Heat
Warnings: Mature sexual content. Slash. Sticky.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, if I did the show would be unsuitable for children
The smell hit him hard. Sweet, musky, and enticing, igniting his circuits and sensors with an unexpected wave of heat. Inhaling deeply to catch more of that alluring fragrance he glanced around the med-bay, searching for the source. Growling lowly when he failed to spot the culprit Ratchet set down the almost forgotten cube of energon in his hand and stalked further into the medical center, determined to find out what was responsible for the waves of arousal pouring over his frame.
A nearly inaudible whimper had him spinning on his heel and heading towards the corner farthest from the door, his excitement growing with every step. He wasn't sure what he expected to see, but it wasn't the Autobot's 2IC huddled into a quivering ball while hiding behind a spare medical berth. The sight of the normally composed tactician looking like a frightened sparkling snapped Ratchet out of his haze, medical programming coming alive.
"Prowl?"
The Datsun's head snapped up at the mention of his designation, optics wide and nearly fearful. For a moment Ratchet was honestly afraid for the smaller mech, the medical scans he took the moment he saw Prowl all came up clean but something wasn't adding up. Prowl wasn't injured in any way, there had been no recent decepticon attacks, and Ratchet didn't think anything on the Ark could scare him. So why was he acting as if the Unmaker himself had appeared in his office and had attempted the chicken dance?
"Prowl? Talk to me what's wrong?"
Ratchet was almost ready to contact Prime when the tactician simply moaned, staggering to his feet. That's when he noticed it: thick purple lubricant trailing down the inside of white thighs, smearing with every step Prowl took. Ratchet almost jerked as he recognized the symptoms, the arousing smell, the jerky movements, the sheer amount of lubricant. Oh dear Primus, Prowl was...
Ratchet didn't get the chance to finish his thoughts, due to the fact that Prowl had launched himself at the CMO and captured the taller mech's lips in a fierce kiss.
Ratchet groaned, trailing his hands down the black and white form to grip slender hips. His mind was screaming at him to pull back, but his body refused to cooperate. In fact it had decided that Prowl was not nearly close enough and pulled the tactician into a bear hug, easily lifting the enforcer off the floor as if he weighed nothing. All thought left him when Prowl moaned and wrapped his legs around the medibot's waist, staining the white plating with lubricant.
Snarling in arousal he broke the kiss to nip and lick at the red chevron adorning the smaller's helm, humming in approval at the whimper he was rewarded with. Taking three steps forward he managed to pin Prowl against the wall, leaving his hands free to explore every crease and crevice on the black and white armor. As a medic he knew just about every inch of Prowl's frame intimately, and therefore knew just where to touch to drive the 2IC mad.
Prowl moaned, long and low, reaching both hands up to grab at a pipe above him that was used to hang medical supplies on. Tightening his grip on the pipe Prowl used it to hold his weight as he lowered one leg to rest right under Ratchet's red aft, and moved the other to rest on a nearby berth. The position left him wide open, his wet aching valve in full view of Ratchet's hungry gaze. Smirking slightly he undulated his frame just to add an extra touch.
Growling lowly Ratchet shoved two fingers into Prowl's valve, satisfied with the resulting yelp. He could barely take his optics off the erotic show Prowl was unknowingly giving him, the tactician writhing and bucking against the sudden penetration. Prowl held nothing back, he gasped, moaned, and mewed shamelessly, his helm falling back to expose the delicate arch of his throat. Unable to resist such a temptation Ratchet leaned forward to capture the tender cables with his denta, enticing another whimper from Prowl.
Pressing his fingers deeper into the hot valve Ratchet gently rubbed the inner walls chuckling when Prowl squirmed, accidentally scrapping his paint against Ratchet's. Humming against the cables and wires that made up Prowl's neck Ratchet removed his fingers, almost laughing outright at the outraged cry of the smaller. Raising his head to look into Prowl's optics Ratchet failed to stifle his laughter, the 2IC seemed downright furious at the loss of stimulation in his valve.
Baring his denta in a soundless snarl Prowl bucked against the medic, pulling Ratchet closer with his legs. His valve spasmed, the ache that had been haunting him all day was starting to become truly painful. He had originally come to the med-bay to see if Ratchet could help him, but once he caught sight of the medic he could think of nothing else but having the CMO inside him. The medic's fingers had felt wonderful (no doubt his spike would feel even better) bringing him so much pleasure, and then he had taken that wonderful feeling away. Prowl had been aching all day for an overload and Ratchet was denying him? The tactician wouldn't stand for it. Prowl wanted his valve filled, and he wanted it filled now!
Leaning close Prowl rested his head on Ratchet's shoulder, lips barely brushing against the medibot's audio. His normally smooth voice came out as a husky growl. "I'm going to give you three seconds to open your panel and fuck me, or I'm going to find every scrap of blackmail Red Alert has on you and post it on Teletraan's main drive!"
Fighting back a shudder Ratchet didn't know what effected him more, that Prowl had actually used a vulgar human curse or the fact that Prowl was far enough gone to threaten him if he didn't get his spike out pronto. Either reason was good enough for him and he opened his interface panel with a click, his cable sliding out hard and erect. Grabbing the back of Prowl's helm he yanked the Datsun's head back and captured those full white lips, joyfully swallowing Prowl's pleasured scream as he shoved his spike into that sinfully tight valve.
Groaning low in his throat Ratchet grabbed Prowl's slender hips, fingers delving between the black armor to tease the wires beneath. Prowl brought one hand down off the pipe to stroke at Ratchet's chevron, lightly kneading the sensitive metal. Ratchet allowed this treatment for a few scant seconds before grabbing Prowl's hand and pushing it back towards the pipe. The Datsun groaned in disappointment but obeyed the unspoken command and gripped the pipe once again.
Resting a hand against the wall beside Prowl's head Ratchet slowly pulled his length out till only the tip remained inside the tactician. Straightening his back for better leverage Ratchet brought his hand back to rest on Prowl's hips once again, gripping the armor hard. A wicked grin was the only warning Prowl got before Ratchet roughly thrust back inside of him.
Prowl twisted and gasped, simultaneously trying to get away from and get more of that wonderful cord that was stretching him so deliciously. Ratchet's pace was fast and nearly savage, each thrust was banging him against the wall. Thankfully his door wings were fanned out and weren't receiving any damage, they were scraping against the wall every now and then but the prick of pain only seemed to intensify the pleasure.
If anyone were to ask him what the most beautiful sight in the cosmos was Ratchet would have to say it was Prowl in throes of ecstasy. The black and white was simply stunning during an interface. His small graceful frame was writhing and arching in a manner that made Ratchet's internal fans rev higher and higher. Prowl's legs were spread almost obscenely wide, showing off his slender thighs and that oh-so-delightful leaking valve of his. But what really caught Ratchet's attention was his face.
The normally emotionless and stoic expression was replaced with a pleasured one. The white faceplates were flushed, deep indigo optics were half shuttered and clouded over in lust. Prowl's full lips were parted as he panted hard, ventilators working overtime in a failed attempt to cool his body down. Ratchet watched as Prowl's glossa snaked out to swipe across his lips before his top denta snagged his lower lip component in an effort to muffle his cries. Oh yes, he was beautiful like this.
Prowl whined bucking his hips to encourage Ratchet to go faster, he could feel the beginning tingle of overload. Obligingly Ratchet angled Prowl's black hips for deeper penetration before literally pounding into his second. Prowl wailed writhing and arching against the medic, the pleasure was rapidly building into what was certain to be a mind numbing overload. With a sudden sharp thrust upwards Ratchet hit a sensor deep within the Datsun's valve, which proved to be Prowl's undoing.
With a quivering sob Prowl reached his peak, as wave after wave of pleasure assaulting him. He twisted and moaned, bucking his hips against Ratchet's. The sensation of of Prowl's valve spasming erratically around his spike was enough to send Ratchet over the edge, and with a roar he overloaded reflexively jerking his hips as he released his transfluid into Prowl's reproductive chamber.
Releasing the pipe that he had been holding in a death grip Prowl let his arms drop down to rest on Ratchet's shoulders, too tired to even embrace the medic. Smiling in contentment Prowl pressed a sleepy kiss to Ratchet's cheek before falling into recharge. Ratchet however was wide awake and staring at the motionless tactician in growing comprehension and horror.
Quickly setting Prowl on a berth Ratchet hastily cleaned up both of their interface units. Closing both panels he rushed out of the med-bay sending a data-burst to lock the door, keeping Prowl in and everyone else out. Wearily leaning against the wall Ratchet wondered how the Pit he was going to tell Prime about this, he could barely believe it himself.
Prowl: Prime's head tactician, the resident enforcer, the Autobot's seemingly cold and emotionless Second In Command was in heat...
This is my very first submission here so please be gentle ^^
This isn't gonna be a Ratchet/Prowl story (although I love the pairing) its gonna be Prowl/several others. Prowl's not a whore in the story, he just can't help himself.
I'm not sure how I got the idea of Prowl experiencing a heat cycle but I couldn't help but write it, hope you enjoyed =)