Chapter nine: God's games

Savage seemed to be fighting against an invisible foe, whimpering and squirming on the berth, his optics offline. However, hi open panel showing his leaking, too stretched valve told ratchet that Unicron was probably having fun fun his pet toy. It made him angry and tightens his fist, and he walked to the berth quickly, shaking the small mech to try to wake him from his nightmare.

"Wake up Savage! Don't let him win! Fight it!" He pressed, optics narrowed in seriousness.

The reaction he got wasn't the one he expected... Abruptly, Savage's optics onlined, but they were a deep purple in shade and with a snarl that sounded totally not like his voice, he grabbed the medic's hand and twisted... hard! Ratchet yelped when he felt the writ joint broke and then again when he found himself flying towards the far wall and hitting it full force.

"Savage is mine, Medic. Keep your servos off my possession. There is nothing you can do to save him..." Unicron/Savage said, and ratchet's optics widened slightly when he looked at Savage.

The smaller mech was standing on the berth, covered in purple flames, purple optics burning like fire from the Pit, and he had the most sadistic, cruel expression one can imagine.

In the dream world Unicron trapped him in, Savage felt faintly like someone was shaking him and talking to him. A voice he could almost recognize... until Unicron's particularly hard, vicious thrust brought him back to what was happening. He cried out and arched his back.

"Don't worry my pet. Noone's going to interrupt us here. I'm making sure of it." he purred in his audio and then gave his neck another bite, licking the energon up.

Ratchet cradled his injured wrist as he backed away from the fire covered mech. He could feel the heat of the purple flames as Unicron/Savage approach.

"No one will interfere with what I have planned, not even you, medic or you will share the same fate as the telepath."

Ratchet had never been so terrified in his life, the only time he had been this terrified was during his younger days as a medic during the first days of the war.

Unicron/Savage laughed at his fear then reached for him when a pair of blue burly arms wrapped around him, pinning his arms to his sides.

Dreadwing ignored the searing pain in his arms and chest as he dragged the cursing possessed mech away from Ratchet and back onto the medical berth.

"You cannot stop me, fool!" He snarled as Dreadwing forced him back on the berth. "I am a god what makes you think you can-"

Dreadwing flat out punched him in the face to shut him up. The purple flames vanished as he lost consciousness and he laid limply on the berth.

"Boastful fool." Dreadwing muttered.

Ratchet looked at the mech who just saved him with awe and relief. He pushed himself back to his feet with a grunt, wincing at the pain that shot through his wrist. Dreadwing was by his side in an instant and helping him up, his strong arms wrapped around his shoulder to steady him.

"Easy there. You hit that wall quite hard." he smiled some, a crooked handsome smile. "Let's get this wrist checked, now."

He delicately took the injured wrist and palmed the joint, then nodded. With a sharp twist, the joint cracked again and was back into its rightful position. ratchet let out a yelp but the pain was so brief he didn't had time to jerk away and Dreadwing was holding him tightly to his broad side.

"See? not even broken, just dislocated." he said his tune a deep purr, and he lifted a hand to wipe a tear that escaped ratchet optic with a claw.

"Thank you..." The medic replied, very grateful, and feeling a bit of warmth creep into his spark.

"Anytime?" Dreadwing replied with a purr as he leaned foward.

Ratchet's spark raced as he leaned forward to meet Dreadwing half way.

The kiss was nothing Ratchet had ever felt in his entire life, it literally took his breath away. And he didn't want it to ever stop.

Dreading wrapped his arms around the medic and pulled him closer then grunted a little as an injury was grazed.

"Your hurt." Ratchet said concern in his voice.

"I'm ok," He replied. "It's only a first degree metal burn."

"It could still get infected." Ratchet said, taking his hand and leading him to an empty berth and sat him down.

Dreadwing held perfectly still as Ratchet put a burn soothing agent on his burns. He took hold of Ratchet's hand when he was finished once he was finished putting the soothing agent on him.

Ratchet looked at him, his optics wide and almost innocent looking.

They leaned foward to kiss again but the moment was ruined when Knockout cleared his throat.

"The medbay is not a good place to make out. Take it to your quarters, Dread."

Ratchet blushed furiously and jumped away almost as if he'd been burned, or tried at least. Apparently, Dreadwing wasn't as shy as the medic when it came to 'making out'. he chuckled, pulling ratchet back into his chest, and shot Knockout a devious little smirk.

"You're just jealous, Knockout. Has breakdown been ignoring you lately?" He teased, but his tune was merely playful.

"Hardy har har Dread, very funny. I'm hardly jealous. I'm just saying that maybe, my patients wouldn't want watching the two of you going at it." The medic replie with a crooked smile, optics flashing in amusement.

Ratchet just huffed, but yelped when he was suddenly swept off his pedes by the large flier that was now carrying him towards the door. "Hey! I can walk, you know?" he grumbled grumpily but the other didn't seemed to hear or didn,t wanted to. "Put me down Dreadwing!"

They left the medbay and Knockout, shaking his head in amusement, behind, and Dreadwaing held him a little tighter to his chest, making both their sparks fluttering. "I don't think I want to. And I'm sure you don't too..."

They arrived to a new room, Dreadwing's quarters, and ratchet was walked to the berth and deposited there by the larger flier, who pinned him down and started to ravish his mouth yet again, making ratchet blush harder and moan in pleasure. He wrapped his arms around the large mech's neck and pulled him closer.

Despite his large size and strenght, Dreadwing was actually a gentle lover, wanting his lovers to feel nothing but pleasure.

His engine purred as he deepend the kiss, he wanted to take his time with this. Ratchet wasn't like his past lovers, Ratchet... was special.

"Wait, wait." Ratchet panted.

Dreadwing was a little confused, but backed off and allowed the medic to sit up.

"What's wrong?" Dreadwing asked, a little concerned.

Ratchet just smiled then reached behind him and his orange pack that attached to his back came off with a hiss.

"Nothing's wrong, I just wanted to take the pack off." He replied.

Dreadwing chuckled and when the pack was off, pulled the medic for another deep, passionate kiss. He pulled ratchet into his lap and the medic straddled his waist, wrapping his legs around him. His hands found some very sensitive spots on his sides and he moaned, pressing closer.

"Dreadwing..." he whispered breathlessly when they broke the kiss, and tilted his head when the large yet gently mech started to nip and lick at his enck cables. "Yes... Feels good..."

"I aim to please, handsome..." he replied with a grin, pausing in his ministration for but a second.

Ratchet's panel clicked open soon enough under those lovely tortures and he arched his back, leaking valve bared and ready. "Someone's eager." Dreadwing chuckled and he pushed a digit inside the valve slowly.

Ratched mewled as the clawed digit slid into his dripping wet port, he was surprised at how gentle Dreadwing was being, he half exspected the large flyer to be domineering to him but he wasn't.

'He's nothing like Ironhide.' Ratchet mused, then moaned as a second finger was added, increasing the pleasure.

While he gently thrusts his fingers in and out of the medic's port, he continues to nip and lick his neck cable, slowly moving up towards his pointed audio. He soon found that it was rather sensitive when nipped because Ratch cried out with sinful pleasure.

He would definitely remember that the next they shared a berth.

Dreadwing deepend his thrusts a bit and was caught off guard with Ratchet let out a scream of pleasure as his clawed fingers graze a large cluster of sensory nodes. Smirking, he aimmed for that spot several times before Ratchet climaxed, calling out his name as he did so.

However, Dreadwing wasn't finished yet, and he gently laid the medic on his back on the berth, and with his panel opening, his large cable, hard and throbbing, slid out. He kept his nuzzling and kissing of Ratchet's pointy audio and dove into gaps on his side's armor and stroke sensitive nodes and wires.

Ratchet was already revving up again and he gasped when he felt the large cable slid inside him and fill him up almost to the point of pain. He arched his back and his valve clenched a bit around the intruder, his legs wrapping around his waist and opening wider.

"Mmm... More... Dreadwing..." he purred and pulled him into a heated, domineering kiss.

Dreadwing was surprised by the domineering kiss, the medic was just full of surprises and happily returned his kiss as he sank deeper into his port before thrusting in and out of him keeping the pace slow and deep, he wanted this to last.

Ratchet's entire body was on fire, he had never felt anything like thing like this, not even with Ironhide.

He reached up and stroked the base of one of his wings, he inwardly smirked when Dreadwing groaned with pleasure. He did it again, just to play with him and cried out when a cluster of censors were hit.

Ratchet let out a moan and chuckled, stroking this sensor node reêatedly, making his big lover shudder and moan with pleasure, his thrusts keeping that slow, agonizing pace. He spread his legs even wider and his burning blue optics locked with Dreadwing.

"Feels so right... SO perfect..." he whispered, and felt his spark call out to the other, pulsing hard and fast. He yelped in slight surprise when his chestplates parted and bared his bright pulsing spark. "Ho!"

Dreadwing didn't expected that either, and his spark reacted strongly to the sudden baring of the other's, his chestplates started to open and bare his own spark. He let out a groan and his thrusts paused for a moment, as he drank in the erotic sight that ratchet was making. "So handsome... Give me your spark, love..."

"It's yours..." Ratchet replied and laid back, while they slowly joined together.

Dreadwing gripped Ratchet's back at the surge of energy and pleasure. His thrusts became slightly quicker as the bond slowly began to form, this felt so right.

Memories flashed between them as the bond that was forming became stronger.

There no longer any secrets between them, nor did they want keep secrets from the other, they wanted complete and total trust between the pair of them.

Ratchet could feel the sorrow Dreadwing still felt for his twin's death, his anger towards the Autobots for being the cause of it, and his reluctance about working with them in their current situation. he could also feel the attraction, the powerful feelings that he had almost immediately started to feel for the medic when he first saw him, and that his love was genuine.

'yeah I love you my little Autobot... No need to ask why. I just do.' He whispered through the forming bond, and thrusted their chest together harder, merging them deeper.

ratchet cried out and his hands tightened on his lover's shoulders. His mate... he never imagined he would end up bonding to a decepticon, but here he was, and he was very happy about it. 'Love you two, you big oaf. Decepticon's love... How ironic...'

It only took a few more minutes before overload crashed over them both and ratchet cried out his mate's name in bliss. Dreadwing held him to his chest fiercely and felt the bond had completed and they were now together.

Both failed to notice the flash of green when the bond was completed. It was however noticed by Unicron, he was still rather pissed about the punch to the face.

'Hmm, very interest development. An Autobot and Decepticon bonded pair, who are now carrying.' A smirk appeared on his face plates.

He reached out with a ghostly clawed hand toward the now sleeping pair, intended on making this sparkling his own. Tainting their newly formed offspring would be the perfect act of revenge for earlier.

A vice like grip grabbed his wrist before he could reach it though, and he was yanked away from the newly bonded pair and their barely formed sparkling.

'Don't even think about it, brother. You ruined enough lives as it is.' Primus said.

Unicron snarled and spun on his twin brother, baring his fangs and hissing like an angry Earth snake. "Let go of me brother! You meddling fool, I am tired of your constant interference!"

Primus looked at him sternly, his deep blue optics shining with disapproval and disappointment. However, he couldn't let his brother corrupt this little sparkling more than he did Savage's twins. His children needed his protection against his twin,s cruel games, and he would do his best to do just that, especially for the youngest, most innocent of them.

"No, I won't. This had gone far enough Unicron. Release my child and leave this plan. You have no right to be there. I banned you a long time ago to the Pit, you should've never left. You are the guardian of the Pits of the Damned. I forbid you to try and claim more sparks for yourself then your fair share." He narrowed his optics, a flash of anger in them, a very rare occurrence, and added, lowering his tune. "You know I am stronger then you. I proved it to you once, I can do it again. Do not force my hand. I will not kill you, but I can make sure that you will never leave the Pits ever again."

Unicron's purple optics shone with anger and he wrenched his wrist from his twin,s hand, glaring at him, his body shifting to many shapes to try and intimidate his brother. However it was clear that Primus wasn't impressed, and he settled for his usual horned, winged self. "I will not be thwarted again, Primus. I will fight you, and this fight might damage this reality, and you very well know it. Will you risk it?" he smirked, baring his sharp fangs. "I don't think so. last time we fought, the Big bang occurred. Think carefully of your nect move, dear brother..."

With those words, he vanished, his cruel, haunting laugh lingering for a long time. Primus sighed and shook his head. He had no options left, he didn't wanted to provoke another Big bang by directly fighting his twin. To his greater sorrow, he was going to have to use his Disciple, his last Herald in this Plane, to banish Unicron once again.

Optimus Prime was going to be the Sacrificial lamb. There was no other choice.

-TBC-