It had seemed like a great idea at the time. Testing the new bazooka on one of the even newer targets...
Now that he was limping down the hall, holding his arm as agonizing jolts of pain ripped through it, he was rethinking that idea. Ironhide grimaced, gritting his teeth as he tried to bite down the pain. He was sure he had dislocated his shoulder.

"Dam'...fraggin'..." he muttered as he tested moving his right arm. The pain he received from the movement made him curse under his breath.

A rap came on the door to the medical center. Ratchet was just finishing up some paperwork for his last patient and sighed exasperatedly. It seemed that everyone was getting hurt today.
"Come in!" he called loud enough to be heard on the other side of the door.

Ironhide stubbornly went down the hall, heading towards his room. He wondered for a moment if any of the others had seen his accident...but he doubted it. He also thought of seeing Ratchet, but he didn't want to bother him - especially since it had been his own fault his arm had been dislocated. The last thing he wanted was to receive a wrench upside the head. He heard someone come out of a door behind him and turned. Ironhide narrowed his eyes, "Dam'."

b /b

Ratchet sighed as he sent out yet another patient.
"This is going to be a lot of damned paper work," he thought disgruntledly, making his way back to his chair.

There was an abrupt knock on the medbay doors, along with the sound of muffled arguing as well.

Ratchet groaned...another damned patient and he had just sat down.
He did not rise from his chair but called out to whoever was at the door,

"Come in, and stop arguing so loudly out there!"

The door opened and Ironhide was gruffly pushed through. He winced, grabbing his right arm and glaring at Prowl.
"Watch it!" he snapped, narrowing his eyes. Prowl walked in silently, his gaze narrowed slightly.
"Ratchet, I believe Ironhide is in need of assistance." he said, crossing his arms.
Ironhide growled slightly, mumbling something under his breath about minding your own business. What were the chances that Prowl had stepped out and caught him trying to sneak off to his room?

Ratchet replied in his business like tone, not letting his exhaustion be evident, "Thank you for bringing him. You can leave now Prowl."

Prowl nodded, glancing at Ironhide.
"Once you're cleared of the medbay come to my office." he said sternly before leaving.
Ironhide glared after him, grimacing again as pain jolted through his arm. The doors closed and he turned to Ratchet,
"Doc, I really don' need looked at. I'm fine." he said in his usual drawl.

Ratchet's brow furrowed, "Stop being so stubborn and go sit down on the bed, I'll be there in a minute."

Ironhide gave a sigh, walking over to one of the many beds in the medbay. He used his left arm to help himself sit comfortably on the bed, cringing as he bumped his arm again.

Ratchet watched bemusedly as the other man struggled to comfort himself on the bed.
Smirking he said,

"You know you're just making my work harder by hurting yourself all of the time like this."

Ironhide looked at the medic with a faint smirk, "It's not like I mean ta' hurt m'self." he defended.

For the first time today Ratchet grinned.
"Well then, we'll just have to give you my special 'healing' system, won't we?" a smirk evident in his voice.

Ironhide smiled, raising a brow at Ratchet. "Special healin'? So your not gonna' punch m' for messin' up m' arm?" he asked.

"If by ' punch' you mean something else," Ratchet's grin widened and began making his way slowly towards the injured man.

Ironhide paused, but his smile only grew. "Ya either had a really good day or yer just horny Ratch'." he said with a chuckle.

Ratchet laughed, "Well it definitely is not the former so I'm going to go with choice number two."
Swiftly he closed the empty space between himself and the other man bringing his face within centimeters of Ironhide's. The tips of their noses were touching as Ratchet glared down at Ironhide.
Teasingly, he pecked Ironhide on the lips.
His breath came out a breathy whisper, "And what about you, my little weapon specialist?"

Ironhide leaned towards Ratchet, chuckling again, "Well, I do believe yer' getting m' excited Ratch'..." he winced slightly, then gave a sheepish smile, "...befer' we do anythn', can I bother ya in takin' a look at m' arm."

Ratchet grinned, "I'm half tempted to fuck you while your arm is still that just so I could hear your sexy pain filled groans. But since I'm feeling a little nice I'll fix it."
Straightening himself up, Ratchet recovered his serious mood and went to work on Ironhide's arm. All it needed was to be popped back into place.

Ironhide's reply was cut off as Ratchet touched his arm. He clenched his teeth together, determined not to make a sound.

The movement was swift and quick. The arm popped back into place with a dull "POP" noise. Ratchet grimaced as he watched it go back into place. It wasn't a serious injury but it still had to hurt, nonetheless.

A shudder racked Ironhide as he bit his lip, holding back the shout of pain. Damn, he hated that popping sound, it just made it worse.
"Frag...that felt 'bout as good as dislocatin' it in th' first place..." he muttered.

"Well then I'll just have to take your mind off that pain," Ratchet wasted no time in getting straight to his point.
He leaned in for another kiss, making his way down to the tender shoulder, massaging it gently with his lips.

Ironhide gave another shudder, but it was strangely mixed with pain and pleasure as Ratchet kissed his newly relocated arm.

Ironhide's shudders only fueled Ratchet to continue with even more fervency. His need found his way into the space on the bed in between Ironhide's legs, gently laying Ironhide onto his back so as not to hurt his arm.

Ironhide didn't resist, feeling slightly strange that Ratchet had the control, but he didn't care as he was laid onto the bed.

Ratchet nibbled at the other mans neck, kissing it, leaving his mark.
"Since you're injured looks like I'll be doing all the work this time," Ratchet smirked.

Ironhide chuckled, "Looks like, but I don' think I mind." he said, his voice lowering slightly.

Ratchet grinned into the kiss he was delivering the other man, deepening it by using his tongue to part Ironhide's mouth, waiting for entrance.

Ironhide opened his mouth, fully kissing the slightly smaller man on top of him while a smile spread across his lips.

Ratchet began to grind his hips into the man below him. He felt an erection rising quickly below him. He continued working his hips while allowing his hands to travel up Ironhide's shirt.

Ironhide moaned deeply into the kiss as Ratchet's hips grinded against his own, the fabric of his jeans holding back his growing erection. He moved his hands to Ratchet's arms, holding them before letting his fingers travel onto his shoulders. He grimaced, his right arm still hurting, but he tried to ignore it.

Ratchet took notice to the slight grimace that came from the man below him.
He ceased his movements and looked down at Ironhide, worry seeping in, "Ironhide, are you sure this is okay? I don't want to push it if you think it's going to hurt more."

Ironhide gave Ratchet a nod, "I'm fine, no worre's. I've been hurt werse' thn' this 'for." he said.

Ratchet's grin returned. Without a word spoken he went back to what he was previously doing. He skipped trying to take Ironhide's shirt off for fear of hurting him even worse. Instead, he moved down to the lower region. With a teasing grin up at Ironhide he began slowly unbuckling and pulling down the other man's pants, bringing his underclothes with them.

Ironhide tensed as Ratchet unbuckled his belt and gasped as cold air touched his hard cock. He shifted slightly underneath the medic, but did nothing to try and take over the current situation.

Ratchet grinned at the freshly revealed erection. He felt his own pulsing against the weight of his pants. He crouched down onto his knees so that he was face level with Ironhide's throbbing erection. Teasingly, he began kissing and nipping his way up the larger man's legs, slowly making his way towards the prize.

Ironhide shuddered, a moan escaping him as Ratchet teased.
"…Ratch..." he gasped, tensing as the medic made his way up his leg.

Ratchet couldn't help but smile when he heard his name being released alongside a moan from his lover's mouth. Finally, he had reached the erection that looked as if it were going to burst at any moment. He grinned, teasing the tip slightly with his tongue, licking up the droplets of precum that leaked from the top.

Ironhide's hips came up from the bed, another moan pushing past his lips. "Ratchet...please..." he gasped, gritting his teeth.

Ratchet grinned up at Ironhide, suddenly pulling himself away from the erection and stripping himself of his unwanted garments.
"I'm going to ride you," he stated bluntly, positioning himself above the other man.

Ironhide shifted slightly, feeling himself tense. They hadn't done this before...but he wasn't about to stop now.

Ratchet mentally grinned down at the fidgety man beneath him. He sort of liked being in control for once, even though, technically, he was still the "receiver". Slowly, he slid down onto the erect cock beneath him. The excessive precum leaking from Ironhide's erection made it easier for it to go inside. Ratchet bit his lip lightly to keep from crying out when his ass tightened around the familiar cock.

Ironhide gasped, unable to stop himself from bringing his hips up again as Ratchet came down onto him.

A moan escaped Ratchets lips as Ironhide bucked into him even further, hitting the prostate right on. He shuddered as he began to slowly rock his hips, sliding Ironhide's pulsing cock in and out of him causing the walls of his ass to squeeze around it each time it re-entered him.
Ratchet couldn't keep himself from calling out, "Hah! Nnn...!"

"Ah! Oh...Primus Ratchet...!" Ironhide moaned, rocking his hips upward as he gripped at the bed beneath him.

Ratchet began to rock his hips in time with Ironhide's even quicker. With each thrust, Ironhide seemed to go deeper causing sporadic moans to escape from Ratchet's tense lips.

Ironhide kept the rocking movement continuing - keeping in stride with Ratchet's own movements. He gasped and moaned, feeling the tenseness and heat within Ratchet as the medic continued and Ironhide was already feeling like he was going to tip over the edge into an orgasm.

Ratchet gripped Ironhide's sturdy legs behind to for balance and he quickened the pace even more. The heat between the two of them became almost unbearable. He felt himself about to release at any moment. With one hand he gripped his own erection and began to pump furiously, feeling the veins in his throbbing cock working overtime.

"Ah...ah..." Ironhide gasped, his body feeling like it was on fire as he felt himself ready to cum. His thoughts were blurred and the only thing keeping him on his thin line of reality was the tight grip he had on the bed and the grip Ratchet had on his legs.

"Hah...ah...Ironhide!" Ratchet moaned as he released himself, spilling his seed onto the other man's muscular chest.
He did not stop his hip thrusting once he had released. Leaning down, he licked up the spilt cum seductively looking up at his lover.

Ironhide came, giving a faint mewl as he filled Ratchet's inner cavity. He felt his strength leave him as he gave a shudder, a blush across his face as Ratchet began licking his chest.

Ratchet moaned in pleasure as he felt the warm seed fill him. He grinned and leaned up to give Ironhide a salty kiss.
"I think you're better when you're injured!" Ratchet joked with a chuckle.

Ironhide narrowed his eyes a little, smiling faintly.
"Ya sayin' that I should get hurt more?" he asked enjoying the kiss.

"Not terribly, of course. But if it means for you to come see me more often, then yes...that is exactly what i mean," Ratchet smirked between the kisses he was planting on the other mans chin and neckline.

"Right...I'll go test out one of those new weapons tomorrow and see what happens." he said.

He gave a soft moan as Ratchet kissed his neck, closing his eyes and ignoring the faint pain that still came from his right arm. Damn, Ratchet always looked so amazing right after - the clattering of something metal falling to the ground along with several other objects caused him to open his eyes right before hearing,
"BY PRIMUS! Whoa, didn't need to see that!"
Ironhide quickly looked towards the door to see Wheeljack had stumbled back, covering his face and leaning against the frame of the door. The tray he had been carrying had dropped to the ground, the tools on it scattered.