Ratchet was led with has servo held captive down the hotel's corridor. Was it strange of him to feel excited? It wasn't like he was doing anything bad. I mean, he watched the seeker disconnect his guns. He enjoyed himself the last time. Was it wrong of him to want a little fun? The CMO felt his cheeks warm up and was thankful it was an odd time of the night: not too many mechs bustling around.
Stealing a glance, Thundercracker couldn't help but chuckle. He ran his thumb over the medic's fingers and smiled as he lead the other mech down the corridor. They passed the buffet, and when Ratchet stopped to complain, Thundercracker sushed him and spoke. "Let's go somewhere more private."
"Um..."
"It'll be ok," Thundercracker cooed. "You know, just in case any of your pals are wondering around." Thundercracker started to walk towards the reception desk, but Ratchet stopped him.
"But I'm hungry," The CMO said meekly.
"Sweetling, they have room service," Thundercracker smiled. "Allow me to treat you like royalty tonight."
Ratchet just blushed in response and gave in. It's not like he'll get this chance again. For all he knew, this was his last opportunity to be with the winged mech. While a twinge of guilt rose in his spark of his fratinizng with the enemy, his curiosity was stronger. As the medic walked next to the seeker, Ratchet couldn't help but remember their last encounter. True, he was held captive, but they way Thundercracker had treated him made him feel good. Actually, it made him feel desired. Sexy, if you will. And with the way the 'COn was eyeing him up, he knew he was in for an amorous night.
Thundercracker walked up to the service desk and flagged down an attendant, then proceeded to order a room. He demanding its location to be on the opposite side of the hotel and the receptionist typed away. After handing over the credits, Thundercracker was handed the room key. The winged mech beckoned Ratchet to the elevator with his arm wrapped around his side..
Once inside, Thundercracker touched their desired floor number and as soon as the door closed, he kissed the medic's helm as his hands wandered over the plump belly. "What a delightful surprise... Finding you here," Thundercracker pressed his lips to Ratchet's, slowly sucking on the lower lip before pressing his tongue inside.
Ratchet just melted. He sucked on the intruding tongue and wrapped his hands around the seeker, sloppily reaching for the wings. Throwing all caution to the wind, Ratchet pulled the winged mech closer and raked his servos across the pair of wings.
"I see that energon treats are not all you have been craving," Thundercracker huskily said.
Ratchet just let the words slip out of him without much care. "I wanted to be with you again..." His cheeks flushed. How corny he must have sounded.
Thundercracker crookedly smiled. "In a fit of lust, the truth comes out, huh?" He pecked a kiss on the medic's helm and stepped away. Ratchet whined at the loss of contact, but the elevator pinged, signaling their floor has been reached. "Come." Thundercracker reached his hand out for the other, and when Ratchet took it, the pair made their way to their room.
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"Order whatever you want," Thundercracker said as he handed a menu to Ratchet. "My treat."
Unfolding the menu, Ratchet bawked. Not just as the selection of delicious energon food, but at the prices as well. "Um..." Ratchet stammered. "I can get it."
"Let me treat."
"But-"
"Ratchet, I have the credits, trust me," The blue mech said sternly but with a smile. "It would be my pleasure to fill you up with whatever you desire." Ratchet still wasn't sold on the idea. "Trust me, I'm not going to take you to some cheap skeezy place. I have much more class than that."
"Dare I ask how you have the credits," Ratchet mumbled a bit more audible than he meant.
"Can't we at least forget about the war and who's on what side for one night?" Thundercracker answered sharply.
Ratchet immediately regretted what he had said. He nodded his head and fiddled with the menu. "M'sorry," The medic mumbled.
"If you must know, to ease your mind, meeting back up with you was not the only luck I had this evening," Thundercracker replied. He pulled a chair in front of Ratchet at the end of the bed and sat down. "Made a lucky bet. Didn't win too much, but I won enough. Just don't tell Starscream."
Ratchet laughed. "He'd probably get mad that you didn't spend it on him," Ratchet spoke as he closed the menu.
"So, what'll it be?" the blue seeker asked as he took the food list and pulled the com device from the table to his right closer.
"You pick," Ratchet said as he placed his hands on his lap. "I can't decide."
Thundercracker gave a cheeky grin and flipped through the menu, and then commed the service desk, and placed the order. He read through a list that consisted mainly of sweets, candies and pastries- just what Ratchet desired. Upon disconnecting the comm, Thundercracker returned his attention to the medic. "It will be about 20 minutes."
Ratchet just nodded and watched as the seeker hooked his pede around the others and lifted it up. His servo's captured the foot and placed it in his lap. With a smile, Thundercracker began to message circles over the foot. "How have you been?"
Ratchet opened his mouth, but nothing came out: how was he supposed to answer? He had no clue.
"Did anyone give you any flack about... Ah, how can I say it- seeing us laying in each other's arms when you were rescued," Thundercracker idly said as he continued massaging the pede.
"No..." Ratchet mumbled as he dropped his gaze. He still felt regretful for it was assumed what happened was rape, and the medic simply allowed the others to think that was the case.
"I find that hard to swallow," Tc said as he brought the pede up to peck a kiss on it.
"Ok, I have to admit to something," Ratchet spoke. "Because I kinda feel sorry about it. You know, they, Rodimus and all, assumed you raped me, and, well, I just played along. I mean...I-"
"It's ok," Thundercracker cooed. "Don't feel bad, I understand. Just as long as the truth was that you consented to it, right?"
"Yes, Tc. Of course," Ratchet replied with a bemused face as the 'Con licked at his pede. Ratchet attempted to pull his foot from the others grasp, but th eseeker held on. "You know, you don't have to do that."
"Does it bother you?" Thundercracker asked, but didn't release his hold. "In seeker culture, it's a sign of respect."
"I, ah, didn't know," Ratchet replied.
Thundercracker nodded and smiled. "It's not like you have any of us running around to know."
"So, did Starscream or anyone find out about us in the cell?" Ratchet said as he relaxed his pede in the other's grasp.
"You know, I just blocked the camera before I entered in," Thundercracker answered. "Starscream grilled me why I was there, and while I think he doesn't fully believe my reason, he never pressed the issue."
"That's good," Ratchet replied, and gave his pede a good yank and managed to free it from the flier's hand, who pouted and was about to voice his complaint. Ratchet never gave him that chance. "I'd rather have you kissing something else."
"Demanding, aren't we?" Thundercracker said with a sly smile. He stood from the chair, walked over and bent down to the medic's waiting lips- and the buzzer to the door rang. "Ah..." Thundercracker exclaimed as he straightened himself up. "Food's here."
"But-"
"Don't worry Ratchet," Thundercracker spoke. "We'll have plenty of time for fun, but for right now," The seeker's hand patted the grumbling stomach, "Let's fill that belly of yours." Quickly, Thundercracker pecked the medic on the lips, but then excused himself to answer the door.
The Autobot just watched as Thundercracker passed the credits to the attendant. Before he even got a glimpse of the cart, he could smell the aroma and it smelt delicious! His mouth watered at the thought of what could be loaded on those plates that would soon be filling his belly. His servo absentmindedly rubbed at his tummy in attempts to stop it's grumbling demands.
"Well, now that I have your attention," Thundercracker teased as he pushed the cart over.
"Primus, how much did you order for just a snack?" Ratchet asked, but he didn't really care about the answer. Upon spotting the tasty looking treats, he went to stand up and grab one, only to have the seeker slap his hand away. "Don't tell me you ordered that just for me to look at it..."
"Don't be silly," Thundercracker replied and pushed the medic down to sit on the bed. "That would ruin all the fun, now wouldn't it?" The winged mech uncovered the treats. "Now, what should we start with?"
"That one," Ratchet licked his lips and pointed to a frosted pastry that was loaded with sprinkles.
"Good choice," Thundercracker said as he selected the treat. "Be a good mech and open wide."
Not having to be told twice, Ratchet complied. The pastry was pushed into his mouth and he was rewarded with its sweet taste. He hummed as he chewed, savoring the snack as well as the seeker's company.
"There's a good mech," Thundercracker cooed as he gave the medic another huge bite. "You eat so well, you'll have no problem finishing every last bit."
While he was hungry and enjoyed the scrumptious treats, one glance at the cart made the CMO's eyes widen. With the way the cart was loaded, Ratchet himself doubted if he would be able to finish!