This is it folks, the final chapter, the conclusion of this drama.
Mature rated because of the sexual content ahead, so be warned, ok?
I don't want some silly fans saying I ruined their views on the R&C series.
My first attempt to write something even close to sexual,
so it might not be a masterpiece... anyway, here you go.
Hope you all enjoyed this series of fanfictions!
Enjoy, comments and favs are greatly appreciated.
Black and White Reunion © Lombnut
Ratchet & Clank game series and characters © Insomniac games
Ratchet awoke with a slight moan, his eyes still sore from the night before. It stung a little to open them, the daylight being
almost blinding. His head fell back down on the pillow it had risen from, for just a few more moments of sleep; however the
thought of falling asleep once more was quickly interupted as the faint smell of freshly roasted coffee and crispy burnt
waffles caught his attention, much to his own surprise. His ears also picked up on small humming and whistling noises
coming from their kitchen.
"Clank's awake..." Ratchet thought, his lips curling up into a smile.
He quickly threw his covers aside, immediately feeling the uncomfortable cold against his naked body. He leaped up and
dressed himself in a rather awkwardly funny way; he jumped around the floor trying to force his green cargo pants on.
After making a fool out of himself, he realised it was probably no longer a surprise that he was now awake, since he
figured Clank must have heard the banging on the floorboards. With his pants now on properly, Ratchet took a good look
at himself in the mirror, reciving a somewhat disappointed expression.
"Aww, geez... " he said to himself, as he rubbed his face in his hands. His silky yellow fur was all ruffled, and his eyes
were almost more red then white. He wouldn't normally dare to face Clank looking like this, but hearing the robot calling
him from the kitchen made Ratchet forget about his fears and focus on other things.
"Coming!" Ratchet shouted happily.
The young lombax enjoyed his morning for the first time in a long time. He finally remembered what it was like to have the
one he loved more than anything make a tasteful breakfeast for him. After his experiences in prison, Ratchet thought that
this was surely too good to be true; but then again, before the incident, Clank making breakfeast was normal, so why
would that change now? However, to Ratchet, something felt different, in the most wonderful way.
Ratchet grinned at Clank from across the table, but Clank, being his usual self, was busy hiding behind the newspaper,
reading and gathering information on anything that was worth learning. Ratchet was somewhat glad that Clank couldn't
see him because when he wasn't grinning and smiling, he was twiddling his thumbs nervously. There was an awkward
feeling between him and Clank that morning, a tension so thick that the pressure nearly gave Ratchet a headache. Of
course, he knew this was only one sided, and that he only had himself to blame for kissing Clank the previous night. Of
course it was going to be awkward in the morning. He had to do something to break the tension – just a few words -
anything would do. He cleared his throat and searched for the courage to speak; when he finally did, his body was shaking slightly.
"H-how come you made w-waffles, Clank?" he said in, what he felt, was a failed attempt to start up a conversation.
"I-I mean, it's so unusual that we'd eat stuff like this."
Clank put the newspaper on the table, and gave Ratchet a small smile, his little eyes shining.
"I thought it would be a nice change, and it seems that you did not mind," the robot chuckled slightly.
Ratchet blushed a little, and his eyes shyly dropped to the floor, not brave enough to respond. He noticed that Clank
placed his tiny arms onto the table, and was now resting his head in between them, looking at him almost... dreamingly
Ratchet smiled a little and, finding some courage, grabbed a handful of waffles and jammed them into his mouth.
"You know that you're spoiling me, Clank," Ratchet laughed as he chowed down on the waffles.
Clank smiled. He knew he was. Perhaps there was a small tiny chance that Clank felt the same for Ratchet that Ratchet felt
about him, but if he didn't... he could accept living as they were now, even though he knew that supressing his feelings
would hurt a lot; however, for Clank, he would do whatever it took.
Being full and pleased, he leaned back into the chair and relaxed, watching Clank from across the table now that he was
busy with the newspaper once more. Ratchet smirked a little to himself as he looked over Clank lovingly, taking in every
shape, feature and dent. Those thin cold metal lips, oh how he longed to kiss them again... He was glad to see Clank was
totally oblivious to his ongoing actions, too lost in the newspaper on the table. God how he wanted to just leap over the
table onto him and never let go, but he couldn't...
Just as he was starting to love where his mind were going, the sound of Clank's voice swept away his thoughts,
and Ratchet looked at his companion questioningly.
"How about I clean up in here?" Clank said to him in a gentle voice.
As much as Ratchet would have loved to help his friend clean up, there was a sweetness in Clank's voice that made it
impossible for Ratchet to disagree with him. Instead, the lombax nodded silently, and with a swift movement, he left his
chair and the kitchen in Clank's care and walked away to grab a seat next to the holo-vid to play some games, knowing
Clank would follow after.
-o-o-
The little robotic man sighed. His sad eyes examined the lombax, who was happily sitting in the couch, shouting and
making wierd "swish" "boom" and "bang" noises that meant that he was getting a little bit too much into the game. Clank
was, since about a minute ago, already done cleaning up after the mess he and Ratchet had left, and had chosen to quietly
stand back and observe his friend. He let out another quiet sigh.
Here in front of him sat the most delicate of species he had ever seen, with so many remarkable and wonderful features.
Sometimes he wondered whether all lombaxes where like this, or if Ratchet was just one of a kind; he had lately come to
realise that it was the later. Ratchet truly was one-of-a-kind, and, to his knowledge, was the only lombax he had come to
know really well. How he loved to stare in secret at him, to gaze upon this magnificent being, taking in everything from
how Ratchet's golden, silky fur shaped itself around his body, covering even the top of his fuzzy ears, to his impressive
looking feet, it's white sharp claws and cushiony paw-pads.
Clank wondered if he should sometime call Venus to thank her for breaking up with him, because it was dawning on him
that if she had not done so, he wouldn't have known he was already in love.
Truthfully, these emotions confused him. They went against everything he had read and learned, and yet... it felt so right.
He was hoping to let these feeling out, praying that Ratchet might harbour similar feelings, and after what happened
earlier, he no longer doubted that there might be a chance. He may be a robot, and he may have "nerves of steel", but one
question still remained: did he dare to find out?
-o-o-
Clank comfortably placed himself really close next to Ratchet on the couch, to Ratchet's surprise. The couch was more
then big enough for both of them, and they both knew this, but if Clank wanted to sit that close to him, he sure as hell
wasn't going to disagree. He had to almost shamefully admit to himself that he loved the feeling Clank left on his right arm,
the cold from Clank's body, it felt so right, so good. He blushed a little, and looked down at his small friend.
"Wanna join me, Clank?" he said with a faint smile.
Clank nooded and grabbed the second controller, ready to assist Ratchet in any way he needed him. Ratchet started the
game up and choose co-op – he knew Clank wasn't going to let him down.
After about an hour of gameplay, they took a short pause, listening to the rain hitting their glass windows from the
outside. The last few days had been quite rainy, and the sky was as grey and dark as ever, even thought it wasn't even
midday. In a way, it was quite cosy, since they had a good excuse to stay inside all day, together. Ratchet smiled again,
and secretly praised that there was no thunder or lightning yet, because as he knew very well, Clank and lightning had
never been a good experience in the past. Ratchet picked up his controller and Clank did the same, although looking
worryingly up into the sky.
Very soon however, it seemed like Ratchet had celebrated too soon. The sounds of lightning crashing and roaring
through the dark grey sky caught them both of guard. Clank, remembering his past, dropped the controller and jumped in
shock as the lightning started striking their surroundings repeatedly. Immersed in fear, the small robot hid himself between
his hands while shaking in his seat. Ratchet, on the other hand, for once the calm one, placed his controller down and took
the shaking robot into his arms. Holding onto Clank, he leaned back and placed his head on the arm of the couch. He
pulled Clank dearly to his chest, embarrassing him and allowing him to shyly ruffle his white chest fur. Ratchet looked down
to Clank, concern visible in his eyes. He felt bad seeing Clank like this, especially since he could only imagine what kind of
fear must be going through the little robot's mind... As he held Clank even closer to his chest, his eyes watered up a little.
He just hated seeing Clank like this, for him to suffer this way... Ratchet was ready to sit there all day, holding on to and comforting Clank.
"C-Clank, I..." his voice crackled as he spoke as tenderly as he could. "Clank, it's going to be alright... I'm here for you."
Clank tilted his small head upward a little, only to be met by Ratchet's now tearful eyes. Cuddling closer into each other,
Ratchet was amazed that Clank seemed capable of acting on his own will, even though lightning was still tearing through
the sky outside. He was overjoyed to see that his small and stuttering words of comfort seemed to have broken through
what fear Clank had, as Clank moved up from his chest to look into his eyes. The robot smiled sadly at Ratchet, gently
wiping a small tear off of Ratchet's cheek with a finger.
"... Ratchet..." he whispered almost breathlessly.
Then Clank kissed Ratchet. Clank's chilled lips against Ratchet's warm ones, it was so much like before when Ratchet had
done so, and yet the feeling was so very different because he knew that this time they both wanted it. Ratchet took the
initiative to deepen their kiss, being sure not to part – not that he wanted to – as he took Clank's hand into his own and
placed his other hand behind Clank's head. Clank did the same, holding Ratchet's naked soft hand, feeling his fur against
his metal. The other hand he placed behind Ratchet's neck, gently ruffling his fur as he pulled their lips together tighter.
Ratchet whimpered softly, to which Clank smiled.
After a moment that seemed to last forever, they parted, both flushed and breathless, embarrassed as their burning cheeks
became obvious to each other. Ratchet's fur burned as he noticed Clank looking at the obvious bulge in his pants.
"Ahh! Uhm... I-I can -" Ratchet splurted out, panicing.
Clank just chuckled lightly and leaned up to kiss Ratchet once more, to which Ratchet didn't object. Clank, who obviously
knew what the bulge was, teased it with his finger, running it up and down over it, causing Ratchet to moan a little, his hot
breath fogging up Clank's metal lips. After a few more moans, he carefully placed Clank on the couch cushion in front of
him, trying to look serious yet blushing like a tomato. He stood up once Clank was off him, then took the robot's hand and
began to drag him toward the bedroom. Clank, realising what the shy lombax was doing, suddenly stopped.
"You sure you want to do this, Ratchet?" Clank asked, shamefully. "I do not have the same... physical attributes... as your kind does... "
Ratchet just nuzzled Clank's shiny head, and kissed it lightly.
"I – don't – care." he said as he placed another kiss on the robot. "And the answer is yes."
For a moment, nothing happened as the robot merely looked at Ratchet.
"... Please?" Ratchet asked with a pleading expression. His eyes looked so soft and caring that they could melt any ones heart.
"... Yes, okay," Clank said shyly, placing a small kiss on the fuzzy lombax's cheek.
-o-o-
They rolled around in Ratchet's bed, kissing and playing, both trying to get dominance over the other which ultimately
ended in a chuckling Clank pinning down a very aroused Ratchet, making Ratchet pant quite heavily. Clank smiled slyly at
him as he slid his metal body over Ratchet's abdomen and down to his waist, making Ratchet gasp a little from the chill.
Clank unbuckled Ratchet's belt and slowly slid it away from his waist. Ratchet watched, nervous yet excited. For a
moment, Ratchet realised that Clank had let his guard down, so he tackled the robot to the covers, this time pinning him down.
Ratchet slid his tongue all over Clank's body, being sure to savour the taste. Much to his enjoyment, Clank seemed to
gasp and flinch some as Ratchet licked over some more sensitive areas, including the joints connecting Clank's arms and
legs. As he gingerly throbbed his tongue over Clank's left leg, he touch one of his circuits, making Clank moan out.
"Uh-Ahh... Ratchet..." Clank moaned out softly, sounding more then pleased by Ratchet's actions.
Ratchet took this opportunity to slid his tongue into Clank's open mouth, being sure to explore everywhere. Clank moaned
a little more into Ratchet's mouth as Ratchet started playing around with his hand on Clank's chestshutter, tapping it with
his fingers, sending vibrations straight to Clank's core.
After pleasing Clank for a while, Ratchet released the robot and allowed him to regain his place on top of the lombax.
Noticing how moist Clank was from all Ratchet's exploring, he couldn't help but to feel a bit guilty.
"Sorry, Clank..." Ratchet murmured, sounding rather ashamed.
Clank on the other hand, didn't seem to care and just nibbled his lips in return, smiling at him. He obviously didn't feel
offended, which made Ratchet feel better. Out of pure surprise, Clank took a hold of the bulge and squeezed it softly,
making the young lombax moan again.
"Gah! Aaha ... geez, naughty Clank?" Ratchet asked.
Clank just smiled.
Clank was now on top of him, rubbing up and down over his chest. He felt every muscle flex and retract as he rubbed
himself against Ratchet's waist, making Ratchet himself pant and moan.
"Ah... Clank, please..." Ratchet pleaded.
The teasing was making his pants unbearably and almost painfully tight. Clank looked down onto the lombax who was
squirming and moaning under his touch, having no thoughts of quitting. He slid himself down further, until he was
between Ratchet's legs. Noticing Ratchet's tail swinging wildly from side to side, Clank grabbed it and pulled it lightly,
making Ratchet moan a little louder. As he let go of the tail, he noticed the obvious wetness on Ratchet's pants, a small
moist pool surrounding the arousal. Clank pressed lightly below the spot, making Ratchet gasp, as he took in the orgasmic
musk from his organic lover, trying his best to savour the scent.
"Cla – ah, please..." Ratchet moaned out, his eyes filled with small tears of both pleasure and anticipation.
Clank just nooded silently and grabbed the rim of Ratchet's green cargo pants, slowly pulling them down to his knees and
over his feet, and letting them drop to the ground. Ratchet let out a pant of relief, his member finally freed from it's tight
confinement. He stared down at Clank, who looked curiously at the fully exposed genitalia. Ratchet blushed, feeling a bit
embarrassed about being so intimate with his friend; but at the same time, he couldn't help but love every second of it. He
realised that Clank was debating on what to do next, so he gave him his approval.
"C-Clank... you can touch it, if you want to..." he whispered, more than just nervous.
Clank choose to do so. He slowly approached Ratchet's member, placing his one hand around it and the other below his
sack. Ratchet let out a loud gasp, Clank's cold hand definitely taking him by shock, but quickly fell silent again. Small
moans were heard as Clank proceded to move his hand up and down his member while his other hand gently massaged
his sack. For Ratchet, this was like heaven, and it made him unsure on how long he would last.
Clank, using his knowledge in lombax anatomy, made the best of the situation. He was able to please his lover more than
anyone else ever could; he knew just the right thing to do to the right spot. He removed his hand from Ratchet's sack,
which was met with a displeased grunt from Ratchet. As he placed a finger against Ratchet's entrance, he made sure to
press just enough to make Ratchet moan loudly in pleasure, but not yet slipping inside. This teasing drove Ratchet mad,
making him moan harder.
"P-pl-please c-continue... " the lombax panted, his breathing heavy now.
Clank nooded in understanding, knowing just what he wanted. Carefully slipping one finger inside the lombax, watched as
Ratchet's whole body arched up while he shouted out in pleasure. Clank continued to pump Ratchet's member while
moving his finger in and out, making Ratchet almost faint in pleasure as he began to thrust hard into the metal hand. His
breath got more and more shallow and his moans became louder and deeper until he suddenly tensed up, and in a final
thrust, he came, spoiling his fur coat and reducing it to a sticky mess. As his content slowly oozed out and gathered in a
small pool of goo on his stomach, he gave Clank a tired smile. Clank looked at him, astonished, trying to figure out what
just happened while the lombax smiled, satisfied.
"Did... did you just overheat?" Clank asked curiously.
Ratchet let out a laugh, shaking his head as he was too tired for words at that moment. Clank let go of Ratchet's limp
member as Ratchet lifted him up and placed him on top of his chest, ruffling his fur. He leaned forward and gave his lover a
small kiss on his cold metal lips, the icy cold being so good against his boiling body.
"... continue..." Ratchet whispered breathlessly.
Clank did as he was told. As Ratchet put him down again, he slipped his finger into Ratchet's enterance once more,
making the lombax bite down onto his lip and groan.
"... more, Clank... I can take it..." Ratchet told him.
Adding another finger provided some immediate results as Ratchet gasped out loud once more. Feeling Ratchet's member
twitching back to life, Clank continued his actions like before, watching as the scissoring movements of his fingers were
driving the lombax insane and to the peak of pleasure. Being aroused and erect again now, Ratchet panted heavily at what
pleasures he was granted, as Clank was busy pleasing him, to Clank's enjoyment. For him, being able to bring the galaxy's
greatest hero to his knees and to the edge and hight of pleasure meant everything – there were nothing else he could ask for.
His fingers met a peculiar bump inside Ratchet's warmth, and he quickly realised that brushing against it made Ratchet shout out loudly.
"OH GOD! Ah-aha... oh god, Clank, do that again!" Ratchet panted.
Clank did so, and Ratchet's body arched up once more, jerking and spazzing from the undeniable pleasure Clank was
giving him. Ratchet realised that it wouldn't take long for him to come again, as he moaned and panted.
"Cl-Clank, wait..." Ratchet pleaded.
When Clank stopped, Ratchet proceded to seat himself upright on the bed, then bend over Clank and slide over him,
grasping the covers as his moist erection met the cold metal. Shyly sliding his tongue into Clank's mouth made Clank
moan a little. The pure energy from Ratchet was so overwhelming to Clank, the pure ecstacy Ratchet was giving him made
him moan out even more as Ratchet's ragged breath again fogged up his metal.
Ratchet thrusted himself harder against Clank's body, his member wedged in between them, while Clank continued to push
his fingers in and out, making Ratchet moan, pleased. His other hand ruffled the hair on top of Ratchet's head. Ratchet
pulled back from the kiss and let his head fall on to the covers, leaning on Clank's shoulder for support, as his head was spinning around.
"Nngh.. Ah- aha..." Ratchet moaned out softly, muffled by the covers.
Ratchet attempted to thrust back on the fingers inside him, while he kept a steady rythmn sliding himself along Clank's
body. In a few short moments, his breath got more and more shallow again, and his moans deeper and deeper. Clank kept
hitting that magic spot inside of him, over and over again, making it unbearable to hold it in any longer, until in just a
matter of seconds, he tensed up and moaned out aloud.
"Ah... Clank, I'm going to... ah... Oh- Ah-!"
With a loud moan, Ratchet stiffened, his channel tightening around Clank's fingers. White, hot seed splattered in between
them and across Clank's stomach. Clank felt it, it felt so good on his cold metal body.
Ratchet relaxed his muscles, panting hard, and began recovering from his climax. As more oozed out, Clank removed his
fingers, making the lombax moan a little from the loss. Ratchet lifted his head up and stared right into Clank's glowing
eyes. They where warm, and he felt safe.
After a brief struggle Ratchet pinned Clank down and proceded to clean up the mess he made, being sure to lick every
inch of Clank's delicious body, as the robot shyly giggled.
"Hehe, stop it Ratchet, it tickles!" Clank chuckled.
Ratchet instead raised an eyebrow and stared at him deviously, a sly smirk on his lips. Giving Clank one last lick, he kissed
the small robot gingerly, placing kisses onto different parts of his body, making Clank moan a weird "huummmm" sound.
With a final kiss on Clank's small antenna, Ratchet placed his exhausted body on the pillow next to Clank. They were both
breathing slowly now, and stareing at each other with small smiles.
"... Cl... Clank... that was amazing..." Ratchet let out quietly, a small tear in his eye.
"You're wonderful, Clank, better than I could have hoped… "
Clank looked at him, his eyes being the only light in the dark. For Ratchet, that green light felt soothing in a way, calming...
Clank fell silent and crawled up to Ratchet, cuddling into his soft silky fur as he listened to the beating of the lombax's
heart, making him feel drowsy.
"Thank you... " Clank whispered.
"For what...?" Ratchet asked curiously as he placed his arms around the little metal being.
"For loving me..." Clank whispered again, his red antenna lighting up.
Ratchet just tightened his embrace around Clank, not being sure if he ever wanted to let him go. He bent his head down a
little and their lips met once more. It was just a short peck this time, as they both snuggled into each other, almost falling
asleep to each others sounds; Clank to Ratchet's heartbeat and Ratchet to Clank's quietly buzzing. Ratchet could feel the
cool metal against him. Clank could feel the warmth of Ratchet's body. So mismatched, but so perfectly matched.
"I love you so much," Ratchet said softly.
"I love you too, Ratchet," Clank whispered back to him.
As they both fell asleep in each others arms, Ratchet protectively cradling Clank next to him, and Clank holding onto that
soft silky fur, they both knew they had found love in this life, and for the rest of their life. Knowing that even from the
strangest of duos, something more, something deeper then friendship had risen.
Even if the world were never to accept them, they could deal with it all, because they had each other, forever and for always.