Hooray, I finally updated!
Anyway, for all my loyal fans out there this chapter is gonna blow your mind.
Warning the following Chapter contains screaming, crying and some sexual content.
Reader's discretion is advised.
Chapter 8: Saved by an Unlikely Source
A high pitched scream pierced my eardrums causing me to release my hold on Ratchet and slap my hands over my ears.
Ratchet lay on his side, breathing ragged and weak.
"What did you do to him?!"
Clank screamed at me, making me flinch from the noise.
I uncovered my ears that were still mildly ringing and stood up, facing in the direction of Clank.
"Clank it wasn't my fault, Ratchet was the one who-"
I paused mid-sentence, shocked at what my eyes were witnessing.
Clank stood a few feet away, fists clenched in anger and fright.
But that wasn't the thing that shocked me beyond belief.
Fresh tears flowed freely down Clank's face, leaving faint streaks down his metal cheeks and if it wasn't shocking enough Clank's antenna began glowing a dark depressing blue.
I shifted my gaze away Clank and rested my eyes on Ratchet.
His once labored breathing was now slowly returning to normal.
I turned back to Clank, feeling ashamed for what I'd done.
"Clank I am so sorry, I thought I could control but I just couldn't"
My own eyes were holding back tears.
"Please forgive me"
Clank looked at me, his neon eyes taking on a certain empathetic quality.
The small robot blinked, his tears replaced by a soft reassuring smile.
"I forgive you"
At that moment a bloodcurdling scream sounded behind me.
Me and Clank instantly turned towards Ratchet whose body had begun to spasm furiously.
"Makayla what is happening to him?"
Clank asked, voice littered with fear.
An expression half between total shock and fascination plastered itself on my features.
"It must be the venom"
Clank gave me a somewhat clueless look.
I let out a sign, eyes lowering on Ratchet's struggling form.
"My vampire venom is having an effect on him…he's turning"
Clank was about to ask "into what?" but was interrupted by a sudden spout of torturous screaming from Ratchet.
The small robot inwardly shuddered but remained unmoving from the spot he stood.
Ratchet's screams seemed to take on a sort of hushed quality, while his body spasms grew fiercer with every second that went by.
"Clank"
The whisper was so faint my advanced hearing almost didn't pick it up.
Clank blinked.
Did Ratchet just say his name?
Clank took a hesitant step forward.
This time Ratchet turned his head, eyes locked on his best friend.
"Clank, help"
The lombaxes voice was weak but Clank understood.
I silently watched as the small robot walked up to where Ratchet lay.
Clank paused for a second than carefully took Ratchet's hand and began…stroking it tenderly?
My eyes widened and my mind became a confused jumble.
What the fuck is he doing?!
Ratchet's spasms were now becoming less frequent; his hushed screams replaced by short gasps.
Clank froze, gaze locked on Ratchet's emerald eyes.
They were so close, closer than ever before.
Clank took a deep breath, this was it, it was now or never.
With an explosion of courage Clank closed the space between him and Ratchet.
Clank was met with a sudden burst of energy as his cold lips met Ratchet's warm ones.
Instinctively, Clank felt his eyes close, his mind and body absorbed in pure bliss.
Ratchet's own eyes widened in shock, his once excruciating pain now forgotten.
Clank was kissing him.
For years he had dreamed of this happening but that's all it stayed, a dream.
Ratchet never would have guessed Clank housed the same feelings.
Just as Ratchet was beginning to relax into the kiss, Clank began to pull away.
Before Clank could fully move away from him, Ratchet caught his hand and swept him onto the couch.
A pleasurable chill went through Ratchet as he gently laid Clank on his chest, followed by a low moan from the sudden change in temperature.
Clank himself was in a sort of dreamy state; actually Clank was almost convinced this was a dream.
The soft emerald eyes were so inviting Clank didn't even hesitate as he proceeded to brush his lips against Ratchet's.
Ratchet closed his eyes as he was once again engulfed in the most passionate of kisses.
Meanwhile, I was located a few feet away, breathing heavily and clutching the coffee table for support.
If you're wondering what I do in my spare time besides blood drinking and partying, you're in for a surprise.
It mostly involves fantasizing about Ratchet and Clank doing things to each other, naughty things.
Most of them involving steamy make out sessions; like the one I was currently witnessing.
What can I say; it's my favorite pastime.
Almost instinctively I felt myself begin to wander closer and closer until I was just an arm's length away.
My chest grew hot as I watched Clank's left hand (his right hand was busy running through Ratchet's white chest fur) trail down Ratchet's side and rest on top the dark blue jeans that he currently wore.
A loud gasp sounded from Ratchet as Clank began gently tracing over a certain sensitive area (you can probably guess which one).
Okay that was it, that was crossing the line.
I had to stop this before Ratchet and Clank literally started having sex with each other.
This wasn't the time or place for that (especially with me watching).
So I took a deep breath and said one of the stupidest things I could ever say.
"Well, this is awkward"
Whoa…that was unexpecting.
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