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Every so often, Wasp is visited in his room.It's not something he's told anyone. No one needs to know. It's better this way, he tells himself. He doesn't think he can or wants to explain it.He alone, sometimes, every couple of months, while he is alone in his room, all the lights off in the deep night, all the noises fading into a silence so dense it has its own presence, is awakened from his sleep.At first, it's an almost indistinguishable hum in the air, a murmur that sounds like the howling of the wind in spring weather. Almost a lullaby to sleep more deeply. The truth is that Wasp doesn't know how that serene sound is able to wake him, being so tiny and delicate, as soft as a feather, but, for some reason, he always feels it when it approaches, down the hall, through the doorway, through the room.Then there is a weight at the foot of the bed. Light, it slowly increases from its tiny size. At one point, there is so much pressure that the mattress beneath his body buckles, sagging under itself from the weight that accumulates.Then it's a caress on his cheek, a breath against the wires of his neck, the patter of claws pulling at the sheets to uncover him, the hum rising so quickly, the heavy, wet breathing begging, pleading in a language beyond words, for his attention.Not that Wasp can say for sure that there is a real complex word structure behind those strange sounds, but he is almost certain that he understands the real extension, the direct translation of that expression.
'Stop pretending you’re asleep'
It's like a claim, in a way. The first few times, it had been much more shyness and asking for a favor, but now it's nothing like that. There's a sense of power that one has over the other, of satisfying, of offering and taking. It's that simple, now. Wasp has to give him what he's looking for, it's his duty. It's his duty since he signed the contract at the first meeting.It's been his duty ever since he let himself be seduced on the first night. Since then, he's no longer the one in charge, now he's just the drone obediently waiting for his superior to return.Still with his eyes closed, Wasp slides his hands out of the covers. They're more than he'd appreciate, more than he'd like, but they're not for him either (They're for his visitor, they're there just for his comfort) With the edges of his fingers, he brushes his companion's waist, then presses his palms harder against the expanse of metal, flesh, this new mix of both in a smooth, soft, strong, warm, and lethal way.Wasp gropes around, almost clumsily at first, at the curvy body stretched out over him. Before long, the sheets have all been torn from his body and instead of being spread out like a tablecloth on a table, they're piled up at the sides of the bed, in a sort of nest that, for some reason Wasp hasn't yet fathomed, brings comfort to the other.The body over his settles easily over him, not caring much about imposing himself, not asking for permission and not apologizing for taking up too much room. No, that's not how things work. All he does is sprawl over him, his thick thighs straddling his pelvis, his hands fumbling against the other's armour, his gorgeous features on the verge of disappearing into the darkness of the room.His exquisite wings spread out behind him, gloating flirtatiously, seductively, elegantly and finely. The cotton-like fluff surrounding certain sections of his body…It's almost petty.Wasp adores it.He doesn't take credit. He doesn't try to be in control when it happens. All he can feel each time one of these nights comes, after months of waiting and looking forward to the day, is desire, desperation. His body boils at the moment they come into contact, so turned on by the mere thought of each other.The first time was a surprise. Now, Wasp feels like it's second nature. Part of the routine.He lets the other climb on top of him, technically immobilizes him and begins his ironclad act of grooming. He watches him arrange his fluffiness, flutter his wings with a beautiful crystalline, iridescent effect, he admires him as he subtly swings over him, moving his antennae and buzzing, humming in a sign of pleasure.He admires it, his face numb and his chest bubbling with heat. The glowing spark inside him makes him feel like an open-air campfire.He keeps telling himself that he can't let anyone find out. The adrenaline rush of getting caught doesn't take away from the pleasurable feeling, but it certainly sours it a little when he realizes he can't enjoy it as long as possible, with the constant warning that if anyone notices anything out of place, it's the end.No. No one needs to know. This is his. This is Wasp's. No one else can have it.Bumblebee is his.It wasn't something he'd ever expected to say. They certainly hadn't gotten off to a good start. Wasp had been a pain in the ass to him, had been cruel and dismissive, had been mean.Bumblebee was just another minibot, a tiny little robot filled with dreams, aspirations, and the most immense amount of energy anyone had ever seen, all packed into such a tiny body that it was ridiculous for anyone to even imagine someone like him coming close to fulfilling any of those crazy ideas of greatness he had.Wasp was supposed to understand it, as a framework. Bumblebee had believed that, for sure, that they would rely on each other to get ahead in a world of bots that were too big.Wasp hadn't seen it that way. Bumblebee was too much for him, for anyone. He was too intense, too happy, too funny, too free, and too much him. Too much, too much. Wasp hadn't been able to stand it, and instead of offering support and creating an alliance as the beliefs of softer robots, like his new boss Optimus, suggested, he had met the full sea of emotions the other robot had made him feel with a round of harassment.It wasn't that he really hated Bumblebee, he'd realized much later, when he finally had the time to understand. He didn't. In reality, he just didn't know how to deal with everything he made him feel. Bumblebee was as strange as a comet on a carpet, and for Wasp, who was used to a totally different way of life, seeing him be all the things he'd been taught were wrong: messy, insolent, childish, stubborn, and yet happy, had caught him off guard.It wasn't that Bumblebee was bad. Sure, he wasn't what an elite guard or any functional robot was supposed to be, but living on this organic planet lost in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of weird, inefficient, and definitely misfit robots, Wasp had learned that not fitting into Cybertron's standards wasn't the most terrible and unusual thing that had ever happened. It actually happened quite often.Not that he particularly fit the mold, either. He was too acidic for that, they had made it clear to him. Too cruel, too irascible.His boss Optimus had told him he was too easily unsettled. Something about how he clung too tightly to the ground beneath his feet and that if he faltered he would lose his grip.He was right, of course, but Wasp also didn't like to admit when other robots were right. Still, as expected, whenever such comments began to come from his superiors, he would force himself to nod coldly in agreement with them, but without saying a word.The truth is that Wasp was pretty mean. He had been making himself feel better than everyone else for a long time, saying that he was a better cadet, a better soldier, that he was better at all.He hadn't taken kindly to ending up on the space bridge repair team. Not at all, especially since he'd end up working alongside the idiot on duty in his platoon, the big airhead who, on top of everything, was friends with the screaming minibot. He had refused profusely, asking for any other position, but the accusation that the other bot had put about him being a spy, even if it had proven to be false and sent the accuser to the stockades, could not be trusted one hundred percent with that reputation.It was terrible. All his hard work wiped out by a false accusation that everyone knew was a lie, by an incompetent robot who was too bitter towards him. Even if he had to admit that it was partly his fault, because he was the one who put himself in the crosshairs of the supposed Decepticon spy with all the mockery and mistreatment, it was hard to face with his dreams so recently broken and unattainable.It didn't help that he was getting stares from his new assigned team. The airhead hadn't taken long to tell them about the Autobot camp and the minibot that Wasp had harassed, that he had driven insane, his friend.The Bulk-head had always assured that his little friend was innocent, that he was not a spy, that he really believed that Wasp was a Decepticon and therefore was doing the right thing, that he had not done it just to ruin the life of the one who had made him suffer so much.He still looked at him sometimes, head down, eyes lost, bitter. He seemed lonely, ever since he was fixing space bridges, as if something inside him had vanished, something he had tried so hard to hold onto. Before, the guy had been a huge klutz with the best intentions and the worst results. Now, he was much quieter, much more reticent, and much more careful. He had this contraction in him, where he couldn't decide whether to always keep Wasp in his sights or run from his sight as if he couldn't stand it.The rest of the team wasn't much better. They seemed to tiptoe around him at first, as if they were analyzing a possible infiltrator, as if they were handling toxic material. His boss was clearly struggling between giving him the benefit of the doubt and acknowledging that he was a very hard worker, or trusting his other subordinate's warnings and pushing him away because of the knowledge that he was or used to be a bully.The medic seemed normal enough at first, but over time he could see the normal bored and exhausted attitude dissolve into a mask behind which the affection that this old robot felt for the big clumsy tin man increased. And with that affection came the differentiation he made between him and Wasp. He wasn't obviously mean to him, but he was cold and less patient. He treated him like a coworker, which wasn't bad, while he clearly saw the rest as friends.The robot ninja didn't seem to have much animosity against him when he arrived, but he soon took into consideration the group's attitude towards Wasp and that must have led to him eventually finding out what he had "done." Result: the guy didn't stop being cold as a glacier with him, even when he had already softened up with the others. He seemed to take the treatment of his companions, his equals, very seriously, and sometimes he looked at him as if he even pitied him, as if he knew something he didn't. It was terribly unpleasant.Then, when they arrived on Earth and the group technically adopted an organic as a pet of sorts, things became a little less tense, but it didn't get much better. The organic clearly distrusted him, she had formed a strong bond with the big guy and obviously believed him when he talked about his old little buddy. Once again, he isolated himself.Wasp had ended up feeling very alone, excluded, even when they left Cybertron. It was the only way, feeling like this, that she could truly understand what she had put the other minibot through.But knowing that didn't change anything. There was nothing Wasp could do about it to change what he'd done, to "fix" the irreparable damage his behavior had caused not only to the robot who'd ended up locked away for his false accusations, but to the robot who lived with him on this stupid planet of dirt and filth. The guys he had to live with because of what had happened.All that loneliness hadn't really gone away yet. The team was still tense with him, especially after discovering that, indeed as the big fool had said, Bumblebee was in fact an innocent bot who had been manipulated by the real spy to frame Wasp.He hadn't been able to look in the direction of the larger green robot for weeks after learning that.Wasp had really hurt him. He had really hurt a poor robot who was alone, helpless, and not to blame for being as stupid as he was.Even when the guy had escaped his conditioning and ended up on Earth, he hadn't harmed Wasp. All the guy had done was run away trying to find the one person who apparently still believed in his innocence, his giant green friend.It was a shame that he was in the same place as the bot of his misfortune.When his superiors, his former trainer Sentinel Prime and his new flying recruits, arrived to look for him, they had discovered that in fact, the big guy had been helping him hide in a remote sector of the city, with the help of his organic friend.The girl's iron will had done nothing to change the robot's fate.She still looked at Wasp like that these days, a strange anger and disgust contained in her young eyes. The amount of affection and concern the creature had generated for the yellow car had been disproportionate, considering they had only been in contact for a few weeks.He knew that if she ever really got a reason to show her dislike for him, the insults about it wouldn't be long in coming.That poor organic brat. So lonely, so abandoned, far from her Sire and surrounded by a bunch of robots who couldn't understand what she was feeling. Wasp had felt genuine pity for the poor thing, even if it was an organic mass, it wasn't worth being alone. He could understand that and, technically, he could have been a support for her in those difficult times, but he didn't. Wasp had never been considerate of the emotions of other bots, let alone organic infants. That was already beyond the limits of cordiality that his job and duties demanded.Apparently the little girl had found that understanding that she did not get from them in the yellow robot, the one who had also been abandoned and left to his fate.Wasp could imagine it now, the yellow minibot holding the little organic in his hands, sharing the comfort. Maybe the huge, clumsy robot hugging them both with his giant arms in a show of protection, the protection he hadn't asked to give them in the end.Wasp firmly believed that he had become so fond of the little girl because she reminded him of his old little friend, all energetic, childish, funny and in yellow. That was why he wanted to protect her so much, because he hadn't been able to do so with the one he really wanted to take care of.That's why he always put her on his right side whenever Wasp was on his left, as if he wanted to keep her away from him, from his cruelty and his mistakes.Its acidity.Bulkhead had eventually lost his friend once again to Wasp.Bumblebee had become a technorganic because of him, even though everyone already knew he was innocent, they couldn't help it.The guy was convinced that he couldn't be free until he was able to defend himself from Wasp, even if it wasn't Wasp who was chasing him anymore.He had given himself over to the Decepticon Blackarachnia to be turned into something that could surpass anyone who had ever hurt him in the past. He had become a monster on purpose. Sentinel had insulted him for it, Bulkhead had been heartbroken, and the entire group had realized the depth of their damage the moment the spider-woman had revealed to them what the fate of the other technorganic would be. The betrayal had driven the now only half-robot to lose his mind, consumed by rage and fear to the point that after unsuccessfully trying to destroy the femme, he had turned on himself and nearly torn the woman beside him to pieces in a moment of madness.The team's will towards Wasp had not improved at all after the event. The big guy hadn't even been able to get up from the ground where his dear friend had disappeared, mourning his loss out loud, and the rest had watched everything with the eyes of someone watching a film so tragic that they felt the pain of others in their own spark.Coming back to base hadn't been easy. Coming back to living on base hadn't been easy either. Wasp was an outcast for what he'd done back in his camp days now more than ever, no matter how much everyone tried to forget what had happened and move on.Bumblebee had left too deep a mark on all of them, even those who had only known him as that, the robot bullied and tortured to the point of insanity who shut down on his own, rather than allow anyone else to hurt him again. End of story.Or so everyone thought it was.Evidently, the half-robot had managed to survive somehow, and even retrace his steps back to them.As far as he knew, he had only been shown to him, but the truth was that he hadn't dared to ask the others about it. He was afraid that everything in reality was a dream, a nightmare, a hallucination or something, driven by the guilt encapsulated in his box that refused to be let out in any way.It's not like what actually happened was any more believable than that.Bumblebee, all technorganic, fluff and cuteness, sitting on his haunches while rubbing his intimate panels together in the middle of a moonless night. How crazy.Why was he doing this? Why was he showing up these couple of nights every 4 or 5 months? Why was he showing himself to him, why was he waking him up, why was he interfacing with him? What the hell was he trying to accomplish?The beautiful half-organic rubbed his luxurious thighs together and rocked subtly on top of him while stroking his own belly with his sharp yet gentle hands, a warm-up he always did, along with the other things he followed like a religious routine.Wasp let him do it, as always. He had tried before, in his blindness to desire and pleasure, to the senseless attraction he felt for this strange being, to touch there too. It didn't go well. The half-insect had buzzed so loudly that it almost made his audio receptors reset, while it caught his hands in its own and crushed them so hard against the bed that it had made him see stars.So no, Wasp wouldn't touch if Bumblebee didn't give him the order or permission to do so.He really didn't understand why or how this was happening. He really didn't have the impression that he liked him, not because of how he had treated him in his time, what he had suffered because of him and, currently, because of the little freedom of action he allowed him. No, he was certainly not "in love" with him as any foolish thought would suggest. Not at all.Bumblebee wanted something. Wasp preferred, for the sake of comfort, to think that the fusion between flesh and metal inside the former Autobot had made him even more unstable than behind the palisades and that it had also left him with unbearable instincts regarding the so-called organic "mating", as those programs on Earth that the Cyber-Ninja insisted on watching said.To think that the beautiful being was turning to him to satisfy his uncontrollable desires for intercourse was much simpler. It was also much more pleasant to believe that the strangely beautiful being found him attractive and worthy of coupling.Maybe it was because it was the closest to his size.Still, he would never fully understand why Bumblebee came exclusively to him these nights.He don't need to know it either, but there was always a tap behind his helm, a little knock like a knock on a door with one's knuckles that spoke from behind, saying something about the other man having proven that he was no longer his prey, that he now had the power, that he was the strongest and no longer afraid of him.
'The interface is an act that takes place between equals'
As if trying to prove that.Or maybe he was choosing him specifically because he felt him owed he something. Maybe he was flying into his room solely because he felt it was his right, after everything Wasp had put him through, to be able to do whatever he wanted to him, take whatever he wanted from him. To satisfy himself at the expense of the robot who had made him suffer the most.It could even be a show of superiority. It could be anything, and Wasp would never be able to fully understand why ever since he had merged with that fluffy insect, the half-machine had only been able to hum at his expense, rather than speak.It didn't matter. None of that mattered now or ever, because none of the reasons would change what was happening, nothing would take away from Wasp the uncontrollable happiness that this moment brought him.He didn't fully understand, in fact not even a part of it, why he felt so infernally drawn to a creature that was technically unnatural, but he couldn't help but feel as if there was a magnet inside that gorgeous, fluffy body whenever he was near it.There was something in the warmth of his center, in the luminous and deep blue of his immense eyes, in those antennae, once horns, that moved to express emotions, in those inimitable wings that fluttered like fans of electricity behind his back, in the elegance of his body full of curves and fluffiness, an enviable waist and hips so wonderfully wide, thighs so full, so soft, so exquisite.The swollen valve, dripping with pink lubricant, his plump lips soaked and the gorgeous outer node perfectly sensitive above all...Wasp never took more than a moment to pressurize his spike and send him modesty panel to hell.The copulation didn't take a moment to start, after the yellow one had completed his strange grooming routine on him. Within seconds he attacked Wasp and impaled himself on his spike, penetrating himself again and again with little jumps and almost erratic movements while with his strong but delicate hands he kept the green body very still beneath him. He continued to move over of him for as long as he needed, no matter how much Wasp panted and begged him to let he ride him against the port, fragging him hard against the mattress promising to make him an absolutely destroyed mess on the blankets. No, he would continue there, over him, going up and down like a spring without giving him enough, his wet and tight warmth clinging to him as if afraid to let him go, as if he needed to have him inside, deep inside his channel, buried in the deepest point of his being, hitting all his internal nodes until he couldn't even breathe with pleasure.After what felt like hours, Wasp would reach the obvious limit and the organic medium, still on top of him and still writhing and arching its entire fine frame over his quivering body, would suddenly go into a near-collapse rage that had him ripping open the greenie's chest until he clumsily and almost violently opened his box to reveal his seething Spark, which he would pounce on within seconds to fuse his own with as they both reached overload.It doesn't end there.Bumblebee didn't waste a second in closing his own chest and moving Wasp's body in such a way that he could, without moving an inch from the way his valve was pressed to the hilt in his beak, wrap his legs around his pelvis to stay attached to him and, above all, prevent him from leaving his interior. He kept it like that for a long time, swaying slightly, very gently and always watching the area where their bodies connected, humming harmoniously against him.When that time passed, about an hour, he still didn't leave Wasp alone. No. He repeated the process.He was bouncing off of him again, demanding burst after burst inside him, demanding more and more interface until Wasp was on the verge of collapse, broken, suffering on the port as if he had battled three Decepticons at once. A mess of gasps, liquids, condensation, and begging for whatever.He wanted more, he wanted less, he wanted the power, he wanted more strength. He wanted the beautiful specimen above him to hold him there, still and unable to act on his desires to take him under his own power, to finally bring him under him and force him to bend before him, to make him hum so loudly that his rudder would explode, that he could hear in the flutter of his wings the urgency for release, to increase the pace, to slow it, to give him everything and more.Wasp had seen a couple of the animal documentaries his companions watched on the screen, he had a couple of ideas on how else he and his secret companion could mate, leaving aside the other's seemingly predetermined and preferred position.Quadrupedal mammals lie belly to belly with the dominant one on top and behind them, humans used to lie on their backs and let the other ride them stomach to stomach, limbless reptiles would curl around each other like braids, insects with wings and long, thin bodies would lie upside down so that the lower half of one touched the upper half of the other.Wasp had too many ideas about it. He was too into it.Bumblebee continued to do his thing on top of him, paying no attention to his wishes. Tomorrow he would do the same, the day after tomorrow too, and perhaps the day after that. Then he would disappear once again for four or five months, enough time for Wasp to almost lose his mind from the desire for interface and connection with the other minibot.Slowly, after three rounds of interfacing, the half-insect finally became satisfied and began his separation routine. He slowly and carefully released himself from the connection between his intimate equipment, making sure to insert his fingers inside himself for a moment, as if trying to push all the liquid inside, and would immediately close his panel to prevent any leaks. He would then close Wasp’s chest, hiding his spark, pull him to a corner of the mattress, and half-lie down at the foot of the bed, hugging his knees with his arms and rocking himself as he cooed during the strange movement. He would eventually stop and begin rearranging his fluff and antennae, rubbing his beautiful, wide-eyed face with his little hands in an almost adorable manner. He would wipe away the wet and lube stains with the sheets spread out in the “nest” until he was as fluffy and clean as when he arrived.He would rise from his bed with such elegance that no one would suspect he had just finished an intense interface session, and, as ethereal as he had arrived, he would leave.Wasp would remain there, between a dream and a reality, breathing heavily and missing the warmth of his nocturnal companion.The ringing in his brain would take much longer to fade than the actual ringing.When morning came, he would have to rush to remove all the sheets and hide them inside his trunk until he could put them back in the night, since his companion particularly liked them to be soaked in his scent, due to his fluids, and he couldn't allow the rest of the team to see it like that. He would quickly wash up and pretend that nothing happened while he anxiously awaited the night for his former partner to return.He would pretend to have experienced nothing, while the cold working atmosphere spread over the entire team. While the expressionless faces of his coworkers feigned indifference instead of disgust towards him.While the big one and the little one did not know that their friend was alive.That was there, a couple of nights, every few months.He would pretend, pretend, and be happy in the back of his head, longing for the feeling of peace, affection, pleasure, and companionship that only the one he had utterly ruined could provide.He would pretend, waiting for Bumblebee. Bee swayed subtly on his long flight home. His body felt heavy from the exhaustion and satisfaction that flowed through him, but it was worth it. The flight back was always the hardest, but it wasn't especially bad, his head, his belly, and his Spark still sparkled with joy and life from their meeting, from their joining. The pain in his hips and the lack of strength in his limbs couldn't compare to the warmth and happiness, the peace that came from fulfilling his ritual every 121 days.He paused for a moment near one of the clearings to admire a family of organic creatures with four thin legs and brown fur. He sighed tenderly from his place floating among the treetops. Hungry, he leaned against the still-open flowers of a tree and carefully fed on a few dozen of them until he felt enough energy to return to his hive.Saving some of the flowers he had liked the most, he once again took flight back, careful not to be seen by the organics that sometimes roamed around his forest. He didn't like to fight, not when he was so busy and found the humans so adorable, but he wouldn't have a choice if they came too close to his territory. They could endanger his home.Queen Bee couldn't allow anyone to threaten her home, her happiness, ever again. She couldn't stand it, not anymore, not now, especially not now. She finally had everything she wanted.Stopping in the area his instincts recognized as well as his stripes, he slipped quietly into the cave he had claimed for himself. The stone blocks he had cut to give his house a more sheltered and homely shape were still well positioned after his departure, the floor covered in fibers and fluff from which his fluff sometimes fell off embraced his feet to the touch. He walked with an almost drunken wander towards the end of the cave, passing through the grotto that divided the path to the area where his hexagons of wax and honey were stored for food, to the nest of flowers, cotton and feathers where he slept.And there, his greatest treasure.The back wall of her home, filled with at least eight hexagons tightly sealed with gold and neon wax, her little creatures developing slowly but surely inside. To one side, the five cradles of different fibers built side by side.She leaned gently over the last one on the right. Inside, her precious older offspring, her firstborns, were resting peacefully, waiting for mommy to return. She put one of her hands into the crib and gently stroked them as they slept, their adorable three pairs of antennae tucked against their pretty little heads. Bee rocked them lovingly but let them rest until morning, they were a little more independent now, and continued with the crib where the youngest were, who woke up immediately upon sensing the presence of their carrier.Bee wrapped them in her arms, buzzing compliments to her beloved girls who responded with their own babbling. They were very fragile now, not capable of flying to accompany Mommy on her gathering trips, but they would soon grow strong and healthy.Queen Bee couldn't wait for their own buzzing to start making sense. To be able to talk to her babies… He'd been alone for so long, isolated, withdrawn, locked away, and hurt. Everything he held dear, affection, understanding, recognition, had been taken from him. He'd thought he was meant to be alone, when Spider-femme had betrayed him and the Autobots had handed him over to be imprisoned and tortured once more.He thought he would be alone, forever. Lost, filled with pain, hunger, nausea and sadness. Away from all the others like him, from all those who could have given him comfort.But becoming a technorganic had been a blessing in disguise. Even if it wasn't his intention, the spider woman had given him everything he could have ever needed. The ability to start a family, to protect it.Bee would never be alone again. Now he had little creatures to care for, little pieces of himself that he would love with all his Spark, with all his metal and flesh. He would feed them, protect them, teach them how to live in this strange but incredible world they now lived in, their home.Her home, her hive. Little by little, with the help of her drone, it would become bigger and bigger, more sustainable. For now there were only five Sparklings born from her flesh and capsule, but the eight in the hive were viable and seemed to be on the right track. She could already feel the pulse of new life in her own gestation chamber, in her chest, she had felt it immediately from copulation, she could swear she felt the exact moment of conception. How could she not? These were her babies, her children, her everything. Naturally she could feel the moment they connected to this world.He had mentioned this to Wasp as soon as it had happened. He had talked excitedly about it and described the sensation, the slight tickling at the exact spot where his abdomen would later grow to keep his offspring comfortable.Wasp hadn't said anything about it, as usual, but he assumed he was just being mean as usual. Bee didn't care anymore, it wasn't like he could do anything against her new half-organic form, she was much stronger and if she dared to lay a single finger on him she wouldn't hesitate to tear off his arms and bite his head in the indicated way to make him unable to attack or flee, but keep him connected at least long enough to finish enlarging the family.So it didn't matter if the nasty Wasp didn't match his excitement at conception, pregnancy, or birth. His opinion had no value in Bee's new life. Bee controlled his own life now, he was her new leader. All Wasp was to him was a comfortable and willing inseminator, someone Bee could completely manipulate, manhandle at will during intimacy if she felt like it, jostle and tear, enjoy watching him beg beneath him for release, for a break, for control. It was tremendously satisfying, after everything the robot had done to him. Fun. Besides, he hadn't put up any resistance at all, hadn't taken steps to prevent her advances after the first time, and clearly understood that Bee was a superior specimen to him whom he couldn't fight even if he wanted to and whom it was better to surrender and oblige.He should be grateful to him, he had even given him the honor of contributing his seed to his powerful offspring. He had thought, at first, that he could try his luck with the leader of Bulkhead's group, the blue and red prime, but he had quickly discarded it due to the implications. He didn't need to get too involved with anyone related to Cybertron, besides the guy clearly wanted to mate the spider woman, and that was not to Bee's taste. The Cyber Ninja seemed interesting, taking into account his interest in organics, which Little-Sari had told him about, but surely he wouldn't find her attractive. The doctor was old, he could affect his offspring.Bulk was his friend... But she couldn't mate with him, her whole new body keep yelling "no!" When he first though about it. "Brood can't be dumb" Bee didn't like those thoughts but she has to give them the right. He's friend wasn't the smartest and babies couldn't be that way. It would be dangerous.Although Bee had begun to find the other giant animal-like robots somewhat attractive, especially the largest one. In the future, if he felt the need for protection, he could turn to them. They would surely welcome him.But for now he preferred to be alone with his babies. Little-Sari had been such a deep comfort to his heart when she had been by his side while he was on the run, and holding her in his arms had given him as much peace as he felt he needed. He missed her, but thanks to her he had realized that she was what he truly wanted in his life.Cradling her little girls in her arms, she made her way back to the flower-filled bed and blankets she had brought from a human building. She snuggled comfortably around her littlest sparklings, humming a lullaby to help them fall asleep once more.Tomorrow evening he would return to ensure fertilization. Even though he could already feel the babies swelling in their gestation chamber, one could never be too sure.Tomorrow he would go, make sure he was filled to the brim with babies, and return to the hive to focus on continuing to build his home. More honeycomb, more structure, more food, more cribs, and more gardening. He had been busy the last few days enclosing the entire section that belonged to him with rock structures, trees, and thorny bushes. He would allow other animals, as long as they were not dangerous to his offspring, to live around and even within the boundary, like the organic bees of this planet, who insisted on following him.In a couple of weeks the closure would finally be over and he could put all his attention into creating more hives and taking care of the vegetation he needed for it. In this way, the little paradise he lived in would be complete.He couldn't wait to take his daughters for a walk around his meadow.Perhaps, once he is fully settled in, he would invite his trusted friends to visit his new family.Queen Bee is sure they would like the news.