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Chapter 3-Preferences


His pedes hit the ground hard as he transformed, his sliding stop causing a cloud of dust to whip around the construction site. "Hey Bulk," he said, punching his comrade in the shoulder with some force.

"Hey Jackie," he replied with a small smile, optics and vocals alight but seemingly frustrated. Wheeljack did a couple helm swings to take in the entirety of the site and immediately knew what was up with Bulk; the place was a mess. The building itself, which was soon to be the new Iaconian recreation hall and most likely the location of the upcoming party, looked complete, but there was tattered metal everywhere as if they had put parts up and taken them down repeatedly in an effort to finally get it all right.

"Seems Bumblebee was right when he said you had your servos full."

"I think they have actually gotten worse since they started."

He gave a small chuckle at that, "Sounds just like their ability to aim."

Bulkhead shook his helm in disbelief, servos lifting the datapad he held to swipe through the blueprints of the building while they talked. "So, you already went to see Bumblebee?" he said almost too innocently.

Wheeljack crossed his broad arms, faceplates taking on a pointed look as he stated accusingly, "So you know too, huh?"

"Uhh…know what?"

"You're not a very good liar Bulk."

He had the decency to look sheepish as he explained, "He came to see me. Asked me if you were likely to start the next war while you were over there. I told him you would probably just tell the Con to frag off." There were a few moments of silence as Bulkhead had refocused on the datapad, probably trying to make sure all of the necessary structures were in place before they began detailing and painting.

Wheeljack was happy to allow the silence to stretch between them because he wasn't particularly interested in having this conversation. Not that he ever bothered to be vague about anything, but now he was pretty sure Bumblebee had sent him over here under a false premise so that Bulkhead could get the details out of him. He didn't like being trotted around at another's discretion under the pretense that a friend might need his help. It made him want to deliberately withhold information, but he knew Bulkhead was probably actually interested in what had happened.

He had barely thought that it was only a matter of time before Bulkhead spoke up again when, "So…what did you say?"

"What do you think?"

"I dunno. You like to frag Jackie, always have. I wasn't sure what you would say."

"Never fragged a Con, Bulk. Besides, have you seen him?" Bulkhead had been privy to enough details about his interfacing habits to know that he was a dominant. Predaking's entire persona spoke of domination and Wheeljack did not intend to submit in any way.

Apparently though, Bulkhead missed what he was going for with that statement as evidenced by his next question, "So, you don't like the way he looks?"

"Being attractive has nothing to do with it, he's a dom like me."

"Just because somebot is big, doesn't mean they are dominant in the berth, Jackie," Bulkhead said quietly. The reverse also being true; Wheeljack had enough information about Bulkhead to know that he was a submissive. He also knew that the larger mech was sensitive given how many potential partners had turned him down after finding out about it. They had figured being so large he would want to spike them and when that wasn't the case, they made themselves scarce, sometimes leaving with harsh words.

"Come on Bulk, you know me better than that," he said with another punch trying to keep the mood light, "It's not his size, it's his aggressiveness. He confirmed it while I was there anyways, said he wasn't getting spiked."

"Well…" but he didn't finish the sentence. Bulkhead almost looked like he wanted to be done with the conversation now, clearly uncomfortable with whatever he had just thought.

"Just say it Bulkhead."

"I mean, you've gotten spiked before."

"When I was young. When I didn't know what my preferences were and despite the fact that it did feel good, I prefer to be the one holding another bot up against a wall."

"I imagine he didn't take the rejection well."

"No, but I told him I didn't care. Whatever, enough talk about scrap I don't care about. I convinced Bumblebee to throw a party. Invitations will go out soon and you know what that means?"

"It means we're gonna party hard, wrecker style!" Bulkhead replied, both of them jumping up to give a chestplate bump that caused metal to screech as it crashed together.

"Frag yea!"

"You always did know how to party." Bulkhead gave his chin a rub as if he was think about something and then his faceplates took on a knowing look. "Although, the last time I saw you this excited about a party, it was because you had a mech in your sights." Wheeljack gave a shoulder shrug that could have meant anything. He figured Bulk would let it go, but that wasn't going to happen, apparently. "Who?"

Wheeljack's optics brightened up as his lip plates curled into a small smirk, "Ratchet."

"Ratchet?" Bulkhead asked clearly not understanding the choice in the slightest.

He wasn't exactly sure himself but something about the medic had his cogs spinning recently and he wasn't likely to argue with his frame. Besides, medics knew lots of things about the Cybertronian frame and he knew full well that Ratchet didn't mind which way he went. Altogether it seemed like a good choice to him. "Ratchet," he said one more time, his tone leaving no confusion about his intention.


I love WJxR. Like I have stated before I really don't know where this is going so I can't say what any of the pairings will actually be or how many of them. I'm just writing it down however it comes to me.

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