"Clank...I, um, have a confession."

"I assume it has something to do with the fact that you are still a virgin. Is this true?" Clank, laid on his back, stared back at the nervous lombax. His furry partner was hovering over him on all fours, wearing nothing underneath his much too large T-shirt. It would not be noticeable from where the robot was sitting, but from behind, one would notice that Ratchet's rapid heart rate was not the only throbbing source of blood flow. "Do not be embarrassed, Ratchet. You forget that I lack pleasure sensors. I care not for your sexual prowess. My only desire this night is to please you."

"I know, Clank...Just can't help but be nervous, I guess."

"This is an understandable reaction. Take your time."

Ratchet stared back at Clank's soft expression, comforted by the green light that shrouded their bodies. It gave a beautiful highlight to his polished chrome finish. This marvel of technology was sprawled out on his bed, completely submissive and eagerly awaiting him to make love to him. He could never have looked this gorgeous in his own fantasies. "Okay...I think I'm ready now." He placed his left hand on Clank's side and looked downwards to his metallic pelvis, then paused. "Erm...Clank? Where do I, uh..."

"There is a latch at the bottom of my rear panel. It opens up and allows access to my inner ventilation system."

Ratchet brought his quivering hands to the panel located underneath between Clank's legs. He pulled up the latch, hearing the snap before sliding open the door and revealing his inner workings. In the midst of the usual bits of wire and screws was a darkened hole that acted as his vent. It seemed to be just big enough for Ratchet to fit inside. "Are you sure this is safe?"

"It is perfectly safe as long as it is powered off. Simply unlatch the thick black wire next to it to shut it off for the time being."

"Won't this cause you to overheat or something?"

"As long as I refrain from strenuous activity while it is off, I will be fine for quite a while. However, I must remind you that I am only waterproof on the outside. Did you retrieve a rag as I asked?"

"Yeah, I've got it." He reached behind him and held up the worn dish towel before tossing it to Clank's side. "Well," he began, "if you say you'll be fine, then...then I'll just..." He trailed off as he plucked the wire from its place, disconnecting the power source for the vent. The faint whir it made gradually became quiet until it was completely silent.

"It is off. You are free to do as you please to me, Ratchet."

Those words hitting his ears caused a jolt of excitement to rush through his cock. He took in a deep breath before shakily letting it back out. He leaned further over Clank to reach the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a half-empty canister of lubricant. He leaned back and used his empty hand to grip the hem of his nightshirt. At first, he began to somewhat hesitantly lift up his shirt before taking a quick breath and pulling the cloth over his groin. His throbbing cock exposed, he lifted the shirt over his bare torso with ease, clumping up the bit of cloth he had in his hand and bringing it to his mouth to hold.

Clank watched patiently as Ratchet prepared himself, his gaze following his hands as they opened the lube container and scooped out a generous dollop. The viscous substance was lowered, as was the robot's focus, to his groin. The robot stared as the lombax lathered his penis, coating every bit of the shaft in slick goo. He was by no means a cock master, but, despite not having seen any other male appendages to compare it to, Clank would have to assume that it was decently sized and proportionate for someone of his partner's stature.

After he'd coated himself, Ratchet underhand tossed the container aside and held his now fully-erect member by its base. His other hand went to Clank's side as he positioned himself. Even with him bent over on his knees, his flesh pipe was too high up to reach Clank's vent. The only way he could comfortably penetrate the little robot was to hold his body upwards. He became increasingly excited about ravaging this bot as he held him in his hands and stared deeply into his hole.

He tilted Clank's bottom upwards and slightly lifting his body, bringing him towards his throbbing member. He held it still as it approached Clank's entrance, not letting go until the head slowly slipped inside his metal partner. Once he'd begun his first thrust, he put his now empty hand on the unoccupied side of the recipient's torso and got a better grip on his boxed frame, making it easier to push and pull his cock in and out of him.

His vent was just the perfect size, and Ratchet was able to slide inside with ease. He inserted himself into him, going in as deep as he could before his pelvis and scrotum made contact with Clank's rear. His vent was smooth and, unlike the metal currently rubbing against his balls, pleasantly warm to the touch, giving his penis a worthy environment.

He then slid himself out before repeating the same thrusting motion as before. The time between each thrust shortened as he became more and more lost in his arousal. The sound of the lombax's furry sack slapping against metal became increasingly more frantic as he gained momentum. He began loudly moaning and panting, muffled by the damp wadded up cotton-polyester blend material wedged in his maw.

Below him, Clank was lying there, taking everything his partner was dishing out. Ratchet's frantic motions shook his mechanical body. He felt none of it, of course, aside the joy that came with him knowing that he was bringing his friend great happiness. Soon after his body began shaking harder than before, he began experiencing a heat flash and leaned his head back further.

Beads of sweat formed on Ratchet's face before gliding down his fur and landing harshly on the metal torso underneath him. His head began spinning as he flicked his waist faster and faster, getting closer and closer to reaching orgasm. It didn't take too long for Ratchet to cum inside Clank, his semen quickly filling up his vent hole.

He pulled out, allowing some of his fluids to leak out of the robot through his exposed entrance. Afterwards, he was left leaned over Clank's body propped up by his arms. He let the shirt fall from his mouth to breath, his heartbeat sporadic as he panted.

As he began retaining his composure, he noticed that Clank, now laid flat on his back, was completely limp and barely able to keep his optics open. He was seemingly overheating.

Ratchet snapped right out of his exhausted state. "Shit," he hissed, quickly bringing his hands to Clank's rear. Unable to fully see, he fumbled to find the wire in the darkness, feeling for it and the port. He made quick work of turning on his vent, which blew out the rest of his cum along with cooling the robot off. "You okay, Clank?"

Clank began coming back to his senses, shaking his head and sitting upwards. "I am...fine," he answered with a perplexed tone, "What happened?"

"I think you overheated."

"How odd. That should not have happened. Perhaps it is time for a visit with Al."

"Well, I'd bet it's been a long while since you've had a check-up. I'll take you first thing tomorrow." Ratchet picked up the old washrag that was next to him and began cleaning up the remaining cum that remained inside the vent. "Let's make sure you're nice and clean first, yeah? Don't need him seeing any of this when he takes a look at you."

Clank blinked. "Was it satisfactory, Ratchet?"

"Yeah, pal. You really made my week."

"I do hope I helped relieve any stress."

Once Clank was mostly wiped clean, Ratchet chuckled and tossed the dirty rag into the floor before closing up his rear panel. "You're adorable, you know that?" With that, Ratchet flopped onto his back, his head pressed snugly against his pillow. His shirt nearly came down to his knees, covering his bare pelvic region.

However, Clank noticed a prominent bulge made from Ratchet's member, making a noticeable outline in the fabric. "Pardon me, Ratchet, but I cannot help but notice that you are still fully erect. Is there more I can do for you?"

Ratchet propped his head up and looked down. He still felt hard, but he didn't realize how big he still was. "Oh," he said, laying his head back down, "nah, it'll go down in a few minutes...probably. I dunno, sometimes it takes a lot longer to-"

With that, he felt two small hands feel up his inner thighs. "May I try something?"

Ratchet propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Clank, who was now sat on his knees in front of him. "...Try what?"

"Just something I saw on the holo-net." He picked up the canister of lube that his partner had earlier and began twisting the lid. "I thought that perhaps I could have a turn, if you would allow it."

'I..." Ratchet stared at the lube, then back at Clank. Truth he told, he was still rather horny, and having another go didn't sound too bad. "...sure thing, pal."

"Alright then." Clank had gotten the lid off, and he scooped up a portion of lubricant with his two large fingers. "Do tell me if I am too rough, will you?"

Ratchet opened his mouth to retort, but all that came out was a short yelp as he felt Clank slide his digits into his asshole.

Not much has ever entered the lombax's hole, so it was a very tight fit for the robot's wide fingers. After a bit of patience, he eased the tips inside before pausing. "Are you alright?"

The lombax was clinging to the headboard with one hand as if his life depended on it, with him biting down on the other one to attempt to stifle his cries. His brows were furrowed deeply, and his chest heaved. The sensation of his anus being stretched beyond its limit in order to accommodate Clank's large fingers was exceedingly painful, but it was a pain he wanted more of. "Y-yeah, I'm fine...Don't stop," he begged breathlessly.

As the base of Clank's fingers got closer to the yellow fur surrounding his hole, Ratchet's groans became increasingly louder as more and more metal was being shoved inside his entrance. "God, Clank..." Clank continued massaging his entrance, removing and inserting his hand in a repeating pattern. He noticed that, after a while of prepping, Ratchet no longer clung to him as tightly as before, and his pained yelps transformed into breathy moans.

The pain had mostly subsided, and pleasure was now his prominent focus. He bit his lip as he felt himself come so close to his second orgasm, but this excitement was replaced with emptiness after Clank removed himself entirely. "Aww, c'mon, Clank, why'd you stop so soon?" he asked desperately, whining similar to a child.

"Be patient, please. We are not finished yet," he said as he opened up the compartment on his torso and reached inside, "Far from it, in fact. I was only preparing you for..." Clank pulled his arm out and revealed a glistening, shiny gold bolt. "...this."

"Whoa, waitasecond-" Shocked, Ratchet's eyes widened. "You're putting that in- How is that gonna- That's huge!"

"If it becomes too much to handle, I will stop." He began adding an extra layer of lube to the spiraled shaft of the bolt just to be safe. "That is unless you wish for me to not continue, in which case I-"

"No." His tone was demanding, yet a tad fearful of what was to come. "Go on, let's do it. I've saved three galaxies, I'm not gonna give up on this now."

Clank nodded. He turned the bolt so that the shaft was pointed toward's the lombax's hole and aligned it perfectly for insertion. He pressed the tip against his entrance, alerting Ratchet of its presence before slowly pressing it into him.

Ratchet winced and threw his head back as he felt the bolt begin to penetrate his back door. The outer ridges of his anus were stretched thin, struggling to encapsulate the girth of the foreign object being shoved into him. He groaned through his gritted teeth as tears threatened to escape, his body writhing in pain.

The robot stopped, close to an inch of the bolt wedged within Ratchet's ass. "Are you quite certain-"

"I want it," the lombax said between shuddered breaths, his voice soft and weak, "I want all of it in me. Don't care how much it hurts. Please...I'm-I'm so close..."

Clank was doubtful that the entire thing would fit, but he would certainly try to get it in there if that was what he wanted from him. He continued sliding the gold bolt inside bit by bit while Ratchet carried on with his cries of pained arousal. His anus had stretched enough to become accustomed to its volume, but the spiraled ridges on the bolt's shaft made it all the more difficult to take in.

As more and more of the bolt disappeared into Ratchet's depths, the slight bulge protruding from his stomach grew. He could feel it filling his body exponentially with each passing second Clank spent shoving, and he didn't want him to stop, no matter how much intense discomfort it gave him. "You are doing so well, Ratchet," he heard his lover say to him, "It is almost in." With another push, Ratchet cried out as, once again, metal touched his prostate.

The bolt was firmly pressed against it, applying immense pressure to the sensitive organ. There was no more room for the rest of it, but Ratchet had managed to fit most of it-only a few inches away from the head. He was quite amazed by this feat. "H-heh...would ya look at that..." he muttered between breaths, poking the bulge in his abdomen.

Clank knew it was too long for him, but he didn't expect Ratchet to be able to take in more than half. "How do you feel?"

"Ah...a bit sore, I guess...an' I still haven't come yet. You gonna finish me off or just leave me with this giant bolt in my ass and call it a night?"

"There is no need for that tone. Good things come to those who wait."

"I've waited far too long to do this with you...can't take it much longer..." he moaned, leaning his head to the side and feeling up his own cock through his nightshirt.

"As you wish." He intended to fulfill his lover's desire. Placing both hands on the head of the bolt, he began to turn it like a steering wheel while lightly pressing into the lombax. The sensation made by the movement caused the furred mammal to burst into a squirming, moaning fit. Desperate to orgasm, Ratchet reached down and clutched the cloth separating him from his penis, lifting it upwards. Before he could even touch it, however, Clank beat him to it, wrapping his three fingers around the fleshy shaft. The little robot couldn't have him touching himself. Carefully regulating his strength, he began jerking off his partner while simultaneously continuing to turn the bolt.

"Mmmnnffff...fuck," he moaned deeply from the back of his throat through gritted teeth, one hand rubbing his face and the other rubbing his chest and pulling on his fur. Ratchet slightly bucked his hips as Clank stroked him, pulling him closer to the edge. He was so close that he was dizzy. As his orgasm approached, his breathing became louder and faster, his body quaking with anticipation. He opened his mouth to let out one last breathy moan as he felt himself unload a stream of cum straight at Clank's face. The robot was brought to a halt, mostly unaffected by the generous bounty of bodily fluids that coated his optic. He simply blinked and silently unhanded Ratchet's member.

The lombax, now a sweaty, disoriented mess, laid there in his own filth. His eyelids felt like heavy weights in his exhausted state, as he only managed to lift one to peek out at Clank. He noticed the stream that stood out against his bright green lights."Whoops," he said, his voice hoarse, "...did I get ya?"

"Do not worry. You did not have control of your trajectory. I should not have pointed it at myself." He looked around for the cum rag from earlier, unable to locate it. "May I ask where you put that cloth?"

"I dunno...threw it somewhere..." he said between each deep, dry breath. He tightly shut his eyes and furrowed his brows, the bolt still forcibly spreading him apart.

Clank began moving to the edge of the bed. "I will grab a spare, then. I will get you a glass of water while I am up, as well."

"You're an angel."

Ratchet felt his weight leave the mattress and heard his footsteps grow quiet as he left for the kitchen. He picked up the sound of a drawer opening, and the sink running a bit after. Before he knew it, he'd returned, placing the glass on the bedside before hopping back up onto the bed. He retrieved the glass and handed it to Ratchet, allowing him to drink. "Do you need anything else?"

He gasped after gulping down every last drop. "Yeah," he began, "get this thing outta me...er, gently."

The following morning, Clank decided to cook a hearty breakfast, his first time doing so in their garage. As Clank was finishing up in kitchen, he saw Ratchet come out of their bedroom from the corner of his eye. "Good morning, Ratchet," he greeted whilst setting the table, "How did you sleep?"

"Like a log," Ratchet answered, standing in the bedroom doorway and rubbing his eye, "What's all this?"

Clank began piling food onto the plate he'd set for Ratchet as he approached the table. "Breakfast. I figured you could use a good meal before we headed out today."

"Yeah, about that..." Ratchet walked up and pulled out his chair. "I think we should reschedule. I really don't feel like-" He was interrupted by a jolt of pain erupting from his backside as he began to sit down at the table, wincing and quickly removing himself.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit-ow-sore is all. You really did a number on me." He let out a weak smile and chuckled through the pain. In his condition, he couldn't possibly get comfortable in this chair. "Hey, um, unrelated question...do we still have that hemorrhoid pillow Qwark got me last Christmas?"

Clank paused, bringing a finger to his chin. "I specifically recall you burning it the day after...Would a throw pillow suffice?"

"Anything soft. Please."

Clank made his way over to the couch and grabbed one of the old, worn-out throw pillows, littered with patches. It would have to do for now, but he needed to remind himself to replace the pair with more presentable pillows. Lots of the furniture could be replaced, in fact. He'd have to speak with Ratchet about redecorating sometime soon. He returned to Ratchet, placing the pillow flat on the seat of the chair. "Here you are."

"Thanks, Clank," Ratchet said as he positioned himself over the pillow before easing himself down. He grunted as he put his weight onto his backside. Once he was fully situated, he wasn't as sore. "Much better."

Clank hopped up onto the chair straight across from him. "I am sorry. I did not mean to cause you such pain."

"C'mon, don't be. We'll just have to build up my resistance." He winked as he brought his fork to his mouth, taking his first bite. "Holy crap, Clank, this is so good," he moaned.

"You say that about everything I cook," Clank chuckled.

"And I mean it every time, you know."

The little robot smirked as he watched his partner take in a larger bite than before, pleased that the lombax was enjoying his cooking. As the other continued eating, Clank's eyes wandered the room. He glanced upwards, optics landing on the Praetorian Omniwrench that hung on the wall over Ratchet's head, serving as a constant reminder of what could have been, a symbol of the thoughts that haunted him frequently.

Whilst Clank was lost in thought, Ratchet had all but eaten the plate his meal was served on. He finished quickly as he was famished after not eating for nearly a solid day, though, after the fact, he began to regret consuming such a large amount of greasy food in such a short amount of time. Letting out a sigh, he pushed his plate towards the center of the table before leaning backwards and placing his hand on the slight swell of his abdomen sticking out from his normally trim frame. "Jeez, you're cooking's too good. Keep feeding me like this and we'll have to trade Aphelion for a cargo ship."

"Imagine the fit Helga would throw if that were to happen."

"Yikes. I don't even wanna think about that." He shuddered as the scenario played out in his mind. Helga was scary enough normally. If the fitness trainer were to find out he'd put on the smallest bit of weight, she'd show him no mercy. He pushed himself out of his chair and got to his feet before reaching out to grab his empty plate.

"Leave it," commanded Clank.

Ratchet pulled his hand back. "You spent all morning cooking for me, Clank. I can walk the five feet to the kitchen sink."

"You are feeling unwell. I will clean up while you rest. Besides, with how filthy this garage has gotten over the years, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to pay me back once you are better."

"If you insist, I guess," Ratchet replied, walking over to the couch, "I won't argue with you. I'll just be over here, then. Come join me when you're done." He lazily plopped himself onto the couch, lying face up. He turned the HV on and began channel surfing, browsing for something worthwhile they could spend the day watching.

Once Ratchet had left the table, Clank sat in his seat in silence, leaving the dishes lying around for the time being. Looking downwards at his hands, he could feel the presence of Alister's wrench as if it were staring right at him. He looked up at it once again and glared. The wrench's previous owner had come so close to ruining everything. Had Clank failed to prevent Ratchet's murder, the lombax wouldn't be here to gush about his cooking or watch cheesy soap operas with, and their arguments over dirty laundry and shed fur would cease. This new life he'd started with Ratchet wouldn't be possible in the opposite timeline. Azimuth would have successfully taken away everything he cared about, and he would always hold a deep hatred for the elder lombax...but he could never tell Ratchet that.

Though, ironically enough, the grey lombax also saved him, in a way. After all, before his partner was murdered, Clank was ready to up and leave Ratchet, perfectly content with spending the rest of eternity as the Great Clock's Senior Caretaker. It took witnessing Ratchet's death for him to realize what his true destiny was, to realize how Ratchet wouldn't be around forever. He's learned to make every moment count, knowing that he could be taken from him again at any moment. Though the robot will never forgive Alister, he had to thank him.

There will come a time for Clank to go back and fulfill his father's wishes, but, for now, his place is with Ratchet. He was sure of that now.