I am completely and utterly overwhelmed by you all. I had been having a lackluster day and I came in to find all these kind and supporting words and it all about made my day. You all are my life. To show my appreciation I wanted to get this out asap. It's a little smaller then the first, and I'm so sorry about that! The next few will also be somewhat smaller, but they have the mech on mech action/situations if that helps at all. This is my first "mature" writing and I'm a little worried about the reception. Please let me know if it bombed or if it actually made some kind of sense. Any critique concerning it would be more than welcome, I'm just starting and I would love help of those more experienced than I.

Thanks again to Cheysuli-Night and SkyHighFan for pointing out my whole Iornhide vs. Ironhide dilemma. My atrocious spelling strikes again! Also, thank you again to those of you that wished me good luck on my midterm—I've even started studying because of you, so thanks a million. Also a huge, genormus thanks to Kesera who was kind enough to give me an e-mail that helped me with all the lingering grammar mistakes in the first chapter.

I hope you enjoy the Ratchet/Twins action and thanks again for reading!

Edit: Thanks to Azkadellia, I changed a few more of my hideous spelling errors. Thanks a bunch!

Edit 2: Thanks a million to Kesera who, out of the kindness of her heart, has become my impromptu de facto beta. Thank you and I'm glad fanfics can be educational. See? They help you study!

As Sam left his med bay, Ratchet shuttered his optics and leaned heavily against his workbench. How could he have been so unfeeling? He knew the boy still harbored guilt about the Allspark's destruction and he had to go and dredge it back up again. Muttering obscenities under his breath, Ratchet onlined his optics and stepped away from his workstation, snagging a cleaning instrument and heading towards the human sized berth to do cleanup before getting the paper work in his office completed. He shuddered a bit at the thought of the stacks of datapads waiting for his signature. Since First Aid had only been the temporary CMO in Ratchet's absence, Ratchet was still responsible to sign off on all his procedures. It was a necessary evil for the speed at which they had set off from Cybertron. They hadn't had time to completely instate First Aid as a CMO and so had done a quick fix of making him a temporary one, and Prowl (Ratchet's obscenities reached a high point at thoughts of the tactician) was now determined that all the paperwork should be completed for the record's sake.

Taking a few steps towards the berth, Ratchet suddenly froze. All at once the air grew thick and sludgy. Blinking his optics slowly, sound dwindled until it filtered through his audios sparingly, the instrument slipping through his unprocessing fingers. Ratchet watched, as almost in slow motion, it clanked to the floor, rebounded, clanked again, and rolled under the recovery berth that was still a little ways ahead of him.

His CPU floundering in a haze, the disturbed air and sharp sound of the med-bay doors as they opened were still barely distinguishable. Turning his head slowly as if through a thick paste, Ratchet stared blankly at the two forms fumbling through the door.

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were focused solely on the bickering argument between them and failed to notice the blankly staring CMO.

"We've got to get it fixed, Sunny!" the red twin implored as they rushed into the med-bay.

"What do you mean, 'we'? It was your idea to mess with Ironhide's extra set of canons! And you're the one who broke them!" Sunstreaker yelled back as they crossed the threshold and the door closed gently behind them. And then, after a beat as if just remembering something particularly frustrating, "And don't call me Sunny!"

"Yes, yes. Whatever you say, Sunny." Sideswipe replied and Sunstreaker snarled in return.

Glaring into his twin's smile of innocence, Sunstreaker relented into a soft growl. Honestly, the things he did for family, "Let's just get them fixed and back to old bucket-head before he finds out and uses us for target practice, okay? My paint can't take that at the moment—it's in a delicate drying stage."

Rolling his optics at his twin, Sideswipe nodded his head in amused agreement and turned to locate the medic who would be the savior of them all—that is if he didn't beat them over the head for their stupidity first.

Spotting said medic at a workstation, Sideswipe felt a brief stab of worry. Usually when they entered just willy-nilly Ratchet almost immediately started screaming about respecting his workspace. Or something. Sideswipe didn't really know for sure, he never really listened. With the lack of screaming as a pleasant background noise, however, he had just assumed that Ratchet was off in his office or out at the moment. Setting the arm canon that they had come in to have fixed down on a nearby table, Sideswipe walked over to the eerily quiet mech, his twin following with equal puzzlement. Lowering his optic ridges in concern, Sideswipe tried to catch the medic's attention, "Ratchet?"

Focusing sharply at the sound of his name, Ratchet's optics swiveled and locked onto the twin's forms. Heat, sudden and hard and almost unbearably intense, swept through Ratchet's frame. Internal alarms blared at him as his suddenly thundering circuits reached dangerous levels, warning that his fans were an astrosecond away from stuttering on to forcibly cool him down.

Sunstreaker, by this time, was also beginning to become uneasy. Not concerned. No, Sideswipe and he had a special relationship with Ratchet, to be sure—they got messed up, Ratchet yelled at and fixed them, they laughed, got messed up again, and Ratchet continued to yell at and fix them. It was a treasured constant in Sunstreaker's life and if he was going to be worried over anything it would be for the break in the routine, not the medic. He didn't care about the smaller, blocky, vaguely attractive—

Ah…he didn't care, and that was that. End of story.

"Hey? Ratchet? Is everything okay—" Sideswipe choked off as Ratchet reached up and trailed a hand over his neck wiring, optics still and dark and silently staring at his hand that seemed to move independently of his processors. Sunstreaker stared at the medic and his brother, locking shocked optics with his red twin over Ratchet's shoulder.

Sunstreaker cleared his vocal processor, "Ratchet—" The medic's other hand shot out and harshly covered over the yellow twin's mouth, stroking the lips almost instantaneously with apology for his rapid movement. With one hand on each twin, Ratchet petted absentmindedly, entranced with the movement of both his limbs and watching their progress leisurely.

A sudden click disturbed the uncanny silence and Sideswipe's fans began to whirr as his systems refused to remain immune to the soft touches over his sensitive neck wiring. Sunstreaker had about a nanoclick to stare incredulously at his mortified brother before lips crashed against his and he was knocked to the floor. A startled squeak choked off by a moan told him that Sideswipe had found himself in the same predicament. And that Ratchet was doing something with the hand that he couldn't see and that he must be doing something good because he hadn't heard his brother make that sound since—

"Gah…" Sunstreaker panted as Ratchet's other hand, the one that was crushed between them, stroked down his chassis and slipped between his hip struts and twisted in the wiring there, tugging lightly.

Oh. Oh. Sideswipe echoed his thoughts and Sunstreaker choked back a moan against the CMO's lips as he imagined what Ratchet must be doing to his twin. The double sensations of a phantom mental pleasure and the actuality of the physical one combined to throw his processor haywire and all thoughts of blankopticsandmustnotknowwhathesdong were temporarily thrown out of his CPU and it was all he could do to crush his own lips back against the responsive medic, reaching his own hand down and drawing it up the back of Ratchet's legs to roughly thrust it in and tug, drawing a moan from the medic on top of him.

He felt another hand join him on the sensitive wiring and Sunstreaker realized that his brother must also have gotten tired of the passive role. Opening a COM link, even a private one, would have been absolutely impossible right then with the lockdowns his systems were automatically enforcing as they tried to prevent the inevitable overheating, so Sunstreaker was forced to expand the small mental channel between him and his twin—an idea that, while pleasurable in that he could talk mind to mind, also detracted from the amount of concentration he could pay to the panting puddle of mech between him and his brother.

Reaching out slowly, he gave the equivalent of a soft knock on his brother's mind. A moment of astonishment, then acceptance, and he was engulfed in all that was Sideswipe. He moaned as the sensations doubled, tripled. He could feel Ratchet's ongoing shaky touches on his inner wiring as well as a strong echo of Ratchet's other touches through Sideswipe's frame. The resulting sensations were…enjoyable, and it immediately sent off more warnings about eminent overload and already overtaxed fans continued to strain towards their limits.

:Br…Brother?: Sideswipe questioned, even his mental voice breathy with pleasure.

Sunstreaker realized that he had been quiet for far too long, his concentration shot through magnificently, and was quick to reply :The floor's chipping my paint:

A mental laugh :You didn't come to talk only about your aesthetics did you? Because I'm a little—ah!—busy at the mo—moment.: Sideswipe's consciousness fizzed out for a second and Sunstreaker could hear him moan long and hard with his physical audios. He shuttered his optics and disentangled his mind slightly. What was—

His thoughts shut off completely and he had to work to keep his consciousness comprehending of anything other than feeling as Ratchet's hand that was still embedded in his wiring gave a slight jolt of electricity that sent his electrical nerves on fire. It jumped from processor to processor and ran straight to his spark chamber in continual waves of bright, pulsing pleasure. His spark, throbbing with growing need, thrust to meet every wave. Sunstreaker screamed, his vocals shorting out at the sensation.

:Primus!: he shouted at Sideswipe, who, at the moment could do nothing but send un-worded agreement over the bond. Not to be outdone, Sunstreaker grabbed a better hold on the medic and twisted until Ratchet's side met the floor and he was now lying completely between the twins instead of sprawled over the both of them. With their new leverage, both twins plunged their hands into the medic's body, grabbed the wires there, and gave their own pulse of energy.

Ratchet mewled and struggled against them, his frame shuttering at the intense feedback his systems were sending as his spark leapt rapidly from side to side in its casing, attempting to meet the two strands of electrical impulse simultaneously. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, however, aware of what they were doing to the medic, purposely made their timing at odds, forcing his spark to feel each of their pulses separately, the feelings induced doubled in their forced intensity. Ratchet, his spark aching at the twofold sensation pushed into it, moaned and cried out, his CPU overflowing with the pleasure.

:Sunny, tell me what you want now, because if he makes that noise one more time—:

Sunstreaker growled at the nickname, but for the sake of brevity just pretended not to hear it :Doesn't this seem odd to you? I mean, where the slag did this come from?:

A sudden sense of incredulity and shock was thrown haphazardly over the bond. Most of Sideswipe's attention was on the squirming medic between them, he couldn't be bothered to use words.

Sunstreaker tightened his hold on the wiring between his hands and caressed a small cluster of circuitry, causing Ratchet to lock up and throw his head back with his loudest moan yet. Sunstreaker could hear his brother choke and he knew that they both couldn't last much longer.

:We just came in here and he—gah!—he just jumped us. Does that sound like Ratchet to you?:

:At the moment, Sunny, I can't really—really, be to co—oh!—concerned about it. Usually you're not so…so…aghhh…inquisitive about these things.:

:I'm just worried, tha—ah!—t's all.: Sunstreaker panted, his intakes clearing as the medic finally got his own hands working and his own electrical impulses started again. Sunstreaker could feel his spark stretching out for its other half on the other side of Ratchet, and Sideswipe's reaching for his. Then, in hardly a nanoclick, his spark's pulse changed and instead of reaching over the medic's spark, it was trying to reach throughit. The echoed groan of the two mechs next to him announced that they also felt the change. It was as if his spark was recognizing Ratchet's as a part of itself now, too, and it was trying to string all three of them together, to reach through all their chassis's and merge all three thundering pulses.

The increased electrical sensitivity that came from their sparks pulsing in time was enough to make Sunstreaker forget that he was still waiting for his brother to say something. When Sideswipe's mental voice invaded the fog that currently surrounded his CPU, it came as a small shock :We can figure it out…it out…ughh!—later! Yes? Later!:

Sunstreaker wasn't a saint. He had said his piece and right now he was just this side of one of the best overloads he'd ever had in his life and if Sideswipe said they could deal with it later then they would. Later. Much, much later.

He sent his un-worded agreement over the bond, no longer considering intelligent mental replies worth the concentration. A breathy laugh returned his message and then Sideswipe's side of the bond was cut off and since they couldn't (and didn't really want to) shut the bond off completely, Sunstreaker could still feel the barest hint of Sideswipe's pleasure.

Sunstreaker growled into the audios of the mech between him and his twin, the vibration of his growl reverberating through his frame and his engine rumbled an echo between them, causing the medic to let out another unrestrained cry of pleasure and then, in a move that Sunstreaker didn't even think mechs could do, Ratchet clenched both his hands into fists and sent out, instead of the brief electrical pulses that were the norm, one large bundle of energy and routed it directly to both twin's sparks.

Sunstreaker screamed and his voice processor phased out at the sensation as the electrified ball of energy met with his spark. Sunstreaker shuddered and the flashing warnings that he had been steadfastly ignoring shrieked at him and he only had the barest conscious realization that the echoing sounds were of his brother and his medic also screaming their own release before his optics off-lined and his CPU forcibly followed suit.

So...liked it? Hated it? Have any suggestions to make the next chapter any better? Please, let me know! The next couple up for bat is Bluestreak/Wheeljack and unfortunately it's only going to be a heavy PG-13. But I've got one more smex chapter coming up, so no worries! Thanks again for reading, the fact that you do makes me so happy.