Author's Note: Hello again my loves, I know I warned you in the last chapter, but here it is again as this one actually lives up the Mature rating. This is a YAOI Fan fiction. If you are reading it and you don't like yaoi, no flames as I warned you twice now. I hope everyone enjoys the story 3 Oh, and don't be shy, if I have an oops somewhere Let me know and I'll fix it, or if you'd like to see something happen speak up. I aim to please. On with the story then MoonStorm

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It had been a good few weeks after WheelJack had first met Ratchet. Now it seemed they were welded at the hip, you hardly saw one without the other. It was refreshing to see WheelJack out of the dark hole he calls a workroom and berthroom.

On one such afternoon where they were lounging on a bench in the commons Ratchet decided to ask on of the few things about WheelJack he had yet to know.

"Why are you afraid to go offline?" the mech asked innocently enough. Though Jack cut his optics at him.

"No reason," he replied monotone voiced and with an averted gaze. Clearly this was a sensitive circuit and you couldn't just latch to it without getting a nasty shock. Ratchet kicked himself for expecting it to be molded like hot iron in front of his face. No… he had to approach slowly, testing the heat and slowly cooling it off, or find another way. Being impatient Ratchet went for the alternative.

He started observing the fairly easy going mech's interaction with others to see if he could tell his preferences.

All too soon the semester fell into spring break and everyone's spark was humming with love. Well, those who had someone special to share the time with had said hum.

"Hey WheelJack, what are you doing for spring break?" ratchet popped up with the question, catching the other off guard.

"Oh… um, I don't really have plans," he admitted tapping the tip of his toe to the ground behind his ankle, his way of fidgeting.

"You wanna come with me?"

"Where?"

"The beach, my old man owns it, but he doesn't like to go out this time of year, he waits till its cold."

"Okay," WheelJack shrugged not really thinking much of it. Ratchet on the other hand seemed delighted beyond all reason, making WheelJack wonder what he was up to.

On the way down to the beach WheelJack kept mostly to himself, letting Ratchet talk as he wished, politely answering the questions and offering opinions here and there, singing every now and then, but mostly he was silent staring out the transport's window.

Night was falling just as they arrived, they agreed to go out tomorrow, tonight they would chill in the small apartment. WheelJack didn't mind that there was only one berthroom, though he really didn't mind much of anything. After filling their tanks with energon, it was time for a nice recharge.

They climbed onto the berth, Ratchet falling to recharge almost immediately, WheelJack lay awake for a while longer before he spoke.

"Hey Ratchet?

"Hmn? Yeah what's it?" the other groaned sitting up a little to look at him.

"You see this…" he ran his fingers over his audio lights slowly, remembering.

"Yeah.. What of 'em?"

"They were not part of my original design," he paused in taking a large amount of air. "When I was younger I had a bad accident… the worst I've had yet. The explosion almost destroyed me completely, but I was still online. They rushed me in for emergency repairs at some hack medic, no one else was up at the time of night. They took me offline for the process. When I woke… I was fixed… more so than anyone thought I would be, strange additions made to my body…. I promised myself it would never happen again." WheelJack wouldn't look to Ratchet instead his optics were locked on the floor beside the berth.

Ratchet looked at him for a few moments, taking in the story as if it were a bitter drink, slow and careful. Slowly he moved over to WheelJack and placed a hand on his shoulder the other brushing his cheek lightly making WheelJack turn his face to him. To Ratchet's surprise energon fell from the mech's eyes down his mask, leaving clean tracks through the dust dirt and grime. Ratchet's fingers gently traced said mask, his optics watching the others for any negative reaction as he slipped it off.

The energon kept falling from his optics, now making wet trails down his naked face, his cheeks tinted pink at the exposed feeling as he looked at Ratchet. Ratchet, himself was starring shamelessly at the innocent face that is kept hidden, his optics lingered on WheelJack's lips. Lightly brushing a thumb over them he got a shy smile, he could honestly say he's never seen more beautiful lips on a mech. So delicate and sensitive it made WheelJack shiver when they were touched. Ratchet couldn't help but smile at this, it seemed the rest of him was highly sensitive as well. Ratchet slowly brought his face closer to WheelJack's, when WheelJack looked up slightly their lips brushed together. WheelJack's face turned a bright red as he turned away covering where his mask usually sat.

"Here…" Ratchet offered his mask back, satisfied that he was right. WheelJack wasn't completely put off by the idea of being intimate with another mech, well at least not him. Shy yes, uninterested definitely not.

"Thanks…" he only glanced back to see where the mask was to take it, his face still burning red. "Goodnight…." He settled back to the berth again not facing Ratchet.

"Night," Was the simple reply as the other settled in for recharge as well. When WheelJack woke an arm was draped over his waist and a body rested close to his back. He eased from under the arm and went out to the balcony to take in the early morning quiet of the beach, by midday it would be riddled with laughter and screams of enjoyment as many would be out by the waterside.

Ratchet snaked an arm around his waist, disrupting his thoughts suddenly. It actually made WheelJack jump a little at the contact.

"'Mornin'…" Ratchet said still half asleep.

"Hey," WheelJack allowed himself to relax in the mechs hold, looking back over the rolling water. Their day was filled with much goofing off and laughter. WheelJack's favorite bit was when Ratchet was trying to show off and he tripped over a sand castle. The little sparkling started crying, so they sat and helped rebuild it, since it was Ratchet's fault.

Later when the sun was setting, splashing colors across the horizon they sat quiet on the beach watching the bright day fade to the shadowed night.

"Hey… WheelJack? Ratchet murmured cuddling against him.

"Hmn?" he asked blushing as Ratchet's hands wandered over his body.

"Would you go out with me?" Ratchet gazed into his optics carefully, looking for any bad reaction no matter how slight.

"… Umn. . . "WheelJack looked back at him thinking for a moment before he answered, "Yeah." Beneath his mask he smiled.

"Great!" Ratchet exclaimed before pouncing on the mech, stealing his mask and giving him a deep passionate kiss. WheelJack melted under the other, his body giving a soft groan as he wriggled and lightly pushed at the assertive body on top of him.

When the kiss broke Ratchet panted mildly, "You wanna take this inside?" WheelJack simply nodded wanting to be embarrassed where no one would see.

Ratchet lead the way, not being very quiet as he kept pushing the other against the walls and railing of the stairs while kissing and groping him. By the time their apartment door flew open WheelJack was pulling at Ratchet's armor.

Ratchet grinned and slid his hands over his partner's chassis to the holds on either side, with a light snap the armor loosened and was set aside. He continued at a slow pace torturing WheelJack as he made him wait. Ratchet knelt and started on his leg armor teasing his thighs with gentle fingers. The sensations made WheelJack shudder with pleasure.

"Ready?" Ratchet asked standing again to remove his own armor. WheelJack's face turned a bright red as he watched able to nod only as his voice systems failed.

"Let's see…" ratchet grinned and deftly removed the other cod piece, the last bit of armor on him. WheelJack whimpered turning his optics offline as Ratchet purred, "Oh yes… defiantly ready." He brushed his finger tips over WheelJack's pale throbbing member as he captured his lips. His own manhood begged to be let out, cramped in the space. Resisting, he lead the other to the berth.

Ratchet gently guided WheelJack to lay on his stomach, climbing behind him Ratchet removed his cod piece and pressed to WheelJack's tail pipe.

"Ah…" WheelJack gasped in surprise and squirmed a little. Ratchet's calm hands quieted him as they slid over his body. WheelJack gasped as two of Ratchet's fingers ventured into his pipe careful and slow as his other hand slid down his chest to his cable. As a result WheelJack moaned and clung to the berth's covers.

"Are you sure…?" Ratchet asked quietly over his audio intake systems. The pinned mech could only nod, his mind nothing but static as his body was riddled with electric energy long pent up with his curiosity, now unbridled. This was not something WheelJack wished to pass up especially when he will be sharing it with a mech that makes his spark sing.

Ratchet's hands flitted over WheelJack's body making him squirm, though it stopped abruptly when Ratchet slid his cable into his pipe. Ratchet moaned low and deep as he bit his bottom lip, WheelJack gasped and squeezed his optic shut. As ratchet set an easy pace WheelJack cried out softly, ratchet fought the urge to overload as he continued to thrush his cable in and out. Both of their internal cooling systems gave a heave as Ratchet began to thrust faster, a bit more rough as well.

WheelJack groaned and squirmed his hands had a death grip on the bedding below him. Ratchet murmured low over his audio receptors, "Mmn… WheelJack…" One of his hands crept to caress his cable. The touch made WheelJack clench around Ratchet as he overloaded, his back arched some as he went limp.

Ratchet gasped in surprise and overloaded with him a low moan escaping him as he lay over WheelJack, both deep in recharge.