Living with Twins 8

Another battle with the Decepticons left many of the Autobot warriors wounded. The med bay was a very busy place and Ratchet was not pleased. He busied himself with hours upon hours of repairs and when he was finally free of any more repairs, First Aid was finally able to breathe properly.

"Thank Primus…we're finally done with these repairs…"

"Yeah…Everyone is doing alright now that their repairs are done, even the seriously injured," replied Ratchet as he and First Aid cleaned up the med bay.

"The twins are also recovering," said First Aid. "Their injuries were very minor."

"How minor?" asked the medic.

"Dislocated joints and the usual dents…," replied First Aid. "I've repaired the joints, but it seems to me that they're going to be quarter bound for a while."

"Which joints did those slagheads dislocate?" asked the medic as he felt relieve that the injuries were minor.

"Sideswipe dislocated his legs and Sunstreaker dislocated his left arm," replied First Aid giving the question some thought. "They came in while you were busy with the operation repairs."

"Well, I'm sure they'll survive," grinned Ratchet. "I can always sedate them...," chuckling at his own comment.

"True, well good luck…I'm off," said the other medic.

"See you around," replied the medic as he placed his tools away.

Once the medic was done with what he needed to do in the med bay, he made his way back to his shared quarters. As he entered the access code to the chamber, he heard a crash sound and some swearing. He immediately ran in to evaluate the situation.

"Oh…Frag…," groaned Sideswipe as he tried to get himself up from the floor while Sunstreaker was nowhere to be seen.

"What happened?" asked Ratchet as he walked in to help the red twin.

"I tried to walk to the washrack and it seems I've failed," said the red twin as he chuckled leaning into the medic for support. "Welcome back."

"Thanks, so do you still want to go to the washracks?" responded Ratchet as he smiled. "Where did your brother go?"

"He went to the recreation room, he wanted to get some…," said Sideswipe as his medic helped him to the washrack.

"Some what?" Ratchet asked.

"Some…high grade…," replied Sideswipe as he looked away from the medic.

"To do what exactly?" said the medic with an expression of displeasure.

"Numbing our pains…and…drink with you…," replied Sideswipe as the lovers stood in front of the washrack's door. "We haven't drank together for a long while…"

The medic was unable to control his laugh and he stared at the embarrassed red twin. He had no idea what to do with the pair and he shook off the idea of arguing for the sake of arguing. As they were about to step into the washrack, Sunstreaker came in through the entrance of their quarters. The yellow mech had several high grade energon cubes in his arms, and he had a very satisfied expression on his faceplate.

"What are you two doing?" asked the yellow twin when he saw his medic and his brother.

"We're going to wash up," replied the red twin. "Why don't you join us? We can drink that after we're done."

"We're not doing anything else other than washing, neither of you are in any shape or form allowed to do any 'vigorous' activity," said the medic using his serious medic voice.

"Slag…I always wanted to interface with you in the wash…," murmured the red twin feeling defeated.

"You weren't the only one," growled Sunstreaker as he placed the high grade on the berth side table.

"I never said anything about after the two of you have recovered," replied the medic with a grin.

"You're very sly," sneered Sunstreaker as he followed the pair into the washrack. Ratchet was unable to contain his laughter as the twins amused him. "Let's get ourselves clean, then we'll see…"

After their wash, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were a pair of lucky mechs. Other than having the Autobot medic clean their chassis with 'extra' care, the wax job had them overload twice. The twins were grinning as they walked out of the washrack as they left their armor behind. Sideswipe with some difficulty, but managed with the medic's help.

"Where do you want to drink the high grade?" asked Sunstreaker.

"Can we drink it on the berth? I'll try not to be messy," said the red twin with pleading optics.

"Sure, why not," said the medic. "You'll be cleaning it up tomorrow anyways," as he led the red twin to the berth while Sunstreaker retrieved it for them. Sideswipe sat on the berth and Ratchet brought his legs up on the berth. Ratchet joined him and Sunstreaker sandwiched him while handing each their serving of high grade and placing the other on the berth.

"How much did you bring back?" asked a suspicious medic.

"As much as I could've carried," said the yellow twin as he started drinking. Sideswipe grinned and began drinking as well. Ratchet did not complain about being able to sit and relax with his lovers, enjoying some high grade. However, knowing the red and yellow pair, one can never be certain.

"To Ratchet," said Sunstreaker as he wanted to make a toast.

"To Ratchet," replied Sideswipe with a smile.

"Why me?" asked the medic as he almost choked on his drink.

"For everything," replied the red twin as he leaned in to kiss the Autobot medic. Ratchet was taken a little off guard, but he enjoyed the kiss and moaned when Sideswipe stuck his glossa in his mouth. Engaging in a small glossa battle, Ratchet lost to his red lover.

"You seemed to have forgotten me," whined the yellow twin as he went in to kiss the medic after he broke free from the red twin. Sunstreaker slipped his glossa in the medic as well, and the fight for dominance in the kiss was lost to the medic once again. Once Ratchet was able to cycle air back in his systems, he stared at the pair and smirked as he went back to finishing his high grade.

"What was that smirk for?" asked Sunstreaker as he drank his high grade.

"Nothing," said the medic as he drank his high grade while he licked his lips.

"Do that again," said Sideswipe as he spilled some of his high grade on himself.

"Do what?" asked the medic playfully as he licked his lips again. Sideswipe groaned at how sexy his medic was as his glossa went over his lip. The red twin downed his remaining high grade and reached out for the medic.

"Look at you," scolded the medic playfully as he finished his drink. "You've got energon all over you…," as he leaned in to lick the energon off of Sideswipe's chassis.

"It's all your fault…," moaned the red twin as he felt Ratchet licking his sensitive plating. "For turning me on like…like you did…"

Sunstreaker enjoyed the show as he drank his energon. Watching the medic work over his brother, making his twin moan was very arousing. Ratchet ran his glossa lower and lower until he was inches away from Sideswipe's interface panel. Sideswipe moaned when Ratchet did not keep going, he attempted in arching hips forward to get back the medic's attention. Ratchet smirked and moved away making Sideswipe whine. The medic approached Sunstreaker and grinned at him as he took another cube of high grade. Sunstreaker moaned as he imagined the possibilities the medic was going to do with the energon.

Ratchet went back to the whining red twin and he tilted the energon drink over Sideswipe's interface panel. The twins moaned in unison, Sideswipe moaned from the coolness of the drink on his heated plating while Sunstreaker moaned at how arousing it might have felt. Ratchet deemed it to be enough as he placed the other half of the energon drink on the berth side table. His grin stretching from audio to audio, and he reached his hand out to touch the sensitive panel.

"Oh…Ratchet…feels so…good…," moaned Sideswipe as he bit his lip.

"It looks…good…as well," groaned the neglected Sunstreaker. "What about me, Ratchet?" as he went up behind the medic rubbing his hips to the beautiful aft.

"Why don't you lie down beside your brother?" suggested Ratchet as he moaned from Sunstreaker's grinding. Sunstreaker doing as he was told by his medic laid himself beside his brother and Ratchet licked his lips again. Reaching for the energon drink, he tilted it over and poured its content on the yellow twin's sensitive interface panel. Sunstreaker moaned with heightened pleasure as the coolness felt wonderfully good on his hot panel. The twins were shivering with pleasure as Ratchet rubbed his hand on their interface panels, teasing it.

The twins moaning in unison, feeling the way the medic was working on their interface panel. Sideswipe reached out to touch the medic, but the medic took his hand off the red twin's panel.

"Now, now," Ratchet said playfully. "We've got all night, why rush?" as he tapped the twin's interface panel, causing lubricants to leak out from the transformation seams.

"You're driving us insane," moaned the two brothers in unison, shivering from utmost pleasure.

"Please…," cried Sideswipe as he felt the tightness of his interface panel become unbearable. Ratchet grinned at them and decided to relieve them both.

"So…who wants it first?" the medic asked teasing them a little further as he coaxed the interface panels open, holding on their spikes and began stroking it slowly.

The pair kept moaning at how pleasurable the stroking was, and they were unable to answer the question. Ratchet thumbed their slits and asked them a second time, "Who first?"

"Me…first…can't move…legs…Ah…," moaned Sideswipe as he turned into a pile of hot metal, melting in the wonderful touch as his fingers curled around the berth.

"That's more like it…," as the medic leaned in to kiss the red twin. "But you've got to stretch me first…," whispering in the red twin's audio.

"You're too good…," moaned Sunstreaker as his spike was being squeezed around the base.

"You think…so…Ah…," replied the medic as Sideswipe pushed two fingers into his wet valve. Ratchet licked his lips and gave Sideswipe's spike a light squeeze.

"So good…I'm going to overload…Ah…," moaned Sideswipe as everything felt so good to his chassis that he overloaded in the medic's hand.

"How fast," teased Ratchet as he licked the red twin's lubricants off his hand while he kept stroking Sunstreaker harder.

"It's because you're good…," replied the dazed Sideswipe as he pushed another finger into the medic's valve. Sunstreaker bit his lip at how hot his medic was as his brother stretched him.

"I really want to put it in…Ah…," moaned the yellow twin as his slit was being thumbed, lubricants being coaxed out and spread around the head.

"Me too…," groaned Sideswipe as he inserted a fourth finger into Ratchet.

"Ah…," moaned the medic as his sweet spot was stimulated. "Put it…in…Give it to me…Ah…"


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