#jetbee

none of these bots even know how to flirt

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TW: Manipulation, descriptions of injuries

Broken mirror on the wall,

who’s the greatest fool of all?

“What are you holding?” There Bumblebee stood with his two companions in the main piloting room of an abandoned ship – their new home as of now. Smiling purple and blue optics gazed at him mischievously, drinking in the sight of their lover’s dawning realization as he studied the bloodied, metal ring in Jetfire’s servos.

“It being a gift for Bug,” Jetstorm said. He patted a servo down on his twin’s shoulder.

“Does Bug be liking it?” Jetfire thrust the collar towards Bee’s face like an excited child showing their latest toy to anyone who caught their eye. Bee grimaced. Fresh, pink energon still stained parts of the smooth metallic surface, some seeping into the crannies of the clasp dangling at the bottom. The very center of the gift on the jet’s palm rested a circular depression where some decoration or device used to be. He looked back up at the twins. The glimmering anticipation in the fire jet’s optics and the quiet amusement from the other was… overwhelming, the minibot decided.

“Why a collar?” Bee might as well cut to the chase, even when a part of him already suspected the reason. His hunch grew when Jetstorm’s placid smile quirked into a small smirk.

“You preferring broken processors more?” His irritation spiked at that remark.

“Frag, no,” he said emphatically. Jetfire’s expression fell.

“So no liking this either?”

“Bug so picky…” Jetstorm sighed though his optic never left Bee’s. “No liking when we hugging him either.”

Of course that’s what it’s about… Huffing, Bee crossed his arms and turned his back to them; he shot them a glare.

“Hey, I let you freaks hug and touch me all you want! You’re just way too rough!” He jabbed a digit towards the scratch mark on his hip struts to make his point. “This still hurts, you know! And this too…” His servo then rubbed at the rough patch on his chassis where his purple insignia, no, bruise, used to be. He remembered having to convince the twins to at least let him show them how to scrape it off without hurting him too badly; they were pretty clumsy then, but at least they’re getting somewhat better seeing as the hip scratch wasn’t as deep as the first marks were. How pitiful, how they had to be taught a little gentleness from him of all bots.

“It be Bug’s fault for being too cute,” Jetstorm said. Jetfire moved to hold Bee from behind, wrapping his arms around his shoulders with his grip still around the collar.

“Bug especially very cute now,” he purred into Bee’s audials and nuzzled his cheek to the former Autobot’s. Feeling the fire jet’s breath brush past his horn, he couldn’t help but blush and return the hug with a pout.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me Bug too? It’s Bumblebee, dummies.” He buried his face into those warm arms as Jetstorm moved to face him, bending down and leaning his faceplates closer to Bee’s with a chuckle.

“So dishonest, you actually liking it much, right?” His servo cupped Bee’s head; the minibot gasped at the feeling of cold digits caressing his horn, a shiver running through his spine. Jetfire hugged him tighter and Bee could picture his growing smile as he spoke.

“Bumblebee being too long and not cute enough.”

“Then just Bee is fine!”

“We seeing.” Jetstorm’s grin grew. “Bug Bee, then.”

“Wha, you…!” He mustered his best watery optics and peered up at Jetstorm, blushing in indignation. His spark sung at the sight of that blue blush forming on the other’s face even as the Jetstorm tried to keep his desire at bay. Really, these two are so easy to please. He almost wondered why he was so afraid of them those first cycles… The servo on the side of his head pressed minutely harder.

Ah. Jetstorm recovered quickly this time, Bee noted.

“Bug be distracting us, brother,” he said, looking at his twin. “Now it time he wearing gift, yes?”

“You righting! Needing to make sure Bug Bee knowing he loving only us~” Jetfire handed the collar to Jetstorm and with a click, the wind jet undid the clasp. The fire jet loosened his arms to reveal Bee’s neck and Bee jolted up.

“Huh? I-is this necessary?” He curled back into Jetfire’s body. “N-not that I don’t trust you, but who knows what that collar m-might be, right?” Jetstorm only tapped at the collar, a solid tink rung through the air of the ship.

“Not sounding hollow, yes? So no worrying.”

“Yes, no worrying at all! We never putting dangerous thing on little Bug Bee!” A glint of light hit their shared, fanged smiles; Bee doesn’t miss how the wind jet’s smile seemed extra cruel compared to his twin’s warmer, innocent air.

This fragging bastard is enjoying this, isn’t he? Well if that’s how it’s going to be… He shuffled his pedes, dipping his head as submissively as he can and murmured:

“I-it’s just… a little embarrassing.” Just hearing the louder thrumming of Jetfire’s spark was enough for him to know he’s got them again. He tried his best to suppress the grin threatening to form on his face. “Wasn’t it enough? Me not answering any of my old team’s messages. I’m not going to leave you two,” he said with as demure of a voice as he could. “I even broke my comm unit, you know? It hurt a little too.” And by a little, he meant surprisingly a lot. He dimly recalled the reason being to be extra sure the Cons couldn’t tap into their communication network or something along those lines. He glanced again at Jetstorm. The taller bot only hummed in false thought.

“It’s not being we not trusting you. We not trusting other bots.” Not that they had ever let a single bot get close to him to begin with, much less close enough to hurt him; they truly were his knights in scuffed up armor after all. “Though… maybe… you understanding, yes? We both not wanting your spark to wandering…” He straightened up and dangled the accessory in front of Jetfire’s optics. “Should we putting chain on this in case, brother?”

“Hmm, sounding like good idea to me, brother!” Jetfire placed a kiss on Bee’s head. “Not wanting lover to wandering too far.”

Scrap, they’re really insisting more than usual. He has to accept this as a loss, but…

“Fine, I’ll wear it, but I thought of something else you might like.” He smiled victoriously at his lovers’ peaked interest.

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“There,” he said after soldering the last of the chain links. He held up the finished collar, now sporting two shards of colored glass clinking within its clear encasing where the empty depression used to be. A thin chain lined around the addition with the bottom partially melted to the raised edges of the collar’s depression to lock it all in place. Ardent joy filled the Jet Twins' sparks; he could feel it through their EMP fields mingling into his in a desperate attempt to become one with his. Their embraces and showers of affection soon followed when that wasn’t enough for them. Laughing, he pressed the collar into their servos.

“Well? Didn’t you say you wanted to put it on me?” Their grins widened as they shifted behind him and clicked the clasp in place, failing the first time because of their digits shaking from excitement. They turned him around and drank in the sight of the red and purple fragments twinkling around Bee’s neck.

“Beautiful…” Jetfire breathed out.

“Now everyone knowing Bug being ours…” Jetstorm said, a satisfied, sadistic smile on his faceplates. “So Bug not be looking at anyone else, yes? Never wandering from us…” Bee kissed them both in response.

“You too,” he said with a smile deeper than any dark ravine that scarred the planet, holding as much darkness as oblivion and swallowing as much light as a black hole. “Promise me you’ll always love me?”

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P.S. sorry for my grammar, english is not my first language

@boxkoi

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In that corner, Bumblebee jumped and dodged, laughing, while the Jettwins [as the smaller bot called them], Jetfire and Jetstorm, circled around him, creating a trail of orange and blue, like a pair of comets.

"Come on, guys! Is that the best you've got?" Bee shouted as he dodged one of Jetstorm's aerial maneuvers.

"Oh, yeah? You is only dodged us because you're a little guy!" Jetfire laughed.

"And 'cause you're on the ground, buggy! " Jetstorm added, laughing along with his twin.

"What do you mean by 'little guy'?! Oh, right, laugh at the ground-dweller to distract him! Ha! You'll have to do better than that guys!" Bumblebee said, starting to run through the hangar.

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