Sometimes knowing you were the very last of your kind was an advantage but at other points it was just a really lonely place. The fingerings just werent cutting it like they used to, he needed a mate or atleast a fragbot to help him along since the urges dont go away as easily as regular cybertronians, his heating cycles were not too distant unlike the others where they can go vorns without having one, lucky fraggers..

Y/N's optics scanned around looking at the humans and frowned. Earth never seemed to have to worry about that..kill one and well, they can make another. For cybertronians it just didn't work that way, well it could but it was very difficult. First you had to find a willing participant and given the differences y/n had with all the others they partially strayed away but still treated him with kindness, it was one of the worst feelings ever, knowing you were different, they treat you with kindness simply out of their good nature they try to keep, like Bumblebee would always try to talk to the oddball but y/n retreated.

There was only one cybertronian who threw caution to the wind and it was Smokescreen, he was too pure as y/n bit down on the tip of his digit at the thought of taking away the young elite mech's innocence, he may seem charming and like he got all the attention but he was just one of those cybertronians with that charming personality. Had it not been for the war he would of undoubtedly had all the femmes rush towards him when he became of age. It wasn't fair.

His ears went down as he stared at the young scout and elite warrior as they talked and laughed

Smokescreen looked up to meet his gaze but he simply turned around and walked out of the new base, it was an adjustment. Agent Fowler set them up at a military base with their own hangar but it was a bunch of pits, they were back to square one yet none of them seemed to mind. Except for Ratchet but he was an old grump anyways.

Y/N stood outside and sighed but grunted when his intakes twisted and growled "why now?" He walked around the base resisting the urge to frag whoever dares to come across him as his arm securely wrapped around his chassis trying to endure the pain as he tried to walk it off but it insisted as he ran back to their hangar and pushed past Magnus who sent a stern glare his way before finding his room and sliding behind the door as it clicked shut and locked, his panel had slid open as he groaned biting onto his servo and leaving it be until it went back in.

He vented heavily as he stared up and looked at his servo, his dermas left marks in his armor. He clawed at the floor before slamming his fist down and growling before getting up and walking out. The first look he got was from Magnus

"What was that about?" He glared

"Personal matters I needed to attend to if you don't mind.." He said trying not to sass the commander as best he could

Magnus simply grunted before walking away

Ratchet kept his optics on him, he knew the deal but it wasn't like he could do much except explain what's wrong when he ends up taking someone down and fragging them senseless in the open. He knew it was only a matter of time before it would happen.

Y/N walked off to find something to do to keep his processor from thinking something else dirty

He ended up helping Wheeljack, there was minimum of talking "hand me this" or "hand me that" and even one "Back up"

Y/N frowned at the wrecker, he wasn't much help, he just made y/n want to punch him. He couldn't stand the wreckers blunt and rudeness.

He didn't realize Smokescreen had been watching "hey, y/n."

He looked up at him "Hey, smoke."

"Are you busy right now?" He asked glancing at the ship

Wheeljack looked back at y/n with an unpleasant grunt as he looked back and glared before softening as he looked at Smokescreen "not at all, whatcha need?" He said walking away with him

"I wanted to talk to you about, well.. you. You've been acting weird lately, what's up?"

Y/n frowned "honestly you shouldn't concern yourself, smokescreen it's personal matters.."

"Well I'm always here, you know that right?"

"Of course.. it's just something I need to keep to myself."

He somewhat frowned at that "Is it hurting you, y/n?"

"I suppose in a way.. but again, I think you shouldn't concern yourself with me, I can handle it." He insisted

Smokescreen somewhat nodded in understanding before hitting his shoulder "But if it got serious you'd tell me right?" He playfully smirked

Y/N nervously smiled "Of course."

He nodded and went his own way and leaving y/n alone as he groaned

Smokescreen sure was persisent especially when he suspected something was wrong.

Y/N truly thought of telling him every time he brings it up but then he realized it would just be another reason for him to lose a 'friend.

The next day y/N stood there rantig to Ratchet while everyone else was out on a mission, y/n stayed back as guard. Y/N ranted about how he was trying his best to keep off the mech as he paced back and forth and growled, grumbling as Ratchet stared at the monitor with dimmed irritated optics

"Y/N!!!" Ratchet snapped as he looked over and blinked

"What?"

"I do not.. care." He said taking a deep intake and turning to look at him with a deep frown

Y/N frowned "But I need your help!"

"There is nothing I can do, exactly what do you expect me to do??" He growled back

"Could you maybe poke around my systems, make me less frequent to these feelings??"

"No, all of that is in your programming not your circuits.." Ratchet shook his helm "There is absolutely nothing I could do. But I know what you could do.."

"I couldnt.. I just can't take advantage of him like that.." y/n looked down in shame

Y/N walked off little knowing about the single most loud mouthed human had heard their conversation.. It was the she-devil herself.. Miko.

Miko blabbed everything to Smokescreen as he stood there and looked down at her before sighing. He appreciated the information, he now knew what was wrong with y/n but he just wasn't sure what his next move was "Thanks, Miko.."

She winked before running off with Bulkhead

He stood there and thought, pondering his options.

Y/N walked into base after finishing a scouting mission as he grumbled "I found nothing, Ratchet.. even with my ol factory sensors. " he said to the medic

"Perhaps the decepitcons are getting crafty.." he muttered but sighed "Better luck next time."

Y/N frowned but walked off to his berthroom "'Better luck next time'? Next time?? I know my ol factory sensors can be rusty at times but I can smell a decepticon and they hadn't been there.. you just sent me off on a wild goose chase, you old rust bucket.." he grumbled as he walked in but paused when he seen Smokescreen standing in his room, he frowned "can I help you?"

He turned around and smiled "hey, y/n!"

He softly rolled his optics "Smokescreen you know you don't need to always be in my berthroom to get my attention."

"I know I know but I just wanted to talk to you."

"Again? I told you I'm fine." He folded his arms and his ears went flat

"I bet to differ actually, Miko told me something interesting.."

"Oh really? And what might that be?" He asked as he walked over to his desk

"Your heating cycle is fritzing.."

He looked up "and? Why would that be interesting, it's a nuisance, really.." he grumbled as he pulled up his datapad

"She told me that you liked me."

He snorted "a fact even I thought you caught up on.. you know I don't like many cybertronians given our background history.." he said as he tapped in to his log reports

He chuckled "I guess you're right. But uh, oh.. there was one more thing.. what was it..?"

"That you care too much?" Y/N muttered as he wrote in his report for the day 'ratchet sent me out on a wild goose chase..' he tapped

"Ah, I remember.. she said that you wanted to frag me."

Y/n's optics twitched as his face plates heated "ugh, those filthy humans.. they yearn for drama. If thats all you came to do was accuse of such theatrics then I suggest you leave now and I'll forget you ever said anything.."

"That's funny, y/n Because I even asked ratchet and he wasn't that reluctant to spill everything. He said he found your constant complaining really irritating."

'Oh you sick fragger.. we have much discussing to do when I get out of this mess.' He thought but set the datapad down

"Are you sure it wasn't just what you wanted to hear?honestly, Smokescreen why would i-"

"Shh.." arms wrapped around him as he glanced down and felt the young warrior's helm in his back plates

"Why didn't you tell me? I wanted to help you but you refused.."

Y/n glanced down at the arms wrapped around him and sighed "Generally when someone is willing to help they would never imagine having do those favors and given how young you are I didn't want to bother with it."

"Y/n... I would of done anything if you just said so. I'm kinda sad you just didn't tell me and i had to find out from Miko and Ratchet." He said starting to make circles on his chest plating as he purred contently

His optics widened a little "no!" He jerked away and turned to him as Smokescreen stared at him

"I cant.. I can't do that to you. It's wrong."

"Using me like a fragbot? Don't think of it like that.. think of it like a peace offering. Think of it as if it brings us 1 step closer together. You know.. you never did consider how I might of felt, did you?"

Y/n shuddered at the thought "No but why would I? We have so many differences.."

"So? Maybe I like you because you're different, y/n.."

He looked up but shook his helm "No, I can't.. I couldn't do that to you, I can't take your first place."

Smokescreen frowned but pushed him back against his berth "What if I told you I felt the same feeling toward you, y/n?"

Y/N sat on his berth and frowned "Why would you? I'm not worth those types of feelings."

"Just shut up and let me please you." He said reaching down to his panel and clicking it open exposing y/n's cable

Y/N's optic twitched and quietly whined at the display as he went down, taking his cable into his mouth and sucking. Y/N knawed at his servo leaving indents in his metal, the first overload wasn't that hard to get to, all he had to do was take him in and suck a few moments. The fluids had built up long enough he knew his overloads would be frequent..

"I didn't realize your kind was so easy to please.." Smokescreen said wiping the excess fluids from his face plates

"Please.. that's merely an overload that's been held for too long.." he said releasing his servo from his dermas

To say the very least that Smokescreen trying to frag y/n was entertaining was an understatement.. it was hilarious but y/n kept quiet at the rookie, it was his first time and he knew aftwr a few times he'd eventually figure it out. Y/N howled out when he tried to push himself in all the way on the first try, with a very painful tone he said "Try again.."

It was smooth sailing afterwards and claw marks littered his berth and bite marks were left along his armor.

Several overloads later y/n laid there and caressed Smokescreen who laid by his side

"How'd ..I do?" He asked tiredly

"Given it your first time you did pretty.. well."

His optics offlined and sighed contently

"Even if you only lasted 3 earth minutes.." he muttered and gently rubbed his helm "you'll get better.."

"I'm a work in progress aren't i..?" Smokescreen asked

"A serious work in progress..."