Series Title: Wonderful One Night Stand

Chapter One: Somebot to Spend the Night With

Pairing: Sunny/Bee/Sides

Rating: M

Warnings: creative language, MechxMech, drinking, partying

Summary: There are certain after-effects that come from a raunchy one night stand with the minibot hating twins, but Bumblebee wasn't expecting any of them.

The party was in full swing, more than one mech completely wasted on high grade and giggling like a youngling. At this point in the party, Prowl was on his way to the rec room to tell the exuberant soldiers that it was time to call it a night and said soldiers were busy finding bots to spend the night with before the black and white mech arrived.

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had, at some point, grabbed at a minibot, a mewling yellow spy, and were groping him to their spark's content in one of the darker corner's of the rec room. The golden twin had his servo's wrapped tightly around slender thighs and was roughly thrusting against the minibot's panel, the delicious friction over his covered and heated components making him shudder.

His mouth was closed over one of the pointed yellow horns on the bot's helm, tonguing over the warm metal. Sideswipe was behind the little bot, with his back to the rest of the room, and was sucking on the opposing horn, thrusting his codpiece into the minibot's aft and groping over the yellow chassis.

They groaned audibly at how the minibot responded to their ministrations, writhing and moaning in their arms and making quite a hot little spectacle of himself, not that any other bot was paying attention to their corner, far too many of them watching Jazz and Blaster having another dance battle.

Sideswipe pulled away from the drunk minibot long enough to watch Prowl stalk into the room. The SIC didn't bother with heading towards them, barely noticing them in their corner, but headed towards the stage to shut down the music and discourage any more partying.

Mechs began to quickly file out of the room, stumbling over one another in their rush to get out before being assigned clean-up duty, but the twins were experts on escaping and even with an over-heating minibot pressed between them, they managed to be one of the first groups out of the room.

The hallway was overly bright and while their optics were adjusting, Sunstreaker threw the minibot over his shoulder, one servo tightly gripping the adorable yellow aft. Sideswipe led the way to their room, making sure to avoid being seen by anybot that would want to take their hot little spy away from them.

They had been waiting for quite some time to get Bumblebee into their berth and when he had reacted to their advances so deliciously during the party, the front liner's decided that they couldn't wait any longer. They had honestly been pining for the little bot for a while, but neither felt like they could approach the mini.

For starter's, they were well-known as hateful prankster's who openly targeted the minibot's with maliciousness. And the adorable little bot slung over the golden warrior's shoulder was good friends with nearly every bot on the Ark and best friends with the rest of them.

If it was found out that the resident pranksters were dragging the drunk mini off to their rooms for more than a little groping, the twins would probably wind up in the medbay, where Ratchet would choose to remodel them as opposed to repairing them.

Bumblebee moaned against Sunstreaker's shoulder, his overheated frame starting to cool, as Sideswipe quickly unlocked the door to their room and slipped in. Sauntering in behind his brother, the golden front liner lowered the yellow minibot to the floor, grinning as he swayed on his pede's, his optics dim with arousal.

Sideswipe, who had already sat down on Sunstreaker's berth, grabbed the yellow bot and tugged him backwards, attacking his neck cables and groaning at the wanton moan that came out of Bumblebee's vocalizer. Sunstreaker dropped to his knees in front of the wobbling minibot, lifting him up and pushing him onto his twin's lap.

Sideswipe grabbed the little yellow spy, digging his fingers into the larger seams on 'Bee's hips and thrusting his closed panel against the minibot's aft. Sunstreaker was making quick work of 'Bee's panel, sliding it open and pressing a digit into the tight little valve, grinning at the copious amounts of lubricant dribbling over his servo, indicating a high level of arousal.

Hissing softly, 'Bee pressed against the digit stretching him and hummed, his engine revving. The vibration from his revving engine washed over his frame, which was still pressed tightly against Sideswipe's, and the twins responded with rev's of their own, grinning.

Rocking onto the digit as a second one joined it, Bumblebee reached one of his servo's out to Sunstreaker and grabbed one of the golden mech's helm fins, pressing his digits into the warm metal and grinning at the front liner's heated reaction.

The whining sound of cooling fans working overtime filled the room as both twins snapped their interface panels open and Sunstreaker slipped a third digit into Bumblebee's valve, pumping them in and out before scissoring them. The minibot was writhing against them, rocking his hips and reaching between his stabilizer's to grab Sideswipe's spike.

Just from the feel of it, he could tell that it was bigger than most of the spike's that he had taken, but the little yellow spy was too drunk to care about how he might feel the next joor, his valve aching for something bigger than Sunstreaker's digits to be shoved into it.

Then those digits pulled out and Sideswipe lined his spike up, thrusting halfway into the quivering valve without warning and moaning at Bumblebee's deliciously stuttering scream. Sunstreaker stood up straight, taking a step back to admire the image in front of him and snap a photo.

His twin hadn't wasted an astrosecond since he moved and had grabbed the minibot's stabilizer's and lifted them, balancing the whole of 'Bee's weight on his spike. Sideswipe's spike was slipping in and out of the incredibly tight valve as the prankster began to thrust, his hips nearly coming off the berth, which was being stained by a pool of steaming purple lubricant.

Sunstreaker moved forward again, his pressurized spike aching to be buried in that valve next to his brother, but a set of servo's grabbed at his hips and pulled him forward before he could stop them. What happened next was a very pleasing surprise.

Unable to keep himself from moaning loudly, the golden mech stared down at Bumblebee in amazement as the minibot began to deep throat his spike, reflexively swallowing to keep himself from choking. The minibot's helm bobbed up and down in time with Sideswipe's thrusts and his digit's slipped into seams on the front liner's hips, twiddling and teasing wires and transformation cogs with an expert touch.

Bumblebee's glossa teased along the bottom of Sunstreaker's spike as the minibot playfully bit down and pulled back, before sucking the spike back down his throat and repeating the process, making the overly proud warrior shudder and moan, one servo cupping the little yellow helm.

"Primus 'Bee!" Sunstreaker had to brace himself on his brother's shoulder's, bringing one of his pedes off the ground to settle next to them on the berth as Sideswipe sped up, high grade thrumming through his systems and his overload approaching quickly.

One of the red mech's servo's reached around the minibot's thighs and grabbed 'Bee's bobbing spike, forcing the little yellow spy into overload just as Sideswipe magnetized his spike and connected to the hub at the end of the clenching valve.

Bumblebee screamed around Sunstreaker's spike and writhed between them, thrusting down onto the spike impaling him and gyrating his hips to keep the charge going as long as possible, his frame giving off the burning heat of high grade energy being dispersed.

When he overloaded, his valve clenched around Sideswipe's spike, sending the red prankster into his own overload and making him keen loudly, thrusting in rapid succession as he felt his brother reach his peak through their bond.

Sunstreaker fell forward as his charge dissipated, bracing himself on his pede as best he could as his brother fell back into a short reset, his spike disconnecting and the minibot falling back with him and moaning loudly when the golden warrior's spike left his mouth with a 'pop'.

"Hnn-" The little yellow spy rocked his hips again to pull Sideswipe's spike out, groaning as it slid out past his over-sensitized valve walls. "Oh, big spike..." Bumblebee sat down on Sideswipe's lower stomach plates and smiled up at Sunstreaker.

"You're so shiny." His vocals still had a slight slur to them as he reached out towards the golden warrior, but Sunstreaker smiled down at him anyways. "Always so shiny and pretty." The small quirk of a smile quickly became a proud grin and he grabbed the minibot, settling himself on the berth next to his brother with 'Bee on his lap.

His brother was coming out of his short reset as the yellow minibot said three words that sent a blazing lustful pride straight through both front liner's spark. "Should worship you..." Bumblebee's servo's traced over the golden warrior's faceplates, a reverence in his tone that neither of the twins could ever remember hearing from anybot.

"Always so pretty..." Sunstreaker couldn't wait any longer and he kissed the minibot, pulling the yellow stabilizer's apart and settling them on either side of his hips. His spike, almost fully pressurized again, pressed against the lips of the minibot's valve.

"Tell me how you want it, 'Bee." Sideswipe felt himself shudder at his brother's hoarse tone, the sheer amount of lust in his vocals making the red twin whine. "How do you want it, 'Bee?"

The minibot quivered and whined, reaching his servo's down to Sunstreaker's spike as it stood upright between his thighs. "H-hard and... fast and-" He squeezed the front liner's spike, pulling his servo's up and down the length, helping it pressurize fully. "Hard and f-fast and r-right fraggin now..."

The golden mech normally didn't like to be ordered around, but he decided to follow this command to the letter, pushing himself as far into the minibot's valve as he could go with one thrust.

Bumblebee screamed, throwing his helm back and grabbing the front liner's shoulders to keep himself upright when the golden mech started a hard, fast pace, lighting up every sensor node in his valve with the rough treatment. The minibot didn't even notice when a set of digits started to slip in next to Sunstreaker's spike, checking how loose the walls of his valve were.

Finding them to be sufficiently stretched, at least for what the owner of the digit's had planned, the warm metal retreated. Sideswipe's spike pressed in next to his brothers and they alternated their thrusting, sending Bumblebee into a small frenzy, his spark pulsing so hard that it made the minibot's frame thrum with excess energy.

His spark was pulsing hard enough inside his chassis that to relieve the pressure, Bumblebee released the main clips holding his hood in place. The front liner's didn't notice as part of the minibot's frame fell off to the side, but their optics brightened at the pure white light coming from 'Bee's chest plates.

Keeping his hard pace, Sunstreaker released the main clips for his own chassis, pushing himself up into a sitting position and turning Bumblebee in his arms. One of the minibot's stabilizers came up to settle over the front liner's shoulder as Sideswipe grabbed and lifted the other stabilizer, releasing the main clips for his chest plates as well.

The minibot's pulsing white spark was the purest shade they had ever seen, no other colors tainting the orb, unlike the twins own dark cores. They were usually wary of showing anybot their twisted sparks, but they watched in amazement as the excess energy from the high grade they had consumed formed a small connection between all three sparks.

Short flashes of memory came across the weak bond, all of them about interfacing or parties, but the twins couldn't pay any attention to the memories as Bumblebee started to reach his peak.

Screaming loud enough to wake the entire Ark, the minibot grabbed at the front liner's and bounced on their spike's, his cooling fans whining. Both twins magnetized their spikes, a whiplash of energy snapping between the incomplete connection and sending all three crashing into overload for the second time that night.

All three bots fell over to lay down Sunstreaker's berth, the connection in their sparks getting stronger as their charge release made the energy pulse. Bumblebee wiggled happily in their arms, purposely clenching his valve around their heated spike's before slowly pulling himself up.

"I-I am still *hic* so o-overcharged..." Sideswipe giggled as he noticed that his brother was going through a short reset, as he had done earlier, and he tried to remember when that had last happened. No incident came to his processor, making him grin up at Bumblebee as the little yellow bot pulled up enough for their spike's to exit his valve with a heated 'pop'.

"You're a special little treat, huh?" His optics slid down to take in the look of the minibot's gorgeous spark again, the absolute whiteness shocking the red mech. "Our special little treat..."

He brought a single digit up to trace the edges of 'Bee's spark-casing and grinned before leaning forward to lick up the excess energy. It tingled over his tongue, tasting like fine grade and sending a warm shiver down his backstruts.

Bumblebee moaned just as Sunstreaker was re-onlining his optics. The golden mech stared at the entrancing sight of the minibot's spark and lifted a servo to shield his own from sight. 'Bee surprised him by reaching down and stroking the edges of the dark spark, the twisting energy latching onto the gentle servo's greedily.

Both of the twins sparks were a reflection of the other, dark twists of purple with small, tinted spots of a light blue. Their sparks glittered so darkly because of how the twins had lived their lives. Selfishly, hatefully and caring only about themselves, they had separated themselves from society through wealth and were forced into the Gladiator pits of Kaon when that was taken away from them.

They had shut themselves off even more then, becoming survivor's of the sick games in the ring, but when the opportunity arose to join the Autobots they had jumped at the chance. Anything would be better than the pit they had forced themselves into and it was better, even though they didn't get along with any other bots in the beginning.

Except for Bumblebee. The minibot, with his gorgeous white spark, had been the first bot in the entire faction that wanted to be their friend. And the twins watched him mewl happily above them, that pure spark being stroked over by their curious servo's.

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe knew that it was possible to overload a bot with just spark-play, but it had been a very long time since they had attempted anything like that, being unwilling to show their own sparks to anybot. But they had all overloaded twice that night and, as the human saying goes, the third time's the charm.

Pushing himself up, Sunstreaker grabbed at Bumblebee's sides, lifting him up enough so that the twins could shift their stabilizer's under him and both sat in front of the minibot, their sparks close enough that the weaker bond that had formed before began to grow stronger.

The little yellow spy had immediately begun to reciprocate, his small servo's digging into side seams on either twin's chassis and stroking, tickling, over sensitive wires. Both larger mechs moaned softly, staring heatedly at that pulsing white spark and reverently reaching up to run the tips of their digit's along the edge of the casing, making the minibot groan appreciatively.

Bumblebee pulled his servo's from the seams where they had been buried and trailed lightly across the two chassis' in front of him to the darkly glimmering sparks of the twin front liner's. He felt an ache in his own spark, an internal pain that he knew belonged to the mechs before him.

He sent a strong pulse of friendly affection down the wavering connection and was startled by how quickly it was absorbed. Bumblebee sent pulse after pulse, smiling as the sparks before him brightened minutely at the continuous feeling of warmth and peace.

The twins were moaning softly, both with a servo nearly in the minibot's chassis as they stroked over the heated casing and watched excess energy, soft white tendrils of light, dance over their digits. The energy was warm, calm, and happy, and both of their spark's greedily devoured the kindness being sent to them.

Overload was softer this time, but no less thrilling. Loud moans coupled with shuddering frames, as all three bots quickly reached their peaks, finally sated and falling back on the berth in a tangle of limbs.

(Scene Change)

At some point during the night cycle, a message pinged in Bumblebee's HUD that he needed to close his chest plates, but the minibot didn't stir from his recharge in the warm comfort of the front liner's arms.

(Scene Change)

Sunstreaker looked around the room in confusion. He couldn't ever remember living in such a dingy, dank place. The cheap paint on the cheap walls was peeling and there were even holes in the walls that showed through to the city outside. It was the slum of Kaon, a horrid place for any mech to live if they didn't know how to kill things.

As he kept looking around the room, which was bare of anything but some small piles of trash, he noticed a quivering bundle of fabric on the floor. As he moved closer to the dirty rags, another bot appeared in his dream.

Sideswipe looked around in confusion, glancing down at the moving bundle of fabric as Sunstreaker had done. Both mechs moved closer to it, curiosity gnawing away at their CPU's, then Sunstreaker reached out with one of his pede's and softly kicked at the fabric.

When his foot passed through it, both mechs realized they were viewing a memory, one that didn't belong to them. The fabric, which had slowed down it's movement's, began to make soft clicking sounds before a tiny yellow helm stuck out from under the blankets.

"Chirp! Click-click-whiiiiiiiiiir..." A tiny yellow sparkling, small enough to be only a few joors old, slid out from under it's hiding place and glanced around the room. "Chirrup?" The twins watched in amazement as they recognized the tiny bot.

Bumblebee, as a sparkling, looked around at everything in the filthy room with open curiosity in his bright blue optics. He tried to pull himself further out of the blankets, but his young body was barely strong enough to move his helm. Voices coming from the hallway made the twins glance away from the little bot, who was still struggling to pull himself out, making soft clicking sounds.

"We can't take care of him!" Bumblebee stopped struggling, glancing at the door as it opened. "Hornet is the one that had to fragging deactivate and without him here to take care of his sparkling, I'm all for throwing the stupid thing out the fragging window!"

A large mech, nearly the size of Optimus Prime, pushed his way into the room and glared down at the curious sparkling. He was obviously built for battle, with large spikes decorating his dark blue frame and bright red optics set in sneering faceplates.

The floor creaked as he walked across the room and grabbed the tiny yellow sparkling, pulling his arm back and taking aim towards the window. Though the twins knew it was useless, they both rushed forward to keep the mech from harming Bumblebee, who was clicking happily at having been picked up.

"Stop!" Another large bot rushed into the room, built with the same frame as the one holding the little yellow sparkling, but with a black paint job. "I'll drop him off at the youth sectors when I'm passing by them, okay?"

The dark blue bot snorted and dropped the sparkling, who passed through the twins useless servo's as they tried to catch him. He hit the floor with a loud clunk and was quiet for an astrosecond before starting to wail.

(Scene Change)

The memory faded and the twins were slowly pulled back to the real world, shuttering their optics when they realized they were alone in their berths. Closing their chest plates and looking around, it didn't take them long to find the minibot they had carried to their room.

Bumblebee was sitting on the floor next to the berth, one of his servo's clasped to his helm as he tried to push himself up. "Hey 'Bee?" The little yellow bot turned around, a dim look to his optics. "Are you okay?" Sideswipe couldn't help but see the little sparkling super-imposed over the minibot's frame for an astrosecond, watching with a wary curiosity as Bumblebee listed to the side.

"S-sorta..." The minibot leaned his helm against the side of the berth, wrapping his arms tightly around his stomach plates. "W-way too much high grade. Totally f-feeling it right now." Sideswipe pouted and pushed himself off the berth.

"Do you remember last night?" Leaning back to get a better view of the red twin as he sauntered over to his own berth, Bumblebee shrugged.

"Yea. I think." He shuttered his optics. "Wait, did we-" He paused, his faceplates heating up to a bright pink. "I mean, we might have maybe..." He glanced at Sunstreaker who had propped himself up on his berth in a suggestive pose, a smug smile on his face. "Did we interface or was I dreaming?"

When Sunstreaker's smug look turned predatory, the minibot smirked, leaning back even more and trailing a servo over his codpiece. "Because that was a hot dream." Sideswipe laughed, throwing his helm back and ducking down to hand 'Bee a cube with lightly glowing blue fluid.

"It's to help your tank settle." He grinned at the slightly suspicious look, though the minibot still grabbed the offered cube and raised it to his faceplates. He sniffed it curiously and sipped at it when he realized the cube was just coolant, which would help his tank calm down.

A blinking light in his HUD told him he had new data to view, which would make sense considering how long he and the twins had had their spark chambers open and connected, but he quickly put the data in a separate file, not wanting to pry into the two mechs past.

"Thanks." Smiling at Sideswipe as he finally managed to pull himself up to his feet, Bumblebee glanced over at Sunstreaker. The mech was still posing, a sultry look to his optic as they traced over the minibot's frame.

"Gold looks good on you." He smirked as Bumblebee flushed again, lowering his helm and staring into the coolant in his grasp. As he glanced down at his chassis and noticed the differing streaks of paint on him, he smirked at the front liner.

"Especially with the red, huh?" The twins were quiet for a klik before they burst out laughing. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker slipped forward at the same time to hug the minibot.

"Where were you going in such a rush anyways, 'Bee?" They grinned down at the little yellow bot squeezed between their chestplates as he tried to slip away.

"I-I have a shift in a cycle. I really didn't want to be late, that's all." Snorting, Sideswipe pulled back enough to tug the coolant away from him.

"You're such a good bot, huh?" Bumblebee looked up at him, a sharp retort on the tip of his glossa, when a mouth suddenly closed over one of his horns. He moaned as Sunstreaker began to nibble at the sensory appendage, and tried to pull away.

"Really mechs, I need to hhn-" Panting lightly, the minibot tried to pull his helm away from Sunstreaker's mouth as the front liner began sucking on his horn. "To head to- Nnn! My shift!" Chuckling, the golden twin pulled back and pushed his brother away from Bumblebee.

"Fine, but we might snatch you for more later." Slipping out of the twins arms, the minibot smiled warmly at Sunstreaker, making the mechs' spark skip a beat.

"That sounds like fun! See ya mechs!"

Bumblebee quickly slipped out of the room, limping slightly as he headed to the washracks for a quick clean up when his tank lurched and he stumbled. Quickly catching his footing, the minibot shook his helm and continued towards the washracks, ignoring the clenching feeling in his chassis.