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Fidelity

Bumblebee wasn't sure how they got here, but here they were. Making love. At school. In the custodial closet. The space was barely big enough for one mech, how they both fit in there and managed to close and lock the door was beyond him. He had tried to resist, but Barricade had been persistent and persuasive, so there they were.

If anyone caught them, they would be expelled, and both knew that their families would be less than pleased to hear that their child got kicked out of one of the hardest schools to get into. Though classes ended a while ago, Bumblebee was still extremely concerned, which affected the way his body reacted to Barricade's touches.

"Calm down, 'Bee." Barricade whispered. "I've been checking this closet for a few weeks now. The custodians don't use this one unless they have to clean one of the science laboratories. They cleaned the labs yesterday, and there's nothing to clean today, so no one will come by." He assured, nudging his forehead against Bumblebee's temple affectionately. "Trust me." He finished, and Bumblebee calmed down a bit, and returned Barricade's touch.

"I do." Bumblebee said sincerely, smiling lightly. In reply, Barricade continued touching Bumblebee in familiar places he knew would pleasure his partner instantly. A plate right behind Bumblebee's left thigh was still sensitive where he had injured it a while back, so Barricade slid one sharp finger along the edge, making his partner shudder.

Barricade pushed Bumblebee up a little further, and slid his legs beneath his partner, so Bumblebee was sitting on his lap. Barricade leaned over him until Bumblebee's head was against the wall, and Barricade's mouth made itself comfortable on his companion's neck.

Bumblebee fell into his thoughts at this point. He thought about everything he and Barricade had done, and how dangerous it had all been. They had snuck away from their homes to be together countless times, which could have gotten them into trouble with their parents. The last thing they wanted to lose was their parents' trust, what little they had already. Bumblebee fought with this dilemma more often than Barricade because Bumblebee's parents were high in society, and they expected so much more from their oldest child than he could provide. He didn't want to follow his father's footsteps in congress. He wanted to be a soldier, with Barricade. He would never tell his parents that, however, because they were against war. They liked Barricade, though, which always made Bumblebee happy. Barricade was the only true friend Bumblebee had, and his parents approved of him. They even let him stay at the house with Bumblebee when they were away on an extended trip. He had to help care for Bumblebee's younger siblings, which was the only downfall on Barricade's part.

"Oh.." Bumblebee gasped as Barricade jabbed a digit between Bumblebee's legs, looking up apologetically to make sure his partner was all right. Bumblebee smiled at him gently, and leaned his head back again.

Barricade, Bumblebee mused, had always been the most delicate of his kind that he had known. Ever since the war had started, and younger and younger soldiers were being recruited, there were rumors that they would soon be recruiting mechs of their own age to fight. Both mechs were excited at first, until Bumblebee caught wind that Barricade was a Decepticon. Bumblebee himself was destined to become an Autobot because of his parents, but he didn't exactly oppose to this predetermined fate. Upon being questioned about the rumors, Barricade looked down and nodded acquiescently, explaining there was no way out of it. Barricade became gentler from that night on; knowing eventually he and Bumblebee would be separated, and he wanted his partner to remember him like that, and not as the standard view of the cold, brutal Decepticon he was destined to be.

Barricade shifting brought Bumblebee out of his thoughts again. He pulled Bumblebee down, so they were now lying flat on the floor, but because of the small custodial space, Bumblebee's legs were involuntarily propped up against the opposite wall.

"You okay?" Barricade asked, "You kind of coasted off there.." He noticed.

"Sorry. Just thinking." Bumblebee deduced.

"That would explain your cease in transmissions." He purred playfully, nibbling on Bumblebee's neck. Bumblebee atoned by letting out a long, pleasured breath of air from his vents, laughing a little.

Barricade was always patient with Bumblebee as well. When Barricade had asked Bumblebee permission to bond, Bumblebee had shied away from the idea and it stayed idle between them for a long time. Barricade didn't ask again, until Bumblebee himself brought the idea up. It was their first night away from home, when they were going to school together. They had been enjoying each other's company as they usually did whilst away from their parents or drifting gazes, and Bumblebee had revealed his spark to Barricade. The dark mech had stared at his spark for a long time, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he had said. Bumblebee had watched Barricade's face as he gazed at his spark, an orb of blue and white, pulsing, casting reflections off of Barricade's dark, lustrous plating. But the look in Barricade's optics as he looked back up into Bumblebee's is what really got him. Complete adoration and love. That's all he saw.

"Nn.." Bumblebee moaned, bucking his hips, desperate for more contact. He revealed his spark to Barricade again, and there was that same look. Barricade stopped his actions to stare, sighing at the sheer beauty of the most delicate thing in Bumblebee's body. They merged sparks, each brush of one spark against the other sending ripples of pleasure through each other's bodies. Memories, feelings, thoughts all being transferred through their ever-strengthening bond.

The first time they bonded had been painful, and dangerous, but the outcome had brought both mechs closer together. They knew each other better than they ever had, and hadn't said a word. The action itself could have put them both offline. Their bodies were barely developed enough for an intrinsic spark bond, but they both pulled out fine, and stayed together through everything.

In a sudden burst of light and energy, both mechs overloaded, filling the small room with light and blissful modulations.

Bumblebee's legs refractorily attempted to come together, and met Barricade's haunches in the middle, compressing them until the pleasure faded, leaving behind a lightheadedness that both mechs relished. Though uncomfortably scrunched in this tiny room, all the two mechs cared about was the fact that they were together, loved and trusted by the other.

And without fidelity, love cannot exist.

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Chapter completed 7-3-09