Spark of Bots: Irons World Chapter 11: Home A-4

a/n {hugs time} First goes to ILLMATAR! My mentor and butt kicker. And shameless plug: Anyone who reads this: you must go read her Maelstrom. That's an order. It will make you cry, laugh, and cringe and hug your friends real tight.

Second: If you want to see some awesome Ratchet/Ironhide brotherhood hilarity you must see Litahatchee's Night Fire. Warning, you will cry, laugh, and scream, cry, laugh…

Third: phaedra39.… oh dearie, your reviews mean so much to me, and you better catch those frig'n bunnies and finish your story!

And now back to our program… Will these two ever get a break?

Sticky Alert

Wroughtiron watches Skyfire come in and disembark his crew. With a special adapter, Energon is infused into the shuttle mech still in altmode. Swiftly, like the expert team they are, the Wreakers leap down and bop their fists to another successful mission. Skyfire and Optimus have a good reunion while Rod oversees the mission debrief with Ultra Magnus. Lilly is helping them load the much needed building and medical supplies for Skyfire's next run, while glancing back to the door way from the main building.

As soon as the black medical mech graces the doorway with his med cases, Lilly confidently strides over trying not to rush. Seeing her coming towards him, he drops the cases tucks the data pad into the back of his "belt" so he can envelope her in his arms. All faces fall flat when Lilly's expression quickly changes and her mate's embrace is near crushing.

"Iron, what's going on?" she's careful to ask feeling his trepidation. Something was up and she wasn't going to like it, that was quite clear. Nothing is said out loud.

Instead he lets the link take over. Gratefulness of a successful return. Peace for a safe journey. Anger of there being a journey. Soothing to ragged emotions of being separated again before even their first bond-night. Pride in being asked to go onto the mission. Confusion to living arrangements. A giggle to that even being a thought considering all else that is going on. The couple tunes out everyone else in the hangar to just hold each other close and have a quiet spark-conversation.

"I love you, Iron. I'm so proud of you-"

"Sssh, it's okay Lilly," he cut off her attempt at hiding her real feelings. He smiles stroking her face, "Remember, I can feel you." He presses his forehelm to hers, "I'm not real happy either, can you tell? I miss the Tegans but not as much as I'll miss you." She smiles back at him. Then he makes a quick glance. Everyone else in hangar are busy with Optimus and Skyfire not outwardly paying attention to the couple.

Iron cups the back of her neck and goes for a warm kiss. She lets him take over her mouth, slipping her palms around his waist. It opens up his kiss causing them both to block out the world further. As his tongue pushes her to the next level, it's her finger tips dipping into his aft panel that makes him moan desperate and frustrated knowing he can't get his needs fulfilled.

That moan was a bit loud. All heads turn to the newly-bonded panting against the wall.

Kup, with Rod and Optimus, coughs, getting their attention. The leaders turn to Kup and then where he is pointing. "Shame to break up that."

The sires see Iron backing Lilly against the wall only because she is tugging at his aft. Her shoulders slam against the wall with all his weight pressing a seductive thigh between hers and changing to nibble at her neck. Her hand cups and guides his helm while his firm palm grasps and lifts her thigh to his hip.

Kup mutters low, "You don't think he'll… ya know.. Right here…. You know like his parents probably would have. Do you?"

Optimus and Rod turn to each other and stride towards the couple softly. Optimus clears his throat and smirks to Rod, "Looks like a classic case of dereliction of duty." Rod hums in agreement. "And you allowed this under your command?"

Rod shakes his head, "It's not my command any more. It's yours. So what are you going to do about it?"

At this point, the couple have stopped making out. Lilly buries her face in her husband's neck to hide her flush. Iron on the other hand, presses his forehelm to the cold wall also trying to hide, yet it presses his body even closer to hers only making the tight armor now painful.

Optimus strokes his chin, "Well back in my previous command, an infraction like this was grounds for confinement."

Iron whips his head up to stare at Optimus incredulously.

Rod nods rubbing his helm, "Oh yeah, confinement was awful. Bore out of my cranium. But this dereliction is so much worse than what Blurr, Bee and I did. What does this deserve?"

Optimus looks at them carefully and strokes his chin, "Well, what do you think, Rod? She is your daughter. Poco would kill me if I allowed this infraction to go unpunished."

Rod chuffs, "Rosa would beat me to scrap if she saw this again." He rubs his own chin, "Forty eight hours?"

Optimus tsks and waggles a finger, "As I remember, Ironhide encored seventy two." Iron shoots his head up higher at the mention of his sire getting an infraction for dereliction of duty. "Chromia was livid and pushed for more time."

Rod raises an optic brow. "Seventy two, wow! This is much more severe than I thought." By now Lilly has also lifted her head, but neither one has loosened their hold.

Iron, what's going on?

I have no idea. I'm not sure if they're playing with us.

I know father is, but what is Grandfather getting at?

Just then, Red Alert comes into the bay and sees the two lead commanders talking to an entangled couple. He over hears the conversation and sees the worry on Lilly's face. Smirking to Optimus, he strides up to Iron and yanks the pad out of his belt, "I've been looking for that. Thanks Iron." And he turns to Optimus, "Permission to board?"

Optimus nods knowing that Red Alert is supporting the couple, "Granted. And be sure to tell Skyfire why so he can pass on the news to the Tegans. They will want to know." Red Alert salutes and turns with a smirk and swipes Iron's med cases. Iron protests, "Ah, but wait! I'm supposed-"

Optimus leans in, "To do your first duty. Now, have you even been to your quarters since you got back?" Iron shakes his head. Optimus tisks again, "And when was the last time you and Lilly were alone together?" Iron knows exactly that tone is implying: When have they last interfaced. Iron frowns. Lilly groans into her mate's broad chest.

Now it's Optimus' turn to groan in disappointment, "Oh Iron, no. Seriously?" Optimus turns to Rod, "This is very serious. One week. Starting now. Lilly, go with him."

Lilly looks between her two sires, "What are you talking about?"

Optimus sighs, then answers her with spark ache and a thumb to his own chest, "Ironhide, and several others, learned the hard way that duty to his mate comes first. So for the next week, you and your mate will be confined to your quarters." Iron looks between Rod and Optimus and then sighs in complete release of tension. Optimus smirks and looks to Lilly, "Oh and don't think you got off so easy. Elita didn't." His enduring smiles lets her know Elita had put Autobot duties before her mate as much as he did.

Rod turns to Optimus and snorts, "Elita?"

Optimus turns to Rod and chuckles, "And just where do you think Elita and I got the idea to punish Ironhide and Chromia?"

"And here I thought you were brilliant." Rod teases.

"I'm brilliant because I know a good idea when I hear it. Now, you two, get out of here. If I see one blip of your signatures outside your quarters, I'll put a babysitter INSIDE your quarters. Go. Now."

Iron doesn't wait. He scoops Lilly into his arms and Rod pipes up, "Oh, Iron, we moved your quarters again."

As much as Iron was hot for his mate, his anger fueled again and whirls around with Lilly clutching tight, "Would somebody please explain what the FRAG that is all about? Every frag'n time I go on a mission, some yahoo moves me."

Optimus scowls to Rod. Rod flushes at first and then holds a up a hand to Optimus to wait a moment. Then with a sincerity no one has heard from Rodimus or Hot Rod (in Optimus' case), he makes a promise, "Wroughtiron, never again. I promise you. Never again." Then that old Hot Rod smirk comes out thumping Optimus in the Matrix, "Unless it's for larger quarters."

Lilly snorts, "No offense Papa and Grandpapa, no slagging way will I be bound to a Prime!" The sire-Prime mechs can only laugh knowing good an well what she means. Lilly turns soft, "I'm not as strong as Rosa or Elita."

Iron curls her tighter to himself, "You're strong enough for me, and that's all I need."

"So true," Rod and Optimus softly encourage the medic's mate.

Rod then nods, "Off with you. Iron, A-4." Iron narrows his gaze completely confused. Rod makes shooing motions with his fingers, "Go before I throw you over my shoulder and take you to your quarters." Still baffled, Iron salutes his commanders and tears out of the hangar just as Skyfire leaves as well.

Hand in hand, Lilly and Iron walk out of the elevator on the top level of Iacon's command's personal quarters. The elevator opens into a domed landing that splits off into six corridors for each of the high ranking officers. They both knew good and well Prime's quarters headed off A-1. Ultra Magnus (SIC) was down A-2. A-3 was reserved for trusted visiting dignitaries, now would become Rod's. A-5 belonged to Springer and Arcee, Wreaker Commander. A-6 belonged to Wheeljack. A little nervous they were, but since he was rarely in the quarters anyway, it didn't matter.

That left A-4. The corridor had always been sealed by the secondary-blast-door at the main split as far as either of these two bots had known. The reverence placed there with a single black ribbon covering the nameplate had made all the Spark of Bot's stay away. There were things to hack into and there were some things you just did NOT do. Violating the memorial seal on this door was one.

But now, the blast door was retracted into it's housing. The couple is nervous to step towards the sacred doorway. Coming closer, the smell of cleansers and fresh paint waffed down the short corridor. Both of them were more than curious about the name plate on the doorway. Reading it, Lilly turned into Iron's arms to clutch him around the torso. She was supporting him incase he faltered in what he read.

There was a commander's title on the golden plate. And below it a nameplate in the bot's armor color. The old name had been left as a memorial, and just below, Iron's name had been added in his black and blue markings. No one had been given this title since this bot died in battle. No one was deemed worthy enough to carry (or felt worth to accept) the title. Any one given the title had always enforce ACTING-before the title not feeling worthy to carry the full title.

Until today. Apparently, with two Prime's backing him, Wroughtiron would have to accept his new rank and position and living quarters. Ever so reverently Iron touched the dead bot's red and white name before acknowledging his new rank.

Chief Medical Officer

Ratchet

Wroughtiron / Fire Lilly.

Wroughtiron let his fingers trace every single letter slowly, reverently. Lilly can feel his nervousness mixed with his grief and yes, even a bit of pride. Just a bit, arrogance is not in his vocabulary. "Iron, are you alright?"

He nods slowly, "I kind of fell bad for barking at the Primes just now."

Lilly chuckles, "Well you've taken far more slag from everyone that you ever should have. I'm surprised you haven't blown up earlier about that continuing prank. And no, I had nothing to do with that except to make sure your valuables were pack ever so carefully."

He faces her with mixed emotions, "You know, I have no idea how to take that. Gratitude that my items were carefully packed, or anger that you helped move them."

She stokes his nose, "I figured I couldn't stop Manta, Firelock, Sunstreaker or Wheeljack, but I could make sure they didn't hurt anything more than your pride."

Then she snuggles into his chest and takes a finger of his to touch his new rank, "So CMO, how do you plan to pay them back? You now out rank Firelock, Manta, Sunstreaker… and at times two Primes."

Iron chuckles lightly, "I think I will take a page from Ratchet's book." Lilly pulls back feeling a wicked wave in him. His smirk matched, "Nothing. Let 'em squirm in agony of anticipation." Lilly joins his evil laugh.

Then Iron presses a kissed fingertip to Ratchet's name one last time, "Miss you Uncle. I'll make you proud and keep the title honorable. But I just don't have the arm for wrench throwing. That belongs to you alone." Lilly steps back as his hand drops down to entwine with hers. "Come on, let's see what home looks like."

~~ Coming to the door, he keys in his code and the door opens, "First thing I do is change my pass-code. I do NOT want Manta making himself at home in here with us." Lilly giggles as he pulses an amorous and tantalizing send. As soon as the door closes, that is exactly what the couple does first.

With the new code in place they decide to look around their new domicile. The front door opens into the main room open enough to welcome guest, a living room if you will. Off to the side, door open, Iron steps in. His new office. Probably for the only time in it's existence, the desk top is cleared of data pads awaiting work. A few blanks, a cup of stylus, a computer and a empty holoframe awaiting him to up load a favorite picture.

Iron looks to the shelves of literature, manuals, text and a ton of data from all over the galaxy about medicine and procedures. Most of them he already read and authored by Ratchet himself. That sacred glyph on the spines. On the wall is a picture that nearly does him in. A picture at Ocean City of Chromia and Ratchet holding Ironhide by his wrists and ankles swinging him ready to throw him off the dock into the ocean. The look of pure horror on his sire's face while evil delight crosses Chromia and Ratchet. Iron chuckles. Yeah, his sire would have been completely freaking out. 'Bot was terrified of water.

"Iron, my love, you need to see this," Lilly softly calls to him. Iron returns to the main room and sees his cases of personal items all neatly stacked in the corner awaiting his placement within his permanent home. It's her attention to one of the display shelves that catches his attention.

On the top shelf is a good size wrench in a fancy display brace. A brass plate attached to the brace: Property of Ratchet. Except Ratchet has been X'd out and replaced with a gruff scrawled glyph: Ironhide. And scrawled on the edge of the plate, Until he gives me my cannon back! Iron chuckles lightly.

On the next lower shelf is a beat up arm canon in a glass-like case. Iron would know that beaten up black and red armor anywhere. It's the plate that sends him giggling again: Property of Ironhide, this time Ironhide has been X'd out and replaced with a beautiful glyph of Ratchet. Added to it was, He can have it back when he gives me my wrench!

Iron doubles over in laughter. Oh it's been such a long time since he saw his sire and uncle go at it only to have Chromia be the real instigator. Tears come down his face remembering the banter and wrestling those two would get into, and Chromia beaming silent on the sidelines. Anyone who looked at them would think they were brothers. Although they are both dead, it was fitting that they died together, side by side defending their comrades. 'Iron couldn't be more proud of his mech-mentors.

Lilly comes to him and hugs him warmly, "I take it you're okay with your new quarters?"

He nods wiping the tears from his optics, "Yeah, I'm going to be alright. Shall we see what other surprises this place has?" She nods.

Slipping his arm around her waist, they head down the hall to the back part of the quarters. First thing they pass is a berth room, but not the master room. Iron points, "Not Manta's!" Lilly giggles at Iron making it clear Manta will not be taking all his time anymore.

Next was a storage room. Followed by private wash racks. Manta sighs heavily looking to the ceiling in prayer, "Finally! Thank you Primus!" Lilly had to blush, she'd had a pampered life not having to share the communal racks. Just sharing with her brother.

The luxury doesn't hold his attention for long. The double doors at the end of the hall call to him. Pressing the release button, they step into the huge master room with it's even own private wash rack. Iron gapes, "Two?" Lilly flushes and nods. He had never seen the full extent of Prime's quarters and so carefully he asks, "Are yours this big?"

She has to giggle a little seeing how these were now her new quarters. Instead she tips her head back and forth, "These quarters are slightly smaller than Prime's but still spacious. Your quarters have always been dinky."

Iron tries not to grimace at the thought. He was never vain, but he had to admit, he really did like these new quarters. Looking around he sees a huge window looking down to Iacon and the eternal flame of the Primes. A small loveseat is set there for the couple to look out and enjoy the sight.

Iron looks around some more and finds another shelf for mementos. But what really catches his eye is the double wide berth covered with a rich and comforting blanket with the fire lily he had designed for Lilly on a black back ground. Trimming the edge of the blanket in Chromia-blue and Ironhide-red are their entwined glyphs.

A single note pinned to the corner catches Lilly's optic. Lilly picks it up and reads it, "Well its about time you two stopped dancing and merged those sparks. I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep this hidden."

Iron furrows his brow and who would know how long their sparks pined for each other, "Who?" Lilly flips the card over. Only one mark. The mark of infinity, "Casey, I should have know Manta couldn't keep his mouth shut."

Lilly takes his hand and pulls him closer, "But think about it, who did he tell. Blurr? No, a fellow bonded who would understand, his mother."

Iron had to nod slowly to that pressing his forehelm to hers. "Are you alright? I'm sorry if I got you in trouble with everyone."

Lilly giggles caressing his chest, "Iron, I don't give a frag about anyone right now."

Cocking an optic ridge he smirks. He reaches into his gauntlet and pulls out a chip, "Speaking of fragging, Wheeljack gave me something. And I read it while stuck on 'bay duty."

She looks at the offending chip, "Uh, what is that?"

He sends to her a wave of pent up sexual desire, "Your confidential medical records. The part that only Firestar and Wheeljack had access to."

Now she blushes. He knows. Everything.

His lips move to her throat and start again where they left off in the shuttle bay. Licks, nips suckles… while her fingers dig into the seams of his armor trying to find his protoform sensitive skin.

Chucking the chip over his shoulder, Iron expertly begins flicking and releasing the catches to her own armor and dropping them to the floor. "Lilly can I make love to you now? I have to be inside you. And I know now, you can take me." She nods and begins releasing his armor as well.

He isn't going to ask why she didn't tell him earlier that they were physically compatible, that will come later when they are resting and entwined. Right now, he needs to feel his body sliding, gliding and touching his spark mate inside out. His voice is hungry with need and passion, "I'm going to frag your world."

Lilly arches her neck and spine backwards allowing his mouth and sensitive finger tips do as they will.

Chuckling the last remains of their armor, Iron lift his mate by the waist and sets her into the middle of the soft berth. Once again his optics go wide, "Oh Primus, this berth is comfortable!" Lilly giggles at his slight derailment of aroused pleasure and pushes him over to lay on his back. His optics slide close and revel in the softness of the berth and warm blanket. "Oh, they are going to have a very hard time getting me out of these quarters."

Looking down at her reclined, aroused and very delectable mate, she reminds him, "Love, we have nearlya whole week."

"Good," is all he can come back with, and she giggles again.

The soft lighting from the lamps on either side of the berth are enough for her to get a good look at her mate, but not bright enough to remind them of work. There is Iron in his red underarmor, like his sire's, but she notices something adorable. Freckles. Sure, she's seen her sire and brother's naked shoulders and backs, but neither one of them had these. Letting a finger trace the smattering of blue spots of different shapes, hues and sizes across his shoulders and chest she smiles, "Freckles." She shutters, and his optics snap up to hers to check her reaction. Then he feels it, it's turn on for her, not a revulsion. Smiling broadly, he rolls to his front and she can see the freckles go all down his spine and across his broad back. Even across his aft. Her palms smooth and touch them. The spots aren't lumps, they are completely smooth, like a leopard. Trailing her hand down his thighs she sees they get fewer into nothing by the calf. On the back of his right calf she sees something else.

Touching it, Iron buries his face in the soft pillow and groans. Checking his vibe, she senses embarrassment. Oh now she has to know. Coming closer, she sees the marked glyph tattoo-engraving to the back of his calf: Friends to the Matrix: Manta & Iron

"I was drunk, okay? I didn't know about Igneous or Smudge until relatively recently considering I knew about Manta since he hatched, okay? It was the only time Manta and I got stupidly drunk with some new EMC personal in Red Alert's Jungle Base med-bay."

Lilly places a sweet kiss on the mark and then lays herself across her mate's back. He moans in complete sedation of her sexy warmth nestling into his body. Her lips reach closer to his audio, "I have one too. But you'll have to search to find it." His head turns ever so slightly at the challenge. She doesn't move. "Can you find it before I overload you …(most seductively) again?"

Ever so slowly he rolls to his back. Lilly only lifts enough to keep her body face down while he rolls and now lies chest to chest with her. He cups her aft with one hand and the back of her neck with the other, "Sorry, this time you're going over the edge first."

Lilly waggles her optics, "Wanna bet?"

He smirks using the old human line, "Never bet on black or red. You will always loose." She furrows her brow knowing the saying and the connotation between his outer and under armor, "Then what's left to bet on?"

He flips her to her back pinning her hips with his hardening aroused ones and whispers for her surrender, "Nothing. You're going to loose." And his mouth takes hers.

~~~ Lilly arches a croons into his touch. He so, so won that bet. He had her overloading and trembling at his touch before she even knew what was happening. He didn't let her come down from the high before adding the next part of their joining. With a few strums of his finger tips to her spark-slit, her spark came out to play with his. That's just the way he wanted it. He wanted to suck the pain of his penetration into his half of the bond. Never, never did he want his mate to feel pain at his touch. It almost worked. She still felt some of it, but on the other hand, she felt what he had done in pulling and sharing it with her. How could she not love her mate even more for trying to save her from this small moment of discomfort?

In reply, she send back her adoration for him. Her delight that it was him alone that had taken this moment. That her body alone was his. Back and forth the emotions of delight, honor, gratitude and even a bit of holiness of their bodies having only experienced each other. And no one else will ever have this rite.

~~ The mates slipped into stasis, still spark-merged and physically connected. Entwined physically, spiritually and eternally. While the loves slept, the sparks retreated to their housings leaving the lovers to their peaceful dreams.

~~ Optimus and Rod (having made a scan to make sure the lovers were asleep) slipped into the quarters and down to the master suite. Normally they would haven sent a medical officer to check on a situation like this: two bots with unique medical issues and making sure they are functioning alright after a spark racing activity that would max-out their systems. This was a delicate situation with high ranking officer and a sensitive subject. Optimus and Rod carefully take their silent medical scans for the CMO's files.

It shuttered Rod for a moment to see his sparkling as a full-fledged femme intimately wrapped and still connected to a mech.

Optimus smiled a shared a sympathetic feeling and patted his orange shoulder, /If I found you similarly with Rosa…/ To which Rod looks to Optimus and blushes. Optimus reaches over to the side of the bed and picks up the handmade blanket that had fallen to the floor during their love making. Reverently, he covers the lovers.

Rod reaches over seeing the two in very deep recharge and strokes both their helms, /When Firestar told me about her deformity, I was afraid she would never open herself up to love. After what Rosa and I couldn't complete. I was terrified she would never let herself accept another into her spark. I'm very glad to see she did and happily bonded to a good mech./

/Rod,/ Optimus gets the younger sire to look up from the entwined lovers, although not breaking contact with their helms. /Me too./ Rod's face falls with all the adoration a young mech can accept from a femme's sire. /And I will tell you a thousand times more./

There was nothing for Rod to say to him. Instead, he looks down to his daughter's mate. He kisses his helm, /And so I shall tell him as well./

Reaching over, Optimus turns off the lights and wraps an arm around Rod's shoulder leading him out of the quarters and locking the door.