Ratchet welcomed the small mini-bot into his quarters, which consisted mainly of medical pods, a small entertainment pod, his berth, a desk cluttered with work, and a sofa. Bee instantly went for the sofa and happily plopped himself down. Ratchet joined him and relaxed after the events of the evening.
"Sure was amazing how you took care of those two," Ratchet said.
"Yup," Bee replied with a smile.
"Who'd have thought, such a small bot can pack that kind of power," The medic teased.
"Hey! Good things come in small packages, you oaf!" Bumblebee retorted with a fake punch. "So, did you ever find out what that energon was and why it caused...well, you know?"
The CMO shrugged. "No. Perceptor wished he had some samples to run some tests and all, but Optimus doesn't want to risk anyone going back." Ratchet looked down at his younger body. "No one knows when this effect is going to wear off- if it ever will- but there seems to be no other side effects."
"Well, that's good," Bee replied with a smile. "At least it won't make you turn inside out or prevent you from healing bots."
"Yeah," Ratchet laughed, soon to be joined in by Bumblebee. This brought a smile to Ratchet's face. Seeing his friend again was just what he needed. Despite the incident, Bee was there for him and still cared for him. The smile on his face was nothing like feeling of hurt the yellow bot sported their last time seeing each other.
Guilt built up in the medic's stomach. It was pretty stupid of him rejecting Bee. Slag, he often wondered if this smaller bot would have considered being more intimate with him, but the age difference scared him. Clearly Bee didn't mind. Ratchet felt his prior decision was rather dumb, especially since Bee was so honest and genuine and after all, Ratchet did push the smaller bot out of the way to save him, and that had to count for something. The last thought that went through his mind as he felt the heat from the exploding energon was how much he loved the small yellow bot.
"But you know what?" Ratchet said and Bee gave his full attention as he shrugged his shoulders. "Everyone is treating me differently. Like I become a piece of eye candy, or some fancy new toy."
Bumblebee knew what he was talking about. He had overheard other bots talking lewdly about his pal in the rec room. They were saying things along the lines of how they wanted to jack him against the wall and frag the medic silly, or how he could 'fix' other things. One even claimed that Ratchet should put out, since they felt he didn't do as much fighting as the other bots. Bee didn't agree with them nor could he see how having a freak accident happen to change one's body would make bot's suddenly think differently about their medic. The yellow bot had to leave in order to not get in a huge fight with them.
"Bee," Ratchet called out. "All but you. From just the little time we spent together this orn, it's just like old times." Ratchet gave his friend a genuine smile as he placed his hand under the smaller yellow bot's chin. "Now, where were we..." The CMO leaned down to bring his face closer. "From before?" Ratchet licked his lips shyly. "That is, if you'll give me another shot after a stupid choice last time..." From the look on Bee's face, Ratchet knew the answer, and leaned in for the kiss.
Once again, Bee closed his optics and puckered up in anticipation, and this time he wasn't disappointed. He felt the warm breath of his partner first, then the soft touch of their lips meeting. The first kiss was short, however, the second time Ratchet gently sucked on the lower lip a little before encouraging Bee to part his lips to sweep his tongue across. Bee responded with a faint moan as he eagerly wrapped his arms around the red and white mech's neck, silently asking for more.
When Ratchet pulled back, breaking the intimate connection and Bee whined at the loss of contact. The medic gave a simple chuckle as he scooped the yellow bot and placed him on his lap, laying Bee's back on his chest. Bumblebee's cheeks blushed as the red and white mech ran his hands over his body. Fingers teased at seems while the exposed neck cables where licked and nipped at by the CMO's exploring mouth. Soon enough, Bee's body vibrated with needy desire.
"Open up for me," Ratchet huskily whispered. "Let me make you feel good."
With a gasp, Bee responded and his interface panel snapped open. Ratchet's hand trailed down the other's body and made their way between Bee's legs. Softly, Ratchet rubs his fingers over the spike casing and made his way to the already damp valve. A solo digit teased around the outer folds a few times before it traced the outer rim, gathering the fluid that escaped.
"Nice and wet," Ratchet muttered as his cooling fans clicked on. He slipped the tip of his finger inside and enjoyed the warmth of the lubricant that flowed as well as the pleasured sigh his partner gave out. He felt Bee's hips wiggle to encourage the intrusion. With a slow pace, Ratchet eased his finger in the tight space, circling it ever so slightly as he went.
With his free hand, Ratchet laid the smaller bot's leg over his own and propped his own leg on the edge of the couch causing the other's panel to be completely spread and exposed. Not that Bee minded, he did was allowed it and rested his head back on Ratchet's shoulder.
A second finger was added and between the two of them, all the sensitive nodes where caressed causing Bee to cry out. The yellow bot ground his hips in a circular motion. With a firm grasp of his other hand, Ratchet steadied his partner.
"Let me do the moving," The medic whispered, and Bee groaned in defeat, squirming in the other's grasp.
Ratchet continued playing, added a third finger and the stretch became tight. He would alternate from rubbing in circles to pushing in deep only to then withdraw and spreading the digits wide. He would enjoy teasing the back node when he pulled his fingers out and would collect the expelled lubricant t his fingers only to thrust inside again. Hearing Bee moan was music to Ratchet's audials.
Unfortunately for Bee, the fingers withdrew and he let out a whine, but Ratchet only gave a small chuckle and pushed the smaller bot gently off his lap. Ratchet told the other to sit at the end of the couch and to spread his legs. Bee complied, but Ratchet gently pushed him to lay back as he got to his knees. The CMO kissed his way up the yellow thighs and eventually licked at the outside fold of the valve, earning himself the purr of fans clicking on.
Ratchet smiled to himself and began to lick at the still weeping valve. He traced his tongue around the rim, then to run a lick up over the opening, only to return to suck at the lower backside node. Bee was moaning wildly now, his own spike springing free, fully pressurized and rocked his hips in pleasure. Soon enough, Ratchet was done teasing and eagerly pressed his lips on the sensitive opening and slipped his tongue inside.
"Ahh, R-Ratch-" Bee moaned as he ground his hips into the medic's face. "Feels... Ssssooo good!"
Ratchet enjoyed his lover's encouraging words, and continued on with his assault with his tongue. He pretty much licked the Cybertron alphabet and Bee just squirmed enjoying the pleasure. More lubricant leaked out and soon and Bee couldn't take it anymore.
"Ahh- Ratch," Bumblebee panted. "Please...Ahh man...Feels so good..." He let out a content sigh and pleadingly looked at the medic. "Please Ratchet... I want you so badly!" Ratchet gave a smile and wiped at his face. "What a hot mess you are," Bee said right before busting out in laughter at how the red and white mech's face was messy with his lubricant. Ratchet just gave him the look and stood up to get back on the couch.
"Want some help with that?" Bee asked and reached out for his lover's gray spike, only to have his hands playfully slapped away.
"Not tonight," Ratchet said and sat down on the couch with Bee giving him a questioning look. "Tonight's all about you Bee."
"Why?" Bee asked.
"Because you loved me all along," Ratchet said. "Long before this." Ratchet mentioned to his younger body. "You love me for who I am on the inside, not just based on my physical appearance." The CMO patted his lap and beckoned the small yellow bot to climb on.
Bee swung his leg around and straddled his crush. Placing his hands on Ratchet's broad chest, Bee leaned in and gave another kiss to the red and white mech, all the while raising his hips as an invitation.
"Take me," Bee pleaded one last time. "I've been wanting this for so long."
Ratchet answered by kissing the demanding yellow bot sweetly on the lips, and with his hand, guided his spike to the other's waiting valve. He pressed the tip to the outer rim, moved it around to gather some of the leaking lubricant, and slowly pushed in. The extreme tightness of the smaller mech's valve was unbelievable. Ratchet bit his lip as his cooling fans kicked up a notch and he pressed his spike in deeper.
On the other hand, Bee-while enjoying the feeling- had to bit his lip as his valve adjusted to the larger mech's larger spike. The stretch was to be expected, and while he was prepped, it would just take some adjusting. He closed his optics and licked his lips and tried to sit down more in the medic's lap.
"Hold on," Ratchet said. "Relax some, Bee. There's no rush... Do you want to be worked more with my fingers-"
"No!" Bee shouted but blushed at the same time.
"Here," Ratchet spoke softly, and placed one hand on the yellow thigh and the other on the black spike. "Focus on me touching you, and you set the pace, OK? You work yourself onto my spike."
Bee nodded, grateful for the other's patience and understanding. He let out a puff of hot air, reset his optics, and focused all his attention to the light touches the medic's hands placed on his spike. Slowly, he inched himself down, enjoying the half-lidded optics of Ratchet's face.
"Primus Bee," Ratchet whispered. "So tight." He ran his fingers up Bee's spike and gently grasped its girth and sunk back down.
Closing his optics and enjoying the sensation, Bee slid himself further on the spike, little by little until he felt their interface panels touch. He gave his lover a warm smile and began to gently rock himself on the spike, enjoying the sensation of his nodes being brushed by the movement and his valve stretched almost to its limit. The little yellow bot let out a happy sigh and began to raise himself slightly only to lower back down.
Ratchet let go of his lover's spike and slid his hands to cup Bee's aft. Keeping a slow pace when the small bot would go to lift himself up, Ratchet would help, lifting the aft a little higher each time, then letting it go to drift back down. Bee mewed lustily at the sensations and enjoyed being able to finally make love to his crush.
"Feel good?" Ratchet asked, giving the aft a gentle squeeze.
"Ah-Amazing," Bee responded, placing a little kiss to the medic's lips. "You feel so good inside me..."
Soon, Ratchet was gently thrusting his hips up to meet Bee's as he guided the younger bot's hips to move in a circular motion. The two sang out their pleasure to each other, Bee nearly screaming with how good he felt with Ratchet's thick spike deep inside him. The yellow bot's hands wondered over the medic's younger body. Servos caressed the broad chest, then wandered down to stroke at a firm belly, and finally made their way to the side's of the waist to wedge between paneling to tweak at sensitive wires.
Ratchet let out a moan, and let his hands roam over the sleek yellow bot's body as well, however, in his excitement it was rather clumsy. His hands kept returning to the firm aft to help guide the younger bot's movements. Soon, the CMO was panting heavily as he watched Bee slowly impale himself on his gray spike, lubricant leaking steadily out of the valve.
"Ahh- Ratch!" Bee shouted as he scrunched his face and closed his optics tightly. "I...AHhh... Can't hold... Ah-any longer!" Bee wavered in his attempt to ride his lover, and Ratchet scooped the bot in his arms and hugged him to his chest.
The medic nipped playfully at the squirming bot's neck as he placed his pedes firmly on the floor and began to thrust himself gently but faster into the spasming valve. Bee was so close to overloading and all Ratchet wanted to do was bring is long time friend to his release. Ratchet felt the valve clench down hard on his spike, and heard Bee cry out as he lost control and overloaded. Hot trans-fluid erupted from the black spike, coating the medic's stomach and chest.
With a few more pumps, Ratchet overloaded himself. He pumped a few more times as he felt his warm fluid explode into the now quivering valve, filling it up to the point the thick liquid spilled out, running down his own thighs. He swore he saw stars running past his eyes. With a happy sigh, he watched his lover relax in a state of bliss on his heaving chest.
He two stared in each other's eyes for a while, not saying anything but rather just enjoying each others presence in silence. The CMO's red servos gently brushed their tips across Bee's cheeks, tracing the sharp features until reaching the chin, in which he used to tip Bee's head up to him.
"Enjoy yourself?" Ratchet asked. He gazed into Bee's satisfied but lazy optics and smiled.
"Yeah," Be replied. "It was amazing. Ratch, you where sooooo good! So much better then I could ever imagine!"
Ratchet let out a chuckle at the compliments. "Looks like I wore you out Bee. Which doesn't surprise me, you know, for such a small bot..." He gave a wink as he scooped up his small yellow lover and walked towards his berth. "Need to take a nap?" Ratchet asked as he placed Bumblebee gently on the berth.
"Ten klicks," Bee said. "Just give me ten klicks, and a glass of energon Ratch, and we'll see who needs that nap, geezer."
"OK, Bee," Ratchet said as he placed his hands on his hips in fake anger. "We'll see, shall we?" The medic went to his small personal energon dispenser and poured two glasses hen returned to the berth and handed Bee is glass. The two downed their energon in no time.
Bee snuggled up to Ratchet, placing his hands on the other's thigh, he began to kneed and rub. He made his way up to the medic's interface panel, and rubbed his fingers over the spike casing until the gray spike immerged once again. Ratchet took the empty glasses, set them on the floor and climbed into the berth next to Bumblebee. Placing his arm around the smaller bot, Ratchet whispered sweetly in the other's audials.
"Are you sure you can handle another round?" Ratchet asked. " I can't promise to be gentle a second time."
Bee smiled and revved his engines in anticipation. "Sounds like a great time, Ratch. Last time I checked, I am not made of glass." The spike Bee was stroking was now completely hard and ready to go. Bee shimmied over on the berth, parted his legs and slid his hand down to play with himself as Ratchet lustily growled and climbed over the small yellow bot, leaning himself between Bee's two legs.
Ratchet didn't enter him right away, but instead just took some time to look at his younger lover. The way Bee's eyes where half lidded and there was a faint hint of blush on his cheeks. A mouth smiled back at him lovingly. The way Bee arched his body to lean into the CMO's touch was simply adorable. Ratchet gave a smile himself as he gently rubbed his hands over his lover's valve.
Bee wiggled and moaned. As Ratchet played with him, lubricant dripped out and coated the probing fingers and ran down his aft. Playing with the yellow mini-bot's valve earned the medic a needy glare. Ratchet debated for a little about how much teasing Bee should get, but didn't have the spark once Bee begged for it. The CMO lifted the yellow bot's legs and wrapped them around his waist. With one last tease, Ratchet lined up his spike, brushing it against the wet port, and slid himself in all the way in a slow but steady pace.
Immediately, Bee screamed out in bliss as Ratchet began sliding in and out. Bee managed to roll his hips in a circle when the medic thrusted forward. One of Bee's horns was captured in Ratchet's mouth, and with a strong suck, Bee was seeing stars.
"Ahhh Ratch!" Bumblebee sobbed. "You... AH! You are too g-good to me!"
Purring, Ratchet began to slam his spike deeply inside his lover only to withdraw at a painfully slow pace and Bee began to rub his hands down the medic's smooth body. Ratchet stopped thrusting, gave Bee the look, and grabbed the smaller bot's wrists in his hands and pinned them over the yellow bot's head.
"Tease," Bee whined. His optics where half closed and he bucked his hips, attempting to fuck himself.
Ratchet smirked, but began moving again. He slid his spike in, taking his time to make sure the port's nodes where slowly rubbed until he reached the hilt. His hips swiveled and withdrew to repeat the process, each time a little faster. Soon, heavy panting accompanied the steady pumps and the lovers stared in each other's eye's, daring the other to loose it first.
"Ratch!" Bee shouted as his valve began to spasm, once again clenching down hard on the spike. Bee bit his lower lip and whined, trying his hardest to hold out. "Ah Primus!" Ratchet was very close as well, the tightening of the port begged him to spill. He lent down to capture Bee's mouth with his, but after the wet kiss, Bee turned away.
"I-I love ya.." Bee whined. "Ah-Always..have."
With a final thrust, Ratchet lost it and overloaded. The confession from the yellow mini-bot was enough for him to loose control. However, his lover wasn't far behind him as he screamed out and shot his trans-fluids right on the CMO's belly and his valve gave one last clench and released its grip. Both just laid there, chests heaving to catch their breath.
Once recovered, Ratchet rolled on his back only to have Bee lay on his chest. Red and white arms wrapped themselves around the mini-bot, and kisses where placed on his helm. They held each other for several klicks, gently petting and fondling the other.
"How long have you loved me?" Ratchet asked.
"Since that day on Cybertron," Bee responded. "The day you got the promotion to Chief. You know when you took me to that party? That's when I realized I had feelings more then a friendship for you. As the vorns passed, the feelings got stronger."
"Wow, that's a long time," Ratchet said, and pulled the small bot in for a kiss.
"And now, I finally got you," Bee said grinning widely, and Ratchet just shook his head. "I'll start moving my stuff in tomorrow."
"Yeah, I think I got a little closet I can keep you in," Ratchet said and laughed, earning himself a playful slap. "Good thing you won't take up too much space." This time, a pillow slapped into the medic's face, and both laughed. The cover's where pulled up and the two snuggled in each other's arms, Bee finally allowed to run his hands over Ratchet's younger body.
"Thanks for giving me another chance," Ratchet said, pulling the small yellow bot close. "And I love you too."
"Hey," Bee whispered and rubbed his hand's over his partner's chest. "Up for round three?"
Ratchet just stared at Bumblebee, giving him that look for a really long time. "Kid, I'm too slaggin' old! Now, let me recharge, will you?"
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A/n. Gift fic for Namekiansgottalovethem. Who'd have guessed it would turn out so long?LOL! Hope you enjoy!
Also, because of the shock of my choice of Smokescreen being one of the bots to molest Ratchet- there was a method to my madness. I was reading bios, and smokescreen's bio I felt fit in- "he was in reality the closest thing the Autobots had to someone who thought like a Decepticon. He would cheat to win without hesitation, and often covers his true goals from even his fellow Autobots." See? Another option was Mirage...
Anyways, hope you enjoy! Feel free to leave feedback! It keeps me going!