== Sweet Vibrations ==

By Ayngel

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers and I absolutely positively definitely will make no money out of any stories about Transformers

This came about as a result of Artemis1000 and I deciding we felt sorry for Rumble because he never gets laid. And he's such a hilarious little mongrel too! We set out to change that - so here's his "romance" with Bumblebee. *Pure crack* LOL

Set in G1 Series 2.

Warnings: Smex, nothing explicit in this chapter but there will be. Adult themes, course language.*Slash* gets*sticky*

Rumble looked miserably at the Decepticon leaders assembled in front of him.

Megatron was glaring, hands on hips, his optics fixed on the cassette like red steel. Meanwhile, Starscream lounged against the console, arms folded, his expression accusatory. Rumble looked in desperation to Soundwave, on the other side of Megatron, but the blue con just stood silently there, staring straight ahead, his face expressionless.

The door opened and the Cat came padding silently in to take her place at Soundwave's side. Even she was against him! Rumble felt so alone.

"Explain yourself!" The silver leader's optics bore into him.

Rumble knew what he was referring to. "Er – it wasn't altogether my fault yer see Megatron," he began, "Y'see, I had to step out for a while an Frenzy was gonna keep watch instead, but then Frenzy had to step out too cos Lazerbeak got caught in the door and then Buzzsaw …"

"Silence!!" roared the Decepticon Leader. "I do not want your pathetic excuses! You let those filthy insecticons just wander into the camp. They could have destroyed us all!"

"Yeah … OK … I know," muttered Rumble, feeling unhappier than ever. He looked at the floor. "I'm – er sorry Megatron."

The silver leader threw his hands in the air and paced towards the back of the control room. "I am my wits end with you Rumble!" he proclaimed. He turned to glare at him again. "Your performance of late has been lamentable! Why only a day before that your little earthquake failed to destroy any Autobots but nearly buried us alive!"

"I know, yeah, I'm sorry …"

"Indeed!" Starscream's voice was smug. "And then there was the incident with the Constructicons! You were told to keep in touch with Scrapper. Next thing we know the whole damned lot of them are about to join the Autobots .."

"And I haven't forgotten that human ruining my clone plan either …" Megatron's optics flared.

"You were no help at all over that Ninja robot …"

"All right, all right! Look I'm sorry! OK?" said Rumble, just as Megatron cast the Seeker a sharp glare. "We'll refrain from mention of that particular incident, Starscream!" he snapped. The seeker scowled. Megatron turned his attention back to the little con.

Bending forward so his face was almost opposite the cassette he growled "What has gotten into you, Rumble?" The cassette just shook his head miserably.

"May I be of some assistance?"

All heads turned to Soundwave. The Cat slunk around his legs and came back next to him. Her tail in the air. Megatron straightened up. The Cat gave a little "prrrup."

"Rumble is suffering from a surfeit of conjugation impulses whilst confronted with a deficient supply of connective opportunities; Concentration is proving problematic to maintain; the predicament is causing him extreme consternation!" Intoned Soundwave.

A note of irritation swept Megatron's angular face. "Would you mind putting that in plain Cybertronian!" he snapped.

Rumble blushed hot with embarrassment. He knew exactly what Soundwave was talking about. "Look Megatron," he began, "ya don't need to …"

"Let him speak!" Thundered Megatron. Shuddering, the cassette was silent.

Megatron turned to the blue con again "You were saying, Soundwave?"

"He needs to supply his interconnection apparatus with an adequate receptacle for the dispensation of transmechanical fluid and energy transfer. In other words, Megatron, he needs a bit …"

At that point Starscream laughed out loud. Megatron shot him a furious look. Then he turned back to Rumble, his optics glowing like coals. The little Con wished that a trapdoor would open and he could just vanish into it.

"Is this true Rumble?" the leader demanded.

The cassette dropped his head in shame. Meanwhile, Soundwave was nodding. The Cat watched them keenly.

Megatron could barely contain his exasperation. "Well for pity's sake find a bit then Rumble!" he roared, throwing his hands in the air. "How dare you jeopardise the success of the Decepticons by depriving yourself!

"I'm sorry …." Rumble muttered. "It's not as easy as you think!"

"What are you talking about!" bawled Megatron. He began to pace again. "Good Primus," he muttered. "There's enough damned choice in this place. Isn't there? Constructicons, Triplets, Seekers … "

Starscream, who had been smirking silently, suddenly changed his expression. "You have to be joking!" he said, aghast. just as the cassette said: "Cut me a break. Megatron!"

Megatron stopped pacing and looked from one to the other of them. "Why not Seekers?" He roared. And then when they both opened their mouths but no words came out he said: "Well what about the Insecticons? Reservations as I may have about the unscrupulous scoundrel, I've heard Shrapnel's very handy with his antennas!"

Inwardly Rumble cringed. He could not think of anything worse than the arrogant bug creeping slowly into his seams! It was almost as bad as imagining a Seeker doing the same …

The silver leader was looming down near him again, his optics dangerous. "Make a choice, Rumble!" he hissed. "And solve this problem! If you don't find a solution I will be forced to choose for you. And it may not be pretty!"

Rumble shuddered afresh. "Yes sir!" he muttered.

Soundwave stepped in again. "I will see to it, Megatron, that he has some counselling on the subject …," he said.

"Good!" snapped the Leader, straightening up. "Sort it, Soundwave! Then hopefully we will see an end to this incompetence." He looked at them. "Dismissed!" he bawled.

The door whooshed open and Soundwave ushered Rumble out, the Cat padding beside them. As they left Rumble heard Starscream say: "I will not have my wingmates denigrated to playmechs for Soundwave's rabble, Megatron! They're far too sensitive!" and Megatron roar: "If I order them to be playmechs, they will be playmechs, Starscream!" Then the door shut and they were alone in the corridor.

Soundwave put his hand on the cassette's shoulder. "Let's have a little chat," he said.

Rumble nodded miserably. He could not let them know the deeper reason why he did not want a Seeker or a Constructicon. Could not even tell Soundwave how there was not one Con at the Decepticon base who didn't pale in comparison to the real object of his desires. The real cause of his problematic concentration, the one for whom desire exploded within to remedy his deficient supply of connective opportunities.

Why, even now his mind was drifting to him, less than a day's journey away ….

Soundwave strode off up the corridor, talking to the Cat, who padded beside him. Following behind, Rumble wondered what his minibot was doing right now on the Ark. Recharging? Watching human TV? Having a rough and tumble with his cousins? Or maybe he was not with the other Autobozos. Maybe he was off somewhere with his little human friend ... "

A *pang* echoed through Rumble's spark.

He could not help himself! Flipping open a compartment on his arm, his optics went straight to the little holocube he kept concealed in there. He flipped it on and watched, spellbound, as a small bright yellow, compact horned form bearing an Autobot symbol sprang from some rocks and then stopped, brandishing a gun.

Heat swept through Rumble and tingles ran all down his circuits. It was divine! It always had that effect on him - and he could not stop watching it! Giving him this action shot during their first few days here was the only useful thing the Reflector triplets had done!

Soundwave and Ravage turned around and he quickly snapped the compartment shut. They turned back and kept walking, resuming their conversation.

Following, Rumble placed a hand on his arm just above where the cube lurked and let out a sigh. "Aaah Bumblebee ... ya sweet, sweet little fragger …" he murmured to himself. "What I'd give to get a bit of you!"

And as he thought of the little Autobot, his circuits throbbed and his interface equipment stirred and his spark was melting.

The Cat turned once again and cast him a knowing smile. Then padded silently on.

To be continued- soon!!!