Words and Definitions:

Nano-Klik: Roughly one second

Klick: Roughly 1.2 Earth minutes

Breem: Roughly 8.3 Earth minutes

Joor: Roughly 6.5 Earth hours

Recharge: The transformers version of sleeping

Chestplate: Armour covering the breast area

Fauld: Armour covering the central abdominal region

Mouthplate: Protective metal mask that covers a portion of the transformer's face

Glossa: Equivalent of a transformer's tongue

Sensor nodes: Nodes that are located all over the Transformer's frame, giving them the feeling of touch

Optics: Equivalent of a Transformer's eye

Audio receptors: A part of the Transformer, located on the helm, that gives the Transformer the ability to hear

Taste receptors: Nodes located in the 'bot's fuel receiver that give it the ability of taste

Fuel receiver: The equivalent of a Transformer's mouth

Organic: Humans and other organic creatures

Energon pumps: Equivalent to the breasts of a female, though can be developed on both mechs and femmes. Located on both sides of the spark box, and only developed/useable when carrier programming is activated.

Energon dispensers: A part of the Energon pumps, similar to an organic's nipple, though it more or less resembles the tip of a pump at a gas station

- I do not own Transformers

Ratchet groaned as he was once again forced from recharge, the feeling of a helm being rubbed against his chestplate activating his sensor nodes. The Autobot medic looked down, seeing the much larger frame of his and Wheeljack's youngest creation, Swoop. The winged Dinobot was looking back up at Ratchet, continuing to rub the side of his helm on his creator, his pedes and part of his lower legs hanging over the edge of the berth as he chirped in a similar fashion to a sparkling. Ratchet sighed as Swoop started to rub harder, indicating he wanted the smaller mech to roll over onto his back, though he complied after a few nano-kliks. The larger mech quickly got on top of him, his helm hovering over his creator's chestplate.

"Open!" Swoop said, a mix of a demand and a beg.

Ratchet send the silent command, the metal plating of his chestplate separating down the middle before it opened in a similar fashion to the top of a box, allowing Swoop access to the two energon pumps on the left and right side of his spark box. The smallest Dinobot grinned from metaphorical ear to ear before he latched onto the left one, causing Ratchet to stiffen his frame and bite his glossa in an attempt to keep down a pained cry. He quickly relaxed though as his creation began suckling like any sparkling would, pressing his glossa on the under a part of the energon dispenser in order to encourage the sweet and refined energon out, off-lining his optics as he knead Ratchet's fauld. Ratchet wrapped his arms around his creation, gently petting the sensitive sensor nodes on his winged back in a downward motion. He once again sent a silent command, allowing energon from his systems to be sent to the storing unit that created the majority of the pump before it was refined and sweetened inside, dripping out into the hungry 'bot's fuel receiver, causing his taste receptors to activate and spark up.

Swoop sent out his own command, forcing Ratchet's system to produce the sweet liquid faster in an attempt to keep up with the creation's needs. Ratchet groaned, but only repositioned himself slightly in order to get more comfortable, knowing just how long the larger frames of the Dinobots took to fuel up, especially this early in the Earth's solar cycle, where they hadn't had a chance to get their morning rations. The winged Dinobot began to put the whole energon dispenser piece into his fuel receiver, causing Ratchet to start squirming underneath his creation as Swoop began biting down on the sensitive piece, the Dinobot not realizing that unlike actual sparklings, he did in fact have denta. The medic refrained from pushing the Dinobot off, and attempted to ignore the pain signals his nodes were sending to his processor, learning from a past experience that the attempt to get him off would only result in Swoop latching on painfully, and not letting go for several breems. He instead continued rubbing his back as he whispered into the younger 'bot's audio receptors, asking him to slow down and to stop biting.

Swoop just continued what he was doing, not taking the time to use his processor to think about what he said, too content with the situation to care. This continued on for a few more klicks before Ratchet's attention was diverted from Swoop to the door of his quarters, a large and familiar shadow registering in his processor as his audio receptors picked up the sound of claws scraping on the floor as the figure walked over to the door, opening it wider than the crack that Swoop had left when he entered. It became grossly apparent who is was as the large frame of Grimlock entered the room, fully closing the sliding door behind him as he walked over to the berth, deciding it would better to sit on his knees next to said berth, rather than risk crushing his creator by getting on top of him, being made heavier than the younger Dinobot already on him. Ratchet looked at him before rolling his optics, giving a small nod of approval.

"Alright, alright." Ratchet whispered in a playfully annoyed manner, attempting to not disturb the already suckling mech by talking too loud.

Grimlock put a servo to his mouthplate, removing it fairly quickly with a simple command. He dropped it onto the floor with a loud clank, causing Ratchet to visibly cringe, though it was soon replaced with an expression of relief once he realized Swoop had not been bothered. The large Dinobot laid the upper part of his frame onto the berth, latching onto Ratchet's right energon pump, beginning the process of coaxing the energon out, sending a similar command that Swoop had done, but it seemed to work better, pouring more energon out of the pump and into his fuel receiver. Ratchet continued rubbing Swoop's back with one servo, but he now rested the other one on Grimlock's helm, using what the organics called a thumb to rub circles on it, giving him around the same amount of comfort his 'brother' had.

Swoop had finally calmed down a little bit, now regressing back to a more sparkling-esque suckling style, the youngest Dinobot realizing the fact that the stream of energon was thinning out and would most likely stop soon, his creator not having any more energon to spare without the risk of suffering from a frightening level of a lack of fuel, especially since he was now providing for another one of his creations. The Autobot medic let out a sigh of relief at the lack of pain signals and let his frame relax a bit more, knowing it wouldn't be long before he would have to stop, much to the displeasurement of the two other mechs. He continued nursing the two Dinobots for about another two breems before he finally sent out the command to stop the flow of energon to the pumps.

The two were obviously displeased, Grimlock more so than Swoop, who unlatched from the pump after a few nano-kliks of attempting to get some more energon, despite the lack of it. Grimlock tried for a little bit longer, biting down with greater force than Swoop had done, ultimately causing his creator to stiffen and grind his denta in an attempt to suppress his sounds of pain wanting out of his vocalizer. The Dinobot finally gave up on the futile task, also unlatching from the medic before picking his mouthplate, locking it back into it's place. Ratchet closed and locked his chestplate back into place, recharge creeping up on him as Swoop cuddled into his frame, off-lining his optics. Grimlock decided to settle himself on the floor next to the berth, curling himself up like a cat as he soon followed his 'brother' into recharge. Ratchet, following their lead, also offlined his optics, ignoring the warnings of low energon. He already knew, and didn't care, rations would be handed out in about a joor anyway, he could make it until then, the two Dinobots usually gave him their morning rations anyway, wanting to help replace the energon they took a few earth hours prior, only for the other three to take most of it later in the solar cycle shortly before afternoon rations.

The medic slowly slipped into recharge after his two creations, listening to the soft sound of their vents intaking and out taking, a rare smile slowly taking over his faceplate.