Hi, and good news. I finally got hired on to the job I really don't want, but at least I'm finally going to get paid a living wage… It only took me eight months to get. (This place sucks so hard, I want my old job at Woodman's back). Anyway, this job has one redeeming quality. I get the weekends off, so I have plenty of time to work on my stories, and with a little bit of luck I will be able to finally finish MERCY by the end of the year. In the meantime, enjoy the smutting setting I currently have lined up. X3
Things are heating up between the medic and the gladiator. Is there enough self-control left in either of their minds? Or will they willingly drop their guards and through caution to the wind?
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Chapter 3
"B-Bearer…" Ratchet was dreaming and his voice echoed in the air as he slowly began to regain his senses. He was having a nightmare and his story was unraveling for anyone nearby to hear it. Not that he was aware he had an audience to begin with. "Don't… Don't leave… Please."
The white mech's metal was heated from a stress fever, but he could feel something cool over his helm as he continued to regain consciousness. Before he was fully awake, an image of his creators flashed over his vision, and it frightened him awake.
"No!" He gasped and sprung forward with an arm strut reaching out for the image that lasted for only a second. The frantic mech heaved through his self-induced shock, but soon Ratchet found a rhythm in his intakes and he calmed himself long enough to take in his surroundings. He was in an unfamiliar room that was lit with primitive pyro fueled lamps. A multitude of them were placed in obscure places like a table filled with datapads and manuscripts, and a couple of drawers that were rusted and disheveled. The ones he found the most odd were the ones placed so closely on the banister of the berth he was resting on. A beat down and crooked resting berth that was a little comfortable. It would be a great place to fall back into recharge and rest just a while longer. That is, if he wasn't so concerned about how he got there in the first place.
"Oh… My head…" Ratchet wavered in his seated position. His processor began to pound with a terrible ache, and he palmed his forehelm in desperation for it to stop. As he lightly opened his optical shutters, he noticed a cold compress in his lap. That must have been the cool feeling he had on his helm before, and it fell off of him when he jolted awake. Quickly, he placed it back on his head and nearly felt an instant relief of the pain. "Ah… By the All-Spark… Where—Oh?"
Ratchet's optics finally adjusted to light, and he was able to see the room in clearer detail. Glass plating lined the outer perimeter of the large room, making it obvious that he was in a tower of some kind. Carefully, he removed a couple of tattered sheets over his legs and slid over to the edge of the berth. He needed to get his bearings before he stood, but Ratchet was able to get his pedes under him eventually. His walk to the window was slow going since Ratchet needed to lean against anything that was in reach. A desktop, a bottom down drawer, even an old railing set up in the middle of four shallow and long steps leading to the thick glass.
From there, Ratchet was able to put one hand on the glass, and the other continued to hold up his cold compress. He should've been concerned with where that compress came from in the first place or focus on where he was and how he got there. But the view from the medic's standpoint was just too amazing to look away from. He must have been taken to a towered building in the center of Kaon. The streets below him were glowing in a shallow of warm colors. Burning in mellow tones of red, yellow, and scorched orange. However, further ahead along the horizon, the bright and vibrant colors of the planet's capital shined like a beacon. The cooling colored lights helped his optics adjust into focus and even calmed his processor ache. How the light blue skyscrapers blended into the violet night sky made Ratchet smile, and he felt at peace.
"Okay while you're still calm, take a step back and think about what happened." The white mech finally let go of the compress. It was no longer cold anyway, so he tossed it onto the railing behind him. As he turned around to face the window, he closed his optics and drew in a deep intake. "You were at Maccadams… Orion. He was there and it looked like he was in trouble. Yes… That's right, I followed him and helped him. But… Someone needed to help me."
"If you hadn't hit your helm, I'm sure you could have taken him."
A familiar voice replied to him, and the young medic turned on a gasp. Megatronus was above him on the inclining stairs and was already climbing down them. The giant barely needed to take two steps on the wide levels since his pedes were so large, they lightly thundered on his descent. The vibration of his stride could be felt on the thick glass Ratchet still kept one hand on. It wasn't as if he was afraid of the gladiator in front of him, but he did feel a grace of security in keeping his footing. His processor was still sore after all, but for some reason he didn't want to show such weakness in front of his rescuer.
"I have no need of being patronized." The white mech scoffed and turned his helm away. A slight smirk cracked across his dermas gave away that he was trying to play coy, and it didn't go unnoticed by the giant still stalking up to him. Boom, boom, boom. Those large steps fell into pattern with the whirling of Ratchet's spark, and the closer Megatronus got to him, the faster his Cybertronian heart leapt in his chest.
"Your optics don't appear to have any signs of dimming." The gladiator reached the shorter mech with his servo outstretched. He eased it over the side of Ratchet's helm, and the blushing medic allowed it. Unexpectedly, he shivered when that large hand made contact with his metal. The longer digits curled lightly over his audiofin and the thumb grazing along his cheek-plating. The tenderness of the action was suspicious, but in the outlook of Ratchet's first day and finishing night it was also appreciated. He was beginning to feel comfortable until Megatronus accidentally squeezed his hand over the receptor.
"Oh! Sorry…" He said in sympathy when Ratchet winced and quietly groaned in pain. "You hit your head pretty hard back there. I don't believe you have a concussion, aside from bleeding and there are no signs I can see of one."
He lifted his other servo and revealed he was holding a small welding tool. The hand still on Ratchet's helm slid under his chin, which gently tilted his helm up to look his rescuer in the eye. Such serious and steely blue optics greeted the flustered medic. He felt like he was caught under a spell, and he needed to compel himself not to reach up and touch the lateral scaring beneath those handsome optics. In fact, there was so much he was trying to suppress at once it was becoming painful, and his helm began to throb.
"Turn around for me…" Megatronus whispered, the heat of his exhaust finding its path down Ratchet's chin and neck. The silver giant must have gotten a drink at Maccadam's because there was both a strong scent and a light taste of High Grade in the shallow of his breath. It was alluring; it was intoxicating, and Ratchet leaned forward to inhale it all on deep oral intakes.
"I can help you patch the damage to the back of your helm. If you trust me enough… It shouldn't take long." The taller mech was careful to encourage his guest to turn around. Even Megatronus was losing his concentration, and perhaps if he didn't stare Ratchet in his eyes for too long, he would be able to focus. It didn't help that he could still see them in their transparent reflections, but at least he could look away easier. "This will sting a little, just look over the view to distract yourself."
"It is… Beautiful." Ratchet glanced outward, again gliding his vision over the mixing of dark and bright lights. As promised though, Megatronus began to weld his injury and the burning forced his optical shutters closed. So, he decided a conversation would be the best method to help with the pain. "W-Where exactly are we?"
"Above the arena, I thought that part would be obvious." Megatronus replied while placing a servo over the curve below the helmet. Not intending to be a threat or intimate touch, just an attempt to steady Ratchet's neck. "Look further below your pedes. We're in the old high rise above the tower. Higher officials don't use this box anymore because the view is obscuring the ring. It was generally used as a party favor section until it became the least requested spot. I was just coming into my own stardom when they were going to reconstruct it into a general office. But the current owner took a liking to me and said I could rent it out."
"So, you brought me back to your apartment?" Ratchet chuckled a little, ignoring the crackling sounds surrounding his head like firecrackers going off around his audios. "How did you know I was in danger by the way? I didn't see you outside the bar."
"I honestly didn't see you until I noticed Orion was in trouble." The gladiator answered, now very close to finishing his medical task. "I saw him getting snatched by that bastard KillResidue. He's been a real menace in the area lately, so I kept my optic on him for a while. I didn't find you until I ran down the opposite end of the alley. I was trying to cut him off if I was fast enough… And I barely was."
"You know Orion?" The patch job was complete when Ratchet asked the question, and he returned to looking outside the window. He finally noticed the arena below him as the silver flyer had mentioned, and the white mech scoffed at it. It was such an ugly feature that didn't appeal to the sea of gorgeous lights. Megatronus backed away to set aside his welder and picked up the compress on his way to the stoop above the stair landing.
"Only by name. I heard one of his friends call it out in passing." He replied on his return trip, not taking too long to set his equipment aside. "He has been showing up to the fights a lot and trying to speak with me in private. I think he's just an upper class fan looking for a groupie thrill, so I try to ignore him. I never thought he would follow me into the city. I will speak with him next time and let him know this place is dangerous for young models like him."
"It's a shame…" Ratchet began to whisper and placed both his hands on the glass. He needed to brace himself again when Megatronus found his place behind the medic. Ratchet shivered from his overpowering presence. Just from the gladiator's scent alone made the shorter mech's knee-joints unstable. He was on the verge of going too far with an unknown desire, and this time he didn't know if he had the power to stop it.
"What is…?" Hot words sizzled down Ratchet's mesh again and he began to quietly pant. A moan was encouraged when those large silver servos returned to his waist and slid down to his hips achingly slow.
"How… How beautiful this city is from above…? But beneath its brightness… So much…"
"Sin?" The word echoed in Ratchet's mind and burned below his optics. His knees buckled and he would've fallen if Megatronus was not pushing against him. He didn't stay in that position for long, not that he objected to the attention at all, but his hero had other plans and spun him on his back. "You are very beautiful yourself, Ratchet. Tell me… Are you also hiding something sinful beneath such delectable armor?"
Ratchet found his arms pinned above his helm and his chin pushed upward to stare back into deep sultry eyes. Once more, the aroma of High Grade tingled on his ole factory and he sought out its source, hungry to devour it. Megatronus finally quenched both their thirsts by making the first contact. There was no peck, or tender entry because they were both past sweet foreplay. They were ready to ignite and set each other on ablaze.
It was a whole new experience for Ratchet, so he wasn't sure if he was keeping up with right pace. Most of his physical encounters of intimacy came from him taking the first lead, but he was lucky his clumsiness didn't matter to the gladiator. The kiss was hot, open mouthed, wet, and the deeper Megatronus explored with his glossa, the louder his make out partner moaned wantonly. Eventually, Ratchet found one of his wrists was released and he promptly placed it on the back of Megatronus's helm. He was desperate to keep his beast as close as possible and wriggled his hips for more friction. Megatronus was happy to oblige the eager mech and he started pushing his frame further against Ratchet's. Their pelvic plating grinded against one another, and when the giant humming into Ratchet's oral cavity found his right servo over a white and red leg strut, then pulled it against his waist.
"OH!" The shorter mech broke the kiss with an uncontrollable shout of pleasure. Leaning his head to the side, Megatronus found a new target to lick and bite. While he occupied his oral cavity, he slid his free hand back up Ratchet's thigh and cupped it over the back of his aft. Those large digits curled and circled near the center of his rear, and later found a seam with sensitive wiring. "Ah! Hah! Mega…! Ah-hah!"
His panels weren't even opened yet, but he could feel his charge building faster and stronger. His overload was already coming fast, and he couldn't find the strength to slow it down. What was worse, the restraint of his arousal was building pressure in his helm, and it was beginning to feel painful.
"W-Wait! I..! Megatronus I can't—! UHN!"
Overload struck him before Ratchet could properly object, and although Megatronus was still building his charge he was apparently a very generous lover. He continued his ministrations over the seam and growled possessively into the nape of Ratchet's shoulder, all while listening to the sweet medic's cries of ecstasy. The dripping of lubricants through closed panels warmed the silver giant's metallic fingers and he added more pressure to the wires hoping to feel his palm overflow. Megatronus helped his newest lover ride out every wave of electricity until Ratchet could stand no more and begged for mercy.
"Please! Oh Primus please stop! I can't go on!"
Finally, Megatronus released his delectable captive's wrist to grasp the base of Ratchet's jawline. The giant stopped his teasing and watched the medic's facial expressions twist and turn as the electricity pooled in his gut. Whether Ratchet was aware of it or not, he spasmed so intensely that his optics rolled to the back of his helm. His engines suddenly revved one last time in the end, before his mesh muscles untensed and for a minute he held his breath. Closing his optics and allowing the collection of pleasure driven tears roll down his chin, Ratchet gasped for what felt like his last intake. He was almost unaware of Megatronus's existence, but he was definitely there. Enjoying every quiver, pant, and tightened grasp against his arms.
"You are amazing." The Gladiator flashed his sharp teeth in a very egotistical grin. He loved having a partner who was sensitive, because for him the best part of interfacing was toying with his prey. "Come with me to the berth, and I will help you reach the stars without taking flight."
"I… I can't. I think…" There was a window of clarity in Ratchet's vision only for a brief moment. He could see Megatronus leaning down to kiss him again, but in an instant, he needed to turn his helm away. He expected the taller mech to let go of him and he would hit the ground, so he loosened his grip on Megatronus's arms so he wouldn't accidently drag him down with him. It wasn't until his tanks began to purge that Ratchet noticed he was still being suspended in the giant's grasp. Megatronus didn't let him go despite getting splattered with vile over the side paneling of his leg. He even took a step back so the sickly grounder could properly vomit without getting all of it on his own frame. It was strange how this large flyer was coddling Ratchet in almost a protective way. He could have just dropped him at any minute, but Megatronus held onto him, helped him, and even supported him.
"Are you alright?!" His continuing rescuer asked in shock and stroked his servo down the center of Ratchet's shoulders. It was just the right gesture to help him relax as the purging started to calm.
"I'm… So sorry…" Lightheaded and drained, the white mech tried to push himself back up on his pedes, but his leg-struts felt like jelly, and he slipped. Again he was caught and pulled up right against the glass. "My helm is… I think I have a touch of vertigo… Uhn. I didn't mean to—Huh?"
Ratchet's head spun a little more when he was suddenly swept up off ground and was whisked away into Megatronus's arms. "I am the one who should apologize. I never should've advanced on you, knowing you were still injured."
"I-I could have told you no at any time." The shorter mech bit his lip, admittedly impressed with the flyer's strength. "I know you meant me no harm, and I was fully alert to make conscious decisions. Of course, if I knew I would've become sick I… I don't know if I would've said something."
"Why is that?" Megatronus asked after taking the first step up the landing. Ratchet wiped his dermas and turned away. He now regretted saying anything, because to him the answer was silly.
"I… I wanted you to touch me."
"Good," the giant snarled through a burst of ego, "because I plan to do so again when you feel well enough… And after a good polish."
Megatronus tried to shake his legs discreetly to get as much of the vile off as he could. It didn't go unnoticed, and Ratchet did all he could not to laugh or smile from feeling the jittering beneath him. He felt it might be a little inappropriate and he covered his dermas shyly. Which was odd, because being shy was one thing Ratchet wasn't. The silver giant also chuckled, agreeing that his antics was somewhat amusing. "Should I take you to an emergency clinic? You might have a concussion after all."
"No… I'm almost certain it's just a pulled cable in my neck or shoulder." Ratchet reached around his head and massaged a few open seams above his collar. "It's not that uncommon for cable or joint injuries to mimic processor damage."
"If you are sure I will not push the issue. You are the medic here after all." The red and white mech felt the flyer's shoulders shrug indifferently, and a rumbled sigh vibrated below his chassis. All signs of Megatronus's body language indicated to Ratchet that the romance of the evening was certainly over. He wasn't expecting any continued attention once he was set back onto the berth, but to his surprise Megatronus bent to one knee and took out a rag from his subspace. Ratchet was seated on the edge of the bed, so the giant could take his leg strut and polish the boot of his ped. There wasn't a lot of vomit to clean off of him, but when Megatronus was done with one foot he set it down and moved to the second one.
"You really don't need to trouble yourself. You have done enough." Ratchet smiled as he began to feel a little awkward from such attentive care. "You should be worrying about your armor since you took the majority of the blow."
"And miss the opportunity to adore your tempting leg struts? Not a chance." The silver giant purred as he leaned forward with another sinister grin growing from the dark depths of his spark. Ratchet witnessed this desire ignite anew in Megatronus's optics, and it made him shutter on a drawn out exhale.
"Don't speak as if we will never have a chance to become intimate again." The medic blushed in his attempt to silence the rumbling in his engine block. "I promise… We will definitely have another chance."
When all the vile was cleared away, the gladiator threw the rag aside and inched his servos up Ratchet's calf to the knee-joint. The white mech hummed when lip-plates dragged themselves over his inner thigh. When he reached down to lace his fingers with the servo inching up to his hips, he noticed something was missing.
"Your digits? Their rounded right now." He commented and lifted the hand up to examine them properly. Ratchet thought maybe his claws were detachable, and he only wore them during his fights. The medic asked himself how he only noticed the difference until now, but perhaps it didn't really matter. They still held a powerful hold on Ratchet's attraction to them, and to show his adulation, he kissed the knuckles with light nips from his dermas.
"Mmmm…" Megatronus hummed with an edge of pain in his voice. "I should go. If I stay, you will never get any rest… Because I can't find the strength to keep my hands off of you."
"What about your chance to rest?" Ratchet questioned while his loving caretaker stood above him. He leaned back onto his opposite servo to look up at his hero with calming lust in his eyes. The other servo was still clinging to Megatronus's, and his arm extended with hopes of holding onto it a little longer. "I would feel awful for kicking you out of your own bed. We're both adult mechs after all, I'm sure we could both fit."
"Oh… Tempt me no more angel." Both of their EM fields collided with one another. The further Megatronus tried to pull away, the stronger their attraction pulled him back in. "As mentioned before, I must wash anyways. After that I will go on my usual patrol until morning. I don't have to fight until tomorrow evening so you can stay here as long as you need. Don't worry about getting up early for my benefit."
"Patrol?" The shorter mech questioned after finally letting Megatronus's hand slip form his grasp. "Like some sort of neighborhood watch?"
"Sort of. The authorities around Kaon are either corrupt or just don't respond to the lower class in need." The larger mech walked away, feeling a slight lift of relief. From his perch, Ratchet watched as Megatronus took a decorative vase from a far end of the room. There was a large decorative bowl of the same design below it, with a towel folded beside it. It was obviously an old washing basin, and the medic thought it was peculiar the sliver giant would choose to just wash in front of him. It dawned on Ratchet as he curled his legs back onto the berth that the basin might be for him instead. He was going to need to clean his pelvic plating, and if he wasn't so exhausted, he would get up and take care of it right away.
Megatronus found his way to a solution faucet, then he continued explaining his nightly rituals. "A lot of strong built bots with extra time on their servos use it to patrol the streets and keep an optic out for trouble. I was on my way to start my night when I thought you wouldn't show for my invitation."
"I guess I was just enough trouble for you tonight than." Ratchet yawned and sprawled over his resting area while stretching. There was a clattering noise after he arched his back struts, and with one open optic he could see his reflection in a cracked bar mirror. It seemed that Megatronus could see him to, and maybe that is why the gladiator almost dropped the vase in the sink.
"I would like to think you were my reward for my hard work." Megatronus coughed after returning the full vase to the basin. It was tempting fate on his part, but he walked back to the berth and pulled an extra covering from under the bed frame.
"Some reward. You never got the chance to find release and I… Well, I embarrassed myself." Ratchet turned his helm away, now unable to look at his host seriously. Soft sheets slid up the bottom half of his body before Megatronus tilted his helm back upwards. Despite the small taste of left over vile, the silver mech offered one last good night kiss as he whispered his confessions of admiration.
"On contrary… I am rather flattered you were able to reach satisfaction with my touch alone."
Ratchet yawned again, and the innocent look in his tired eyes hit Megatronus the base of his tanks. Stopping himself from deepening his lust was like a punch to his gut, but he knew he needed to back away… And this time stay away.
"I left a mild sedative next to the basin in case your helm ache worsens, and there is an Energon cabinet on the other side of my workstation." He was up and heading for the door as he tried to change the subject. "I will see you tomorrow evening than Ratchet… Ratchet?"
There was no reply. The red and white medic was finally tired enough to just drop into recharge, and his frame gently twisted into a comfortable resting position. One arm resting adjacent to his helm and parted lips, and the other lazily draped over his hip. The longer Megatronus stared at Ratchet's tantalizing figure, the hotter his interfacing paneling became.
"I need a cold wash." He whispered before finally leaving the look out.
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