Author's note. Ratchet and First Aid continue to explore each other, but this time with consequences. Read on to find out what they are.
Warning for sticky sex and cussing.
This chapter was written by me and Prowlsgirl.
Enjoy and please review.
Continued from the last chapter.
"Hmm, that feels good, Aid," Ratchet murmured.
First aid smiled and started to gently nip the base of Ratchet's neck, using his glossia to sooth the indents his denta made.
"Oh, oh, that's good," Ratchet groaned, his hands tightening on First Aid's back.
First Aid smiled and pulled back.
"You mind if I'm on bottom this time?"
"I'll do anything you want," Ratchet whispered.
First aid smiled.
"I want to be on bottom. I want you to be inside me."
"Whatever you want," Ratchet said again and he let First Aid slid out of him and get off the berth.
Ratchet rolled to the side, letting First Aid back on so he could lie down. Ratchet then climbed on top of him, smiling down before kissing the younger Mech. He broke it long enough to say.
"I need to get hard first, Aid,"
First Aid smiled. "And I need to get wet."
"indeed," Ratchet smirked, his optics shinning as he bent his head and started to lap at First Aid's Port.
First aid gasped and his hips arched into that marvellous glossia. The sensations he'd never felt before, but he loved it.
Ratchet gripped First Aid's hips and stuck his glossia in as far as it could go, running against the inner walls of First Aid's Port. He would make the younger Mech yell like he had.
First Aid was groaning and gasping as Ratchet's glossia went deep inside him. He wanted more of the delightful sensations.
Ratchet drew back as First Aid's moans became louder and more needy. With a smile, he licked his lips and then stuck a finger into First Aid, gently stretching him.
"How's that?"
"Ah!" First Aid cried out. "M-more! I-it aches!"
My pleasure," Ratchet grinned, First Aid's moans were starting to turn him on, he wanted more.
So he stuck a second finger inside First Aid, moving it around caasing First Aid to cry out with pleasure. So Ratchet stuck a third in, stretching him even more as his other hand started to work his own piece.
First Aid couldn't think straight as Ratchet's fingers stretched him open. It ached so badly, and the fingers weren't soothing it. He needed something more, and he knew it.
"Ah! R-Ratchet, please! I-I need more!"
"What do you need?" Ratchet purred, sticking a fourth finger in. "Tell me."
"I need you inside me! s-stretching me open! Please!"
"Your wish is my command," Ratchet purred, finally hard enough.
He extracted his fingers and licked them seductively causing First Aid to moan with want. He then gripped the younger Mech's hips and thrust himself in, hard.
Firs Aid gasped as he was completely stretched open for the first time in his life. It was painful, but he didn't want it to stop.
"Oh, you're so tight," Ratchet moaned as his length was engulfed by First Aids inner walls.
"Feels so good."
And with that he started to thrust, as hard as he could into First Aid, moaning as he was squeezed. The pain was there for the first few thrusts then faded gradually and was replaced by pleasure. First Aid moaned as the ache from earlier was filled again and again.
Ratchet started to thrust even harder as First Aid moaned and writhed under him, getting his rhythm. His back was arched as he struggled to increase his speed, pounding into First Aid with all his might. His hands were now gripping First Aid's hips so hard, he was sure there'd be dents.
First aid watched ratchet's face twist in pleasure. The speed with which the medic thrust into him was even greater than his own had been. Everything felt wonderful, even if he would be bruised and sore afterwards.
"Oh, oh uh," Ratchet gasped, needing to go harder but unable to increase his speed any more,
Instead, his hands slipped under First Aid's aft and he started pulling First Aid towards him, slamming the younger Mech onto him so that his piece was consumed at a faster pace. It felt so good, he was going out of his mind with pleasure as he felt pressure build which signalled his over load coming soon.
First Aid screamed as the angle was suddenly sharper and deeper, the wondrous pressure was building inside him for his overload.
"Ah, R-Ratchet!'
That did it for Ratchet as he thrust hard one last time and his own overload hit as those wonderful spasms from First Aid gripped him.
"Aid," he screamed, his back arching almost painfully as he pumped long and hard into First Aid before finally slumping down.
First aid lay below Ratchet's comforting weight and sighed. The pleasant feeling between his legs was fading, replaced by a very sore feeling. He grimaced.
Ratchet felt the grimace and looked up.
"You okay?"
First Aid nodded, but his voice came out pained, "Y-yeah. Just fine."
"I hurt you," whsipered Ratchet, cradling First Aid's face shamefully. "I'm so sorry, Aid."
"No, I'm fine-OW!" First Aid yelped as he shifted, pain shooting up his backside.
"Oh Primus,," Ratchet gasped.
He carefully slid out of First Aid who gasped with relief. He quickly rushed over to a cabinet and took some stuff out and then rushed back over. In his hands, were some pain killers and a bottle of oil. Jabbing the painkiller into First Aid's arm, he said.
"This oil will help soothe you,"
First Aid covered his port, it was hurting very badly by now. He looked down to see Energon staining the berth and whimpered.
"I'm sorry," Ratchet said, pain in his optics. "You got me so excited and I forgot you were a virgin, I went far too hard."
He bent over First Aid and said gently.
"Let me put this oil on, it will help,"
First Aid moved his hands, Energon glinting on them The painkillers were working quickly; he could no longer feel the lower part of his body., and the numbness was a relief.
Ratchet poured a good amount of oil onto his hands and then started to gently rub it onto First Aid's damaged Port. Hr did it as carefully as possible, unable to believe that he had caused harm.
First Aid whimpered as needles of pain launched up from his port. It ached so badly.
"Shhh, it's alright," Ratchet said softly as he worked. "Just relax and it'll get better."
First Aid sighed and relaxed as best he could. It still hurt, but he was desperately trying to ignore it. Poor Ratchet looked so guilty.
"I'll never do that to you again," Ratchet promised. "I just wanted us both to have a good time."
"I-it felt good while it was happening," First Aid murmured.
"Yeah," Ratchet said with a sad smile. "But that's part of the problem, you were enjoying it so much you couldn't feel the pain and tell me I was going too hard."
First Aid sat up with a growl, ignoring the pain that shot through his abdomen.
"Look, in the throes of passion, the pain and pleasure sensors become confused and the pain can feel like pleasure. I felt no pain at all during our lovemaking because of that. Even if I were being raped it would have felt amazing. Don't you dare try to lie to me about this stuff. I do my homework."
Ratchet flinched at the word rape.
"If you were being raped, you'd have felt fear and the pain would come through," he said quietly. "But I should have still be gentler for your first time, I'm meant to be a Medic and your teacher."
First aid growled. He'd forgotten about the fear in the rape. Frag, how could he forget that? He sighed and shook his head. He was just no good at this.
"You...you did want this, didn't you?" Ratchet asked quietly. "I didn't make you feel like we had to do it together?"
"Of course I wanted it Ratchet. Don't think that i didn't. I loved it, and I love you."
"Really?" whispered Ratchet softly, reaching up to cup First Aid's face. "I think I love you too."
First Aid smiled then flinched as he shifted. It still hurt, no matter how much he ignored it.
"Maybe I should give you a sedative," Ratchet said softly. "Then you can sleep the pain away."
"Only if you sleep with me," First Aid sighed.
"Of course," said Ratchet and he went to get a sedative and a thermal blanket. As he came back over he said.
"You should leave your Port uncovered fro now so that it heals faster, but we can go under this."
He lifted the blanket up and spread it over First Aid. He then applied the sedative before getting into bed with First Aid.
First Aid sighed as the sedative set to work. His mind felt fuzzy already. He snuggled against Ratchet, drawn to the warmth the Mech radiated.
Ratchet drew the other Mech close to him, holding him close. He still felt bad for the pain he had caused but it had felt so good. And First Aid said he had enjoyed it.
First aid felt himself melting into sleep as Ratchet pulled him closer. Maybe getting hurt wasn't so bad. Not if this was the reward.
Ratchet smiled as he felt First Aid relax in his arms, it felt so good to hold someone again. He hoped First Aid wasn't put off interfacing, it had been so good and he wanted them to experience it again.
First Aid woke up feeling warm and safe. He snuggled into the warmth in front of him. Ratchet muttered in his sleep, his grip tightening around First Aid.
First Aid on-lined his optics. He was in the berth with someone? there was a twinge from between his legs and the memory of last night came rushing back to him and made him smile.
Ratchet's face was very peaceful but occasionally it would twist into a smile as he dreamt pleasant dreams. He was still without his Cod Piece as was First Aid.
First Aid gently twisted out of Ratchet's arms and looked down at the medic's sleeping form. He certainly was handsome. First Aid ran a hand down Ratchet's arm. Ratchet gave an audible twitch at this and murmured First Aid's name.
First aid started and stared down at Ratchet, an idea forming in his head. He smirked and brought his hand down to stroke the elder medic's thighs.
Ratchet jerked and gave a small moan in his sleep.
First Aid smiled and brought his hands up to gently handle Ratchet's piece.
Ratchet gasped and his piece started swell under First Aid's hand but he still didn't wake. He did however mutter.
"Hmm, good Aid, good."
First Aid blushed but slipped a finger down into ratchet's port. He was enjoying this.
"Uh, uh," Ratchet groaned as he started to heat up and produce lubricant. His hands were clenching and unclenching, his face sweating as it twisted in pleasure. It was clear he was enjoying himself even if he thought it was just a dream, deep moans were forming in his throat.
First Aid watched Ratchet's face with fascination. It was completely unguarded and First Aid loved it and the noises the Mech was making. He slid another finger inside Ratchet and stretched him open while he began to stroke Ratchet's growing piece.
Ratchet's piece was indeed getting bigger, it was half erect already and was nowhere near done with growing. Ratchet continued to squirm in such a beautiful way, he was completely at First Aid's mercy. As First Aid stretched him even more, he suddenly cried out.
"AH ah, yes...ahh...don't stop...AH"
First Aid marvelled at Ratchet's piece. It was so big. He added another finger to Ratchet's port. He rubbed Ratchet's length in his hands.
"Uh, ah, ah, AH," Ratchet yelped as his systems were overwhelmed with pleasure, asleep he had no control so he couldn't prevent his piece becoming fully erect and squirting just the tiniest bit of fluid out.
First Aid smiled at the moans. They meant he was doing a good job. He leaned down and licked up the fluid before taking the tip completely in his mouth. He hummed around it and eagerly watched for ratchet's reaction.
"Oh, Uh," Ratchet moaned with ecstasy as he felt that wonderful warmth surrounding his tip. His back arched and he thrust into First' Aid's mouth, his expression one of pure pleasure.
First aid carefully deep-throated Ratchet, enjoying the taste of the older medic. He continued to stretch the Mech's port out.
Pressure was now building within the older Medic, sweet hot pressure as his piece was lovingly satisfied. His hips bucked and thrust again into First Aid's mouth and onto those wonderful fingers, making them go deeper.
First Aid started to stroke the throbbing piece with his glossia as he pulled back for a breath. He sighed and deep throated Ratchet again, moving his fingers faster inside him. Ratchet was now whimpering, he couldn't take much more of this.
"Oh Aid, don't stop...please...I'm yours...uh uh AH."
First Aid moved his fingers faster and increased the speed of his sucking.
Ratchet's whole body suddenly bucked and he pumped right into First Aid's mouth as lubricant also spewed out of his Port, coating the younger Medic's hand as he screamed.
"AID!"
First Aid swallowed all the fluid, groaning low in his throat at the wonderful taste. First Aid pulled back and started to lick up the lubricant on his hand, humming at the different taste. As the shudders on Ratchet body became less, and his piece softened, he relaxed back with a contented sigh. His face was now totally relaxed and happy.
First Aid smiled and continued to lap up the wondrous lubricant on his hand. He'd heard it tasted good, but this was wonderful. He loved the look on Ratchet's face. It was so peaceful and contented.
"Mmmm," Ratchet murmured as he finally started to wake. As he did so, he felt First Aid's presence and smiled and said happily.
"I just had the most amazing dream..."
But it was at that point his optics opened and he suddenly spotted First Aid happily licking his lubricant soaked hand. And it was then that we felt the wonderful ache in his Port and the throbbing of his piece and his optics popped in realisation.
First Aid smiled slyly at the look on Ratchet's face.
"Really? What was it about?"
"You," Ratchet whispered in awe. "You were doing the most wonderful things to my body."
"It looked like you felt good, but I wasn't quite sure. How wonderful was it?"
"It was so wonderful...I could overload just remembering it," Ratchet said earnestly, hardly able to believe that his previously shy colleague had pleasured in such a fashion.
First Aid blushed at the look in Ratchet's optics. "I-I was curious. I hope you don't mind..."
"Mind? Oh Aid," Ratchet said, pulling him towards him and cradling his face. "That was the most wonderful experience I've ever had."
He blushed.
"Next to last night that is."
First Aid giggled and his optics glittered proudly.
"Last night was wonderful."
"Mmmm," Ratchet said licking his lips. "It was."
First Aid smiled.
"It doesn't really hurt anymore, by the way."
Ratchet's face a little.
"Oh Aid, I'm sorry about that, I don't know why but you make me lose control."
"It's fine, ratchet. I swear. I loved it last night," First Aid laughed.
"Good," Ratchet smiled, giving him a kiss. "Then you wouldn't say no to doing it again sometime?"
"I wouldn't be adverse to it."
First Aid blushed and shifted.
"Did you know that you make wonderful noises when you're pleasured?"
"Really?" Ratchet said softly with a smile. "Maybe you could make me do more if you like them so much."
"I-I meant that you, well, made me wet."
"I make you wet," Ratchet repeated softly. "And you make me scream, some team huh?"
First Aid blushed and sighed, "It aches, Ratchet. I-I want..."
"Do you want to do it now?" Ratchet finished for him.
"Can we?" First Aid asked quietly, his face bright red.
"Of course we can," Ratchet smiled before blushing slightly. "I...was wondering if you wanted to try something new?"
First Aid smiled and nodded.
"What is it?"
"You go on your hands and knees and I...take you from behind," Ratchet explained with a blush. "I can go deeper that way."
First Aid smiled.
"Yeah, but...could you be a bit gentler?"
"Of course, Aid, anything for you,"
First Aid turned around and got on his hands and knees.
Ratchet went behind him and started to gently message his aft, trying to get First Aid nice and wet before he begun.
First Aid trembled, lubricant starting to drip out of his port. When he'd said that Ratchet had made him wet, he wasn't joking. He felt so sensitive.
Ratchet snaked his hands around First Aid's hips so he could rub the front of his Port.
"How's that Aid?"
"I-it feels good! It aches! I-I want you!"
"Are you ready then?"
"Y-yes! Please! I-I need! Please!"
Ratchet obliged by lining himself up to First Aid's entrance, he had already become hard feeling the others wetness. And gently but firmly, he thrust in, going as deep as he could.
First Aid gasped, half from pain and half from pleasure. The sensors in his port were still sore from last night.
Ratchet stayed still for a moment, letting First Aid get used to him.
"Tel me when it's okay," he said softly.
First Aid didn't say anything for a few minutes. Finally the pain completely faded.
"O-okay. You can move," First Aid sighed.
Very gently, Ratchet started to thrust, making sure he didn't go mad like the previous night.
First Aid started to moan softly, thrusting back against Ratchet eagerly. Ratchet thrust back, trying to go deep but not going fast or hard. He too started to moan though.
First Aid whimpered, "P-Please! Faster! I-I can take it!"
Ratchet moaned and increased his speed a little, gripping First Aid's hips to aid his thrusts.
First Aid whined and moaned, clawing at the berth as pleasure swamped his systems.
"You like that, don't you?" Ratchet gasped, still not going too fast. "Don't you, you dirty little Mech."
"Y-yeah, I like it! I-I'm dirty! Please, more!"
First Aid started thrusting back harder, whining for more.
"Dirty fragger," Ratchet hissed as he increased his speed even more, pounding deeper into First Aid.
"You like being fragged from behind, don't you? Don't you little slag?"
"Y-yes! It feels so wonderful, you going so deep! I love it!"
"Good," Ratchet growled as he started slamming into First Aid, shoving his hips as hard as he could into the younger Mech. "Cause I'm going to frag you hard, dirty Mech."
"Yes! I'm a horrible, dirty mech. I need to be taught a lesson. Frag me harder!"
"Yes," snarled Ratchet as he started to smash First Aid's aft against him so that he could go even deeper. "You bad dirty Mech, you're never going to forget this lesson, I'll frag you so hard you won't be able to sit,"
First Aid was screaming in pleasure as he was pounded into. Wondrous pressure was building up inside him, making him tremble in anticipation.
Come on, slagger," Ratchet snarled, his hand reaching around and grabbing First Aid's piece. "I want you to come for me, show me who's in charge, dirty slagger."
He thrust even harder, swearing as he did so, loving the feel of First Aid's walls as he plunged deeper.
First Aid yowled in pleasure as his overload swept him away. pleasure completely blinded him and he yelled Ratchet's name.
Ratchet snarled in pleasure as First Aid came onto his hand and he thrust as hard as possible into First Aid's aft. Suddenly as he gave one last hard thrust, he came hard and pumped right into First Aid with a cry of.
"Aid."
First Aid moaned loudly and went limp. To his horror, his port started to ache again.
"Ratchet...we did it again
"Oh no," Ratchet groaned as he slid out of First Aid. "Wait I'll get you something."
First Aid lay there as the ache started getting bad.
Ratchet rushed over and quickly gave him a painkiller before rubbing the soothing oil in.
"I lost it, I'm sorry, I keep forgetting your new at this,"
First Aid smiled.
"We both keep forgetting. It just feels so good..."
"Yeah but you shouldn't have to suffer afterwards," Ratchet said firmly. "I'm old, I don't get sore, but you're still young."
"It's no big deal Ratchet. I'm used to getting hurt."
First Aid immediately stopped talking, cursing himself for the slip.
Ratchet spun around, he'd just been about to get some cloths.
"What?" he demanded. "What was that about getting hurt?"
"Nothing. I-I was talking about something else."
"No, you weren't," Ratchet said sternly. "Tell me Aid, who's hurt you before?"
First Aid sat there nervously and jumped at the knock on the door. Hot Spot's voice came through.
"What the hell is going on in there, Aid? We're getting the strangest sensations through the bond. Let us in."
Ratchet cursed and quickly grabbed his Cod Piece to put it back on.
"Wait a minute, "he yelled at the closed door before rushing to find First Aid's Cod Piece. He then turned to First aid
"Do you want me to let them in?" he asked as he handed the younger Medic his Cod Piece.
First Aid nodded, eager to ignore Ratchet's questions in favour of his gestalt's questions. They were so much easier to answer.
"Alright, you lot can come in," Ratchet yelled and went to stand beside First Aid who was huddled on the berth.
In another moment, his gestalt had trooped in, their leader Hot Spot, Blades, Streetwise and Groove. They stared at the two Medics in confusion before Hot Spot demanded.
"What do you mean Hot Spot?" First Aid asked.
"First we get pleasurable sensations through the bond, both last night and a few minutes ago, and then throbbing pain. Is he hurting you Aid?" Blades demanded with a growl.
Ratchet blushed and looked very sheepish which made all the Protectabots scowl. First Aid quickly held up a hand.
"No, he...well he did hurt me, but it wasn't on purpose, I promise!" First Aid said quickly.
"That's what you said about those renegades back on Cyber-5! They nearly ripped you apart!" Streetwise said exasperated.
"Man, you better start talking. If he hurt you like they did, we're gonna hurt him."
"What renegades?" Ratchet said quietly as he turned to First Aid. "What are they talking about Aid?"
"It's nothing Ratchet!" First Aid said, ducking his head. "And as for you guys, we were...interfacing. Ratchet just got a little rough."
"A little rough?" Hot Spot repeated dangerously.
Ratchet held up his hands.
"I made a mistake, but I didn't force myself on him."
"No, I wanted it," First Aid agreed before Ratchet said.
"But I want to know what you guys are talking about, what happened on Cyber-5?"
"Ah," Groove said smoothly. "You know Aid. He was trying to be nice to some renegades. They tore into him like rabid dogs. We found him and it took weeks for him to heal. He doesn't want to blame anyone for anything."
First Aid's head ducked in shame but Ratchet took his chin and lifted his face up.
"What did they do to you?"
First Aid sighed and stood up. He took the armour off his chest to reveal pale scars decorating his entire chest, and it looked like it went across more than just his chest.
"Oh Aid," Ratchet said softly, reaching out to gently touch them.
First Aid flinched back. He hated his scars. Hot Spot sighed.
"Aid," he sighed, walking up and slipping his arms around the thin mech. "Stop it. I can feel that you love him, so stop trying to hide."
"And I have seen worse," Ratchet said quietly. "As a Medic you get to see the best and worst parts of our kind."
He stepped forward.
"I love you too, First Aid."
First Aid looked down and leaned back into Hot Spot.
"Ratchet, if you love me, you have to love my entire gestalt."
"Anything Aid, if you can love this grumpy old Medic,"
"What have I said about you being old?" First Aid asked with a frown.
The rest of his gestalt laughed.
"Well, we know what you say about him in your little fantasies," Groove said, his optics glittering.
"Fantasies?" Ratchet said in great confusion.
"No fair! I don't tell everybody about your fantasies!" First Aid's cheeks were hot.
Ratchet smirked.
"And what fantasies would they be?"
First Aid jerked out of Hot Spot's grip.
"Don't you even think about telling him!" First Aid growled.
"C'mon," Streetwise said with a laugh. "Does he look upset?"
"Come on Aid," Ratchet said chuckling. "If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine,"
"Glad to see you're comfortable around my gestalt," First Aid said as he sat down on the berth, his optics downcast.
"I need to be, don't I?" Ratchet laughed sitting down beside First Aid. "Come on, I doubt it's as bad as mine, trust me."
"If you won't tell him, Aid, we will," Blades said in a sing-song voice.
"If he's going to be your lover, you should tell him. It could make for some very interesting interfacing..."
"Please tell me," Ratchet begged before saying slyly. "Is it dirty?"
Groove looked at Ratchet strangely. "What kind of fantasy isn't dirty?"
Blades smirked, "Okay, we'll tell you."
Streetwise chuckled, "He likes to be tied down."
"Though I can't really see you with a whip," Hot Spot said with a lilt in his voice.
Ratchet's optics widened.
"You like being tied as well?"
They all stared at him.
"You have the same fantasy?"
"Well, heh, not exactly," Ratchet said with a grin.
First Aid blushed, "Well, I've never been tied so I wouldn't know if I like it. Besides, that's not the one they were talking about."
Groove smiled, "Aid, you must trust him if you love him. Besides, maybe he would like to be with all of us at once."
"A group interface?" Ratchet gasped.
First Aid jumped up.
"Fraggit, Groove! Why'd ya have to run your mouth?"
"No, I like it," Ratchet said, taking First Aid's arm. "Wait till you hear what mine is."
First Aid looked up.
"You like it?" First Aid paused. "What's your fantasy?"
"Being tied up and gagged in a closet while others are working close by..." Ratchet broke off blushing furiously. "It turns me on to think I might get caught."
First Aid laughed.
"Really? That's...arousing."
Streetwise smiled and lowered his voice, "Not as arousing as a group interface."
"Not even if we threw in some unsuspecting Decepticons close by?" Ratchet said slyly.
Have you ever been in a group interface?" Hot Spot asked, his visor flashing in the light.
"It's amazing," Groove said.
"Not that First Aid would know. He's a bit too shy," Streetwise teased.
"Not when he gets going," Ratchet laughed as he slung an arm around First Aid. "And no, I've never been in a group interface."
First Aid smiled and nuzzled Ratchet.
'What do you think, Hot Spot?' First Aid asked nervously.
'I believe he's good for you and the team.' Hot Spot replied.
'Invite him to our quarters tonight. We can have a group.' Groove put in.
'Don't worry, we'll be gentle with both of you,' Streetwise teased.
'At first,' Blades added.
"So what do you think?" Ratchet said, unaware of the bond talk.
"Shall we try this together?"
"Try what?" all five of them asked in unison, staring at the medic.
Ratchet smiled.
"Going out with each other."
"Didn't we just invite you...Oh, would you like to come to our quarters this evening?" First Aid asked.
"Hmm, yes," Ratchet said with a smile. "But we'd better make sure Grimlock and the others don't see us or you know what they'll think."
First Aid groaned and showed the others the memory of what happened with Grimlock. They started laughing loudly. Ratchet chuckled softly, the memory was more amusing that the actual experience.
"It was humiliating!" First Aid groaned.
"Well, as amusing as that was, we still need to go get some combat practice in Aid. The only reason we need you is we're combining today," Hot Spot said taking a deep breath.
"Are you up for that?" Ratchet asked quietly. "You're not still sore, are you?"
First Aid sighed. "Ratchet, when I combine it speeds up my healing process. I'll be all healed by tonight. I'll be fine."
"Hmm, handy," Ratchet smiled. "Well, I guess you better be off, though don't forget to have a cube of Energon, you'll have lowered your levels considerably in the last hour."
"You have too. So I will if you do," First Aid said teasingly.
"Don't worry, I will," Ratchet assured him. "Can't be collapsing on the job, can I?"
First Aid smiled and stood up, stretching gingerly. He put his chest armour back on and gave Ratchet a kiss before following his gestalt out.
Ratchet smiled and then sighed softly. To think that yesterday he had been in such a bad, depressed mood. But now...he was so happy, he had someone again.
Author's note. Find out how Ratchet's first group interface goes in the next chapter. Warning for sticky sex and bondage, hee. Till next time.
