Basis: G1

Pairings: WheeljackxPerceptor, HoundxMirage, ProwlxJazz

Yes, there is nursing in here... I thought it would be interesting if Cybertronians could do very similar things as humans like this. Bahahaha :3

Sorry I haven't included much slashy stuff, like interfacing and whatnot... The end (twill not give it away) may be good? Iunno; Hope you enjoy.

Reviews are still awesome to get! Thanks a lot for those who do ;)

Day 23 / 13

"Hey, do you mind if I keep this in here?"

"Keep what..." Wheeljack replied as he turned around. Ratchet held up a pitcher with a smiling faceplate right in front of him.

"I don't want it getting mixed up Mirage's in the rec room."

"Oh yeah, sure, Ratch," he smiled back. "But... um, are you sure you get it mixed up with Perceptor's?"

Wheeljack practically grinned like an idiot as he thought that was, by far, the best way of telling the medic the news. Ratchet's look just made him grin much wider.

"What do you mean Percep - "

He stopped as he opened the cooler to place the pitcher inside, and saw the same thing already there. "Wheeljack..."

His helm fins merely flashed twice at the medic at his large optics.

"Per...ceptor's... expecting?"

The scientist just shrugged and returned to his project. "You'll have to ask him yourself," he teased. His optics shifted down to the medic's swollen abdomen, knowing in just two or three joors Perceptor's would look like that too. It got him excited for some reason.

"Since when?"

"Last night I believe," he said with a smirk. Ratchet playfully rolled his optics at his teasings.

"Well... I'll just keep this in the rec room then," he eventually replied, still a little surprised Perceptor hadn't told him. Maybe they just found out this morning or something. But how would he already be producing trans-energon? Perhaps... oh, he didn't think about it anymore. But didn't Ratchet need to give him clearance? Then again, Optimus said himself go ahead if you were going to, so he figured it didn't matter. "Mirage is due tomorrow anyway."

"Alright, Ratch."

He waved goodbye and gave him his happy congrats as he exited the scientist's quarters.

"Come on, honey. Don't do this to mommy."

"I don't want - a nap!"

"I know Glazer," he said softly as he kept his servo out for her to take, but she still just stood there with her arms crossed. "But you need to recharge."

She just looked up at her creator with a frown, Mirage's smile just soon making her smile and take his servo. "Good girl."

The noble kept his servo over his very swollen abdomen as the other held Glazer's little one, the two walking through the rec room back to their quarters. Hound was already inside once they got there, so the scout scooped the giggling femme up and sat in her rocker with her to coax her into recharge.

"Daddy?" she asked after a while as she relaxed more in his hold.

Hound looked down at his daughter in the dim lighting, neutral smile and dimmed optics not changing. "Yeah, little Boo."

"Wh - What will be the sparkin's na-ame?"

Hound just continued to stroke her little helm as they rocked peacefully. "Mommy told me you liked the name Teddy."

She keened a loud smile, only to have Hound laugh as he shushed her.

"Well, I love that name."

"You do?"

Hound nodded and kissed the toddler on her forehelm. "I think we can work it out, to give her that name."

"I-Is she going t-to be like me?"

"She will be just like you, Boo," he smiled. "Just as smart and pretty and sweet."

She smiled widely again, Hound just chuckling as he shifted her so she was more comfortable. He reached over to the side table and grabbed her blanket, and wrapped it around her as he finally got her to offline her optics. "Go to sleep, baby," he soothed, rocking her slowly, listening to the soft creaks in between her quiet cycling.

Once Hound knew she was at the point where he could put her down, he stood up slowly and gave her another soft kiss on the helm. He gently lowered her down into her crib, moving her ducky right by her and adjusting the blanket around her.

"Goodnight, Boo."

Jazz jumped at least a good two feet in the air as he felt something suddenly touch his waist, and nearly smacked the laughing Prowl behind him.

"I'm sorry," he smiled. "I am. I didn't mean to scare you."

Jazz just sighed and couldn't help his own smile as the water continued to pour from the shower head, lifting up his arm to rinse the soap off. "What are you doing?"

"You just seem really tense," he replied as he wrapped his arms around his whole midriff and rocked with him in their private wash rack. "You need some lovin'."

"I have plenty of lovin'."

"Mmmm. Not enough..." he muffled into his neck kinkily.

Jazz just giggled. "Where are the sparklings?"

"Recharging."

"Shouldn't you be watching them instead o' groping me?"

"The energon bars are set. They're perfectly safe."

The saboteur turned around to face Prowl, water trickling down past his lips which were only a few inches from the tactician's. "Kiss me then."

Prowl did so, pushing his cool lips to his bondmate's, feeling his glossa mix with the warm water pouring in. He moaned happily, sliding his own glossa past the saboteur's and tasting him passionately. Jazz tilted their helms to deepen it, deepening the wonderful sensation of a hot kiss he hadn't had in a while.

Crying from out in their quarters made it break, however, both turning to look with smiles on their faceplates. "I'll go see about them," Prowl said softly, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before he stepped out of the wash rack and dried what water got on him off.

"Shhshhshhhh," he said so calmly as he walked into the sparklings' room and saw Metallica writhing on her side of the large crib. Chromix remained perfectly still, out like a light and completely oblivious to his sister's wailing and thrashing.

Prowl gently picked her up and wrapped her yellow blanket around her, bouncing her softly and he smoothly shushed her. "You're alright, baby... Daddy's here. You're okay."

He turned and spotted the metal pacifier on the side table, and picked it up and urged it against her quivering wet lips. "Here babydoll..."

She stopped crying for a short moment and sucked on the pacifier, but just started up again and tried to pry it out of her own mouth with her tiny servos.

"Oh honey..." he only smiled as she wailed louder, eventually walking out into the main room as not the wake their little mech up. Jazz walked out of the shower, all clean and dry, smiling as Prowl bounced her.

"Here, babe, lemme try nursing her."

The saboteur took the sobbing femme and bounced her as he retracted the metal covering the tiny spigot attached to the side of his chassis. He shifted her in his arms so she could see the small spigot, supporting her helm and the rest of her tiny frail body as her lips finally found the metal and began to suck from it.

Prowl just sighed as he watched her little lips move around the small tube, swallowing the energon just like a bottle. "Why did you want to nurse her?" he eventually asked.

"Well, for one thing, you never washed her bottle..."

Prowl's optics widened a little and he quickly opened his subspace to see the in fact dirty bottle. "Oh... Jazz, I'm sorry..."

Jazz just giggled softly. "Tha's alright Prowler. I was gonna say I think she needed to be nursed anyway. It helps to soothe them."

"It does..." he asked calmly.

Jazz nodded and looked down to the little femme, tiny servos softly clenching at his chassis as she sucked at the tiny 'nipple', as humans said were what they had. The spigot was almost in the same place as a human's, one on each side, and one below each one for a total of four. As a new Cybertronian mother still cycled trans-energon through his or her body, it would remain in the four different chambers waiting for usage until about six or seven joors after the sparkling was born. A lot of creators liked the idea of feeding their sparkling the natural way, rather than just pre-making it ahead of time for bottles. But some mechs didn't like the feel of it or the idea of their energon coming straight from their own body, as some viruses could possibly, but rarely, end up mixing with it. Jazz knew Mirage only nursed Glazer a couple of times for that reason, but he was getting used to it. Jazz himself had never done it before, but living with Ratchet almost his whole life he had seen how it was done before.

The medic had explained to his asking of 'why they did that' by saying that nursing the sparkling could help soothe them. The warmth and energy coming from their own mother's body directly like that would produce positive feelings towards the sparkling, thus calming them greatly and relaxing them. It was also a great and favored way to coax them into recharge.

As Jazz told Prowl what Ratchet had said to him, he sat down in the rocker in their main quarter's section. The two had put one in either room in case they ran into situations like this, or if both sparklings needed to be rocked and calmed down at the same time. Prowl just sat on the small metal ottoman in front of them.

Jazz looked up to Prowl as saw how he just smiled softly as he watched his little femme drink the energon, her wet optics dim and legs only kicking slightly from time to time as a sign of relaxation.

"Does it hurt?" Prowl asked after he noticed continuous faces made by the saboteur.

"No, it just feels funny," he replied with a whisper. "It kinda tickles and she'll suck a little harder when it's almost empty. I should probably switch chambers."

Jazz huffed a smile as she nipped at the spigot, trying to suck out the last drop, but only whimpered as Jazz managed to pull her off and lift her up to flip her around. "You're okay," he soothed as she started to cry again. "You're alright, baby..."

Prowl smiled to himself again as she wrapped her lips around the opposite side spigot and drink the energon again.

Day 24 / 14

"HOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUNNNDD!"

*Shit, where's Glazer?*

"Glaz - !"

"She's right here, Hound. I got her," piped up Bumblebee.

"Are you sure she's alright here?"

"Oh yeah, she's fine."

"Just go, Hound!" Ironhide laughed.

The scout gave her one last look as she played in the rec room floor with the yellow spy, hearing her yell a strong "Daddy!" as he turned and ran out with the others... cheering, so he thought. He didn't have time to think about it now.

"Go, Hound, go!" he heard the twins shout at him at he shot past them.

He nearly hit the wall as he turned the corner, running as fast as he possibly could towards med bay.

"HOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUNNNNNNNDD !"

"I'm coming, 'Raj," he said to himself as he could hear the screams as clear as a bell now. He spotted Blaster and Tracks sitting in the chairs in the hallway outside the med bay, also known as Ratchet's little waiting room, but had no time to even wave 'hi'.

"Good luck Hound!" he heard Blaster call, and smiled at them as he slammed on the door and waited for one of the mechs to open it. It swooshed open and Hound jumped inside, Mirage's yells of pain at least ten times greater without the sound barrier. The doors shut behind him, another muffled scream echoing down the hall.

"I'm here, baby," he whispered to him as he knelt down and took the noble's servo, but Mirage just clutched onto it for dear life as Ratchet had him push again.

"NNNNNGGGGHHHH!"

"That's it, 'Raj! I'm so proud, you've done so much already - "

"What the HELL took you..." he keened and scowled in pain.

"I'm sorry, baby, I got the call while I was in the middle of stealth - "

"AAAAAAUUGGHHH SHUT UUUP!"

Ratchet just chuckled as Hound smiled. "Come on, Mirage. Push! Push!"

Perceptor wiped his sweaty forehelm with a wash cloth for the fourth time already. Wheeljack fed the highest dose of reliever he currently could through his circuits as Perceptor looked to him, massaging his shoulders and encouraging him along with the others.

"C'moooon... The helm's almost here..."

"Push, baby, you can do it..."

He just screamed again, followed by a yelp of sincere pain as he felt the helm expanding his already too-stretched valve as it neared the surface. Ratchet just massaged his digits around the valve faster, encouraging the sparkling into the world, encouraging Mirage as he cried out once more.

Bumblebee frankly did not know what to do.

The only thing he could think of was to bounce her... That was what he'd seen Jazz and the others do when their sparkling was crying.

But Glazer wouldn't stop screaming; The noise nearly blew out his audios. He just shushed her calmly, stroking her, bouncing her as she only continued to sob and reach out towards the doors, muffling "Daddy!" repeatedly. The image made him feel so bad for her... It almost made him want to cry. Maybe if he did, she would focus her attention on him and stop crying. Of course he wouldn't do such a stupid thing though. Primus, he cracked himself up.

Jazz and Prowl suddenly walked in, the saboteur's smile just widening as he saw Bumblebee bouncing the wailing femme. He walked over to him as Prowl went and sat at a booth.

"Here, Bee, why don't we switch."

The spy looked up at the mech and gave a small smile. "If you could get her to stop crying, that'd be great..."

Jazz just chuckled as he took Glazer in his other arm and carefully handed his own little femme off to Bumblebee. The yellow mech went to sit by Prowl and hold their sparkling as he watched Jazz's actions instantly take affect on poor little Glazer. Like a true mother.

"Oh honey, shhhh," he calmed her as they bounced slightly. "Baaaby, don't cry, Daddy's coming right back."

"W-Want D-Da-addy!" she choked as she sobbed even more.

"I know, but Daddy's coming right back, sweetheart. He'll be back in just a minute. He just had to help Mommy with something." He gently kissed her helm and wiped away her tears, comforting her until her wails were reduced to strangled hiccups. "You're okay, sweetie... You'll be alright."

"Sorry," Bumblebee apologized softly to anyone who could hear him as he watched Jazz cradle the poor femme.

"What are you sorry for?" Prowl turned to him. "You did nothing wrong."

"Sorry I... couldn't get her to stop crying? Heh, I dunno, I just feel bad..."

"Well don't," the tactician smiled. "I'm actually surprised you knew the bouncing technique. A lot of mechs who've had no experience would just let them cry."

"Really? Well... I mean I'm not a creator, but I guess I've just been watching all these sparklings and their creators, like you and Jazz and 'Raj. Especially Hound for a while."

Prowl smiled and looked down to his little femme in Bee's arms. "You're a natural, Bumblebee. Look at her."

The mech looked down as Metallica cooed, pacifier wiggling slightly in between her sweet lips, and found himself holding her against his body like a true creator would. He didn't even notice how he was bouncing his leg up and down, creating a soothing motion technique for the sparkling.

"Not a natural, but thanks," he smirked. "I mean, I've always imagined myself as a creator, and have always wanted to be, but I'm a minibot."

"So?"

"So, I couldn't really carry a full mech's sparkling, could I? And if I had one with another minibot, we'd all be minibots. And I don't really want that."

"I think you could carry a full mech's, Bumblebee. You're not that mini. It'd be a little of a strain, but not much."

"What about having the sparkling?"

"You could always do Cesarean section, but I still think you could manage."

Bumblebee turned back to see how Glazer had settled down in Jazz's hold. He now just bounced with her, slightly, up and down as he swayed lightly in place.

"Do you have a secret bondmate or something?" Prowl teased him.

"Oh, no, Primus, no..." he chuckled. "I just... was wondering. When I was still with my ex on Cybertron, he had talked about a sparkling because we were getting pretty serious. And he was a full mech. An Ensign, actually."

"Of Iacon? Who was he?"

"Sandstorm. I want to say you worked together..."

"Yeah! Yeah, I know Sandstorm... Primus, I had no idea you two were - "

Bumblebee just looked to him and smiled. "It was nice while it lasted."

"Yeah... The war... got him. I'm so sorry Bumblebee."

He simply shrugged. "I guess I'm over him now. Besides, if it wasn't for his death, I probably wouldn't have joined the Autobots."

Prowl smiled just before Jazz walked over to the yellow spy. "She wants you back, Bee," he grinned.

"Oh, okay," he said softly as they switched again. "Thanks for getting her calmed down."

"Oh, yeah, no problem Bee. Happy to help."

It really didn't take long until Bumblebee had Glazer giggling like mad again as they played in the floor. Jazz watched as Bumblebee waved the rattle in her pretty faceplate as she made her two duckies kiss either one of Bumblebee's cheek plates at the same time.

Sideswipe had found some metal blocks in an old storage crate, and divided them in thirds for Glazer, Chromix, and Metallica. Glazer had already knocked down Bumblebee's small castle and had them sprawled out over the floor, but no one seemed to mind.

After another good cycle or so, Jazz nearly jerked Metallica's bottle out of her mouth as the sudden page surprised him. He pressed his digit to his audio, Prowl immediately wanting to know what the news was at his lover's happy faceplate.

"'Raj, I'm so proud of you," he smiled. "Mirage had the femme," he mouthed to Prowl, and the tactician just shared his smile.

"Alright, alright, I'll tell Bee."

Ratchet then ran in and to the stage, all the waiting mechs giving him their attention. "We now welcome the newest Autobot," he smiled into the microphone as a picture of the femme snuggled up in Mirage's arms popped up on Blaster's screen. "Tetris, born at 10:45 AM."

Cheers and whoops erupted through the crowd at the wonderful news. Glazer just squealed as Bumblebee told her that was her baby sister, and how pretty she was just like her.

"Way to go, Glazer!" someone hollered at her excitement, only to have her giggle in Bumblebee's lap and everyone cheer for her as well.

Hound continued to stroke Mirage's helm as he still cycled slightly heavily, ever so softly brushing the back of his digit over his new femme's tiny cheek plate.

"I really like the name," Mirage spoke weakly. "Glazer will like it too."

Hound smiled and gently kissed his helm. "Thank you," he teased, since he was the one who came up with the name.

He thumped his helm against Hound's chassis as they laid there in the berth, holding their sparkling finally. Hound looked up as Ratchet returned and popped his helm in the door, trying to get their attention.

"Do you mind for visitors? Or not yet?"

Mirage shook his helm and smiled. "No, we're okay for visitors."

Ratchet then stepped inside, with Jazz, Prowl, and Bumblebee with Glazer following. "Hey Mirage!" Jazz whisper-shouted.

"Hi Jazz," he sighed happily.

"Mommy!"

"Hi baby girl."

Bumblebee went around the berth and handed Glazer to Hound, who held her on his lap as she looked over the tiny sparkling. "Is that the sparkin Daddy?"

"Yeah, baby. Here's your little sister, Tetris."

"Teddy?"

"Yeah," Mirage smiled. "We can call her Teddy for short."

She keened a smile and bounced in the scout's lap, only to have him keep her still to not disturb Mommy or the baby.

"She looks just like ya, Mirage," Jazz chuckled, Prowl grinning in agreement. "She's beautiful."

"Thanks," he huffed a wide smile. "And thank you Bee, for watching her."

"Oh, it's not a problem. I love playing with her."

"I still can't believe out of the four sparklings in this room, three of them are femmes," Ratchet chirped as he walked in from the other room. Everyone looked to the sparklings, and soon were laughing along with him.

"That is somethin', isn't it..." Jazz whispered.

"I think it's funny," Wheeljack chimed in and stepped next to Ratchet. "But yours is a mech for sure."

"Yes," he said as the others smiled. "Definitely a mech."

"I almost forgot about that Ratch," Bumblebee spoke softly. "When are you due?"

"Four joors," he replied. "I think time's going by too slow."

"Too slow?" Prowl jumped in. "Great Primus, Glazer's almost past her toddler era!"

Everyone chuckled at that point, but Glazer never took her big optics off of that tiny little sparkling in her creator's arms. She reached out to touch her, Hound worried she might hit the little thing, but eventually helped her so she just gently brushed against Teddy's little cheek plate.

"Sparkin," she murmured.

"She really is a cutie," Bumblebee spoke again. "But my shift starts so I better go."

"Alright, Bee, thanks again for all your help."

"You are most welcome."

"See ya Bumblebee."

"Say 'bye bye Bee!'" Hound whispered to his femme.

"Bye bye Bee!" Glazer shouted at the flash of yellow, and smiled as he stepped backwards out in the hall to wave to her.

"Whe... Wheeljack..."

"Shhhshhhh... uungh..."

"I... I - "

"Hush, P-Percy," he panted a smile as he bit down on Perceptor's neck cable and sucked it. The microscope let out a groan, feeling as Wheeljack suddenly hit a large sensor node dead on that his overload wasn't far.

"Oh... oh... I... ahh..."

Wheeljack just gripped those black hip plates trembling above him firmly and gave him all he had, pounding him like there was no tomorrow, making him keen and moan into his neck in pleasure and pain. The microscope held onto his helm fins, clenching and unclenching them, making Wheeljack moan just as kinkily.

Wheeljack couldn't help but watch his bondmate as he suddenly overloaded, watching him in the throes of sincere pleasure and wanting for more. Lips parted as he cried out Wheeljack's name, he bounced hard on the spike, bucking harshly and moaning louder as he felt him thrust faster to stimulate his own pleasure.

He quickly cupped the stiff shaft with the container as the transfluid shot out into it. Overload exploded through the scientist's circuits with a cry out to Primus, both keening as nothing but pleasure rippled through his spasming valve and hardened spike.

"Ohhhh... Ahhh - I - "

Wheeljack merely petted Perceptor's backstrut as both their systems finally started to relaxed. "Wh-Whe... Wheeljack..."

He looked up to tired but bright optics.

"I... do not want to... do this all the time," he eventually said as he started cycling air normally. "The trans-energon I mean."

"Why not Percy?"

"I mean, I know we need to," he said as they closed their panels and laid down on the berth together. "But, I think we should do it the more natural way. Most of the time."

Wheeljack smiled his very handsome smile that he rarely showed off with his face mask, and nodded. "Yeah, that seems better."

"Do you think so?"

He nodded again. "Nursing is much better for him anyway."

"But we will still have to feed him with bottles, especially after I can't produce anymore..."

"I know. That's a good plan, Perce." He gently kissed him on the forehelm before he stood up and walked to their wash rack. "See? You're already a natural, and he's not even born yet."