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Bumblebee hated nights in Cybertron.  Sure, there were many beautiful stars out, but no moon. He missed the moon a lot. He could remember the camping trips with Prowl and Sari where they stayed up all night looking at the moon because they didn’t want to sleep. He remembered looking up at the moon when he was on patrol with Optimus and wishing he were home. But there was no home now.

Megatron was having a meeting with his elite tonight, leaving his bond mate to his own devices. Sunwing, their little femme, was already in recharge. Starcrusher, their mech, was with his adopted father at the meeting. Megatron had a peculiar distaste for femmes, Bee had noticed. Sunny became his little pet as a result. It wasn’t that he didn’t love Star, it was just that Megatron had taken an interest in that little one first. Bee stared out off the balcony; thinking of how different Decepticon controlled Cybertron was than he’d pictured. The Autobots were not as oppressed as he thought they’d be, but maybe that was because of him. He had managed to secure the lives of his friends, but most of them didn’t recognise him now.

He had started to rebel against his mate when they got to Cybertron. For one thing, he was sick of having a femme-ish look that made him seem way too young. He had gone out to an upgrade shop one night when Megatron was reviewing the prison and had changed his look completely. Megatron nearly had a fit when he saw him. He had gotten a stinger attached to his aft (in remembrance of being violated by Starscream) and had gotten his armour replated. He also got stinger upgrades, modified his horns and his alt. Mode. Megatron was pissed, to say the least. Bee could remember the fight quite well.

“What did you do to yourself?!” hollowed the Decepticon leader. For once, Bee stood his ground, standing on his tiptoes to meet his mate’s eyes. They glared at each other.

“I got some modifications.” Bee answered smugly. Megatron slapped him clear across the room, much to the horror of Starcrusher. The sparkling screamed as he watched his father pick his mother-bot off the floor.

“Go to your chamber, Starcrusher.” Megatron looked their son in the eye. “Mommy and I need to have an adult talk.” Without a word Starcrusher fled.

Megatron felt a pain in his leg as he dropped his mate to the floor. Bee had kicked him. “What was that for!?”

“For hitting me in front of our son!” snapped Bumblebee. He got up from where Megatron had dropped him. “And there shouldn’t be a problem with this! If you really loved me, you wouldn’t care that I changed how I looked!”  Bee shouted, eyes flashing and hands buzzing with the electricity from his stingers. Megatron backed away in shock. Bumblebee continued to glare at him as he thought about what to say or do next.

“Well…” He started, then paused. “You usually tell me where you’re going in the evenings, for one thing. Second, some warnings would have been helpful. Third, I still love you, Bee.” Bumblebee blushed. “But what I don’t understand is why you got them. I thought you liked how you looked.”

“I looked like a sparkling that couldn’t defend itself.” Bumblebee replied, looking at the ground. “I wanted to look more like a warrior.” Megatron sighed. He understood too well. Bee had been constantly attacked by the other decepticons, not because of personal reasons but because an autobot walking around in the base usually meant an infiltration. Now that the others were getting used to the fact that their leader’s mate was an autobot, they didn’t attack him as much. Megatron supposed that he still got teased, though.

“Is there anything else you want done?” asked Megatron softly.

“Yeah.” Said Bee. “I want wings.”

Bee had gotten the wings the very next day and spent a week learning how to fly with them. Megatron had gotten used to the modifications. Bee had to admire how accepting his mate was, for being a tyrant and all. But he still couldn’t help but be unhappy.

The mornings in Cybertron were decent. He never paid much attention to them before, but now he did. It still shocked him to wake up next to Megatron after all. And he had the sparklings to take care of. Sunwing was always up first, and her older brother always slept in until afternoon.  This morning was no different. He woke up, stretched his legs, and went to the lower level of their home. Megatron wasn’t in the berth, so he assumed that the grey mech was downstairs. He wasn’t. Bumblebee looked around at everything. His mate hadn’t even left him a note. Bee sighed as he went to the television and turned it on. He had bothered Megs into getting him a TV set, and it was worth it. Bumblebee watched his taped cartoons until he heard little steps coming down the stairs.

“Mum?” he heard a small voice call. He grinned and walked over to his little femme. She had golden plating, which was much the same colour as the earth’s sun. Hence, her name. The little bot was rubbing her optics. Bee loved his daughter’s optics. Most autobots had blue eyes and most decepticons had red eyes, but hers were green. “Mum, where’s Dad and Star?” she asked.

“I don’t know.” He picked up the sparkling and carried her to the cartoons. “They were at a meeting very late last night. I didn’t hear them come home.”

“Oh.” Sun said and slid into her mum’s lap. She yawned. Bumblebee looked at her back as it arched. She had two little wings that were barely coming in. He smiled.

“Soon you’ll be able to fly, my love.” He nuzzled the little femme close to his spark. She giggled.

“You say that everyday, mum.”

“That’s because it’s true!” Bee gave her a jab to the elbow. “Now, what are we going to do today?”

“Can we watch the picture shows again mum? Please?” Sun looked up at him with those little green eyes. Bee couldn’t say no to them.

“Fine.” He said. Sunwing squealed and ran over to a cabinet to pick out a movie. Bee laid back and rested his head against the back of the chair. Sun was a special bot, he mused. Both of his sparklings were. After Bumblebee had been injured in the battle for Cybertron, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to breed anymore. Megatron knew how sad Bee was. They were going to adopt, he decided. After things settled down.

Bee had finally been reunited with his friends. He had been so happy to see them, and they had been so proud that the autobot logo was still on his chest. The next day Megatron had sanded it off it his sleep.

Since Megatron was always out doing ruler stuff, Bee spent time with his old friends. They were busy too, though. Ratchet was training some of the medics-to-be at the academy and Bulkhead had gotten to keep his job as a space bridge technician. Optimus had been captured as a war criminal. There were many rumours that circled around him, especially since Megatron spent so much time on the exact level of the prison where the bot was held. Thinking back, maybe that’s what led Bee into the arms of another. The rumours hurt and whenever he asked Megatron about them, he’d either laugh or get angry. The only one who seemed to understand was Prowl.

Prowl had devoted most of his time to studying circuit- Su. The institute for it on Cybertron was a beautiful place, including private chambers. Bee spent a lot of his time in Prowl’s.

One night, Bee had been sick of always being home by himself. He had gone to see Prowl. He was buzzed on Megatron’s high grade. Prowl had let him in because it was raining, he remembered. Otherwise he would have been left outside.

“Bee? What’s wrong with you?” asked Prowl, helping his friend into the room.

“Nothing.” Bee tripped over his own feet and fell into Prowl’s bed.

“You’ve been having high grade.” Prowl muttered. “Don’t you know that stuff will fry your circuits?”

“I didn’t have that much!” snapped Bee. “Just a glass…or a bottle…or something…”

“Primus, Bee! Why were you getting fragged?” Prowl put his hands on his hips and glared at the little yellow mech, who happened to look really cute right then…

“Megs hasn’t been home for three days.” Bee muttered. “He’s always at the jail, in Ops cell.” Bumblebee let his head hit Prowl’s pillow.  “I’m so lonely Prowl.” He looked at the other mech with hungry eyes. Prowl looked away nervously.

“Bee, you shouldn’t be here.” Said Prowl. Bee groaned.

“Why not? I’m my own mech, I can do what I want.” Bee slurred. “He doesn’t care, I’m just his toy.” Bumblebee sat up and looked at Prowl. “You care about me, don’t you Prowl?”

“Yeah.” Prowl whispered. “More than I should.” Bee tackled him to the berth, tugging at his seams and kissing him madly. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Prowl panted.

“Shut up.” Mumbled Bee against his wing. “Just, shut up.”

“I love you Bee.” Said Prowl.

“Love you too.” Bee said back.

He ended up sleeping over at Prowls and leaving very early in the morning. He spent the rest of that day in his own berth at home. Megatron came home the next day. Bumblebee couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, but he was also still so angry with his mate. He didn’t hear from any Autobot for a month, but when he did it was from Jazz.

Jazz had, apparently, heard Bee and Prowl. He was also training at the circuit- Su institute. He swore not to tell Megatron, but he saw that Prowl hadn’t been himself lately. His exact words were “I know you ain’t a breeder Bee, but Prowl is.”  It was then that Bee convinced Megatron to adopt their first sparkling.

Starcrusher was a small, turquoise sparkling. His eyes were a dark shade of orange. Bee knew he could see small parts of both himself and Prowl in him, but Megatron only noticed the parts that were Bee. It was Megatron who had first said that he was the one they wanted. He had named the young mech too. Star had been Megatron’s pet since that moment on. Not that Bee had a problem. He knew he loved his son, but he could barely look at the mech.

Instead of bringing them closer together, Star’s adoption began to push them apart even more. Star was either with one or the other, neither with both. Bee loved his son, but it soon became clear that he’d rather be with his father. Bee, lonely as the pit, had taken to seeing Prowl and Jazz at their home. Prowl and Bee were lovers; very discreetly, though. Somehow, Starscream had found out.

Bumblebee received a call from Prowl early one morning, requesting his presence immediately. Bumblebee wasted no time in going to the circuit-Su academy. When he arrived, Prowl was waiting at the front door.

“Hi Prowl,” Bee started, but Prowl interrupted him.

“Starscream found out.” He said simply. Bumblebee nearly fainted. “Don’t worry, Bee. I’ve made sure that no one else will.”

“How?” asked Bee.

“By doing Starscream favours.” Prowl said. Bumblebee felt sick.  “Don’t look at me like that, Bee.” Prowl put his hand on Bee’s shoulder. “I’m doing what I have to.” The ninja looked away sadly. Bee grabbed the hand that clutched his shoulder.

“Isn’t there something I can do?” He asked, making huge puppy eyes. Prowl shook his head.

“Wouldn’t that be suspicious to your mate?” Prowl almost spat out the last word. Bumblebee sighed, running his hand over his head.

“But Prowl, you’re a breeder!” Bumblebee exclaimed. “Do you know how dangerous that is for you? What are you going to do with a sparkling?”

“I don’t know!” Prowl shouted, drawing the attention of the near by cyber ninjas. He grabbed Bumblebee’s hand and started to lead him to his quarters. “I was just thinking about protecting you, Bee!”

Bee glared up at him, sudden hatred filling his eyes. “I can protect myself.” He spat.

“Bee, I didn’t mean it like that…” Prowl tried to explain. Bee backed away from him, almost growling.  He turned his back on Prowl and walked out of the building. Prowl decided not to chase him. Bee would come back once he cooled down. He always did.

This time, he didn’t. Bumblebee stormed home to Megatron, practically foaming at the mouth. He went right up to his mate, stomping his little yellow feet on the floor. Megatron, who was patiently watching over a napping Starcrusher, gave his mate the sign to be quiet.

“My angel, we can discuss this in our chamber.” He led Bumblebee, still fuming, into their private room. Once the door was shut, Megatron opened his mouth to speak, but Bumblebee practically exploded.

“Starscream has been sighted at the circuit su institute!” He shouted waving his arms frantically.  Megatron’s eyes widened, then became slits.

“That traitor has been on the run for years!” spat the large grey mech. “Why would he show himself there, of all places?”

Bumblebee bit his lip. He hadn’t thought of that part yet. “My friend who lives there told me that he’s been stealing their energon and that he’s been assaulting some of the ninjas.”

Megatron shook his head in doubt. “Why wouldn’t the ninjas protect themselves?” Bee tried to think, but was saved by his mate. “No matter. I have wanted to get that piece of scrap off the streets for ages. Maybe this time those sissy autobots won’t raise such a fuss about executions.” He bent down and kissed his mate’s forehead. “Thank you my little Bee.”

Bee looked away. He thought he had gotten used to the guilt of lying to his mate, but he could barely look him in the eyes. When he finally stared into them, he could tell that Megatron wanted to bond tonight. Bumblebee hated himself for all his lying. But to him, it was worth the sparkling that Prowl could be carrying. He had fallen, but in his heart he was still a hero. But he couldn’t help but wonder when everything would truly fall apart.