Title: CLICK

Summary: The sound of Bumblebee's crumbling resolve.

Notes: Because Beestorm is possibly the best smushname in existance.

Man, this is so short...

AND THE END! Amazing :o

I actually took out a chunk of this, because... porn. I'm not putting porn on here, you guys -_-;

If you want to read the bit I took out, it is on my live journal. (http:// girloz14. livejournal. com/ 104925. html)

Disclaimer: Not mine

He onlines to tapping.

Groaning, he sits up, and rubs his optics, automatically heading to the window. Blinking in quiet befuddlement at the lack of seeker in the window, he narrows his optics when he realizes the tapping is from the door. Turning around, he opens the door.

Only to be tackled by an over enthusiastic orange, red, and white seeker.

Pinned underneath the larger bot, Bee's fans kick on. Sunstorm smirks, entirely too smug for Bee's liking, and drags a servo up to play with Bee's horns. "Good morning, sweet Bee. Did you have a pleasant recharge?" He kisses Bee, glossa darting into his mouth.

Bee kisses back, trying to get his fragging fans to stop betraying him. "It was. . . fine." He searches desperately for something to get the Seeker off of him and out in public again, "I'm. . . hungry?"

Sunstorm pulls a cube out of his sub-space, sucking on Bee's neck as he does so. "This is why I thought ahead, adored Bee. I know how you are not truly functioning until you have your energon."

The larger mech sits up, pulling Bee on his lap as he covers him in kisses while pushing the cube in his servos.

Frag. Bee pushes himself as much away from Sunstorm as possible. "Hey, back off. Let me drink this cube before you maul me." He sips the cube as slow as he can manage, seeing as he actually is quite hungry. "I, uh, I'd like to go running now?"

Sunstorm pinches one of his horns, which still has denta marks on it, "You don't sound very sure of that, my precious Bee."

"I am!" but he really sounds far too nervous, and Sunstorm starts to lick on his horn. Bee moans, and puts down his half full cube to focus on the feeling. "Nnngh."

Sunstorm smirks, putting the cube back in Bee's servos. "Drink up, my beautiful Bee, you need your energy for what I have planned." The minibot does as directed, whimpering happily when the seeker runs a claw along his sparkplate seam.

There's a nervous cough, and Sunstorm starts to snarl, only to force himself to calm down when the bot in the hallway waves at them from the open doorway.

Bee feels himself flush as red as Sunstorm's cockpit. Thankfully, he only vaguely recognizes the other bot—he's seen Ramjet pull him onto his lap a dozen different times, but never bothered to learn his name. They get too many Elite Guards cycling through to remember them all.

"Good morning Bumblebee, Sunstorm," the bot coughs again, "Just wanted to remind you both that your door was still open. I'll just be leaving you to it." He turns and wanders away, and any hope of rescue—not that Bee really wants it at this point—walks with him.

Sunstorm closes the door, focusing his attention back on the bot in his arms. "Alone at last, with my favorite bot in the entire Universe." He scratches his sparkplate gently. "Whatever shall we do?"

Bee finishes his cube, and coughs slightly nervously. "Running?"

Sunstorm kisses him, glossa intermingling, "I don't think that's what you really want, is it, my magnificent Bee?"

Bumblebee just yanks his head down for another kiss in response.

Sunstorm moans his approval into the kiss, breaking it only so he can drag his glossa over Bee's horns. "I don't think you're going to snap your plates shut on me this time, are you?"

Bee shakes his head, petting the smooth glass of Sunstorm's cockpit. He wants this—has wanted this for what seems like ages now.

He stiffens from pleasure when the seeker bites his horn, not trying to stop it when his sparkplates give a sharp click and open. "Berth?" Bee moans, tugging on Sunstorm's cockpit, wanting him to open up.

Sunstorm chuckles, "Your berth's a bit small for me, Bee." He traces a claw along the edges of Bee's spark chamber, "Are you going to get frightened again if I open up as well?"

Bee shudders, spark flickering with want, "Promise I won't."

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He feels his systems all cycle down, but nothing actually offlines, so Bee just relaxes against Sunstorm, letting his fans work on cooling his overheated circuits.

Bee looks up for another kiss, but stops when he sees the seeker is offline. Smirking, Bee disconnects their cables, and gently closes the both of their chambers with a soft click. He lays on top of Sunstorm, smirking at him as he slowly onlines, servo playing with the smaller window of his seeker's cockpit.

"Hello, Sunstorm. Was that just a little too much for you?"

Sunstorm kisses him, "That was amazing, my little Bee." He gets a gentle kiss to each of his horns, "I'm never letting you go now."

Bee doesn't mind that at all.

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And that's the end! As I said in the beginning author's note. Not that you likely READ that. You lazy skipping peoples :V

But like I said up there; I took out a chunk of this because of porn. If you want to read it, it is on my journal. (http:// girloz14. livejournal. com/ 104925. html)