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A/N: All pairings are Hot Shot/Bumblebee.
Title: Fire Dancer
Pairing: Hot Shot/Bumblebee
Rating: G
Warnings: crack! pairing, slash
Summary: (AU) Hot Shot is an entertainer, and Bumblebee catches his optics.
Bumblebee watched in awe as Hot Shot emerged onto the stage, flames shooting from his servos. The pyrotechnician swayed and rolled his hips, giving the crowd a sultry smile as he moved his hips and servos to the rhythm of the booming music, flames swirling gracefully around the elegant mech. Bumblebee tensed nervously as Hot Shot gazed over at him. The pyrotechnician drew closer to him and kneeled down on the edge of the stage, flames burning out on one servo as the mech reached out and caressed Bumblebee's cheek. Bumblebee shuddered from the warm, gentle touch and nuzzled into the soft touch. Hot Shot abruptly shot his servo down to Bumblebee's servo, shoving a backstage pass into the yellow mech's palm. He gazed down at the object in shock and looked back at Hot Shot. The pyrotechnician winked at Bumblebee and danced away. Bumblebee blushed and smiled widely.
Title: Backstage Pass
Pairing: Hot Shot/Bumblebee
Rating: G
Warnings: crack! pairing, slash
Summary: (AU) Bumblebee pays Hot Shot a visit.
"I'm so glad you decided to come," Hot Shot murmured.
The pyrotechnician sat beside Bumblebee on a padded bench, handing the yellow mech a cube of energon. Bumblebee took the cube and blushed as Hot Shot scooted closer.
"I wasn't sure I would come," Bumblebee stated. "I thought you might be playing a sick joke on me."
"Now, why would I do that?" Hot Shot chuckled.
"Well…out of the thousands of mechs in the crowd…why would you want to meet up with me?" Bumblebee asked.
"You caught my optic," Hot Shot replied. "You're so cute. I wanted you."
"Wanted me?" Bumblebee stammered, blush deepening. "I-I'm sorry. I should leave. I'm not that type of mech."
Hot Shot snagged Bumblebee's servo, stopping the mech from leaving. "Good, because I'm not looking for a one night stand."
"What do you mean?" Bumblebee inquired, arching an optic ridge.
"I know it may sound…corny…but I want to build a relationship with someone," Hot Shot answered. "I'm lonely. I want to find a mate."
Bumblebee asked, "And you think that someone is me?"
"Well, I'm curious to find out," Hot Shot replied. "Are you curious too?"
Bumblebee grinned. "Take me out on a few dates, and we'll find out."
Title: Goodnight Kiss
Pairing: Hot Shot/Bumblebee
Rating: G
Warnings: crack! pairing, slash
Summary: (AU) A goodnight kiss leads to something more.
Weeks came and went. Bumblebee found that Hot Shot's intention of building a relationship with him genuine. The pyrotechnician always spent time with him after shows, showered him with gifts, and never pressured him into interfacing. Tonight was no different. Hot Shot had walked him back to his living quarters, kissed his servo, and turned to leave. Tonight, Bumblebee chose to something different.
"Wait!" Bumblebee called out. "What about…a goodnight kiss?"
"Really?" Hot Shot asked, stepping closer, pressing his forehead against Bumblebee's, lips mere inches away from touching. "You're sure?"
"Yeah…I am," Bumblebee chuckled.
Their lips met in a gentle kiss, languidly exploring and tasting. Bumblebee moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Hot Shot's neck. The pyrotechnician moaned as well, snaking his arms over Bumblebee's waist, drawing the yellow mech closer. The two eventually broke the kiss, nuzzling each other.
"That was wonderful," Hot Shot murmured.
"Hmm…it was," Bumblebee murmured back. "You know…my berth gets awfully cold at night."
"Does it now?" Hot Shot chuckled.
"I'm not offering to interface," Bumblebee stated. "Just a night of sleeping in each other's arms." He blushed and shook his helm. "Jeez, that sounded stupid."
"No, it sounds…like a nice way to spend recharge," Hot Shot cooed. "I promise…no funny business."
Bumblebee took Hot Shot's servo and tugged him through the opening door. "I trust you."
Title: Nocturnal
Pairing: Hot Shot/Bumblebee
Rating: M
Warnings: crack! pairing, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU) Bumblebee can't sleep…
A month came and went. The dating routine continued, and Hot Shot spent more and more nights recharging with Bumblebee. One night, How shot was woken up by Bumblebee's lips pressing over his mouth, gasping as the yellow mech's pelvis grinded against his own.
"B-Bee?" Hot Shot stammered.
"Please…touch me…please?" Bumblebee moaned.
The pyrotechnician ran his servos up and down Bumblebee's back, causing the yellow mech to shiver. He flicked his glossa over one of Bumblebee's horns, eliciting a sharp cry.
"Oh…sensitive area hmm?" Hot Shot chuckled, a mischievous glint in his optics.
He engulfed one horn in his mouth, nipping and sucking as he used his servo to squeeze and pump the other horn. The yellow mech screamed in pleasure when Hot Shot's dentals sank into his horn, sending Bumblebee into a violent overload. Bumblebee turned away, shamed by his body's reaction.
"No, don't turn away from me," Hot Shot growled, cupping Bumblebee's flushed and damp cheek. "You were beautiful. I love how sensitive your body is."
"You're sweet," Bumblebee murmured, snuggling close, "but I'm all wet now."
"I can solve that problem," Hot Shot snickered.
The pyrotechnician slid down Bumblebee's form, stopping at the yellow mech's groin, lapping away a trickle of lubricant seeping out of the mech's plated covering. Bumblebee thrashed and wailed in bliss as Hot Shot's glossa laved him clean. Under the assault of the pyrotechnician's probing glossa, Bumblebee endured three more overloads without ever retracting his pelvic plating. He was left panting and exhausted.
"Hot Shot," Bumblebee whimpered. "That was…amazing…I want…"
"You look tired," Hot Shot interrupted. "Get some recharge."
"But what…about you?" Bumblebee inquired. "I can't…just…leave you…"
Hot Shot shushed Bumblebee. "You don't owe me anything. Tonight was just for you. Rest."
A warm smile spread over Bumblebee's faceplates as he drifted into recharge. Hot Shot smiled back and tenderly kissed Bumblebee on the lips before drifting off as well.
Title: Dressing Room Fun
Pairing: Hot Shot/Bumblebee
Rating: M
Warnings: crack! pairing, slash, sticky
Summary: (AU) Bumblebee helps Hot Shot break in his dressing room. ;)
"Ah! Hot Shot!" Bumblebee cried as the pyrotechnician hoisted him onto a table, thrashing as the multicolored mech lapped at his exposed groin.
"Hush, Bee," Hot Shot growled, nipping the yellow mech's hip. "This dressing room is close to the stage. Do you want to give everyone a verbal show? I bet so many out there would get off your sexy voice."
Bumblebee tightly gripped the edges of the table, gritting his dentals. "Please, don't tease me."
The yellow mech let out a scream as Hot Shot's mouth enveloped him. Bumblebee quickly clasped his servo over his mouth to stifle further cries. Hot Shot stilled Bumblebee's hips, grinning widely around the yellow mech's arousal. Bumblebee's servos sought out Hot Shot's servos, and their fingers twined together. The yellow mech's fingers clenched around Hot Shot's as the pyrotechnician bobbed up and down.
"Hot Shot!" Bumblebee cried, squeezing his optics shut from the pleasure cascading through his form. "I need...I need..."
Hot Shot understood. He grabbed Bumblebee's legs, placing them over his broad shoulders, causing the yellow mech's aft to raise into the air. The pyrotechnician resumed suckling Bumblebee, and he lowered his fingers to circle the yellow mech's aft before gently easing inside. Bumblebee arched his back, letting out a shattered cry as sensitive wiring within his body were brushed over. Pleasant tingles shot up his backside. His body was growing hot and condensation was trickling down everywhere. It felt as if he would melt in Hot Shot's arms.
"Ugh...Hot Shot! I'm going to overload!" Bumblebee moaned, grasping at Hot Shot's helm.
Hot Shot increased the pace of his furious bobbing, swirling his glossa while he pumped his finger faster and rougher. Sobbing out Hot Shot's name, Bumblebee overloaded.
"Hmm…delicious," Hot Shot murmured, lowering Bumblebee's legs and then kissing his way back up to the yellow mech's lips.
Bumblebee smirked evilly and suddenly tackled Hot Shot to the floor, knocking the table over in the process. Hot Shot grunted as Bumblebee delivered rough nips and licks to his chassis, trailing down to his plated groin.
"Open up," Bumblebee pleaded. "I want to taste you too."
Shuddering hard, Hot Shot retracted the plating and slammed his servo over his lips, muffling a loud scream as Bumblebee nibbled him. The pyrotechnician tensed up when one of the yellow mech's digits breached his aft, thrusting hard and fast.
"Ah…ah…Bee," Hot Shot whimpered, arching up and overloading hard.
Bumblebee swallowed down the flood of sweet warmth, snuggling into Hot Shot's waiting arms. "I want more."
"Greedy little bot," Hot Shot snickered, rolling Bumblebee onto his back. "I'll give you more."
Bumblebee gasped as he felt the pyrotechnician's renewed arousal rub over his aft.
"Tell me what you want, Bumblebee," Hot Shot growled.
The teasing friction drove the yellow mech wild. "Oh, please, Hot Shot."
"Please what?" Hot Shot hissed, thrusting hard, but still not penetrating.
"Take me, damn it!" Bumblebee snarled. "Please, take me!"
At that Hot Shot slowly slid into Bumblebee.
"Am I hurting you?" Hot Shot asked.
"No, just don't stop," Bumblebee stuttered, servos digging into Hot Shot's thrusting hips. "Please...I need..."
Hot Shot seemed to understand Bumblebee's plea. He wrapped his servo around the yellow mech's renewed arousal. Bumblebee cried out, bucking, gasping, and encouraging his lover to increase the pace. The pyrotechnician pumped frantically, clenching his dentals as he overloaded. Bumblebee soon followed, burying his face into Hot Shot's neck to drown out his cries.
"Are you alright?" Hot Shot asked, planting gentle kisses along Bumblebee's lips.
"I'm wonderful," Bumblebee answered, eagerly kissing back.
End