Subliminal Messages

by Keelywolfe

Walking towards the infirmary made Sam feel like he was returning to the source of all evil. Except the trouble had sort of started back at his house and in Bumblebee's backseat, so that wasn't entirely accurate but Sam hadn't known that there even was trouble until he'd stumbled over his holographic boyfriend getting hot and heavy with the local medic so yeah, he could blame the infirmary for the larger percentage of his problems today.

Or just, you know, blame Ratchet. But he needed a favor from Ratchet so that was out.

He'd since learned there were two entrances to the infirmary, the human side and the Autobot side, and it seemed better to err on the side of the Autobots. Bumblebee was the only one he'd seen stay regularly in his holo form and he figured everyone but the human contingency knew why that was.

It was stupid to be nervous but he still was, the sight of Sideswipe with Sunstreaker still churning in the back of his mind. Right now his focus was completely on finding Bumblebee and wasn't it sort of stupid that they didn't have, like, wrist communicators a 'la Star Trek or even cell phones.

"Technical advances, my ass," Sam muttered under his breath, opening the door hesitantly. Mikaela looked at him oddly but followed him into the garage. None of the overhead lights were on but sunlight was streaming in through the windows and he could see Ratchet parked on the far side.

Before he could decided whether it was better to just walk up and chance getting squashed by a startled Autobot or to announce themselves from a safe distance, Ratchet spoke up, his voice echoing mellowly in the large room.

"I'm busy in the other room at the moment, Sam, so if this isn't an emergency, could you please return later," Ratchet said curtly. "Three humans suffered injuries from a training exercise and require sutures."

"We're just looking for Bumblebee," Mikaela said, stepping forward. Not that she had any idea why it was so important to Sam to find Bee right now, but at least she was going along with it. And she'd dropped the whole guy-on-guy hotness issue, thank you, god.

"Bumblebee is busy performing his own duties." Never had Ratchet sounded so sharp to him and Sam flinched, more than ready to give this a pass. There was a fair chance Bumblebee was already looking for him anyway; he always seemed to know whenever Sam was upset.

"However, if you're that intent on locating him, I'm sure he's in the main administrative building. If he isn't with you, he is hardly anywhere else," Ratchet added sourly.

"Main administration?"

"It's the only place he can hook up directly to the mainframe. Largest building on the east side of the city, now, if you please?"

"Sorry," Sam murmured, backing out the door, Mikaela directly behind him.

"He was cheerful today," Mikaela commented, hopping off the stairs. "Who pissed on his energon cubes?"

"He's been under a lot of stress lately," Sam said, not entirely sure that was the cause. Whatever Ratchet's issues were, he didn't feel up to dealing with them right now. "East is...uh...that way?"

Mikaela squinted. "Unless the sun has started rising in the north, then no. C'mon, Galahad, the grail is this way."

A little sheepishly, Sam fell into step beside her, through the maze of buildings and towers that slowly cleared the way to an enormous building surrounded by satellite dishes. There were people going in and out of doors, some in uniforms and some not, carrying boxes and briefcases and all of it was at the top of a long flight of stairs. They stared up at it dismally. Sam's feet were aching a little in his old sneakers and Mikaela was wearing sandals, and it was hot and dusty outside. Right now that building really could have had a grail in it and all they'd want was a bottled water.

"All I can say is he better offer us a ride home after we find him," Mikaela huffed as they slowly made their way up the stairs.

"I'd take a ride home from Barricade at this point," Sam said, wheezing. Maybe he really did need to spend a little more time with the military guys.

He changed his mind immediately when one of them stopped them at the top of the stairs, armed with a clipboard. "I'm sorry, this is a restricted area."

"I'm Sam Witwicky," he tried. What the hell, it got him salutes everywhere else in Autobot city. This particular soldier must not have gotten the memo because he looked unimpressed.

"We're trying to find Bumblebee," Mikaela put in. "He's a robot, a yellow one. Or maybe he's a blond guy; I'm not sure what body he's wearing today."

If anything, he looked less interested. "If you don't have clearance, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Now."

"It's all right, Sergeant," A quiet voice came from behind them and they turned to see an unfamiliar Autobot standing there. Not much taller than Bumblebee, he was white with red head gear and on his door wings Sam could see the word 'police'. "They may have access to the facility."

Obviously disgruntled, he stepped aside and allowed them inside. The Autobot walked slowly behind him, ducking his head a little under the enormous door. Sam hesitated inside, looking at the half-dozen corridors. Had it really been that important to tell Bumblebee about this right now?

Sideswipe's pained expression, his hair falling over his shoulders as he tipped his head back and shuddered, his fist clenching in Sunstreaker's hair as he...

Okay, yeah. This totally required instant discussion.

"Samuel Witwicky." The Autobot who'd helped was smiling down at them slightly. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Just Sam is fine."

"Just Sam, then," he agreed. "I'm Prowl. I'm sure you're looking for Bumblebee. He's this way." He gestured towards the leftmost corridor and then started down it, going slowly in deference to his smaller companions. "If I hadn't already known your specs, I'm sure I would have recognized you anyway from his descriptions alone. He speaks of you often."

It was both embarrassing and gratifying, and Sam mumbled something appropriate, focusing on the hallway in front of them.

"And you must be Mikaela. A pleasure."

"Yeah, for me, too. This is some place you guys have set up."

"Yes, we've been working very hard on construction," Prowl said, pride coloring his voice. "It will be some time before we are at full capacity but with the new upgrades we have available, it will some day run more efficiently than Cybertron."

"Seriously?" Mikaela said, impressed. "You guys must kick some serious ass."

"We do what we can," Prowl said, soft humor in his voice.

Sam was listening half-heartedly, staring into each glass- paneled room they passed and seeing more unfamiliar Autobots and humans, walls coated with electronics whose lights flickered a variety or colors and he still didn't see the one Autobot he was interested in. His feet had taken on a new level of ache by the time they finished their questing through the large corridors and elevators to the one that finally, finally held the object of his...well, okay, his desire qualified.

"Here, Sam, main engineering," Prowl pushed through a door that was several times taller than the humans and Sam followed impatiently, skidding to a stop when Bumblebee was finally within his sight.

Or what little of him he could see. Dozens of cables were connected to him, lining his chest and circling his head like some sort of robotic Medusa. It was...it wasn't exactly creepy but it was seriously weird and as he stared uncertainly, blue optics flickered on and instantly Bumblebee's holo-form shimmered to life in front of him, smiling questioningly at them.

"You should take better care of your things, Bumblebee," Prowl said, his voice mod gently teasing as he leaned casually against the opposite wall. "I found these two wandering around downstairs. If I hadn't come across them, I do believe the guard on duty was planning on testing out the brig."

"I bet he would have liked to try," Mikaela scoffed. "Look, we only came to find you because--"

"I needed to see you for a minute," Sam broke in hastily, nodding slightly in Prowl's direction.

"No problem. Bee, you need to go pick up some extra cabling anyway. Mikaela, why don't you give me a hand with this, I'm scanning quadrant number 256 for any signs of Decepticon activity but I need to calibrate the sensors and human hands work better on that. I've heard you're quite skilled with your hands."

The last comment quelled the rebellious protest Sam had seen beginning, as she laughed instead and stepped closer to Prowl. "Oh, have you? I think I'd like to hear more about what they're saying about me."

Bee gestured for him to follow and they slipped out quietly, making their way silently down the hallway as Sam tried to think of a way to tell Bee...tell him what? That their teacher was involved in a little extra credit on the side? And with his brother, the asshole extraordinaire, gah, it was so many levels of gross that Sam wasn't even sure where to begin.

He never got a chance to decide, following Bee absently through a door and suddenly the world shifted around him as he was slammed back against the door he'd just trudged through, Bee's mouth hot on his and the faint chime of music, barely heard, "I think we're alone now..."

"Wait," Sam tried to protest. Twisting his head away only left his neck open as an area of attack and he shivered as Bumblebee sucked on his earlobe, one hand already working its way beneath his t-shirt.

"Stop, stop," Sam pushed hard on Bee's shoulders, ignoring his hormones that were already standing at attention and ready to commit themselves to action, sir. "Look, we have to talk, okay?"

Nothing about that statement should have made Bumblebee go so very still, pulling back to look into Sam's face and his eyes were glowing oddly, almost blazing with blue light that was bright enough for Sam to see they were in a storage closet of some sort, cables and boxes piled around them and none of that was important in the face of Bumblebee's expression, one that Sam could only describe as pissed. "No."

His voice was low and hoarse, strange to hear after so many days of silence and note passing.

"Wh-what? Bee, you aren't supposed to be talking yet!"

"No. You aren't going back to her." His lips weren't even moving, just a low staticky transmission that seemed to come from the air itself. "I won't let you."

"Go back to--ah!" Sam yelped as Bumblebee physically lifted him from the ground, pushing him hard against the door, with one knee between Sam's legs pressed tightly into the firming heat of his crotch.

"I won't. It would be out of guilt and you would only be unhappy." Bumblebee moved in to mouth at the line of Sam's jaw, his hands under Sam's thighs holding him up and he rocked against Sam, rubbing against him almost too hard but God, it felt better than it should.

"St-ah, god!" We can't do this, he tried to say, they weren't supposed to be doing anything on their own but the sound of denim tearing distracted him, his pants shredding beneath hands that weren't nearly as human as they looked and Bumblebee's mouth was knowing and perfect, sliding wetly down his chest as he hitched Sam up further, sliding his legs over Bee's shoulders and holy Christ, he had his hands in Bee's hair before he'd could even think, white-knuckled grip as Bee sucked his cock into his mouth like he'd spent a week cruising gay porn sites.

"Ah," Sam wailed, couldn't call it anything else and he threw his head back, saw stars as he banged it on the heavy steel door and thank god Autobots built their things sturdy otherwise anyone else on the floor could have heard them.

Sam didn't care, couldn't, his entire focus narrowing to the slick tongue circling the head of his cock and the sweet, hot suction around it. He almost shrieked when it vanished, did shriek when gravity suddenly kicked in and he dropped abruptly, not even coming close to hitting the floor but he staggered back onto his feet, stumbling as Bee whirled him around without warning and the door was cold beneath his cheek, Bee's hands on his hips unyielding as they pulled him backwards, positioning him. His pants were in shreds, the leftovers hanging over his sneakers and his shirt was barely pushed up but Bumblebee wasn't giving him a moment to even think, crowding in behind him and licking at the small of his back and lower, down into the cleft of his ass and Sam couldn't make a sound as he dipped lower, licking right there, oh, dear god, impossibly good.

The first finger pushing inside him made him hiss, even slick the pressure was almost too much. They'd only done this once before and he remembered his desperation for it then, the harsh burn of it deep inside overshadowed by the pleasure.

"Let me," Bumblebee whispered urgently, his voice grating and harsh but his fingers gentle, twisting inside him in a way that made Sam gasp. "Let me give this to you, Sam. I can make you feel so good."

"Yes," he choked out, burying his face in his folded arms. He felt Bumblebee move behind him, his fingers slipping free and blunt pressure against him, easing inside.

Bumblebee said something in his own language, abrasive but Sam needed no translation. Yes, yes, do it, please. His body felt oddly heavy, pinning Sam against the door as he twined their fingers together, gripping him firmly before he thrust in hard for the first time.

It couldn't be called a scream, nothing that hoarse or low could be but it echoed in Sam's ear, mirroring his own cry and it hurt, it couldn't help but hurt, unyielding pressure inside him and it was perfect, Sam arching back into each thrust even as they lifted him onto his toes, trying to hold on to something but it was impossible, Bumblebee was everywhere around him, inside him, holding him closer than Sam even wanted to allow but it was too late to stop now, too late for anything.

"So beautiful, you...perfect...so..." Bumblebee's voice fading in and out and that was enough to pull Sam a little bit back into reality, sweat stinging in his eyes as he tipped his head back to whisper.

"You're going to hurt yourself!"

"Don't...care..." Another thrust, hard enough to tear a scream from Sam and god, nothing could feel this good, so deep inside him, so perfect, like electricity arching between them and Bumblebee's hips hitched once, twice, surging inside him and Sam's vision wavered, going dark and he dimly wondered if this was what Bumblebee felt all those times before the sweet, hot wash of it blanked his thoughts entirely.

It seemed like he was swimming through thick, deep ink, blinking slowly in the dim light and it took even longer for him to puzzle out where he was. Sprawled out on a concrete floor that was seriously cold beneath his bare ass while the top half of him was in Bumblebee's arms, staticky words making their way through his haze.

"...so sorry, I don't...thinking...trying to..."

"Stop," Sam held up a weary hand and Bee fell instantly silent, his eyes a mirror of pure misery. Scrubbing an arm over his face, Sam took a deep breath and surveyed the situation. He was mostly naked, check. His clothes were a wreck, check. And his ex-girlfriend was in the other room and probably considering coming to look for them by now. Double check.

Bee looked like he was halfway to committing ritual suicide or a hard drive wipe, or whatever Autobots did when they had to end it all in a dramatic fashion.

"You know, I wasn't going to break up with you, dipshit," Sam said, pulling his knees up so he could prop his chin on them. It would have been way too much of a struggle to keep the amusement out of his voice. Bumblebee had totally just fucked him unconscious in a store room because he was jealous. Honestly, it was almost too cute for words.

It was Bee's turn to stare at him blankly.

"I know I sort of jumped from her to you, but I'm not actually that fickle. We were going to break up whether or not you were in the picture."

Blankness shifted to confusion and Bumblebee opened his mouth to speak.

"No, you don't!" Sam slapped a hand over his mouth and glared into the green eyes over it. "You aren't supposed to be talking! I am not dumping you and my clothes are totally wrecked, so I'm going to give you some time to think about what we're going to do about that while I tell you what I came here for."

Sam took a deep breath, steadying himself as he tried to think of a good way to phrase this. "Mikaela and I walked in on Sunstreaker giving Sideswipe a blowjob."

Okay, bluntness could be good, too. Bumblebee's eyes went wide over Sam's hand and he hastened to add, "They didn't see us and we got out of there in a hurry but I thought...actually, I don't know what I thought," Sam frowned. "I just thought I needed to tell you."

Gently, Bee pulled Sam's hand away from his face and replaced it with his own, rubbing his temples in an oddly human gesture. "It's my fault," he whispered hoarsely.

"Bee, you aren't supposed to be talking, dammit!"

"Voice transfer isn't as straining as outright speaking," Bumblebee said, tiredly. "Sideswipe hasn't been with Sunstreaker in centuries, as far as I am aware. The last sexual relationship he had was with an organic on Turlon 5 and that was over a century ago."

"Centu...you mean they've been together before? But--brothers! Related! I mean, eww!"

Bumblebee smiled thinly. "I'm aware that such a relationship is considered highly taboo in almost all human cultures, but amongst Autobots it isn't all that unusual for those who share a spark to have a sexual relationship," he paused, obviously considering his words. "They are two parts of a whole, it draws them together."

"Two parts," Sam wrinkled his nose a little. It still sounded gross. "So...they really are like good and evil twins?"

His laugh was silent but obvious nonetheless. "Nothing so linear, I'm sure. Their personalities are their own." Bee tipped his head in a little shrug, his pale hair falling over his shoulder in a way that made Sam swallow and could his hormones please give him a five minute break? "But I am hardly an expert on spark siblings. Ratchet could possibly explain it better."

"Yeah, I'll get right on asking him," Sam said, rolling his eyes. He and Ratchet were certainly not the best of buddies right now.

Bumblebee didn't seem to hear him, his expression bleak. "It's my fault. He's been helping us and his sexual frustration...Sunstreaker would have known and he would certainly have taken advantage. Sideswipe wouldn't have wanted to impose on us, but I should have known." He slammed a fist against the concrete floor hard enough to leave a mark. "All my fault."

"That's a load of bullshit! He was helping us, that makes it my fault, too," Sam said firmly. "Look, Sideswipe has been helping us out a lot and...did you not power down just now?" Sam asked suddenly, only just realizing it was the first time he'd woken up in Bee's arms.

Bee gave him a rueful look. "I did. I just seem to regain my online status faster than you do."

"Ratchet will love that," he sighed. "But Sideswipe has been helping us. Isn't it only fair that we help him--I mean," he added hastily at Bumblebee's raised eyebrow. "We should--we--he shouldn't have to--"

"I agree," Bee interrupted smoothly. He lifted one hand to Sam's face and ran a single finger down his face, tracing the line of it. "Unwilling as I am to share any part of you, it's unfair for Sideswipe to bear the brunt of my arousal without the benefit of it."

"Did we just agree to have like, a weird holographic threesome?" Sam asked. "Only, I just want to make sure because my life is so, so strange now that I should really start keeping notes or charts or something."

"We agreed that Sideswipe will no longer leave unsatisfied," Bee said firmly. "I believe that is all I am willing to concede at the moment."

"My ass will testify to how little you want to concede any part of me," Sam muttered, stretching and feeling just about every muscle in his body twinge. "Have you come up with any plans on the clothing issue?"

"Of course." Clothing bloomed to life on Sam's body that matched what he'd been wearing almost perfectly. He touched in wonderingly, the way it felt real unlike the uniform Bee had put on him before. "It won't last long away from me," Bee warned. "So I'll drive you back to your quarters so you can change into some real clothes."

"Thanks, I'd hate for my clothes to vanish in the middle of dinner." Bumblebee looked perfect already, of course, still wearing the sleeveless shirt Mikaela had requested, the dark symbols on his bicep glowing faintly. Sam ran a finger over it lightly, almost expecting it to feel different but it only felt like skin. "Maybe I should get one too, eh? Only I'm kind of a pussy about needles, to tell the truth."

Bumblebee smiled at him and reached out to stroke finger over Sam's arm in a mimic of his touch. Color bloomed to life on his skin, painlessly shaping itself into a perfect mirror of Bee's.

"Sweet!" Sam craned his head around, trying to see all of it. "What does it say?"

Bee smiled sweetly and shook his head, pointing at his throat.

"Oh come on, you've been talking for an hour now!"

A faint shrug and he opened the door and slipped out, Sam following hastily before his clothes decided to take a powder. Almost limping, really, and he had to consciously try to walk normally before someone wondered why he looked like he had a roll of quarters jammed up his ass.

"I'm going to get you," Sam muttered, low enough that only Bee could hear him. "I am so going to get you for all of this."

Faint music clicked on, just for him, ...you made me promises, promises. You knew you'd never keep...

"Oh, I will." Just out of sight of main engineering, Sam grabbed Bee and pulled him back into his arms, whispering into his ear. "I am so keeping that promise."

He felt Bee shudder a little, tongued his ear wetly before shoving him forward and watching him stumble a step. It was so worth the glare he got before Bee relaxed his expression and walked back into engineering. Sam smoothed his hair back and followed him, keeping his face as innocent as possible while his brain was still running scenarios. Oh, yeah. Totally keeping that promise.



-finis-


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