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Chapter 2

Primus, this was intolerable!

Ratchet slammed his head down onto his desk, letting out a frustrated snarl. Two fragging weeks! Two fragging Earth weeks he had had to deal with this fragging heat cycle! And it wasn't going to end any time soon!

Every mech's heat cycle last a different length of time. For Ratchet, he had done the calculations and found that he was going to be dealing with a heat cycle for the next four weeks on top of the two he had already dealt with!

Six fragging weeks of a heat cycle was going to practically drive Ratchet up the wall! He just wasn't sure that he was going to be able to deal with it for that long!

Ratchet finally looked up from his arms at the pile of work he had to do. He hadn't been able to do as much recently, and the only reason that Prowl had no clue that he was falling behind was because Wheeljack had started helping his spark twin with his paperwork.

Wheeljack understood how frustrating and hard it was to try to work while in the middle of a heat cycle. He always found himself unable to concentrate even on his inventions, which were what he loved, while on a heat cycle.

Ratchet groaned. As much as he had appreciated Wheeljack and Skyfire's help for the past week, he just couldn't ask them to do that anymore. They were bonded, and Ratchet always felt horrible for it. Yes, he understood that the heat cycle was not his fault and that they only wanted to help him, but Ratchet felt like he was using them, which he was, and he just couldn't live with that kind of guilt anymore.

Ratchet leaned back in his chair once more as he raised his foot to press against his desk. He felt like he had done this more in the last few weeks than he had in his entire existence! Ratchet sighed as he slid back his interfacing panel and flipped his own fingers into his valve. It wasn't the best, but at least it did help on some level.


"Prowl." Jazz whined.

"No." Prowl stated.

"But-"

"No."

"Can't we-"

"No."

"Just for a -"

"No."

"I love you."

Prowl sighed before he turned to look at his lover.

Jazz had his visor off, showing Prowl his face. He rarely had his visor off, and when he did, it was normally only when he and Prowl were alone.

Currently, the two were in Prowl's office where Jazz was doing everything in his power to convince Prowl into interfacing with him real quickly while Prowl was using every ounce of self-control that he had to go through with it. He had work to do, and he simply couldn't drop everything to bend Jazz over his desk and take him, no matter how tempting it was.

"Jazz, you know that I love you, but I have work that I have to do. I can't just push all of this aside." Prowl told him.

"Just five kliks."

Prowl growled. "Jazz, it's never just five kliks with you. Five turns into ten. Ten turns into twenty. We normally end up at two joor if not more, and then it's my aft that gets chewed out because I don't have my work done."

"Prowler, we all know that Prime doesn't chew anyone out. He's probably the most patient mech on the whole base." Jazz said.

"He has to be with the bunch we have. If I was the leader, the entire team would be in the brig ninety-nine percent of the time." Prowl stated.

"At least the twins would have company." Jazz stated.

Prowl glared at him.

"Come on, Prowl. Just one round." Jazz pleaded.

"No! For Primus sake, Jazz, when I don't get work done, I have to explain it to Optimus, and I certainly can't tell him that I don't get my work done because I'm too busy fragging his TIC." Prowl snarled.

"He knows we're bonded, though."

"That's beside the point!"

Jazz hopped up onto the desk by Prowl. "Come on, Prowl. We can use this desk for a more than just work." Jazz smirked. "Not like it would be first time that we used this desk for a bit more."

Prowl growled once more before he threw a punch at Jazz that the special ops mech easily avoided, getting away from Prowl quickly.

"Out!" Prowl demanded.

"All right, Prowler. Maybe you'll be in the mood later." Jazz replaced his visor before he left the office.

Prowl relaxed and went back to work. As much as he loved the spy, he couldn't drop everything just to interface with him, even if it did sound like a good idea. Primus, how many times had Jazz actually convinced him to do that and Prowl didn't get the majority of his work done that day? Prowl was always the one who had to tell Optimus that he never got all his work done, which always surprised the red and blue mech. Prowl had a sneaking suspicion that Optimus knew why he hadn't gotten all his work done those times, but who knew? Maybe Prime was oblivious to that fact. He certainly didn't seem to be taken with any mech here.


Wheeljack and Skyfire were relaxing in the rec room. The two were taking a break from their experiments for the time being, and they were the only ones in the rec room at the time.

"So, how's Ratchet doing?" Skyfire asked.

"In desperate need of a good frag." Wheeljack replied. He shook his helm. "I wish that he wasn't so stubborn. All we want to do is help him deal with his problem. He needs the help, and we're offering."

"You know, Ratchet, though. He doesn't feel comfortable because we're a bonded pair, plus we've never shown interest in interfacing with anyone other than each other. He just isn't comfortable with that." Skyfire pointed out.

"I know. I just hate it because he's falling behind with his work. I know Ratchet and being behind is killing him." Wheeljack stated.

"I didn't realize he was behind." Skyfire murmured.

Wheeljack nodded before taking a drink of his energon. "Oh yeah. He spends half of his time in his office working and the other half with his fingers in his own valve." Wheeljack shook his head. "As much as I'm in there helping him, I could help him deal with this heat cycle as well."

"You can't force it on him, Wheeljack. Besides, Ratchet is a stubborn mech, and I don't think that he's going to accept from anyone, bonded or not." Skyfire stated.

"I know. You virtually have to be feeling him up just to get him to give in." Wheeljack shook his head. "I just wish I could help him more. The only reason I'm helping him with his work us because I know that Prowl's going to notice he's falling behind at some point, and I know that Ratchet doesn't want to have to tell Prowl that the reason he can't concentrate on his work is because he's in the middle of a heat cycle with no help."

"Hmm. I can't blame him. We all know that Prowl and Jazz have the tendency to pull other mechs into their interfacing games. Primus knows those two would take complete advantage of Ratchet in this." Skyfire thought about that a moment. "Then again, that might not be such a bad thing. It would definitely help Ratchet out."

"Maybe, but he'd rip out our vocalizers along with our interfacing circuitry if we ever said that to him." Wheeljack stated.

"Which is why I intend to keep that to myself." Skyfire replied.

"Agreed." Wheeljack had no intention of meeting Primus any time soon, and he most certainly was not going to piss his brother off.


Jazz hadn't actually meant to listen in to the conversation that Wheeljack and Skyfire were having. He had just been planning to go to the rec room and relax since Prowl hadn't given in to him this time. He had planned to just go into the room and join Skyfire and Wheeljack until he had heard the topic of their conversation. He couldn't resist the urge to listen to what was being said.

Jazz had been shocked to learn that their medic was in the middle of a heat cycle. He hadn't heard of anyone having a heat cycle since the war started, but Jazz also knew that Ratchet didn't have the number of patients that he did back on Cybertron, so his adrenaline didn't have the outlet the rest of them did. Ratchet didn't go out into the battles as often as the others.

A wide grin spread across the spy's face. Oh, this was too good to pass up! He and Prowl had wanted to find a way to get the medic into their berth for a long time. They only tried to seduce mechs who were not involved with someone else, and Ratchet most certainly was on that list.

Jazz turned and headed back to Prowl's office. He had to talk to the tactician about this.


Prowl had gotten a little bit of work done when the door to his office opened. He sighed once more as he recognized the signature of his bonded. Honestly, why couldn't Jazz just take a hint? He needed to get all this done and then he would make time for his lover.

Jazz walked over to the desk before he placed his hands down on the desk. "Oh, Prowler." Jazz said in a singsong voice.

Prowl glanced up and noticed the devious smirk on the sky's faceplates. "Jazz, you are not going to manage to seduce me. I know your tricks, and they're not going to work."

"I know, Prowler, but I just heard an interesting conversation that I think we can use to work to getting the medic at last." Jazz stated.

Prowl raised an optic ridge in interest. He had always found Ratchet physically appealing. Jazz would be the only one he would ever love, but he enjoyed dragging others into their interfacing. Always willing, of course. Autobots didn't force others into interfacing. "And what would that be?"

Jazz broke out into what humans would call an ear-splitting grin. "Let's just say our medic has something going on that we can help him with."


Ratchet had been a little surprised when he had been commed by Prowl and asked to come to his office at the conclusion of his shift. Ratchet didn't think that he had done anything earn the SIC's ire, although with Prowl, you never know.

Ratchet frowned. He hoped that Prowl hadn't noticed that he had been slacking in his work a bit. That was one conversation that he most definitely didn't want to have with the tactician.

At the end of his shift, Ratchet left his office and the medbay before heading for Prowl's office. He just hoped that Jazz wasn't there. The last time he had come, he had walked in on Jazz and Prowl. Not what he expected, though it was better than walking in on the twins. That sent a shudder through Ratchet.

Once at the door to Prowl's office, Ratchet reached out and knocked. He figured if Prowl was busy, he'd come back.

"Come in." Prowl said.

Ratchet walked into the office. He found that Prowl was at his desk working on a datapad.

Prowl looked up when he saw that Ratchet had come in. "Ratchet, sit down."

Ratchet did as he had been told. "You asked to see me, sir."

"Yes. I did. I needed to talk to you about work. I've noticed that you're not getting your work done as fast as you usually do." Prowl stated.

Ratchet internally winced. He had prayed that this was not what the mech wanted to talk about. "I know, and I'm sorry. I've had a bad few days. I'll try to get caught back up by the end of the breem."

"Is there anything going on, Ratchet? Any problems?" Prowl's tone did not betray any emotion.

"No. Nothing is wrong." Ratchet was certainly not telling the SIC that he was in the middle of a heat cycle.

"Are you sure? If this keeps up, I am going to have to report this to Prime. He needs to know when one of his soldiers is slacking off." Prowl stated.

That sent a wave of panic through Ratchet. The last thing the medic wanted was for Optimus to find out about this. Primus knew that he was fighting with himself to not follow through with his lust and just jump the red and blue mech. "No! It's nothing. Just a personal problem. I can deal with it."

Prowl then smirked.

That smirk startled Ratchet more than anything.

"Oh, I know that it's personal, but not something easily dealt with on your own." Prowl stated.

"Wha-" Ratchet never got to finish the thought as he was suddenly grabbed from behind and physically turned before he was slammed down onto Prowl's desk, sending the datapads flying everywhere.

Prowl didn't particularly care about the datapads at this moment. He had other concerns. Like fragging Ratchet.

Jazz smirked down at the medic. "Hiya, Ratchet."

"Jazz, what are you doing?" Ratchet snarled. He tried to get up, but quickly found that his wrists were being held down to the desk that he was now lying on by Prowl.

Prowl smirked down at the medic as well. "You know, Jazz heard an interesting conversation between Skyfire and Wheeljack today."

"Yeah. Something about you being in the middle of a heat cycle and not accepting their assistance anymore." Jazz stated.

Ratchet's optics widened. Those two were in so much slag the next time he got his hands on them!

"They also said something about Wheeljack helping you with your work because you weren't able to concentrate most of the time." Prowl looked at Jazz. "What was it they said his time was split between again?"

"I believe that Wheeljack mentioned that half his time in his office was spent doing his work while the other half of his time was spent with his fingers in his own valve." Jazz smirked at Ratchet again. "You know, Ratch, I went through a heat cycle myself once before the war, and it about killed me. I wanted to jump every mech that I came across."

Ratchet swallowed thickly. "I hardly wanted to do that."

"We're all friends on the ship. We would all be happy to help you out, Ratch. Most of us have been there. We know what it's like." Jazz told him seriously.

"Agreed. You need the help, and any of us would be happy to give you that help." Prowl added.

Ratchet started struggling against Prowl, but the tactician was a great deal stronger than him, so Ratchet didn't have much of a chance of getting away. "Come on you two. Let me go!"

"Not a chance, Ratchet. You need help, and we're going to give it to you. Just leave it to 'ole Jazz and Prowl. We'll take good care of you." Jazz said.

Ratchet glared at the spy. "I'll kill you for his, Jazz!"

Jazz snickered. "Maybe, but you can't deny that a good frag would do you a world of good. If you don't want us to help you again after today, I get it, but at least let us help you today." Jazz told him.

Ratchet started to protest, saying that he didn't want his help. Prowl's either.

However, before Ratchet could voice his protest, Jazz had leaned down and pressed his lips to Ratchet's, stopping any protest. Ratchet wanted to fight it, wanted to protest, wanted to slam his wrench into Jazz's head about a hundred times, but at that point, the heat cycle had take over and lust was all that Ratchet knew. He moaned into the kiss even as he opened his mouth.

Jazz happily took the chance to slide his own glossa into Ratchet's mouth. He explored the mouth thoroughly, enjoying the sounds that Ratchet was making.

Prowl watched with interest. He had found it a great deal easier to hold the medic down since he wasn't fighting anymore. It might have been underhanded, but at least they were giving Ratchet the help he needed. "Primus, you two look hot like this." Prowl muttered.

Jazz broke the kiss and smirked at his bonded. "Enjoying the show?"

"Like you wouldn't believe." Prowl replied.

Ratchet groaned. He knew he was going to regret this later on, but he did need the help. He figured that he might as well give in to the two. They were bound to get their way regardless. "Would you two stop talking and just frag me already?"

Jazz smirked down at the medic. "Giving in?"

"If only to get some relief!" Ratchet snarled.

Jazz and Prowl smirked at that.

Jazz started to trail his fingers over Ratchet's interfacing panel.

Ratchet leaned his helm back and groaned at that. He slid his interfacing panel back, needing one of them to actually spike him now!

Jazz reached down from his place between Ratchet's legs and slid his fingers through the lubricant on Ratchet's inner thighs. "Man. You really are wet." He slipped his fingers inside of the valve.

"I'm in the middle of a slagging heat cycle, Jazz! Of course I am! I pretty much stay that way!" Ratchet snarled.

"Ooo, someone's testy." Jazz teased as he allowed his other hand to trail over Ratchet's armor, finding his ways between the plantings to tug at wires.

Ratchet groaned at that. Primus, Jazz was good.

Prowl chuckled. "You know, Jazz. I think that he wants you to do something else."

"I know he does, and I will. In time."

Ratchet started to snap at him, but was but off when Prowl leaned over him and pressed his lips to the medic's, kissing him rather fiercely. He forcefully shoved his glossa into Ratchet's mouth, causing Ratchet to moan.

Jazz dropped to his knees between Ratchet's legs before he leaned forward to lick at Ratchet's valve.

Ratchet arched up at that, crying out into Prowl's mouth.

Jazz continued to lick slowly at Ratchet's valve. He traced the very edges of the valve before he slowly worked his way in, sliding his glossa into Ratchet's valve.

Ratchet keened into the kiss with Prowl.

:So, how does he taste?: Prowl asked.

:Wonderful.: Jazz replied.

Jazz continued to toy with Ratchet's valve for a few moments before he decided to give Ratchet what he really wanted. He stood back up and slid back the cover of his spike allowing his spike to extend.

Prowl finally broke the rough kiss with Ratchet.

Ratchet was panting as he attempted to regain his breath. Primus, but Prowl was good at kissing.

Jazz lined his spike up with Ratchet's valve and gripped the medic's hips before he thrust all the way into the wet valve.

"AH!" Ratchet screamed as he felt the thick spike fill him completely, stretching him.

Prowl chuckled. "Jazz is a bit bigger than average." He kept his hands tight on Ratchet's wrist. He knew Jazz wouldn't be happy to have Ratchet ruin his paint job.

Jazz had stayed still to let Ratchet adjust to his size. He might have wanted the medic, but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt him.

Ratchet panted before growling. "Jazz, please! Do something!"

Jazz didn't answer. Only pulled out until only the tip of his spike was left inside of Ratchet before he slammed back in. Hard.

Ratchet screamed at that as he arched up as much as he could into it with Prowl's hold on his hands.

Jazz stated a steady, rough pace with Ratchet. He knew that the old medic could handle it.

:Well?" Prowl prodded.

:Primus, but he's tight!: was all Jazz could manage.

Prowl chuckled. He was looking forward to his own chance with Ratchet then.

Ratchet hated that he needed this so much, but he did. That fragging heat cycle was messing with his processors, but right now, he just wanted someone to do this, and if that someone was Jazz and Prowl, then so be it. Not like he had another mech to go to. At least not one that he thought would help him.

A particularly well aimed and deep thrust struck those sensors at the back of Ratchet's valve, causing the medic to release a loud scream.

"Hmm, oh, yes. Primus, yes!" Jazz groaned as he picked up the pace.

Prowl was finding himself getting very turned on at this sight. He had to fight the urge to overload himself. After all, he might as well wait until he had his turn with the medic.

Ratchet just couldn't take anymore as he overloaded with a loud cry.

Jazz felt Ratchet's valve become painfully tight around his spike as he overloaded, filling Ratchet's valve with his own lubricant.

Ratchet collapsed back against the desk, panting. Primus, but that felt good.

Prowl leaned down so that his lips were by the medic's audio receivers. "I really hope you're not done because I haven't had my chance with you yet."

Ratchet whimpered at that thought.

Jazz smirked at that as he pulled out of Ratchet. He walked around to the other side of the desk before he took over keeping Ratchet pinned down to the desk.

Prowl then took his place between Ratchet's legs. "Hope you don't mind, but foreplay is Jazz's thing, not mine. I prefer to get right to it." Prowl told Ratchet as he extended his spike.

Ratchet didn't care at this point. As long as they were fragging him, they could do this however they wanted.

Prowl lined his spike up with Ratchet's valve before grabbed the medic's hips and slammed into Ratchet, pulling Ratchet's hips forward to meet his thrust, making it even harder.

Ratchet released a loud scream at that.

:Good thing your office is soundproofed. Primus knows what the others would think if they heard all this.: Jazz stated.

:I had that done because of you. You're loud when you're on the bottom, Jazzy. Not that I mind.: Prowl stated.

:I know you don't. You try to get me to scream louder very time.: Jazz replied.

Prowl turned his focus back to Ratchet and trying to bring him to yet another overload. He tightened his hands on Ratchet's hips so much that he dented the armor plating there, but Ratchet didn't care. Prowl thrust in fast and hard into Ratchet repeatedly, enjoying how Ratchet's valve clenched around his spike, squeezing him just right. Jazz had certainly been right about how tight Ratchet was.

Ratchet couldn't contain his cries of pleasure at being fragged so hard. He needed this. He needed it now as much as he had needed it when Skyfire and Wheeljack had been the ones fragging him. Needed it because of the heat cycle and because of the fact that he just wanted to feel another mech. Being alone wasn't all that it was cracked up to be.

Prowl's fast pace had easily pushed Ratchet over the edge for the second time. Ratchet overloaded powerfully, rocking his entire frame.

The harsh clenching of Ratchet's valve threw the tactician into overload as well.

Jazz smirked. "Told you we'd take care of you." Ratchet merely groaned.

Jazz looked at his lover. "So, Prowler. What do you think? Continue with him here or clean up here and take this to our room."

"I say our room." Prowl replied.

Ratchet groaned. He had a good idea that he was in for a long night.

"Oh, and Ratchet."

Ratchet looked wearily at Prowl as the tactician pulled out of him.

Prowl smirked and said, "You're off the hook with your work until the end of this heat cycle."


Ratchet sat at his desk with his head resting in his arms. Primus, but all he wanted to do was go back to his quarters, climb into his berth, and slip into recharge.

Prowl and Jazz had been rather thorough with him the night before. The two never did anything halfway, and they certainly had sated him the night before.

Unlike Wheeljack and Skyfire, who allowed the medic to get some form of recharge when they were helping him, Prowl and Jazz didn't give him the chance to do much recharging, resulting in his being very tired.

Dimly, Ratchet wondered if he could get away with a little recharging time before his heat cycle kicked back in.

First Aid was a very competent assistant who would make a great medic in his own right one day. He could handle anything that was thrown at him as long as it wasn't too major.

Ratchet sighed. He certainly didn't need to be tending to patients when he was so exhausted. He commed First Aid.

:Sir?: First Aid responded.

:Aid, I have some work that I need to catch up on. Unless it's something that you can't handle, leave me alone and handle the infirmary.: Ratchet ordered.

:Yes, sir.:

Ratchet could count on First Aid to leave him alone and make sure that everyone else left him alone. With that, Ratchet rested his head on his arms before he allowed himself to drift off into a necessary recharge.


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