Bee. A servo reached under them and took hold of Bee’s spike, pumping it in time with the slow deliberate thrusts. Then, quite unexpectedly to Bee, the dirty talk really kicked off.

“You know Bumblebee, I’ve wanted to do this since since I had to train your aft how to be still,” Prowl punctuated his thought with a rougher thrust that had Bee gasping. “That little game of, what was it, Twister? I had to stop my engine from revving in front of everyone when I saw how flexible your frame was.” Bee was on cloud 9, oh he liked this version of Prowl, he liked him a lot. Bee’s spike twitched in the taller mech’s grasp, he was getting close to another overload, and it seemed like Prowl was approaching one, with how his spike twitched and his thrusts turned more sloppy inside of Bee.

“S-so you should’ve done something about it, ninja bot,” Bee cooed, his voice shaky as it cracked with static, his processor too fragged to get rid of the feedback.

“I am now, and you feel amazing Bee, tight and warm for me. Primus it’s like you were made for this-” Prowl cut himself off, his thrusting turning shallow as he realized what he’d said, but seemingly he was unable to stop completely. “I- I didn’t mean that-” Bee pushed his hips backwards into Prowl, eliciting a gasp from the taller bot.

“It’s fine Prowl, coming from you I don’t mind being d-degraded a bit.” Bee purrs, feeling his charge building, but also a warmth in his spark at Prowl being considerate. He’d found it annoying, sure, but to know the concern extended even after Prowl sunk his spike into him was as touching as it was hot.

“M-maybe I was made for you instead?” Bee moaned as Prowl picked up his thrusting again, Bee gasped and whined as he rutted into Prowl’s servo in time with his motions.

“Y-yeah, you were made for me, Bee,” Prowl groaned into the crook of Bee’s helm, the servo not busy jerking him off gripped Bee’s waist tightly. “We’re a perfect fit, I’d say.”

Bee yelped as he was pulled up off Prowl’s spike before being flipped over, legs splayed. Prowl immediately sunk back into his tight heat and the return of friction had his systems nearly crashing as an overload hit him. Bee wailed as he came. His spike shot transfluid onto Prowl and himself, his valve gushed and calipers clenched in waves as Prowl fragged him throughout.

“Good job, Bee.” Prowl groaned, his hips stuttering as Bee’s overload tapered off and Prowl’s own overload hit him hard. Bee moaned as transfluid flooded his valve, letting the command to open his tanks go through as he was stuffed, Prowl rutting into him as he climaxed, whispering praises that Bee was happy to soak up. Prowl’s own valve fluids combined with his own to create quite the puddle on the floor. It would’ve been amusing but Bee was a bit distracted at the moment, staring up at Prowl’s blissed out expression.

Moonlight hit the cyberninja’s frame, making him almost glow. Bee watched, mesmerized as Prowl vented heavily, steam floating past him as hot air met cold. He was gorgeous. Bee couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him, so he did, grabbing the bot by his collar and pulling him down for a deep kiss, Prowl still absent mindedly thrusting into him every so often as Bee’s calipers squeezed the transfluid out of him, it dripping past his spike and onto the floor. Bee kissed him, letting his EM field wash over them as Prowl did the same. Prowl was a lot more of a private mech than Bee, so the minibot had rarely felt his field before, but this time around it was positively dripping with adoration. Bee’s own with a similar feeling.

The pair collapsed in a heap, thoroughly spent, but Prowl barely wasted time, pulling out of Bee as a gush of lubricant and transfluid poured from his aching valve. Bee whimpered as Prowl pulled away from him, a little miffed he was being abandoned after the frag of his lifetime, but the bot soon returned with some water and a washcloth, gently sitting Bee up and cleaning him off best he could. Bee managed to press down on his middle, whining at the sensation as he got most of it out of him. His discomfort was met with a soft kiss to the side of his helm and whispers of reassurance. Confusing, sure, but not unwelcome. Maybe Prowl was just a sappy bot after a frag?

When Bee was scooped up in Prowl’s arms he expected to be taken to his room to sleep this off, but was a bit surprised when he was deposited on Prowl’s berth.

“...this is your berth…”

“Did you not want to stay the night?” Prowl asked, holding Bee’s servo in his own and gently rubbing circles with his digits. Hm, staying did sound nice right about now. Bee nodded and watched Prowl go about cleaning himself and their mess up. He didn’t feel too bad about not helping, cause he was pretty sure he’d fall over were he to stand up right about now. Prowl eventually left the room again, returning with an energon cube in each servo. He sat down next to Bee, propping up the limp minibot against him. He sighed gratefully as a cube was deposited into his shaking servos.

“So…was that what you pictured?” Bee asks, sipping his cube as he perked up at the new energy thrumming in his system. He still felt slagging tired and a bit sore but he could think with a clear processor now.

“That, and more.” Prowl chuckles leaning himself against Bee on the berth. It dawned on the minibot then that they were cuddling, he’d never in a million vorns thought the ninja bot would ever be willingly giving him aftercare and a cuddle session.

Maybe this wasn’t just a frag for fun?

Nah, couldn’t be.

Bee decided to take it while he had it anyways, who knows when or if this could happen again.

“Next time maybe I’ll let you do the spiking.” Prowl chuckled. Next time?

“You want there to be a next time? Am I hearing that right?”

“...Do you not want to do this again?” Prowl sounded… disappointed.

“No, I’m just surprised that you would want to do this again, like, to willingly spend time with me.”

“Hm, well I’d say you’re quite enjoyable to be around, especially when you’re calling my name out.” Prowl purred, squeezing Bee to his side. Bee’s optics widen, nearly dropping his cube.

“I didn’t-”

“You absolutely did.”

“I did not!”

“You did.”

Bee groaned, rolling his optics and pouting, turning away and sipping at his cube. Prowl just softly chuckled and tilted Bee’s faceplate back towards him. Instead of kissing him he pressed their forehelms together, an unmistakably loving gesture. Bee felt his frame flush, having to stop the command to honk in delight. Now that would be mortifying. Slag, he was in love with Prowl, wasn’t he. There was no way the ninja bot felt the same though, he was probably like this with all his berth partners.

“Bumblebee, how would you like to go for a drive with me sometime?” Bee thought his processor was malfunctioning. He reset his audials just to be sure.

“C-could you repeat that?”

“I’m asking if you want to, as humans put it, go on a date.” Fireworks. Racing. Video games. Every exciting thing under the sun couldn’t compare to the excitement his spark soared with at the idea.

“Yes! Uh, yes, I’d like that.” Bee composed himself, maybe the feeling was mutual after all.