163There used to be more like him, more half flyers. Sure, there hadn't been a LOT of them, but enough to make him feel… normal. That had changed though. He had always lived in a time of war. But when he had still been a youngling there always had seemed to be more like him.
Bumblebee always wondered where the others had gone. He knew that his carrier had been a grounder and his sire had to have been a flyer. Or he wouldn't have had his doorwings.
The mixing of grounders and flyers had always been there. Not a lot because most flyers thought of grounders to be 'too less' for them. The mixing was easy really. If your carrier was a grounder and your sire a flyer the sparkling would be a grounder with wings and extra boosters. If it was the other way around you would have a flyer sparkling with grounder armour.
He had asked Ratchet ones why it was so bad to have mixed coding like he had. Ratchet explained that there was nothing wrong with it. That the mixed coding was positive most of the time. The medic had pointed at the youngling at that. Bee had been a grounder. But his armour was lighter and he himself had been smaller. Thanks to this and the extra boosters had he been faster then any other grounder, with exception on Blurr but that mech would challenge the speed of light to a race and make it a close finish. For the half-flyers it would also have been positive. The flyers would have thicker and stronger armour. They would have been more able to move and race over the ground and would have been just stronger.
The mixing was still looked down upon though. Which had always confused bumblebee. Whenever mechs and femmes found out that Bee had mixed coding they would look at him as if he had two helmets or look at him with pity.
He hated the pity.
Ratchet had told him to ignore the looks and just do his best.
And he did just that, He worked his way up the ranks and became Optimus Primes personal scout.
So why was he thinking about it now?
Easy.
Heat. Cycle. Was. Like. Pit.
Easy as that.
Turns out that the heat cycle for mixed coding's was a bit tricky. Normally when a mech or femme enters heat cycle they sent out a scent and frequentation to make clear that they are ready to mate. Grounders sent out a grounder frequentation and flyers a flyers ones. Yes, you guessed it right. Those with mixed coding could receive the signal but not sent the right signal for either party.
That wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that their scent wasn't right. Grounders wanted a strong scent. While flyers wanted a good smelling one. Not sure what they meant with that. He had just heard flyers say that their partners didn't 'smell nice enough' to mate though. His own scent was for as far he knew, too soft to be noticed by the grounders and not nice smelling enough for the flyers. Which was really annoying if you were in your heat cycle and no one in your base seemed to notice.
Like how he was now.
Bumblebee ones again let out a beeped groan as he let his helmet fall on top of his table. He had been in his heat cycle for about six earth days now and it wasn't getting better. it wasn't his first heat though, he had had multiple before. His first two had been awkward and uncomfortable. His third heat had he told Cliffjumper when he had gotten to frustrated. The red autobot had been willing to help and together they had worked though his heat.
He could take care of it himself but he preferred that no one walked in on him then which was more then impossible in the base.
Bumblebee could feel his frustration growing and was about to snap when he got an idea. Why not just go outside? Search for a nice quiet place. Get it over with and go back with a clearer head! Bumblebee rose from his place but stopped. He couldn't just walk up to Optimus. Their leader was still busy with the decoding for the next relic. The yellow scout looked around and saw that everyone was doing his own thing. It had been quiet and no one would really have anything against him going for a drive.
With that thought Bumblebee left the base after telling Bulkhead that he would go for a drive.
Ones Bumblebee was out on the streets he felt better. The road under his wheels felt amazing and he let his motor growl as he drove off.
Bumblebee let the road take him away from the desert and away from whatever city or town he past. He let his motor go full out.
Why couldn't he just have a normal scent? A scent noticeable for someone. Anyone! He would feel so much better if he could have that. He had noticed it himself that he had entered the heat cycle. He had notice how he had walked a little slower to get his scent with the others. He had noticed that he kept sending out his frequentation. But no one had noticed.
Bumblebee shook himself out of that thought, he just needed to get some of the heat out of his system and then he would be fine.
After about three hours of driving the yellow scout found a forest. He made his way between the trees and kept walking until he was sure he was secure enough.
He sat down on the ground and checked around him ones more. Making sure that no one was close by. He knew that no one was, he took a deep vent and sat back against a tree. Just one moment for himself, a moment to finally get this heat to at least lay back.
His servo slid down his chestplates and slowly towards their destination. His servo touched his pelvis and he let out a beeped groan. The noise was loud and With his other servo the scout removed his mouthguard, better not make to much noise and attract attention. He put it next to him and returned his attention to the servo on his pelvis. It felt so good. He let his servo slowly stroke his pelvis and with his other he went to stroke his own tights. He opened his spike and valve covers and let his servos make their ways there. The moment he touched them he got lost in the pleasure and heat.
.~,~.
Most found heatcycles amazing and at the same time annoying. Amazing because you had a good few orns full of pleasure and you can just enjoy the good things.
Bad side. You tend to forget whatever happened in the heat cycle. Many couples had gotten bonded over it by mistake and you would wake up with someone you never meet before.
Because of this most wanted to be around friends and have a partner who wasn't in their heat and could control themselves.
Bumblebee groaned and let a smile grace his face. He felt so much better. His heat had calmed down and it was bearable. He knew that his heat would return at least ones more but for now it was fine.
He would need to go back to base soon but for now he would enjoy the warmth and sound of the other spark.
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Wait… other spark?
Bumblebee forced his systems to reboot sooner and forced his optics online. The first thing he saw that he was laying with his helmet on someone else's chest. Had someone from the base followed him and helped him out or something? Bumblebee offlined and onlined his optics again and stared at the dark blue chest. The scouts processor was still slow after his first heat moment but somewhere he realized that none of the autobots at base had that color scheme.
He raised himself with his arms and looked at the mech who was laying under him. Bumblebee took in the visor covered face and the decepticon symbol and jumped back and falling over. Soundwave was still recharging as Bumblebbe looked himself over and the con. He could see the lubricate on both of them and he scanned his own systems.
Bumblebee had left panic behind and had straight gone into a panic attack. He had… oow… no… he had… had he?
The scans returned with saying that there hadn't been any pleasure in his valve and his spike had just had so much… so most likely no interfacing.
This however didn't help bumblebee calm down. He stood up and saw that his mask was still laying on the place he had left it at. He picked it up and walked away slowly. Hoping that he wouldn't wake up the con. He saw a river and quickly washed himself off. One he was done he run and drove away.
"This Can't have happened… IT CAN'T!" Bumblebee broke all the speed limits on his way to base.
.~,~.
Bumblebee didn't feel better ones he was back at base. In matter of fact. He felt worse. How was he going to tell the others what happened?! he couldn't even remember it! He forced his processor to analyse the time between when he first touched his pelvis and to when he woke up, but nothing came up, no data, no video (bumblebee was happy about that one) not even the slightest information that it ever happened.
Bumblebee let the air flow though his vents and rose from his hiding place, hiding place was his room, and left to go meet his end. He couldn't tell Optimus because he was busy… Which meant that he would have to tell Ratchet.
"Do you hate me primus?" Really, what had he done to deserve this?
He was much quicker in the medbay then he had wanted. He opened the door and walked in. Ratchet was working on something.
"Hey Ratchet, do you have a moment?" Ratchet shook his helmet "Not now kid. I am busy, Is someone offlining?" Bumblebee shook his helmet "No, but-" Ratchet cut him off "Then I don't have time right now. If someone isn't offlining then it can't be to bad."
And that was the scouts clue to leave. And leave he did. Bumblebee entered his room again and sat on his berth. No, no one was dying. But if this comes out he may as well be.
Everyone was an idiot.
That is the conclusion Soundwave had long ago made and it somehow still counted. Of course this conclusion didn't count for Lord Megatron but all the others it did count for.
Soundwave typed away in the warships harddrive as he tried to ignore the stares of the vehicons. He was always here, always. So why do they still see him as something that shouldn't be there? Or that it is weird to see him.
He didn't need to be telepathic to know that they thought that. He also knew what the other officers were thinking. Starscream was plotting ones more, Black Arachnid was plotting herself on how to take care of Starscream and get the title of second in commend. She was also worrying about Soundwave himself because she saw him as a large treat. Good thinking. Knock out was thinking about his finish again and breakdown was thinking about doing some finish mixing with Knock out.
Nothing special and Soundwave turned his attention back to the warship. He never searched Megatron's thought because that would have been disrespectful. And Soundwave would never disrespect Lord Megatron. His leader was an honourable ex-gladiator and Soundwave would make sure that everyone treated his leader with the respect he deserves.
Soundwave heard the door open and he didn't let that distracted him. He heard the heavy steps of his leader approach.
"Soundwave. Report."
Soundwave nodded and let a record of Starscream play "Everything is going as planned my lord." Megatron nodded and watched over the troops.
Nothing really happened that day cycle. Just the same old stuff, though Soundwave could not explain why his spark was burning well he could. He was a flyer after all, he needed to be in the air ones in a while. The sun was almost at its highest point when Megatron turned towards Soundwave.
"Soundwave. What was the last time you went for a flight?" Soundwave didn't pause with his work as he answered "Not… Of impotents…" Megatron nodded and thought "You have to go for a flight. I can't have a glitching communication chief." Soundwave stopped his typing and nodded "Understood… my lord." Soundwave turned and left the bridge. He walked straight to the hanger. Set Laserbeak to watch the troops and left the Nemesis.
.~,~.
The wind was amazing. Soundwave was enjoying his flight. No missions. Just some time to enjoy the feeling of the air on his wings. The possibility to just fly. A time observe the different levels in the air. To feel the pull of gravity. To let the scents of the planets vent though him. To-
Soundwave almost stopped in the air. Instead of stopping he began to circle around. What was that scent? It smelled so different then anything he had ever smelled before.
It was difficult to explain, it was a very recognizable scent. It smelled sweet but not the overly sweetness Starscream had hanging around him. Soundwave simmered at the memory of it. It had been so overly sweet it had almost burned his olfactory sensor. This scent, even though strongly existing, was that 'in your faceplates'. It felt softer and because of this Soundwave was be able to let the scent wash over him completely.
Soundwave flow in circles until he could pinpoint from where the scent was coming. It seemed to come from somewhere in the forest beneath him. Soundwave fell the very start of annoyance in him. He didn't want to land and make his way though it walking. But he wasn't sure what was giving off the scent and it could be one of those organic things called plants.
Soundwave circled a few more times before spotting a good landing place. After making his way down he walked towards the edge of the forest. He studied the treeline for a while before spotting a good entrance point. From there it was just following the scent. The closer he got the more he felt the air heat up around him. Soundwave was trying to think of a time when that had happened before. It felt a bit like what Knock out would feel whenever Breakdown had gone into one of his rare 'heat's. The heat cycles weren't anything special on the Nemesis and Megatron just let his soldiers deal with it whenever they got one. "Better get it over with then let it get in the way of the Decepticons plans" His lord had ones said. Though it may have been only that way because Starscream happened to be in heat and Megatron had only been thinking about that fact at the time.
Of course, the two had gone back to almost killing one other when the heat cycle had been over with.
The heat cycles were something everyone on the ship seemed to look forwards too. Of course not the mechs who got into it. seeig as they wouldn't remember much of it. But the others always seemed to be unable to focus on anything else.
Soundwave of course knew what happened with a heat cycle. The sensor net would become more sensitive and the spark would be more willing to join another.
He himself had never enter in suchs immature acts that involved that. He had gone though his first heat as any other. He learned what it was but seemed to be indifferent about them. The heat cycle didn't really effect him. The medics figured out it was because he was be able to create and have his cassettes. His spark didn't seem to need another partner after that, and that had been just fine with him.
Soundwave stopped as a new wave of the scent washed over him.
Heat cycle.
This had to be the scent of a heat cycle.
And as much as he knew he should just turn around, knew that it shouldn't effect him as it did. He just couldn't. His spark was demanding him to find out.
Soundwave would only follow the orders of his leader. But his leader had said to go out. And his spark wasn't going against his lord's order. In matter of fact, his spark wanted him to stay out longer. And if that meant discovering from who the scent was coming from then that was just side business.
Because Soundwave knew there was someone else out there. Going though their heat cycle. And Soundwave also knew that it wasn't anyone from the Nemesis. But that didn't seem to spark anything but more curiosity in him. His spark felt warm and was pushing him towards the heat the other spark seemed to be in.
He soon found just who had been giving the scent off. The yellow scout. He was sitting against a tree servos in his pelvis area slowly touching whatever came on his path. Soundwave just stood there, frozen. He knew he should be doing something, but his processor seemed to have gone offline and his spark was burning in his chestplates. Optics behind the dark visor traced over everything they could see. Yellow armour, heated by the energy and with the moist air. Damp was appearing on that shining yellow but the owner of them didn't seem to see that as important.
A soft half muted moan was heard by the silent con.
Soundwave stared as the yellow bot let his head rest against the tree and the bot bit his derma. Soundwave focused in more as he slowly walked closer, his spark screaming to get closer, the bot's throat was scarred. Soundwave knew how this came. His lord had long ago punished the scout for not listening and telling them what Optimus Prime had been up to. But now the scars seemed to show something else to Soundwave, not just the brute strength of his lord. But also the survival strength the scout himself possesses.
Soundwave had halved the distance that had been between him and the scout. From here he could see the fuel lines between the gasps of armour. The well-developed cables that made this mech be able to move.
Grey purple optics hidden behind a visor traced lower. They watched skilled servos work on a black with yellow spike. Soundwave didn't notice his own temperature rise, or his own pelvis heat up for that matter. Had he noticed he would have been more worried about his own body weird reactions.
But those servos and digits were ooow so distracting.
Soundwave let the scent wash over him. And noticed that he didn't get a new wave of it in his sensors. Soundwave checked his surroundings and noticed that the wind had turned. It was now going towards the yellow scout instead of towards him.
Soundwave noticed that the servos seemed to freeze. The con looked up and saw two with pleasure drowned optics look at him. The yellow scout let the air vent though himself and seemed to give of a sound that sounded a lot like a purr. Soundwave stared as the scout's complete focus seemed to redirect towards himself. The bot tried to stand up but motor skills weren't that easy when in heat. The scout seemed to understand this and instead crawl towards the con.
Only now Soundwave noticed that he was sitting on the ground. Somewhere in his staring he had sunk to the ground and he had stayed there.
And now the in heat autobot was so close to him. he could feel the heat coming off from the armour. Though the scout didn't just stop there. He used still steady hands to pull himself partly up and almost into the cons lap. The autobot put his lower face to his neck and took a deep vent. And purred again.
Soundwave knew he was supposed to do something now. And he was almost sure it wasn't holding the bot so close and surly not letting the heated scent fill his processor. And he really shouldn't except those smart and curious servos to follow his armour like that. So sure. So nice… so… good…
A deep purr sounded directly next to him and Soundwave fell his arms circle closer around the yellow bot. Everything felt so nice. So good and warm. He didn't mind it that he wasn't in control. That purring and those servos made everything alright.
A servo touched his steaming hot pelvis and his spike cover snapped open. Soundwave fell a small sting but didn't concentrate on that. No those smart servos had turned to playing with his feelers and it felt amazing~
Visor covered optics looked down, slightly curious as to what the sting had been and saw his own spike, which was new seeing that he had never bothered to let his seal be removed. The thought left him when one of those servos had found his spike and started to slowly stroke it. Had Soundwave been able to think logical before then that ability left him completely now. He was willing to stay there forever and just feel like this his whole lifetime. Then another strong wave of that amazing scent washed over him and he opened his optics again. The yellow scout seemed so close to something, metal heated up, optics half closed. Soundwave wanted to see more of it.
The yellow scout seemed to be able to guess what he wanted, or the bot had just enough of waiting. He moved around until his own spike was straight next to soundwaves and covered both of the spikes with his hands. Soundwave gasp as a shot of pleasure shot though him. He heard the scout let out another moan as he started to move his servos up and down the spikes.
The heat. The heat not only from himself but also from those servos and most of all from that spike pressed up against his own was enough to send Soundwave crashing into his overload. That blast of heat seemed to be enough to knock the scout over in his own. The face of the smaller bot showed only pleasure and seemed to pulls it. Soundwave stared as the scout fell into recharge against him. Soundwave fell back into the earth ground and held the scout close.
His systems were drained of energy and he did the only thing that made sense to himself at the moment and let himself fall into recharge with his yellow bot in his arms.
.~,~.
The next moment he onlined he noticed that it was colder. Much colder. Soundwave sat up and noticed that his scout wasn't in his arms anymore. He looked around but couldn't see him. He let his smell sensors do overwork. Searching for that one scent. He smelled it. it was almost gone but still there. It lead him past a small river. Soundwave sighed and started to think. Clearly the autobot had came out of recharge before him and had panicked. He must have left after quickly cleaning himself up.
Soundwave looked at himself and saw that his lower half was covered in blue lubricant. He looked at the water and cleaned the prove off of him.
Soundwave looked around one last time and left the forest, ones he was outside he transformed and made his way back to the warship.
He landed on the deck and walked inside. On his was to his room he crossed paths with Megatron.
"I see that you are back Soundwave. Did the flight calm you down?"
Soundwave looked though his recordings and played a few off "Flight.. enjoyable… Thank you lord." Megatron nodded and walked away, pleased with what Soundwave had said.
Soundwave entered his own quarters and sat down on his berth. Laserbeak sensed her masters unusual mood and flow inside the room. landing on his shoulder.
There was no need for words between Soundwave and his cassettes. He could much easier share information with them then anyone else. They knew it when he wanted them to know. Laserbeak understood that Soundwave wanted to think himself and lied down on the berth, soon in recharge.
He hadn't told Megatron. From everything that was the point that surprised him the most. He had always told Megatron everything to the smallest details when it came to the autobots.
But now… he just… didn't. He didn't have a logical reason for it. He should just think this over for some more time. That should help.
Yes. Yes I did it. I started another story. Bite me. I wanted to write this so I did. Hope to hear what you guys think :D