**Sorry bout the wait folks. Am finally at the new base an so should be able to get a few chapters out here an there between training. So call off the murder ninjas for cryin out loud!**

Ornery Soldiers and Sadistic Medics - Chapter 3

Fingers trembled slightly as they ghosted over the edge of the bright yellow painted metal making up Ratchet's lower calf armor. The large silver digits were far more accustomed to causing pain and destruction rather than the sensual feather light caresses Ironhide was attempting to work out of them now. He leaned in and trailed his lips along the inner edge of the calf armor while his hands slid up to grasp the back of Ratchet's thighs. "Please." The whisper was meant to be felt more than heard as his lips maintained contact on the warming metal beneath. Meeting no resistance, Ironhide dared to worm his fingers deeper and traced the tires making up the medic's upper thighs. Another "please" was breathed as he raised himself to a higher position and kissed the metal strut above Ratchet's left knee. The action produced a low moan from the smaller mech and Ironhide's optics flared brightly in response.

The back of Ratchet's helm made a light thud as it fell back against the wall beside the door. Ironhide's ministrations on his legs had rendered the extremities to a quivering mass and their ability to keep him upright was questionable without the wall's help. He had expected the old warrior to put up more of a fight. Who knew that the larger mech was capable of such… Ratchet's train of thought came to a complete halt as he felt warm air expelled across the armor protecting his interface equipment. Ratchet shuttered his optics and took a deep breath of air through his vents in an attempt to cool his rapidly overheating systems. He was quickly losing control of this situation and that was just not acceptable. He re-opened the optic shutters at the sound of yet another whispered "please" from the other mech. He reached out to slide a finger along one of Ironhide's finials earning a deep purr in return. The purr turned to a very undignified squeak as Ratchet pinched the dark metal and pulled the other's helm back away from his interface armor. "No." He straightened from the wall and moved to step around the kneeling mech.

Ironhide reached out suddenly and grabbed the other mech by an ankle causing Ratchet to stumble forwards onto the floor. "Get yer fine yellow aft back here." Ratchet spun around onto his back and snarled while trying to kick off Ironhide's grip on his ankle. Ironhide returned the snarl with a loud growl and crawled over until he loomed over the other mech. "What are you playing at medic? What is your game?" He lowered his head until their facial plates were a mere inches apart. "I begged, I kneeled before yer royal CMO-ness, Pit… I literally kissed yer pedes!"

Ratchet tried to halt a nervous swallow as the larger mech glared down at him. The concept of making Ironhide beg had been borrowed from the humans; it was suggested that if a mate was willing to go through such trials to reach their 'goal' that there were true feelings involved. He wanted the other mech to want him, to truly want him, not choose him because there were so few alternatives. But now, now there were more than enough mechs and femmes on this planet to choose from. Since before the Allspark had been launched from Cybertron he had felt his spark gravitate towards the old warrior; but he needed to be sure. He did not want a one night 'face.'

Ironhide growled at the lack of response from the other. He brought his lips down onto Ratchet's in a hard brutal kiss. He pulled back after a time and grinned at the shocked expression below him. "Know what I think? I think you want this more than I do. I think you want me to just take you right here on the…"

Frag yes! No! No, you need to want this more! Ratchet heaved his heavier frame to the side and managed to roll with the other mech until their positions were reversed. He quickly dug his fingers into the gaps between the pelvic and cod piece armor and gripped, hard. Ironhide's mandible opened wide as did his optics in a mixed expression of shock, pain, and more importantly, pleasure. Ratchet leaned down resting his lips against the other's audios. "And I think you do too much thinking for a warrior. Now, do you want me?"

Ironhide let out a small cough and nodded his head.

"Answer me" Ratchet growled.

"Yes, for the love of Primus yes!"

"Then you will abide by my rules."

"Anything you say Ratch."

"Anything is a dangerous word Ironhide. What if I said that I wanted to bring you to the verge of overload time and again but never let you experience it?"

Ironhide's optics stared back at the bright azure optics of the slightly smaller mech. "I'd say I deserved it." Had Ratchet's optics always been that intense?

"And what if I wanted to just lay there and let you pleasure me without a single touch in return?"

"I'd feel honored at the chance to please ya." Primus, where has this Ratchet been hidin' all my life?

"It can be taught." Ratchet dragged his face down alongside the side of Ironhide's until he reached the cabling of his neck and bit down until he felt a slight trickle of fluid run down his jaw. The action caused the larger mech to buck off the floor with a scream. Ratchet released the cable and grabbed Ironhide's wrists forcing them to the floor above his helm. "You will not move again."

Ironhide forced his body to remain utterly still despite the feeling of something dripping from what had to be a Pit of a bite mark on his neck. The initial sting from the bite was quickly becoming pure bliss as Ratchet returned to the area and began to softly mouth the tender cabling. The medic lazily slid down his frame, his fingers expertly tracing between armor in his wake. Ironhide ground his dentals together and dug his fingers into the floor plating in an attempt to keep from moving or even calling out.

"You are doing very well" Ratchet mumbled against the dark plating protecting Ironhide's abdomen.

Without thinking, Ironhide replied with a strangled "thank you." He yelped as a solid smack of metal on rubber sounded loudly in the room quickly followed by a stinging sensation on the side of his right aft where Ratchet had literally spanked him.

"Shut up."

Ironhide shuttered his optics and gave into the wonderful sensations that the medic was producing across his body. He definitely had to make sure this was not a one time deal. A hiss nearly escaped his vocals when he felt a clever glossa tease the edges of his cod piece. Frag him, frag his fingers, and frag his smelter pit of a glossa! Cold air made contact with his exposed interface equipment. The sound of his cod piece landing on the floor somewhere on the other side of the room seemed to echo ominously. Holy Primus!

"Do you want to touch me?"

Question. He asked a question, does this mean I can talk? Is this a trick? Slag, what do I do? Damn, why did Primus gift mechs with enough energon to support a processor and interface equipment but not at the same fraggin' time?!

Ratchet glanced up and chuckled at the look on consternation on the other's facial plates. "I give you permission to answer."

"Yes, let me… unh…!"

Ratchet grinned as he worked his fingers deeper into Ironhide's hip joints while teasing the exposed ports and wires of the weapons specialist's interface panel with his glossa. "Let you what?"

"Please, oh please, let me… oh Primus for the love of… ouch! Damnit Ratchet that's sensitive!"

"You may touch."

**On a side note I originally had Ironhide using his "greater weight" to pin Ratchet down. I was corrected by my friend who stated that Ratchet, because of his redundant systems, weighs 6.7 tons while Ironhide weighs in at 3.8 tons. HOLY WEIGHT WATCHERS BATMAN!!! Someone put Ratchet on Jenny Craig or something!!**