Title: Making Space Telescope

Universe: G1

Characters/Pairing: Skyfire/Perceptor

Rating: M

Warnings: slash, bad grammar, sexual innuendo

Note: The chapters are very short, if you haven't realized it. I'm having my fiction-downtime, so not getting much writing done... Sorry.

Skyfire was at the med bay, slouching over Ratchet's desk like he owned it. He was lucky that Ratchet did not have any patients and was feeling generous enough to allow Skyfire stay like that. He wondered briefly if Ratchet knew why Skyfire was here, but since Ratchet did not ask any questions (yet), he decided to savour the peaceful atmosphere for whatever small time he will have. But occasionally, his reason to be in the med bay would pop up in his processors.

Perceptor opened his mouth to breathe out his heat… Softly moaning as pleasure courses throughout his body… Optics dimmed with a glaze of lust… Back arced in pleasure- Stop the thought! -or not- a voice rang in the back of his mind, because it was some happy thinking. Skyfire banged his head on the desk. Ratchet shot him a glare. Silently sulking is fine but attempting to break his desk will not be tolerated.

"What's your problem? It's about Percy, right? I thought that you two were inseparable, but now you're avoiding him like plague?"

"It's complicated…"

Ratchet scoffed. Skyfire was sulking (well, kind of sulking) in the med bay and Ratchet was not interested in other people's love lives. Although… Ratchet assumed what the problem was about, and having that assumption made him somewhat curious if it was true.

"Are you two interfacing at all?"

Deep flush and flinch. The answer: no. But desire to do so, very strong. Ratchet scoffed again. He was fairly certain that they did interface with someone, or more than one, before they got together, but seeing how they were not doing it now was amusing. Although he did doubt that Skyfire and Perceptor were interfacing regularly in the first place. Having a sprouting desire to tease Skyfire, Ratchet nonchalantly pried.

"Strange. Why aren't you doing it?"

"… It's… Complicated…."

It seemed that Skyfire was trying to disappear by merging himself with the desk. While in quantum physics sense there was a possibility for that to happen, in all common law of the world, Skyfire did not become the desk. Ratchet thought about what would be the 'complication' and smiled evilly.

"Size issues?"

Another flush and flinch. Ratchet was not sadistic as most mechs thought he was, but he felt a dark amusement seeping out from the core of his spark. This is fun.

"I guess you would be very well endowed…"

"Stop…"

"I don't know about Percy, but majority of bots like larger equipment."

"You just like to harass me…"

"I won't deny it, but it's not completely true. I remember saying this last time with not-so-different words, why aren't you going to interface now?"

If Ratchet was a human child or just anyone silly, then he would make fun of Skyfire who was making an expression similar to a fish. Skyfire was flushing madly and tried to make some retort. Ratchet waited a couple of kilks to prod when Skyfire was not expecting.

"You want to do it, right?"

"Of course!"

Ah slag… Skyfire cringed in horror as Ratchet grinned so evilly at his outburst. What should he do now? Skyfire sought for guidance from Primus but no reply came. Making a mental groan, Skyfire searched for an escape route out of Ratchet's territory.

Perceptor sighed. He was alone in his laboratory doing nothing. He could not work at all with so many mental distractions. Sighing softly, Perceptor organized his untouched works back into their place and headed back to his quarters. Skyfire was avoiding him for the whole day and not knowing why was making him upset.

Perceptor huffed as he sat down on his berth. What should he do? It was not yet the time for recharge, so scratch that out. Work? No way. Umm… Cleaning perhaps? Perceptor looked around his room. Cleaning sounded good.

While cleaning, he found something that should not be there, and Perceptor had to freeze.

"Why is it here?"

Um… He did use it not too long ago… After usage he putted it… Oh… OH…

"Frag."

And Perceptor had his rare moment of swearing. Out of so many things that could happen, most of them Perceptor could tolerate, and this was not. It was embarrassing like pit. What should he do now, that was a question he could not think of an answer. But he tried anyways.

::Sky', can you… come to my quarters?::

AN: Oops, forgot to add the spaces. Anyways thanks for reading!