Ratbat's Crush

A/N: I wasn't going to post it until I actually finished the entire thing in at least the first draft but I'm having a little trouble finishing the last three scenes so I need some reader reviews to help motivate me. Because we all know reviews are the lifeblood of all fan fiction writers.

Original Requests:

Found on the tf kink meme there were two of them.

Part 1 – Thought it was a Glitch

It started so slowly that at first he thought it was just his coolant systems glitching out of sheer boredom. Ratbat shuffled a bit from his hanging bar in front of the monitors to increase the flow of coolant through his systems and that seemed to help.

Shuffling though wouldn't help for long though if the glitch was caused by boredom. The youngest of the decepticon cassettes had been assigned to retaging all the spy footage gathered since landing on Earth. It was processor numbing drone work but it had to be done in order to bring the video archives up to Soundwave's demanding standards of efficiency.

The warming started up again but the shuffling didn't help. Ratbat gave an annoyed squeak but decided to focus on the monitor instead of whatever systems glitch was trying to distract him.

On the monitor; Steeljaw, Ramhorn, and Eject were wrestling in such a toned down manner it was a surprise they were even having fun. Bored, Ratbat sped the footage up. Something on the screen though had Ratbat's fuel pump leap and his cooling fans jump to life. Intrigued by the multi-systems glitch being triggered by the footage instead of boredom, he rewound the footage to find out what it was responding too.

Rewind was passing the pile of playing cassettes with a data pad so close to his faceplate it was a wonder he didn't run into anything yet. Eject stuck his head out of the pile and apparently had a short conversation with his brother before sneaking out of the pile to tackle the reading cassette.

A startled squeak escaped Ratbat but he couldn't tear his optics away from the scene. Rewind was on his front with Eject straddling his aft, hands pinning his brother's shoulders to the floor. Something was tickling the back of his meta that he should know what this feeling was but all the bat cassette could process was the way Eject was pinning his brother and the warm buzz spreading through his circuits. All too soon one of the cat cassettes tackled Eject and the pile of wrestling cassettes had one more player in the mix.

More intrigued by the systems glitch then alarmed, the young cassette abandoned his task and began combing the video archive for more footage of the autobot cassettes. He soon discovered that it wasn't just any of the cassettes that warmed his circuits, it had to be Eject, and the more physically active the autobot was in the footage the better it was for the bat to watch. That was until Ratbat found a video file of Eject curled up asleep holding a sleeping Steeljaw's tail. The young decepticon found it rather curious that there was more footage of the cat cassettes sleeping then any other autobot in the entire archive but he was more disappointed about the lack of anymore sleeping Eject footage.

Shuffling, this time in embarrassment, Ratbat realized he had just spent his entire shift drooling over Eject footage instead of cataloging the earth footage. Soundwave was going to be so disappointed in him. With a quick flutter, the young cassette took off towards the wash racks with a meta for a cold shower to dump the head he'd been collecting from the surprisingly pleasant systems glitch before trying to tackle the task on his off hours.

Soundwave hadn't been disappointed about his youngest's wandering meta or at least that was what Ratbat hoped. It was sometimes hard to judge his creator's reactions even when he had lived his entire life with the mech. In this case Soundwave had found his youngest once again in the archives room drooling over footage of Eject with little more work done on the re-cataloging then was done before. The boom box had made a droning sound before ordering Ratbat to do an energy survey of Europe. Someone else would finish the archives.

With his powerful sensors and small body type it was ridiculously easy to finish the latest energon scan of Europe without tipping off the autobots or teletran-1. The only difficult part was all the flying it took. Ratbat for all his specialized scanners and modifications was not built for speed. The little flyer was even, maybe, getting a little empty in the fuel tanks.

It was snack time.

Decision made his scanners switched to a localized scan for smaller deposits of energy, something that was unguarded with enough energon to fill the tank of a small decepticon without alerting any of the autobots. His scans quickly locked onto a hummer sitting in it's drive way. Hummers were expensive vehicles. Expensive vehicles meant expensive fuels.

With a happy chirp, Ratbat latched himself to the undercarriage where his scanners told him the fuel tank was hidden. With the glee of a human child ripping away the paper of a present, the bat tore through the protective sheets of metal protecting the undercarriage from penetration. When he finally reached the fuel tank he gave one more happy chirp before sinking his fangs in. The fuel was sweeter then he was used to and he enjoyed every minute of it.

There was only one flavor served on the Nemesis, poor and bitter. For most of the Decepticon Army that was all they could get. Ratbat, the energon surveyor, had so many sensors and converters leading to his fuel tanks that he could enjoy all of the many flavored fuels that Earth had to offer.

Then the engine started.

The young bat made a petulant sound, refusing to relinquish his prey just because some squishy decided they need to go right now, while he was suckling the sweet invigorating flavor of the hummer. Defiantly, he tightened his grip on the exposed undercarriage bringing his body flush against the vehicle so that he wouldn't be scraped off.

As the hummer pulled out of the driveway, Ratbat experience that systems glitch again. The vibrations from the moving vehicle made the warm feeling grow a lot faster then the videos did. Thinking of the videos and of the way Eject had tackled the other cassette, made the temperature soar and every one of his cooling fans kicked on to battle the sudden heat. Ratbat didn't care. He ground his body against the warming metal above him, imagining it was the autobot. Somehow the fuel he was still siphoning became sweeter and he sucked harder as he ground himself just a little more frantically.

He was getting closer, to something. He didn't know what it was, didn't care as long as those lovely, pleasurable feelings in his circuits kept building, kept pushing him closer to that something he couldn't describe. He imagined it was Eject, maybe the autobot had tackled him like he tackled his brother, maybe his circuits were all heated with the same feelings Ratbat was feeling, maybe Eject was approaching that same something Ratbat was approaching, grinding against him like Ratbat was grinding against...

The fantasy died when the engine did. That expensive, warm, vibrating hummer had run out of gas leaving the poor, overly hot, young bat clinging to the undercarriage very frustrated.

With a shrike that would've made any frontliner give pause, Ratbat launched himself from the dead hummer and flew in a pissy mood all the way to the Nemesis.

The human who had wisely or luckily stayed in his vehicle wasn't sure who he needed to call first; a tow truck, or his priest.