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Chapter Fifteen: The Original

Brother Blood stood at the edge of the building, looking at the moon high above him. He then looked to his watch, now realizing just how late it was becoming. "If he arrives, you know where to go," he told her as he stepped up onto the ledge.

"There's no if about it, he'll be here," she tried not only reassuring Brother Blood, but herself. "I know he will."

Brother Blood said nothing at first, he only offered a soft smile in her direction before saying, "See you in a little while, my Honeybee." His fingers gently stroked her face before he turned around stepped clear off the building.

Bumblebee, not surprised by the action simply placed her hands on the ledge and looked over the top of the twenty story building. Several feet below her was a small, black wrap hole. She chuckled as she recognized it. "Wykkyd," she said to herself before her ears suddenly perked up at the strange sound she heard behind her. She straightened up as the sound grew nearer. "You're late," she spoke as she turned around, a frown marking her features, making her look older than she was in the moonlight.

"Sé. Perdón," Mas spoke, sounding very tired.

Bumblebee sighed heavily as she saw the distraught look on his face. She then slowly approached him before placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay," she said with a soft smile. "You made the right choice." Mas only nodded as Bumblebee took his hand and led him to the edge of the building. She then gave his hand a little squeeze before both of them stepped off of the ledge.

A moment later, both of their bodies were engulfed in a sea of thick darkness, that stuck to each of them. The space around them was constricting, making it so hard to breathe that it felt like their lungs were on fire, and just when they thought they could endure no more, a tiny spark of light beckon them, and so they reached out towards it. When they did they were sucked through and both landed safely on the other side.

Bumblebee put her hand on her chest, it had been a while since she had to do that, she had forgotten how awful the first few trips were before your body became accustom to it. She then looked to Mas, whose hand she was still holding. She was about to ask if he was alright as he had just fallen to his knees, but before she could, another voice reach their ears. “Welcome back,” Bumblebee looked up to see Denim, who was smiling, “Bee – Sonic.” Mas, who was now slowly rising back to his feet, nodded as he heard the name dubbed to him by Alizaran. “I knew the side of good could only hold you two for so long.”

Bumblebee returned his smile as she took in their location. Nothing existed but them as all around them she could see nothing but white. Bumblebee realized that they were between dimensions. “I've missed you too, Denim – Wykkyd.”

“Aw, it's good to see my Generals together. You do my eyes well.” Each member of Alizaran turned as Brother Blood came closer. He stepped beside Bumblebee and placed his arm possessively around her waist, his eyes lingering on Denim, just a moment too long. “Now, I can't stay for long, but I trust that you two will fill Bee and Sonic in on the changes we had to make in their absence.”

“Of course, Headmaster,” Denim confirmed. “As you wish.”

“Good.” Brother Blood then turned to the silent member of their team. “Wykkyd, if you please.” Wykkyd held his hand up towards Brother Blood, where a portal then produced itself. “I shall be back tomorrow,” he announced to them before stepping through the portal and disappearing from their sight.

As soon as he was gone, the green eyed girl turned to the alien with the red eyes. “So Denim, what have we missed?”

Denim, whose smile faded finally fell looked at Bumblebee and Sonic with scrutinizing eyes. “Not sure if it's worth explaining. I mean, how do we know, you won't leave us again?”

Bumblebee stood there a moment as she took in Denim's tone. “It was a mistake,” she began, her voice soft and apologetic. “Which I am now trying to correct – both of us are,” she indicated Sonic, who was now taking off his headgear, revealing his brown locks.

“You sent our Headmaster to jail, destroyed our school, and sided with that freak from the ocean,” his voice held a touch of anger as he spit out his logic. “Now, don't get me wrong, we've missed you both, and I think I speak for Wykkyd as well when I say this, but we don't know if you can be trusted anymore, despite whatever Headmaster may say. Once a traitor, always a traitor.”

Bumblebee lowered her head, not sure what to say to his words. She knew by leaving Alizaran and taking Sonic with her, that she had caused a lot a damage and now that she was actually back, she wasn't sure if that damage could be repaired. “I understand that I betrayed a lot of people-”

“Not people, Bee!” Denim interrupted her. “Us! You betrayed us!” he yelled.

“What do you want me to say, Denim!” she yelled back.

“Geez, I don't know. How about sorry? Why don't you try that one on for size?” He took a step towards her. “I mean, you've only been back three minutes and you're already giving commands. And you expect us to fall in line, like good little soldiers? Well, it doesn't work like that anymore.”

“Then tell me then, how does it work?” she demanded to know.

“When you left, I became leader of Alizaran. You follow my lead now.” Denim stared her down as if making her know her place. “If you want this position back, you have to do more than fuck the Headmaster. You have to earn it.”

Bumblebee's eyes went wide for a moment, she had never known Denim to hit so low when it came to his side of an argument. “Fine,” she whispered, causing Denim to look at her strangely as he finally backed up.

“The Titans have made you weak,” he pointed out as he had been expecting a full-blown fight at that point. He had secretly wanted to test her skills.
The woman before him face grew red. “I know,” she admitted.

“Glad you're woman enough to say that,” he spoke calmly before he turned to Wykkyd. “Let's go home.”

“¿El hogar?” Sonic spoke, wondering what he meant, since home had been at the school, which of course was now long gone.

Denim only smiled at the question as he looked to Wykkyd, who took that as his cue. Bumblebee looked looked down as the shadow below them grew bigger and with a yelp, they were all once again, submerged into a world of darkness. On the other side of the portal was an ocean as far as the eye could see. “Come on!” yelled Denim and so Bumblebee and Sonic turned towards the sound and saw Denim and Wykkyd walking towards a house so big, that it caused Bumblebee's mouth to drop at the sight of it.

Sonic excited about their new home laughed as he began running towards it, but found it difficult to run on the sand of the beach and trip twice on the way to the house.

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“It's getting late,” Denim announced as he saw a slumbering Sonic curled up in the corner of one of the sofa's within their living room. “We should all probably hit the sack,” he announced as Wykkyd, who was lazily flipping through channels yawned. “We're going to have a long couple of sleepless weeks coming up.” He slowly stood up and stretched his body. The tour around the house he had led Sonic and Bumblebee on left him unexpectantly tired.

Wykkyd followed Denim's lead as he got up and stretched his body. He then walked over to Sonic's side of the sofa and picked him up so that he could carry the youngest member of their group to his new room. Denim's eye's watched them as they disappeared through the door. He then turned his attention to the only other person in the room besides himself. “Do you remember where your room is?” he asked her.

“No, but I'll manage,” she told him as she turned off the television that Wykkyd left on.
Denim sighed. “I'll show you real quick,” he suggested.

“I don't need your help,” she told him as she crossed her arms and leaned back in the lazy-boy she was sitting in.

“Don't be suborn.” Denim's brow creased. “This place is huge and one can easily become lost. Trust me.” His last statement placed a smile on his companion's face. “What?” He didn't understand the reasoning behind it.

“You sound like you're speaking from experience. So how many times did you get lost?” she asked him.

“Once,” he responded, but only received a questioning look from his teammate. “Alright, alright about five times,” he confessed.

Bumblebee shook her head as she finally rose out of the chair. “You never had a sense of direction,” she teased.

“No, but eventually I always find my way,” he told her as they left the living room and walked down the hall. Neither said anything as they made their journey in silence until they reached Bumblebee's room. “Goodnight,” he said softly after walking her inside and turning on the light.
“Denim,” Bumblebee called softly as he turned to leave.

“We'll discuss the plan tomorrow,” he told her, thinking he already knew what she was going to say.

“No, that's not it,” she began. “I just wanted to say,” she took a breath, “I'm sorry.”

Denim lowered his head at her words. “I know.” He closed his eyes. “It's just I'm not sure if I have the strength to forgive you yet.” He then slowly walked away, closing the door behind him.

Knowing there was nothing else she could say tonight, Bumblebee turned around and examined her room. The first thing that pulled her attention was her closest door. She walked over to it, a smile creeping onto her features as she saw photographs from when she was back at the academy. There was on of her and Wykkyd in their Chemistry Level Four class. She smiled as she remember that's when they learned how to make undetectable poisons.

She giggled when she noticed a picture of her and Mas y Menos as she helped them with their first homework assignment, which involved how to deactivate alarm systems. Everything had gone fine until the practical excise came up. They had to break into a junk yard and take something proving they were there. Menos thought it would be a brilliant idea to take a camera along, and they all agreed, until the flash of the camera woke the guard dogs up. Bumblebee felt a chill run down her spine with the memory. That had been a long night.

The smile she had on her face then slowly faded away as she saw yet another picture. This time it was one of her and Denim, back in the first few weeks she had arrived at the academy. He was looking at her fondly as he helped her with her books to one of their classes. Bumblebee's eyes then slid down to the picture beneath it. It was the picture they had taken at the Winter Formal. It was the night of their first kiss.

Bumblebee pursed her lips together at the memory, before shaking her head and then standing up straight to open her close door which slid behind the other, covering all of the pictures from her view. She gasped in surprise as she turned on the light in her walk in closest and noticed how it was filled to the brim with clothing. She excitedly looked through each blouse, each skirt, each pair of pants, jeans, shoes, and everything else there was to look at.

There was even a small build in dresser in the back, where her delicates were kept along with several sets of pajamas. She frowned as she looked at them. They weren't really her, but she figured she could always steal a few things later. When she got to the last drawer her excitement came back to her, along with a bit of weariness at how well Brother Blood knew her, as she pulled out a red bikini set. “Ooh, shiny,” Bumblebee couldn't help but say out loud as she held it to her body and looked at herself in the mirror nearby.

She then placed the two piece on top of the dresser before beginning to take off her uniform as she wanted to see how it looked on her. With her clothing now pooled around her feet she tired on her new bathing suit and was quite pleased with what she saw. She then found herself wondering what Speedy would think of it. But as quickly as the thought came she just as fast pushed it away. She didn't want to think about the Titans, especially that one.

Bumblebee then thought, since she was already dressed for the occasion, that she would go and relax in the jacuzzi she saw on the back patio when she and Sonic were being toured around the place. She grabbed a towel off the shelf above her bedsheets before heading towards the door where she turned off the light.

It only took her a few minutes to remember where exactly the jacuzzi was located. As she approached the patio door she was surprised to see the light was already on. Then as she slid the door open she saw why. “Thought you were heading to bed?” she asked the half naked boy sitting in the water.

Denim shrugged. “It's a nice night,” was his reply as his head was pointed towards the stars. His eyes did not leave the skies as Bumblebee slipped in on the other side. “I see you like the set I chose for you,” he said as he finally looked at her.

“Yeah, I do,” she told him honestly.

“I'm glad,” was all he said before he turned his attention went back to the skies. Bumblebee following his example began to stare at them as well and for the longest time that is all they did. Bumblebee had gotten so used to the silence that it practically startled her when Denim spoke again. “The stars,” he began. “I love looking at them,” he told her.

“Is it because you used to travel through them?” she asked the alien.

“No.” He once again looked at her, his expression soft. “It's because they remind me of the light I used to see in your eyes.”

Bumblebee suddenly felt uncomfortable as she sat under his gaze. “Maybe I should go. You wanted to be alone anyway.” She stood up and reached for her towel, but within a blink of an eye, Denim was by her side holding her wrist, preventing her from doing so.

“Wrong again, Bee. I never wanted to be alone,” he told her. “But you chose our fates.”

“I chose nothing,” she argued.

“You chose everything,” he countered.

“Let me go, Denim,” she asked of him and he released her. She then rose out of the jacuzzi and wrapped her towel around herself before bidding him a good night.

“Bee!” he called out and she froze as she was about to close the patio door behind her. “I'm just a mad boy,” he told her softly and she understood.

Bumblebee bit her bottom lip as she thought over his small phrase. He had once told her, that loving her was a mark of insanity and that he hoped he never found a cure, but that had been before she sided with the Titans. She then turned around and Denim looked surprised that she had. “It's alright if you don't feel the same. I know the way we ended,” he paused. “It was hard, on both of us, we both said things we shouldn't of, but you're back now and I want what we had back. I want you back,” he told her.

“How can you still love me?” was all Bumblebee could ask. “After everything?”

He shrugged. “That's a question I don't know how to answer,” he told her truthfully. “I mean, the only thing that ever tied me to this planet was you. And I won't leave it until I'm absolutely sure that we're over. And I don't think we are.”

Bumblebee crossed her arms over her chest. “I haven't thought about you,” she spoke. “Not once since I left.”

“That doesn't bother me,” he told her, but the sadness in voice had given him away. “I mean, when it came to other people, I always knew I was last on your list. It was Headmaster, Aqualad,” he said the name with disdain, “the twins, but mostly Sonic, and then me. In that order.” Bumblebee said nothing to contradict the statement. “I'm not asking you to feel the same way I feel about you,” he made clear. “I just simply ask that you indulge me a little.” He held out his hand to her. “You know I'll be whoever you need me to be.”

Then, before the former Titan's eyes, Denim's features began to change, until he was the spitting image of Brother Blood, before his Cyborg obsession. Bumblebee visibly became tense at the sight of what her Headmaster used to be. “No?” Denim ask, in Brother Blood's voice, before his features once again began to morph. “How about now?” he asked, his voice calm and nonchalant.

Bumblebee walked back over to the jacuzzi where she knelt beside it. Her hand then slowly reached out as she she stared into the familiar black eyes of Aqualad. “How about you?” she asked of him. “Just you?” And as she finished her question she cupped his cheek, which went back to its original bluish hue.

Denim smiled as he leaned into her touch, a sigh of contentment escaping his lips. “I've almost forgotten how soft your touch is.” He then moved back and Bumblebee took that as him inviting her back into the bubbling water.

She walked over to him on her knees, the water coming up just over her chest as she traveled to the other side. Denim sat, waiting patiently as he propped both arms up on the end of the jacuzzi. A moment later, Bumblebee's nose was but a touch away from the boy in front of her. He smiled as her plump, soft lips finally came into contact with his own. He was a bit shocked at the tenderness of it as she almost seem to plead for him to open his mouth and allow her into the warmth that awaited her.

Denim then reached out; one hand found her face while the other guided her to sit on his lap. Bumblebee straddled him as they continued to kiss. “You've changed,” Denim whispered when she slightly pulled away. “Where is your mind?” he asked when he realized it wasn't with him. Her kisses before had always been fierce, rough, and dominating, but what he had just experience was anything but that. It was gentle, but passionate, a kiss one would give to someone who was dear to them. “So who is he?” Denim, knowing that he wasn't that person, acquired of her.

“His name was Roy,” she admitted reluctantly, not looking into his red eyes as she ran her fingers over his chest.

Hearing the past tense used with his name and how melancholy she suddenly appeared, Denim figured he had died somehow. “And did you love him?” he probed.

It was then that Bumblebee frowned and once again looked directly at him. “Are you going to ask me questions all night or do you want to fuck?” she demanded as the wind began to pick up, whipping her hair about.

Denim said nothing more as he took her by surprise, forcing his tongue down her throat. She yelped at the gesture as both of them were submerged underneath the water. Bumblebee held on to Denim tightly as she took on a demeanor that he was more used to as she fought for dominance. Their bodies becoming entangled as one worked to remove the top of the other and the other work fervently to remove a pair of swim trunks.

A minute later, with lungs burning and despite for air, Bumblebee was the first to lift her head above the water, but Denim soon followed. He smirked as he readjusted his trunks before tossing a red bikini top over to the side, where it landed in a nearby flower bush.

Bumblebee slightly shivered as the cold ocean air swept by. Denim then quickly took a hold of her waist and hoisted her up where Bumblebee then wrapped her long legs around his lean body. He didn't take her far, as he placed her on one of the seats within the jacuzzi. They rested in that position, each breathing heavily. Bumblebee was the first to move, her hand moving down his body and gently caressing the growing budge within his trucks.

It was now Denim's turn to shiver as her touch required his full attention. He kept his eyes on her face as both of her hands found the top of his trunks and slowly began to pull them down. She bit her bottom lip as she inhaled deeply as she took in the sight of his thick blue cock. A mischievous smile began to invade Denim's features as Bumblebee continued to pull down the only piece of clothing he wore.

Denim watched as a smile also crept onto Bumblebee's face as she saw his second cock, standing just as strong and firm as the first. Bumblebee then took one in each hand, Denim felt his stomach tighten as he watched her began to fondle him, stroking one and then the other and then both at that same time.

He closed his eyes as she littered his face with wet, warm kisses, that chilled his skin in the night air. Then as one hand kept him steady in his position, the other mapped its way between Bumblebee's thighs, which gladly spread for him. Their lower bodies were surrounded by water, but as his fingers ran over the fabric of her bikini bottom he could tell that she was wet with anticipation.

He moved the thin piece of material out of his way and hesitated not one moment as several of his fingers dove deeply into the concaves of sex, causing Bumblebee to release her hold on him as she straightened up and gasp loudly. She then gave him a disapproving look. Denim only shook his head. “Don't act like you don't like it,” he whispered huskily as he slightly pulled out his fingers and pushed them back in before repeating the action.

Bumblebee then grabbed onto his shoulders. Her pussy felt as if it were on fire and the only thing that could quench it was him. Denim, knowing that she was ready for him, took his bottom cock within his hand and pressed his purplish head against her moist opening. She wiggled against him, expressing her urgency and so with one swift push he was inside of her, his top cock resting against Bumblebee's flat stomach.

Bumblebee reached down, once again wrapping her fingers around his smooth, fat cock and as Denim delivered short and quick thrusts, causing her breast to bounce, she rubbed his rod of meat vigorously. Denim then leaned into her, huffing and grunting into her ears as he picked up his pace. The water around them sloshed violently as it splashed on the floor of the patio.

Her own pleasure taking over her, Bumblebee released Denim's dick and coiled her arms around his neck to pull him closer, but he pulled away from her before she could. She looked at him in disbelief, wondering if he was going to leave her unsatisfied as some kind of sick punishment, but his next words erased the thought from her mind. “I want your ass too.” His lidded, red eyes grew darker, leaving no room for negotiation.

The dark skinned beauty before him, gave no word of protest as she turned over for him, presenting her backside as she rose out of the jacuzzi, water falling from every curve of her body as she positioned herself.

Denim reached out grabbing her right cheek and giving it a nice, firm squeeze. He then raised his hand high into the air before swiftly bringing it back down and belting Bumblebee across her ass with a resounding smack. He chuckled as he saw her suck in air though gritted teeth as she balled her hands up into fists. He then drew his hand up again and spanked her several times until he could see a clear hand print of his assault.

He dipped his hand into the water, scoping some of it as he gingerly began to caress her now reddening bottom. He then bent over and gave it a loving kiss before straightening back up and placing himself behind Bumblebee, whose pussy was now wet on its own accord.

The blue skinned boy's digits then with back to their previous job as he finger fucked her deeply before smearing her juices in and around her other entrance as he carefully slide a finger into her. Bumblebee nearly lost it as her ass clenched. “Stop playing with me, Denim,” she finally spoke.

“As you wish,” was his response before he lined each of his dicks with their respected destinations. Denim then took a deep breath before giving into her and filling both of her holes. Bumblebee sighed in pleasure as she lowered her head and gently pushed herself into Denim.

“God, you feel so good,” she mumbled, not even sure if Denim had heard her. Her wings, still damp, fluttered as Denim began to pound her harder, grunting each time she took him up to the hilt. “That's it, baby, right there.” She lifted her head, her mouth hanging open as she vocalized her delight.

Denim lowered his head, watching as his hard members gave Bumblebee the hammering of her life as he drove himself in and out of her. “Fucking beautiful,” he whispered as he reached around and tried to find her clit. “Open your legs for me,” he told her and so she pushed herself up off the patio floor and hiked her leg up out of the jacuzzi and on to the patio. “Much better,” he told her as he found her swollen bud, hard and erect, and of course wet from the fun they were having.

Moments later Bumblebee reached around, grabbing a handful of Denim's rear as his other hand found its way in between her thighs. “I- I'm so – I'm so close. Please-” she gasped sharply. “Don't stop,” she said, clearly almost unable to speak, but by the end of her sentence Denim had pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and entered her again, doing so, so quickly, that Bumblebee barely registered that she was in another position.

“Only if you tell me, you'll never leave me,” he wanted her to say as he stared onto her bliss ridden face, her chocolate skin basking in the moon's light. Yet, she gave him no answer as she only held him closer and he continued humping her like a dog in heat. “Tell me, my lovin' is what brought you home.” He slowed down, taking his time as he entered her deeply.

“Yes,” she breathed, finally opening her eyes and gazing into his as she arched her back and curved her warm, sweaty body into him. “This is was brought me home,” she told him what he wanted to hear, her voice so full of lust that Denim could no longer control the effects it had on his loins. He closed his eyes tightly and gave off a small cry, as if in pain, as his hot, thick seed flooded her walls. His climax, triggered Bumblebee's own and her body shook as if she were cold and a blanket of ecstasy invaded her senses.

Still breathing heavily, Denim pulled out, his semen so thick that if flowed out of his lover like molasses. Bumblebee giggled happily as she placed a hand between her legs to feel what Denim had filled her with as he rested beside her. “I'd forgotten how good you felt,” she admitted.

“That had always been your problem,” he began, causing Bumblebee to frown as she turned her head towards him. “You never seem to remember the happy moments.”

Bumblebee's frown faded, as she realized he was right. She then licked her lips, as if nervous, before laying her head on Denim's chest, where she could hear the rhythmic beat of both his hearts as she put her arms around him. Denim was a little surprised by the gesture, as she had never been one to show much affection, but that did not stop him from putting his arms around her and holding her close. “I won't forget this moment,” she promised him.

Denim gave a lope-sided smiled. “I'm grateful to that Roy guy you spoke of earlier.” The comment sounded strange to Bumblebee's ears. “He did what I couldn't do for you. . . he taught you how to love.”

For some reason, Denim's words made Bumblebee feel sick to her stomach.

To Be Continued. . .

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