**Ok, not as good as my first chapter, at least I don't think so, but this was the best I could do without taking it too far... yet. SUFFER, YOU SLASH OBSESSED FANGIRLS!! MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA**

Ornery Soldiers and Sadistic Medics - Chapter 2

The door slid open and Ratchet calmly stepped out into the hallway. He didn't glance behind him to make sure the other was following his lead, he didn't need to; Ratchet knew he'd be there. An amused chuckle escaped his vocals at that thought. Oh this had so been worth the wait. Maintaining a steady pace, Ratchet proceeded down the hall smiling to himself as another set of footsteps echoed his own. It was late now by Earth standards and the Autobots, who had readily adapted to the humans' schedules, were either already in their quarters for the evening or working their various night shifts. It was no surprise that not a single Autobot or human was encountered by the time he reached the door leading to his private quarters. No one to see the hungry look on the dark mech following him or the look of anticipation he knew was clear as day on his own faceplates. He quickly entered the code into his door lock and held the door open politely waiting for his guest to enter first.

Ironhide mentally pounded his CPU as if it were Starscream in an attempt to make some semblance of sense out of this situation. This, this was beyond insulting. Here he was, a full grown mech, amongst one of the oldest Cybertronians still functioning, and yet here he was… following Ratchet down the hallway like some Earth canine following it's adolescent human master. No, no that was not an insulting enough analogy to fit this. It was more like one of those smelter pit bound twins chasing after a hubcap rolling down the street merely because it was shiny. Yes, that was a degrading enough image. Ironhide held onto that image in the hopes that he could pull his processor out of his tailpipe long enough to reroute his processing back to his CPU and away from his interfacing equipment.

He felt his spark skip a pulse as Ratchet turned a corner a little further down the hallway. Ironhide refused to admit that his pace increased until he too rounded the corner and regained a visual on the other mech. Ratchet had stopped in front of a door and was inputting a code into the lock panel. Ironhide focused on the brightly colored armor of the other mech as he stepped closer. The symmetrical lines making up the medic's frame and armor plating was actually quite pleasing to the optic. Why had he never noticed that before? Ratchet was holding the door open for him by the time he closed the gap between them. He nearly growled at the smug grin the CMO offered him as he stepped inside the barely lit room.

Ratchet did not get a chance to turn around from securing the door before he was slammed into it, a heavy weight pressing into his frame. He gasped as Ironhide wasted no time in gripping his waist tightly with large hands and dipping his head down to nuzzle at the cabling in his neck. He moaned letting his head fall back giving the larger mech greater access and lost himself to the wonderful sensations that resulted. A low growl was all the warning he got before a bite was administered to a particularly sensitive cable in his neck. Ratchet gasped and clawed at the door riding out the delicious pain that was quickly melting into pleasure as Ironhide sucked and licked at the newly dented cabling.

Ratchet pulled a large quantity of air in through his intakes in an attempt to focus his processor. He berated himself for leaving an opening for the surprise attack. Exactly what did he expect was going to happen once he got the trigger happy and starving mech back into his quarters? He almost hated what he had to do but he couldn't afford to lose control of the situation; not now, he was too close. Using all of his strength, Ratchet pushed off from the door using both hands and pedes shoving both himself and a surprised Ironhide backwards. Still panting, Ratchet quickly got to his pedes and spun around to face the larger mech who was still sitting on his aft looking back in shock. "You fragger! Just exactly what do you think you were doing?!" Oh yes, the confused look in those glazed over optics and the dropped mandible were quite satisfying. "Have you forgotten the pre-conditions of this little rendezvous already?"

"Huh?"

What an intelligent response. Ratchet grinned and folded his arms across his torso while cocking a hip in an arrogant pose. "I'm waiting."

Ironhide stared up in complete and utter stunned confusion. One moment he was relishing in the wonderful sounds he was wringing out of the medic; the next he was on the floor with said mech scrambling off of him. What in the Pit was going on here?! His optic ridges scrunched together as he processed what Ratchet was telling him but was still coming up with nothing even remotely close to an answer. Waiting? Waiting for what? Oh… oh no… he can't possibly… His optics flared brightly as realization hit his central processing unit with the full force of an anti-seeker missile. "Beg? You still want me to beg?! Oh come off it Ratchet! I thought we were passed that! We are in your fraggin' quarters for Primus' sake!" The blank stare and bored expression he got in return was all the answer he needed. Ironhide quickly weighed in his options. Plan A, stand up and walk out with what was left of his pride intact; and end up having to sit in the ocean surf half the night until his systems cooled down. Plan B, bury his pride behind the biggest firewall he could find and get some mech lovin'. Well frag on a stick. Who wants beach sand stuck in their servos anyways?

Making sure to keep his optics locked with the smaller mech, Ironhide slowly got to his knees and shuffled closer.

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