TFA: Celebration

Title: Celebration
Pairing: Longarm/Bumblebee/ Blurr
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU, slash, threesome
Summary: Bumblebee has managed to graduate boot camp. Longarm has come with the perfect way to celebrate.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Requested by Toradorachan.

Longarm smirked as he wrapped his arm around Bumblebee's waist, pulling the smaller mech closer as they walked down the hallway of Elite Guard headquarters. Hours earlier, they had attended boot camp graduation and were now heading to their new quarters to celebrate. Longarm was pleased that Bumblebee had chosen to stay quiet when Sentinel expelled Bulkhead from boot camp due to the paint bomb incident. He would have hated to lose such a beautiful companion, especially since said companion was easy to manipulate. He was even more pleased to learn that he would be sharing a room with Bumblebee due to berth shortages. Numerous lewd images entered his processor as he thought about how they could spend the long, cold, lonely nights together.

"Longarm?" Bumblebee muttered.

Longarm blinked and was torn from his fantasies. "Yes, Bumblebee?"

"Do you think…I made the right decision with Bulkhead?" Bumblebee asked, optics downcast. "I…feel bad about him getting kicked out. Maybe…I should have stood up for him."

"Don't feel bad for him," Longarm grumbled, giving Bumblebee a firm hug. "He wasn't cut out for the Elite Guard. I'm sure he'll be better off working on space bridges."

"…Yeah…I guess," Bumblebee mumbled.

Longarm leaned in to nip Bumblebee's neck, causing the yellow mech to squirm and chuckle. "Cheer up. We should be celebrating."

Bumblebee grinned. "Yeah…you're right…and I can think of a great way to celebrate."

Shoving Longarm into a wall, Bumblebee captured the spy's lips in a rough kiss, glossa shoving into the larger mech's mouth. Shuddering in pleasure, Longarm kissed back with equal force, servos lowering to cup and squeeze Bumblebee's firm aft as their glossas twined together. As their pelvic armor grinded together, Longarm broke the kiss, nuzzling Bumblebee's neck as he panted hard, fighting to regulate his intakes, chuckling as the smaller mech whined and squirmed in his hold.

"Not yet, sweetspark," Longarm chided. "Someone will be joining us in our room. I'm sure you've heard of Intelligence Agent Blurr."

"Him?" Bumblebee inquired. "I've seen him around, but I've never gotten a chance to speak with him."

"I met him during training," Longarm stated, "and we became close friends. He's very interested in meeting you. I think he could be our third…"

Bumblebee interrupted with a growl. "What? Not satisfied with me?"

Longarm raised his arms up and shook his helm. "It's not like that, sweetspark. I just thought it would be nice to have a third mate. I'm not always going to be around headquarters with my new duties, and I don't want you to be lonely." He cupped Bumblebee's cheek and smiled when the yellow mech relaxed. "If you're not interested, I'll understand. I didn't mean to upset you. I love you, my sweet Bee."

"I love you too," Bumblebee murmured. "I'll give Blurr a chance…but if I don't like him…he remains a friend and only a friend. Understood?"

Longarm nodded and led Bumblebee down the hallway. "Understood."

After entering their new room, Longarm poured three cubes of fine grade energon from the well stocked mini bar. Bumblebee gazed around the large, luxurious room in awe. He wasn't used to such rich surroundings, which included an entertainment center with a huge video screen, kitchen, spacious bathroom with expensive wax products and soaps and even a hot tub, and a massive berth in the berthroom adorned with fine silk pillows and blankets.

"You look surprised," Longarm laughed, handing a cube of energon to Bumblebee.

Bumblebee took the cube and glanced a the floor. "I…grew up in the slums…so this is all new to me."

Longarm embraced Bumblebee and kissed the smaller mech's cheek. "You're life will only get better from now on. I'll always protect you and make sure you have nothing but the best."

"So sweet to me," Bumblebee cooed, gulping the cube.

With a mouth full of high grade, Bumblebee kissed Longarm, easing a portion of the liquid into the larger mech's mouth. Longarm eagerly swallowed the fluid and thrust his glossa into Bumblebee's mouth, savoring the sweet tang on the yellow mech's glossa. A knock at the door made them break apart, and Longarm answered the knocking, greeting Blurr with a smile as the Intelligence Agent stepped inside.

"Hello-Longarm," Blurr stated before turning to face Bumblebee. "Hello-Bumblebee. It's-so-nice-to-finally-meet-you. Longarm-has-told-me-so-much-about-you. I-never-imagined-you-were-so-pretty."

Bumblebee blushed and stammered, "T-Thank you. You're pretty too…very pretty."

Bumblebee could see why Longarm had chosen Blurr as a potential third mate. Blurr's entire frame was sleek and elegant, and he suddenly felt self-conscious and jealous, averting his gaze from the Intelligence Agent with a frown. Longarm noticed this and snagged Bumblebee by the waist, yanking the smaller mech close and snuggling him.

"My sweet Bee is the most gorgeous bot around," Longarm cooed.

"Our-sweet-Bee," Blurr corrected, reaching out to caress Bumblebee's flushed cheek, causing the yellow mech to gasp. "If-he's-willing-of-course."

"I--I think…we should share a drink and talk a bit first," Bumblebee stuttered, suddenly overcome by shyness.

Blurr backed off with a low chuckle, and Longarm strode over to the counter, offering a cube of energon to the Intelligence Agent while sitting on a plush couch. Bumblebee joined them and took another cube as Blurr sat bedside him. Longarm's arm snaked around his lower back, servo rubbing him in a soothing manner. The three mechs chatted and drank numerous cubes of energon, and after two hours Bumblebee found his shyness ebbing away. He didn't flinch when Blurr's servo groped his thigh, and he mewled as the Intelligence Agent's fingers skimmed over his armor. Longarm's servo settled on his other thigh, dipping down to rub against his groin. He moaned and squirmed when Longarm and Blurr licked and nibbled his neck wiring, tilting his helm back as glossas and dentals danced over sensitive spots that made sparks shoot up his circuitry.

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