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Chapter 3
Ratchet was seriously considering committing mental suicide. At least then he would be spared the horror that he was currently undergoing.
Somehow, it had gotten out into the base that Ratchet was in the middle of a heat cycle, and all of the mechs were offering to help Ratchet. And the twins were taking advantage of the fact that Ratchet was under the influence of the heat cycle to try to get him into their berth.
Ratchet was currently holed up in his office with no intention whatsoever of stepping foot outside of his office for the next four weeks unless it was for a medical emergency. It was the only way that he was going to stop the other mechs from offering their help. It was rather difficult for Ratchet to turn down their help when they were standing right in front of him during a lust-induced state all thanks to the fragging heath cycle!
Ratchet buried his face in his hands as he thought about the last few days. He had been fragged by Smokescreen, Blaster, and Tracks. All three mechs had been willing in it, and they were all glad to help out the medic. After all, he "helped them so many times they just wanted to return the favor" as they had put it.
Ratchet fought the urge to pick up his desk and throw it against the wall as hard as he could. Primus knew that it was the only thing that was going to make him happy right then. Unless another mech offered to frag him.
NO! NO! NO! NO!
Ratchet forced those thoughts from his processors. The last thing he needed was for another willing mech to find him in the middle of his heat cycle.
The only thing that Ratchet had to be grateful for was the fact that Optimus was completely oblivious to the fact that he was in the middle of a heat cycle. He knew that Optimus would willingly help him, but that was the last thing he needed. He didn't want a mercy frag from his commander, one of his closest friends, and his secret love. It would do more harm than good when the heat cycle ended and Optimus wouldn't touch him anymore.
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker had made the mistake of threatening to tell Optimus about the heat cycle. Ratchet had told them that if they did, then he would rip out their interfacing circuitry and never replace it. That had scared the twins into keeping their mouths shut.
Ratchet still didn't know what he was going to do. He needed to find a way to deal with this, but for the foreseeable future, he was going to have to frag whatever mech would let him. Primus knew he'd be doing a lot of apologizing when this fragging heat cycle was over.
Ironhide was heading down the hall toward the medbay. After hearing that Ratchet was in the middle of a heat cycle, the warrior had decided that he would offer his help to his friend. He harbored no more feelings for Ratchet than friendship, but he would gladly help his friend out in time of need. After all that Ratchet had done for them over the years, it was the least that he could do.
"OUT! OUT! OUT!"
Ratchet sudden shout had Ironhide jumping. What in the name of Primus had happened?
"But Ratchet-" Sideswipe started.
"No! If either one of you ever mention this to me again, I swear by the holy spark of Primus himself that I will rip out your interfacing circuitry and stuff it down your throats! And then I'll hand you over to Ironhide and tell him to use you both for target practice! Now get out of my infirmary and don't come back unless it's medically related!" Ratchet snarled angrily.
Two blurs of yellow and red sped past Ironhide with such speed that had Ironhide's sensors not warned him, Ironhide would have been bowled over by the twins. Ironhide watched as they disappeared around the corner. Ironhide came to the conclusion that Ratchet pissed off while in the middle of a heat cycle was worse than a regular pissed off Ratchet.
Ironhide walked warily into the infirmary and found Ratchet was kneeling on the floor as he picked up a wrench. He figured that Ratchet had used the wrench to knock Sideswipe and Sunstreaker around a bit before the yelling that he heard.
First Aid stood to the side, looking a bit nervous. He also was a bit wary of his mentor. The assistant caught Ironhide's optics.
Ironhide opened a private communication with First Aid. :So, were the twins trying to coerce him into letting them help him out?:
:Unfortunately. As you can see, he didn't take well to it. He might be in the middle of a heat cycle, but even he has a line that he's drawn when it comes to interfacing. Not that I blame him. Not sure I'd want the twins touching me, either.: First Aid replied.
Ironhide nodded. He couldn't disagree with that. Only a mech with either low standards or no standards at all would allow those twins to interface with them.
Ratchet finally noticed the weapon's specialist. "What is it, Ironhide? How'd you hurt yourself this time around?"
"Not hurt for a change. The Decepticons have been a bit on the quiet side." Ironhide frowned. "Has me kind of worried, actually."
Ratchet nodded. He had a pretty good idea what Ironhide had come here for. What most of the mechs had come to talk to him about.
First Aid also had a good idea. "I'm supposed to be meeting my brothers for a little practice. Prime wants us to be ready as Defensor should the need arise."
Ratchet nodded. "Go on, First Aid. I'll be fine on my own for a while."
First Aid quickly left.
Ratchet sighed before turning to fully face Ironhide.
Ironhide opened his mouth to speak.
Ratchet held up his hand. "Save it. The last thing I need is for the twins to hear anything." He then turned and headed for the door that led back to his office.
Ironhide followed without a second thought.
Ratchet punched in the code to his office. Once the doors were open, he walked into the office and headed right for his desk chair. Better to put as much distance between himself and Ironhide as possible. At least for the time being.
Ironhide shut and locked the door behind him. "All right, Ratch. Talk."
Ratchet groaned. "Ironhide, do you really need me to say anything? I think about the whole base knows."
"Not the whole base. We've managed to keep Optimus from finding out." Ironhide assured him as he walked over to sit in the chair across from Ratchet.
"I still don't see how that happened." Ratchet muttered.
Ironhide smirked. "Well, a few well placed threats from the SIC, TIC, weapon's specialist, and mad scientist had everyone willingly staying quiet. After all, no one wants to face Prowl, Jazz, or me when we're pissed off, and there isn't a single one of them who would want to be punished by being made 'Jack's assistant for whatever failed experiment he comes up with next." Ironhide smirked.
Ratchet sighed. "I appreciate it. The last thing I need is Prime finding out."
Ironhide watched Ratchet for a moment. "Still in love with him?"
"After being in love with him for so long, do you really think I'm going to stop?" Ratchet asked.
"You do realize that Prime would be happy to help you out with this." Ironhide pointed out.
Ratchet gave him a bitter smile. "I know, Hide. The problem is that it would stop once the heat cycle was over, and I don't think my spark could take it."
Ironhide nodded. He had known for a long time that Ratchet was in love with Optimus and he had never said anything other than he thought that Ratchet needed to tell the Prime how he felt.
Ratchet sighed. "I get the feeling you came here for a bit more than that."
Ironhide smiled. "Well, you need the help, I'm not in a relationship with anyone, and we're old friends, so I'm willing to help out."
Ratchet groaned before slamming his head down on the desk. Hard.
Ironhide raised an optic ridge.
"I am so sick and tired of hearing that fragging phrase! In the last few weeks, those words are all I've heard!" Ratchet moaned.
"Oh. Sorry."
Ratchet raised his head. "It's not that I don't appreciate the offers of help, but I hate that I have to do this."
"I know, Ratch. It's just something you're going to have to deal with. At least for now."
"Another three and a half weeks before this ends. And then I can go back to being normal." Ratchet muttered. His hands were clenching tightly. He could feel the beginnings of another bout of lust and heat coming on.
Ironhide watched his friend for a moment before he stood up and walked around to him.
"Hide, don't-" Ratchet started.
Ironhide didn't say a word. He merely shoved the chair backwards so that it was pressed against the wall.
"Hide! What the slag!" Ratchet shouted.
Ironhide leaned over and placed both hands on the arms of the chair, one on each side, trapping Ratchet.
"Hide." Ratchet's voice was strained.
"Ratch. You need the help. I don't have feelings for you just like you don't have feelings for me. But I'm willing to help you out. Even if it's just for the day." Ironhide told him.
Ratchet looked up at him. Primus, but he needed the relief and Ironhide was offering it to him just like that. He didn't deserve a friend like this.
Ironhide smirked. "Trust me. I'll make you forget about the heat cycle. Quick."
Ratchet shouldn't. He knew that. But he didn't care as he nodded. He just wanted to stop this before it got out of hand.
Ironhide leaned down and kissed Ratchet rather roughly.
Ratchet moaned into the kiss as he reached forward to grasp Ironhide's shoulders.
Ironhide broke the kiss before he knelt down in front of Ratchet. He then delved his hands in between Ratchet's thighs and spread them out.
Ratchet groaned as he allowed Ironhide to do this. He figured that Ironhide might as well help him today. Primus knew he needed it.
Ironhide leaned forward and licked around the edges of Ratchet's interfacing panel. He ran his glossa around the seams around it.
Ratchet leaned back into the chair and allowed his panel to slid open, feeling the rush of lubricants as they rushed out.
Ironhide then licked around the outer rim of the valve, tasting the lubricants before he slipping his glossa into the valve slightly, tasting the bitter lubricant.
Ratchet's hands tightened around the arms of the chair. He arched into the feel of Ironhide's glossa.
Ironhide held onto Ratchet's hips as he traced his glossa around the valve. He delved his glossa even deeper inside as he started to stroke along Ratchet's legs. He wound his arms around Ratchet's hips and around his back so that he could press Ratchet forward.
Ratchet cried out at that as he moved his hands to grasp at Ironhide's shoulders. He held on tightly as the sensations of Ironhide's glossa ran through every circuit in his frame.
Ironhide then moved one hands back down so that he could easily slip one finger into Ratchet's valve.
The sudden, unexpected stretch caused Ratchet to cry out again. "Ah! Hide!"
Ironhide smirked even as he continued to lap at Ratchet's valve. :You like that, don't you? You like the feel of my glossa and my finger in you, don't you?:
:Yes. Yes.:
Ironhide snickered. He had never heard Ratchet sound so desperate and needy. It was a different sound from his usual gruff yelling that he did. It was a nice change. Ironhide continued to lap at the bitter lubricant as he tried to bring Ratchet to an overload.
The sensations were running through Ratchet at a fast pace. He tightened his grip as the heat spread throughout his frame. He could feel the overload building, felt the charge building.
Ironhide slipped a second finger inside of Ratchet and started to thrust to fingers into the medic even as he licked at the sensitive sensors in the rim of Ratchet's valve. His fingers then struck the sensors in the back of Ratchet's valve.
Ratchet screamed at that. "Oh, slag, right there!" He couldn't help saying it. He just wanted Ironhide to hit that spot again.
Ironhide chuckled, sending the vibrations through Ratchet, causing the medic to cry out again. Ironhide thrust his fingers hard into the sensors at the back of the valve.
Ratchet couldn't take much more. He overloaded hard with a scream. His entire frame shook with the force of it, his metal body clattering against the chair he was sitting in as well as against Ironhide's frame.
Ironhide gave one last lick to the valve before he stood back up.
Ratchet was venting air hard as his cooling fans worked to cool his overheated frame. His body was now exhausted from the powerful overload, but at least the charge hadn't had a chance to build until it became uncomfortable like it normally did.
Ironhide had gotten a towel and proceeded to clean Ratchet up.
"I can do that, you know." Ratchet muttered, but he didn't move to stop the warrior.
"I know, Ratch." Ironhide didn't stop what he was doing.
Ratchet sighed. "Thanks."
"Thank me after tonight." Ironhide relied.
Ratchet turned his optics to look at the warrior. "Do what?"
"You heard me. I just did this now to help you get through the rest of your shift. I get off a joor after you do. Be at my quarters when I get off. I'll really help you tonight." Ironhide told him.
Ratchet hesitated. He wasn't exactly thrilled with this although he had no doubt that if he didn't go, Ironhide would surely come to him.
"And no buts, Ratch. You don't ask the rest of us for help, so we have to go to you and offer it." Ironhide smirked. "If you'd just tell Prime how you feel about him, I'm sure he'd be happy to help you out. Then you wouldn't have had this problem."
"Hide, stop it! I highly doubt that Prime would be interested in someone like me." Ratchet snapped.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Hide, I am a grouchy, temperamental, medic who barely can control his temper. I snap at everyone, and I rarely show any kind of caring to another mech. What could Prime possibly see in me?" Ratchet asked.
"I don't know. I'm not him, but those things don't seem to bother him since he was all too happy to be your friend." Ironhide pointed out.
Ratchet sighed. "Hide, just because he was willing to be my friend does not mean he wants me for a mate."
Ironhide shrugged. He wasn't sure if Optimus's feelings went deeper than friendship. The Prime had never indicated anything more than that. Of course, Prime wouldn't tell Ratchet how he felt unless he thought Ratchet might return those feelings. If he harbored such feelings.
"In any case, Ratch, be at my quarters tonight." Ironhide told him.
Ratchet glared at him. "And if I refuse?"
Ironhide smirked. "I'll make it an order."
Ratchet snorted. "I'm sure Optimus would love to hear that you're ordering those of lower rank than you to interface with you."
"I meant I would order you to my quarters. All I'd have to do is allow that heat cycle of yours to do the rest."
Ratchet groaned. "Oh. All right."
Ironhide smirked. "Thought you'd see it my way." With that, Ironhide tossed the rag to Ratchet before he turned and left the office.
Ratchet sighed. At least he would have tonight where he wasn't being driven insane by that fragging heat cycle.
Ironhide attended a meeting with Prime, Prowl, and Jazz. They were discussing what was going on with the Decepticons.
"I fear that they're going to pull something big. They have been quiet for far too long." Optimus stated.
"I have gone over various places that they could target, but there have been no sightings of Decepticons in those places." Prowl reported.
"Megatron must be planning something." Optimus stated.
None of them argued that. It was something that they were all suspicious of happening.
"Well, I could always gather a team and do a little reconnaissance at the Decepticon base." Jazz stated.
:Jazz!: Prowl growled. His expression did not betray his anger. He never liked it when his bonded was assigned these missions, much less him volunteering for one.
:Come on, Prowler. You know I always come back from these things in one piece. Besides, with old Ratchet here, I'm not worried about anything.: Jazz replied.
"For the time being, we're just going to be more vigilant in what happens. However, get a team ready, Jazz, but it will be reconnaissance only, and it might not happen." Optimus told him.
"Yes, sir." Jazz replied.
"Prime, I'd like to suggest putting everyone through some rigorous training. We may need it to be prepared for whatever the Decepticons have in mind." Ironhide stated.
"Agreed. Set it up and oversee everything, Ironhide." Optimus told him.
Ironhide nodded.
"And make sure that Ratchet and his staff are prepared. Primus knows we're going to need those medics in top form when everything comes to head." Optimus stated.
The three nodded while wondering if Ratchet would be in top form. They knew that a heat cycle could truly affect him in the middle of an operation, and that was the last thing that they needed. They'd need to ensure that Ratchet was well taken care of before the attack came. Or at least have someone there who would be able to give Ratchet some relief beforehand.
The good thing was that Ratchet would most likely work off some of that heat while running around the medical bay patching up soldiers and barking out orders.
Ratchet was waiting for Ironhide inside his quarters when the weapon's specialist came off duty. He was merely sitting in one of the chairs as he waited.
"I don't recall giving you permission to just come in." Ironhide teased.
Ratchet glared at the weapon's specialist. "I was not going to linger at your door waiting for you to come. I have enough trouble dealing with the fact that the majority of the base knows that I am in the middle of a heat cycle without them knowing that who it is I'm fragging."
"Okay. Sorry." Ironhide replied. He glanced at the medic before taking a guess. "Can I assume that your heat cycle is running full blast?"
Ratchet growled. "No. I'm irritated for the heck of it!"
"Never know with you." Ironhide replied.
Ratchet was getting rather pissed off. He didn't like being teased like this and certainly not with the way he was feeling. He had enough trouble dealing with the heat cycle without Ironhide and others thinking that they needed to tease him about. So, since Ironhide had already offered to help him for the night, Ratchet stood up before grabbing the weapon's specialist and dragging him forward into a rough kiss.
Ironhide was stunned by the sudden action from Ratchet. He hadn't expected the medic to actually do anything. Slag, he thought he'd virtually have to just throw the medic onto his berth and do whatever he wanted.
Now, though, Ironhide grabbed the medic before the medic had a chance to do anything before he walked the medic backwards into the berth room and forced the medic down onto his back on the berth. Ironhide forcefully broke the kiss. "First I've heard of you jumping another."
Ratchet glared at him. "Ironhide, just do it already or I'm leaving!"
Ironhide smirked. "Sure thing." He reached down and allowed a finger to trace over the heated interfacing panel.
Ratchet groaned before he spread his legs wide and allowed the panel to slide back as a rush of lubricants spilled from the valve and onto Ratchet's inner thighs as well as the berth.
Ironhide easily slipped a finger into the valve and was met with wet, tight heat.
Ratchet released a groan as he arched against the fingers inside of his valve. Primus, he just wanted those fingers to move already.
Ironhide snickered. "Never knew you were such an easy mech. If I'd known this, I'd have taken you to the berth a while back."
CLANG!
"OW!" Ironhide used his free hand to rub the back of his head. "What do you do? Carry a wrench around with you?"
"I tend to do that because of those blasted twins, Hide! Now will you shut up and just frag me already! I'm not here because you're a nice mech to look at!" Ratchet snarled.
Ironhide snickered. Even in the middle of a heat cycle with Ironhide's finger inside of his valve, Ratchet was still easily pissed off and would still whack a mech with a wrench. Good to know the medic's feelings hadn't changed at all. Ironhide pulled his finger free before he allowed his spike to extend. He figured as long as Ratchet simply wanted to frag him, he would. At least the medic was letting him help him.
Ratchet groaned at the loss of the pressure inside his valve. He hated heat cycles because all they did was make you want to frag the next available mech, but at that moment, he couldn't have cared less. He released a moan as he felt the heat of the tip of Ironhide's spike at the entrance to his valve.
Ironhide leaned forward so that his lips were right at Ratchet's audio receivers. "So, want me to continue?"
Ratchet growled. He was so not in the mood for this. With surprising strength, Ratchet flipped them over so that Ironhide was the one on his back. Ratchet's fierce glare met Ironhide's surprised optics. Ratchet didn't bother to say a word to the weapon's specialist. He simply kept his hands tight around Ironhide's upper arms as he moved himself so that he valve was in line with Ironhide's spike before he impaled himself, hard.
Ironhide couldn't stop the groan of pleasure that shot through him as a tight valve fit so perfectly around his heated spike.
Ratchet released a groan of his own, though his was a mixture of pain and pleasure. He had went a little too hard down on Ironhide, but at that moment, relieving the charge in his pelvic region was all that mattered to the medic.
Ironhide raised his hands and held on tightly to Ratchet's hips. He pulled out slowly before he thrust back into the medic, hard.
Ratchet released a scream as the sensation went right through. Yes, this was what he needed. He needed to simply be fragged good by someone, and apparently, it was Ironhide this night.
Ironhide continued with this pace. He would pull out slowly before he would thrust back into the medic hard. He tightened his hands around Ratchet's hips to prevent the medic from actually doing anything, holding him still so that Ironhide had control of the pace they went at.
Ratchet struggled against the grip. It was too slow for him. The charge in his pelvis was driving him up the wall and the way Ironhide was teasing him was not helping. He just wanted him to go harder and faster. At this moment, that was what he needed. Ironhide was a great deal stronger than him, so the fact that Ironhide was holding onto Ratchet meant that there was no way the medic was going to be able to control the pace they went at.
"Please!" Ratchet begged.
Ironhide smirked. "Then I'd suggest you hold on." He then slammed in fast and hard right into the sensor at the back of Ratchet's valve.
Ratchet screamed at that as he tightened his hands around Ironhide's armor so hard that there were deep dents in the armor.
"Primus, Ratchet! You have a tighter grip then some Decepticons I've fought." Ironhide muttered even as he continued to thrust up into the medic. He shifted slightly and was able to go even deeper into the medic.
Ratchet released another scream. Dimly, he thought that his vocalizers were going to be strained as a result of this interfacing session. He'd have to check them out the next day.
Ironhide's rough pace was bringing Ratchet closer and closer to overloading until it finally came to an end. With a scream, Ratchet overloaded hard.
Ironhide winced as the grip Ratchet had on his arms because very painful, but that thought soon went out the window as his own overload hit and his lubricants rushed into Ratchet's valve before dripping out of Ratchet's valve and onto both their legs.
Ratchet pants slightly. The overload had felt good, but now he was exhausted and his valve was pretty sore. Like had been for the past few weeks. He collapsed onto the berth beside Ironhide.
Once Ironhide regained some of his processors, he sat up and turned to Ratchet. "Ready for another round?"
"Shut up!" Ratchet growled. He was too tired to do anything, but he'd probably be up in a few hours needing another round.
Ironhide laughed, but left Ratchet alone. He knew that this would be the only day he'd be able to help Ratchet, but he was glad to do it for his friend. It wouldn't change anything between them. Their friendship would remain the same.
Ratchet had already drifted into recharge.
Ironhide lay beside him. He wished that his friend would tell Optimus. He knew how much Ratchet loved Optimus, and he personally thought that the two would make a great couple. Primus knew those two were perfect for each other. Most thought they weren't compatible with their differing personalities and professions, but Ironhide thought different.
Ratchet was temperamental, blunt, and yelled all the time. Optimus was calm, cautious, and rarely spoke above his normal tone. The two balanced each other out. They fit perfectly together as far as Ironhide was concerned.
Ironhide looked at the ceiling and prayed, not for the first time, that Primus would grant his friend a little bit of happiness. Ratchet was truly unhappy and tired of being alone. Ironhide knew it. He wanted his friend to be happy, and he was sure he'd find that with Optimus.
Ironhide would just have to wait and see what happened. In the meantime, he could hope for the best for his friend.
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