Author's note. Sorry for such a long wait, it won't be so long for the next chapter.

Written by me and Transformersfan123.

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Bumblebee gave a small smile and moved closer. He felt so safe like this, cradled in the mighty Prime's arms. It was nice, and he knew without a doubt that he could trust the mechs in this room. Optimus was exceedingly gentle and, given a choice, wouldn't hurt a thing. Prowl might have been strict, but he was fair and was wild occasionally, but had a good spark and was a comfort to all who approached him. Bumblebee found himself relaxing completely for the first time in a long while.

"Thank you sir," he said softly against the warm metal. "I'm sorry I went so crazy, I...I just was so sad."

"Oh, Bumblebee. It's alright. We all break at some point," the Prime murmured lovingly.

"But I shouldn't have lost control," Bumblebee muttered, burying his face in the warm metal.

"It happens to the best of us," the Prime assured him. "What matters is that you regained control in good time."

Bumblebee sighed softly. He heard Prowl and Jazz get off the bed and come over to them, but he wasn't worried in the slightest. He trusted them.

They gently touched his back before carefully rubbing it. He knew they were just offering him comfort and he felt very grateful. Particularly as he'd sort of tricked them into giving him more attention then he should have got.

"I'm sorry for tricking you," the yellow mech mumbled sheepishly, his cheeks heating up again.

He still couldn't believe they had overloaded him, twice!

"Heh, no worries Bee, I'd have done the same," Jazz joked to which Prowl said.

"Yes, he really would have."

This made Bumblebee laugh and feel a bit better.

"Personally I think Jazz would do anything for a quick interface," Bumblebee joked, hoping he wasn't stepping out of his bounds. These three were the top ranking Autobots.

"Hmm, perhaps not everything," Prowl said slowly. "But most thing, yes."

"Hey, I resent that," Jazz said in mock indignation. "Ya'd never catch me sleeping with a Con."

"You're the head of the spy division Jazz," Bumblebee said dryly. "Just because we'd never catch you doesn't mean that you don't."

"Why you cheeky bot," Jazz said, again in a mocking tone of shock, slapping Bee's shoulder lightly.

"I'll have you know I'm very professional when I'm at their base."

"Not to disrespect you, sir, but the twins have dug up some videos of you watching the 'Cons 'facing each other," Bumblebee said with a grin, getting bolder in his words. "You were rather affected by the show, if I recall, and 'let off some steam', as you put it."

Jazz opened and closed his moth for a moment while Prowl and Optimus snickered. Finally, Jazz managed to say.

"Hey, ya never know what a Mech'll say when he's facing, I gotta face em."

"That's a good excuse," Bumblebee said slyly.

The yellow mech watched in amusement as Jazz blushed. It was extremely hard to get the saboteur to do it, but Bumblebee was one of the few who could say he had.

Prowl grinned, he did like it when someone got the better of Jazz. Since Jazz was the one who usually got the better of everyone, it did him good to get taken down a peg or two.

Jazz was looking properly embarrassed about what had happened, and it was made worse by the fact that the saboteur had tried to hide that video. He turned sheepishly towards Prowl.

"Heh, Ah hope you're not mad, Prowlie-bot," he said cautiously.

For a moment, Prowl gave him a very stern look and Jazz quelled under it. But then Prowl smiled and chuckled.

"Jazz, I know you have a job to do, a very stressful one at that. I don't mind if you 'let off a little steam'. Just as long as you never actually interface with one and...," he added with a wider smile.

"You come straight to me afterwards."

"Baby, you's the most amazin' bondmate a mech could ask for. But," he added with a sly grin, "I think you should let off a little more steam once and a while. You, too, Prime," Jazz said smoothly, looking at the Autobot leader. "You're both way too stressed out most of the time."

Bumblebee watched in surprise. Jazz was talking to Optimus Prime like that?! And the Prime didn't even look mad! How could Jazz act so damn cool all the time?

"I suppose we do get a little consumed," Optimus admitted softly, still holding Bumblebee close.

"It's hard not to but at least we've got you Jazz to scold us."

"Yeah, but that don't mean y'all listen ta meh," Jazz scolded. "Ah know fer a fact that Prowlie-bot only overloads when Ah cause it! He's too shy to even consider touchin' himself!"

Bumblebee wondered if he should be listening to this conversation. He was such a shy, private mech himself, and the fact that he'd acted like a shameless slut only ten minutes ago still bothered him. He was so shy about himself that he'd never take his codpiece off in the wash racks unless it was empty! Now he was listening to a conversation about the interfacing habits of the top three mechs in the Autobot army! What must they think of him?

"Thank you Jazz," Prowl said dryly. "At least I don't self service myself in public, unlike certain other Mechs I know."

"I hope you don't mean me, Prowl," Optimus teased to which Prowl chuckled.

"No, I was thinking of Ironhide."

"Oh sweet Primus, they're talking about Ironhide now!" Bumblebee thought, his face growing hot yet again.

Jazz noticed Bumblebee shifting in Optimus's arms. "Ya okay little Bee?"

"Uh, y-yeah," he said nervously. "I, uh, don't normally talk about this sort of thing."

The other three mechs gave good natured laughs.

"Ah, don't be so embarrassed, Bee," Jazz said smoothly.

"You don't need to be shy," Optimus said gently. "We're all adult Mechs, it's fine for us to talk about these kind of things. And none of us will mock you if you have anything to contribute."

"Err, thanks, I guess. If I think of anything, you'll be the first to know," Bumblebee said shyly, scuffling his foot on the floor.

"Good Mech," Optimus said encouragingly, patting Bumblebee's back.

Bumblebee rolled his optics. "Woof, woof," he mumbled, feeling like a dog.

"Little tease," Jazz smirked, pulling a fist and lighlty punching Bumblebee's shoulder.

"And a real joker."

Bumblebee smiled. "Thank you very much," he said proudly. His smile faded a bit. "Is it a problem?"

"Is what a problem?" Prowl asked as Jazz said.

"Don't worry, being a joker's cool."

"No, not that...Me, being little," he mumbled, blushing.

"That's not a problem," Optimus exclaimed before blushing slightly.

Bumblebee glanced at the Prime and felt irritated.

"What the frag do you have to be blushing about? There's no way in the Pit that you're small!"

"No, I'm not," Optimus admitted but before Bumblebee could respond, said. "But I used to be."

"What, you couldn't have been," Bumblebee said hotly and Optimus chuckled.

"I was Bumblebee, before I was made Prime, I used to be a Minibot. It was only when I was injured in a fight with Megatron, I was upgraded."

Bumblebee stared at the Prime, soaking in the confession.

"So there's nothing wrong with me being small?" he asked, his optics searching Optimus's.

"Not at all Bumblebee," Optimus said seriously. "When I first started dating, I was nervous about my size but I was lucky to have some caring partners who showed me it didn't matter."

"Well, lucky fragging you," Bumblebee snapped, hurt at the reminder that his partners had been anything but caring.

Optimus sighed and patted Bumblebee's arm.

"That doesn't mean everyone has ever been kind. You know Megatron actually made a comment about my size when he left me for dead?"

"Really?" Bumblebee asked.

The yellow mech suddenly realized that they were talking about his insecurities, but they weren't yelling at him to be quiet. They were reassuring him and making him feel special. It felt amazing.

"Yes," Optimus said with a sigh. "At first I thought he meant I was too small to fight him but then I realised he was making a slur on my likely performance in the berth."

"Like he's any better," Jazz snapped, slipping up and curling an arm around Optimus. "I betcha yer ten times better than that glitch-head."

"Let's hope so," Optimus joked with a small chuckle. "I hate to imagine him in the berth, probably yelling demands all the time."

"And that fusion canon wouldn't make things any easier," Prowl quipped.

"Would sure make things interesting," Bumblebee quipped shyly.

"Yeah, mech, now yer gettin' it," Jazz purred.

"Hi, you think Starscream uses his Null Rays for interfacing," Bumblebee suddenly said with a grin. "Now that would definitely be interesting."

This made them all laugh out loud and Bumblebee felt his Spark swell with happiness.

It was so much easier than he'd thought it wouuld be.

"This is fun," he murmured to himself, his optics glittering.

"It's always fun, if ya trust those you're with," Jazz assured him. "Ya know we'd never make fun of you Bee, at least not in a way that'd hurt ya."

"Yeah, I guess it is...We are talking about conversation not interfacing, right?" Bumblebee asked warily.

"Of course," Optimus said. "But we'd never hurt you if we were interfacing."

"I didn't hurt ya, did I Bee?" Jazz asked in concern.

"No! Oh, Primus no! That was amazing! I just...never mind," Bumblebee quickly said.

"Has anyone ever hurt you when interfacing?" Prowl asked shrewdly as Bumblebee blushed.

"Yeah...none of my partners were very gentle, but that's not what I was going to say," Bumblebee muttered.

"What were you going to say?" Optimus said seriously, not liking the fact that others had hurt his Bee.

"It's...it's been so long since I last interfaced, and I just wish it could've...lasted longer."

"Ah," Optimus said knowingly and sounding realived it wasn't anything bad.

"Well, that's only to be expected Bumblebee, you just need to get used to it again."

"Yeah, I suppose," Bumblebee muttered in embarrassment. "I'm sorry I went off so fast, Jazz/"

"That's okay Bee," Jazz said with a smile. "I wasn't really trying to make it last I'm afraid, you seemed to want me to go fast. If we did it again, I could do a better job."

Bumblebee blushed. "Would you be willing?" he asked in a soft whisper, keeping his optics trained on the ground.

Jazz smiled and touched Bumblebee's chin so that the Minibot looked up at him.

"If that's what you'd like, Bee."

Bumblebee nodded, blushing harder at the look on Prowl's face beside him.

"Shouldn't you ask him?" the yellow mech asked nervously.

"I already did," Jazz said gently and Bumblebee blushed.

Of course, he'd forgotten a Mated coupled could speak to one another over a special link.

"And ah, if you're up for it, Prowler might like to join in?" Jazz now suggested.

"That would be...nice," BUmblebee said, his shyness showing through. "What about...?" he gestured at Optimus.

"If you want me, I'll stay Bee," Optimus said in a voice that made Bumblebee's Spark sing.

Bumblebee felt light and happy. The mechs agreed to interface with him! Three of the most important Autobots wanted to interface with him! It made his shyness come up full force. Jazz led him to the berth, Optimus and Prowl following, and doubts crept up into his mind. What if the Prime saw him naked and didn't want him anymore, despite what he said? What if they laughed at him and teased him? Bumblebee shivered in fear as he was laid out on the berth under the optics of the three mechs.

"Is there anything you'd like Bumblebee?" Optimus asked gently as the yellow mech squirmed slightly.

Um...," he said nervously. He didn't want to sound like an idiot.

"C'mon, Bee. Don't be shy," Jazz cooed.

"I...I don't know what I like actually," Bumblebee muttered, avoiding their optics. "My previous partners took what they wanted, but never offered."

"Is there anything they had you do, that you'd have liked them to have done for you?" Prowl asked briskly.

Bumblebee blushed. "Could you please not act so slagging formal! It's making me more nervous!"

"Sorry Bee," Prowl quickly amended. "I didn't mean to do that."

"It's alright," Bumblebee said softly. "I just...I've never done something like this before. I don't feel like I deserve it."

"You deserve plenty Bee," Jazz said firmly. "And we'll do whatever it takes to convince you of that."

Bumblebee went silent for a moment. "I-I guess I've always wanted to feel somebody give me oral," he whispered, blushing harder.

"That all?" Jazz teased before turning serious.

"And who'd you like to do that for you?"

"Um," Bumblebee muttered, blushing worse than ever, trying not to glance at his leader.

Bumblebee bit his bottom lip, squirming under their harsh gazes.

"Umm, can...I mean...Optimus," he muttered finally, his face flaming.

"You want me?" Optimus questioned and Bumblebee nodded, blushing worse than ever.

"Alright Bee, I'd be happy to do that for you."

He reached up and retracted his mask, giving Bumblebee his first glimpse of his leader's face. It was very good looking, it looked liked Primus had had a hand in designing it. Though a faint scar marred his face, it didn't detract from the overall appearance.

"Wow...you're gorgeous," Bumblebee gushed, smiling warmly. "You really don't mind doing this?"

"I don't Bee, as long as you're comfortable," Optimus said with a soft smile.

"Now, why don't you get ready?"

Bumblebee took a deep breath and reached down, removing his codpiece, blushing hotly.

"Do you want another massage at your head?" Prowl asked, trying to spare his friend's feelings.

"Um, yeah, thanks," Bumblebee said nervously, glad he hadn't started cursing or demanding.

Jazz arched an optic ridge. "And where should I go?"

"You can go behind me," Prowl said slyly, making Jazz grin.

"Alright, I can do that," he said, starting to take his armour off.

Bumblebee looked up at the gorgeous mechs above him and smiled. He was so comfortable about this, and it was wonderful.

Prowl had also taken some of his armour off before moving behind Bumblebee, ready to rub his head and shoulders snuck around his mate and wrapped some arms around him, nuzzling his neck. Optimus gently reached for Bumblebee, parting his legs in loving fashion.

Bumblebee blushed, feeling exceedingly vulnerable in this position, but eagerness was mixed in as well.

Optimus moved closer, postioning himself so he could easily get at Bumblebee's limp Spike. He reached a hand forward and gently took hold of it, causing the yellow Mech to gasp.

"Oh, oh."

"Is that okay, Bee?" Optimus asked, and Bumblebee nodded earnestly.

"It's so good," Bumblebee murmured, wriggling his hips in delight.

"Good," Optimus purred, gripping Bumblebee's Spike and slowly moving his hand up and down.

"Oh!" Bumblebee whimpered, arching up with parted lips.

He'd never thought to be in this position, especially not with these mechs, but he was very glad it was happening.

Prowl started to rub those horns of his and it made him moan even more. He could feel Prowl shifting behind him and guessed Jazz was giving his mate some attention but he didn't care. All he could think about was the beautiful Mech right in front of him and who was doing wonderful things to him.

"Mmm," Optimus hummed, bending his head and teasing the tip of Bumblebee's Spike with his glossia.

Bumblebeee yelped at the new sensation, bucking up in pleasure.

"Frag yes," he hissed in delight.

Optimus chuckled and teasingly took in a little more of the now erect Spike into his mouth. Bumblebee gasped and writhed at the feel of the hot mouth around his Spike, it felt so fragging good. But he needed more.

"Don't tease," he groaned and Optimus chuckled again.

He took in a little more of the Spike while licking the tip.

Bumblebee shuddered in pleasure, arching up towards that very talented mouth. No wonder his partners had liked him doing this for them. It felt soooo good.

"More, slaggit!" he growled, trying to get more in his mouth. "I want more!"

Jazz and Prowl snickered, Bumblebee didn't know how cute he was when he swore. Optimus seemed amused as well, he hummed on the throbbing Spike in his mouth before taking more of it in. Bumblebee was dimly aware that he demanding the Prime to give him more but he just couldn't bring himself to care, not while he was in this postion.

Bumblebee trembled violently, suddenly very aware that overload was close. He was torn in between telling Optimus to stop and begging him to keep going. Before he could decide, overload rushed through him, bringing another string of profanities from his vocalizer as he writhed.

"Frag it, fuck, bugger, wank, bollocks, dammmn."

Optimus's optics widened but he couldn't say anything as his mouth was currently full of transfluid. He swallowed and then licked up the last few drops leaking out of Bumblebee's Spike.

Bumblebee went limp as the overload drained away, relaxing into Prowl's lap. That had felt amazing, but it didn't last nearly long enough.

"Enjoy that?" Prowl asked with a smile as Jazz continued to tease him from behind.

"Y-yeah but it went so fast," Bumblebee said sadly.

"Maybe we can do something about that," Optimus said with a smile.

"What do you have in mind?" Bumblebee asked, a little nervous.

"We pleasure each other," Optimus said. "That means you can experience pleasure while having something to concentrate on so you don't overload to fast."

Bumblebee smiled. "That sounds good. I guess I'm better at giving pleasure than receiving it."

He reached over and slowly rubbed Optimus's codpiece, using a rythm that he knew would make the Prime go mad with lust.

And sure enough, the larger Mech had to stifle a loud groan as the yellow Mech rubbed him.

"Oooh, Bee, that feels so good," he moaned and Bumblebee smiled.

"I know," he said slyly, continuing to do so.

Optimus groaned again, then reached for Bumblebee's Spike and started to slowly stroke it.

Bumblebee sighed as the pleasure washed through him, but concentrated more on giving than taking. He removed Optimus's codpiece and gasped, his cheeks flushing. He'd though Jazz was big, but this...

"Oh my," he managed to say. So he wouldn't stare, he glanced over his shoulder to see what Prowl and Jazz were doing.

Prowl had his optics closed and was softly moaning. Jazz was grasping him from behind and slowly thrusting into him. Bumblebee stared, how could they be so comfy? He wished he could have someone like that and for a moment, sadness threatened to well up inside him. But then Optimus gently squeezed and he was brought back to reality.

"Sorry," he mumbled, reaching forward to grab Optimus's half-erect spike.

He rubbed it slowly, putting all his concentration into pleasing his leader.

"Bee," his leader moaned his Spike increasing as he became aroused.

Bumblebee swallowed and dimly wondered what it would be like to have that inside of him? He'd probably overload even faster. He tried not to think about it, instead focusing on pleasuring Optimus. But it was hard, Optimus was still working on his Spike and it did feel so good.

As he worked the spike, he trailed his other hand down to Optimus's port, teasingly tracing around it, but not entering. It used to drive his ex-lovers crazy with need, the ones that liked to go crazy with need at least. Bumblebee tensed, ready to jump back if he tried to slap him for daring to do this.

Others had done this, not all of them wanted. But Optimus merely moaned loudly and grunted.

"Bee...Primus...I swear you'll make me overload."

"I-I'm sorry," Bumblebee began but Optimus hushed him.

"I like it Bee. Do you want the same?"

"I...I don't know. I've never experienced it," he murmured.

Bumblebee slowly eased a finger in, making sure to brush every sensitive sensor along the way.

"Then...urgh...let's try it," Optimus gasped, squirming as Bumblebee probed him.

He slipped a finger down and traced Bumblebee's smaller Port which was still wet from its earlier fragging.

Bumblebee shuddered violently in desire, squirming himself as he was teased. He added a second finger to Optimus's port, touching all the sensors again as he rubbed a spot on the Prime's spike that he knew would make him go insane.

Optimus nearly yelled as he was so deliciously stimulated. Damn it but Bumblebee was good. How could his partners have left him?

"Ooh Bee, that's...so good."

"Thank you sir," Bumblebee said with a weak smile, still recovering from the teasing finger around his Port.

The yellow mech could help but smile proudly. He was making the Prime feel so deliriously good. His concentration was completely focused on Optimus now, allowing him to easily ignore the pleasure. He curled a thumb over the tip of the spike as he jammed his fingers to the deepest sensors in the port.

To his satisfaction, this caused the Prime to yelp and some lubricant to squirt out of his Spike. It wasn't very dignified but he didn't have to worry about Bumlbebee laughing, he'd never do that. He was pleased with how well he was doing and his leader was kindly pleasuring him as well.

Bumblebee continued to work the mech skilfully, using all his expertise. Every time he did something different, he got a very pleasing reaction. Optimus looked ever so nice when he was in the grip of pleasure.

His handsome face was screwed up in delightful fashion as coolant started to form on his body, a sign he was heating up. Bumblebee felt more pleased than he had in a while and those bursts of pleasure he was receiving made it even better.

Bumblebee kept his fingers dancing over the sensitive spots in Optimus's port as his other thumb continually slid over the sensitive tip.

He really wanted to see if he could get Optimus to overload without using his mouth. It would be a challenge because Optimus did have a lot of control, otherwise he'd have overloaded before now. But by Primus, he'd make him come all over him.

He started using every technique he knew to get Optimus to overload, and he knew a lot. His optics were intensely focused on his task. He didn't even react when Jazz and Prowl cried out in overload together.

"Uh, uh," Optimus gasped, barely managing to hold onto his self control.

After being a Prime for so long, it was now second nature for him to maintain control. But by Primus, Bumblebee was making it hard.

"Uh, uh, uh...Primus," he roared, finally giving him and overloading all over Bumblebee's hand and armour.

Bumblebee felt extremely proud of himself as he helped Optimus milk his overload for all it was worth. He'd made the great Prime overload! It made him smile and his optics sparkle.

Author's note. Bumblebee and Optimus continue to get close but just how close do they get? Find out next time, until then.