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Ratchet was actually taking a step backwards, his optics flickering over the beautiful Mech before him, but his Spark was shivering within his chassis, it was actually aching within him. His dark blue optics flickered slightly, his shoulders dipping after a moment, a hiss of air escaped him. "Aid."

"I don't care. I slagging don't! You treated me like scrap, nothing is good enough for you."

That statement struck home sharply, optics dimming immediately at the accusation. He had yelled at First Aid for something that hadn't deserved such a reaction from him. His frustrations had been growing for Orns, his frame having begged him to seek someone out… anyone to relieve himself, but he hadn't been able to do that knowing that his assistant would know the moment he did. He would catch that flash of emotion in those optics and Ratchet's Spark would be aching for the rest of the Orn… he couldn't… His Spark liked aching… liked burning wildly whenever First Aid was close or when the other was away from him… Primus he couldn't stand it when the other would be gone for more than a day.

First Aid was the only Mech who could stand him and his temper, until he had turned it on him.

"I'm sorry."

"You better… what?" Pale blue optics blinked sharply, the white and red Medic staring at Ratchet as if he had grown a second head out of his aft plating.

"I'm sorry First Aid. Primus… I am…" Ratchet's shoulders were drooping as he was gazing at the beautiful Mech before him, before even his optics dipped to the floor, shuddering slightly as his entire facade collapsed around him swiftly. "I've taken my frustration out on you, I've been abusing our friendship… I…"

"I've never… heard you apologise before." The little Mech was startled by it. Ratchet didn't apologise… to anyone… EVER. But here he was, doing so to him.

"Don't get use to it…" His helm dipped lower, dark blue optics dimming sharply as emotions were choking his vocal components, here he had been raging around base when it was his fault to begin with.

"Why are you so frustrated, Ratchet?"

The question was soft as a pair of stabiliser servos came into Ratchet's view, the lime green Mech was attempting not to look up. He knew if he did he wouldn't be able to resist the pull tugging at his Spark, he had always admired the little Mech, sleek and beautiful and with almost delicate servos, so different next to his own large ones. His entire frame ached to know he had been abusing the one mech who mattered most to him, slowly driving him away to the point that he would actually leave Medbay.

"I err…"

"You haven't been interfacing."

Right to the point… A slight nod was all he could manage in response to the question.

"Why? You've always been quite able to find a partner…"

Why did that voice sound hurt? Why did the tone sound sad? Was he overlooking something again? Primus he sometimes wondered if he had switched processors with a brick.

"You… I couldn't stand to see you… look so disappointed in me."

The little Medic had not expected these kinds of answers, something was up with Ratchet and he was quite determined to find out now that he had the other Mech's full attention. "What would my opinion…"

"It means everything to me, Aid." Ratchet interrupted, his dark blue optics lifted as his hands reached out to touch the slender shoulders, fingertips stroking down over the damp metal, feeling the heat of that body under his touch. "Primus… I…" He had wanted First Aid. He had wanted to claim the little Medic, but thought he would be rejected so he had pushed him away, pushing until he had pushed too hard and had hurt First Aid badly. "I didn't want anyone else, not when the only Mech I wanted…"

Aid seemed to deflate again, the slender shoulders drooping. Ratchet wanted someone else…

"Wouldn't want me."

"Who could not want you, Ratch?" Wide optics were lifting to gaze at the green medic, blinking in confusion for a long moment, before he tried to push down all the feelings in his Spark.

"You."

And Aid was laughing, tears forming in his optics as he heard the answer. It was ridiculous! All of it was completely gone to the Sharkticons. Ratchet looked hurt at his laughter… "You stupid slagger." First Aid couldn't help the swearing, even if it was just a little bit, Ratchet rubbed off on him a little too much at times. "You stupid… you must have one giant screw loose."

Ratchet was completely defeated. Or so he thought.

"I love you, you lugnut."

Now it was Ratchet's turn to be completely blown out of the air. "You… you…" And suddenly his arms were filled with the warm slender frame of the little Medic, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him downwards, a mouth closing over his, warm and pleading.

"I love you, Ratchet… I have for a long time…"

"Why… didn't you tell me?" Optics were dimming slightly, but his Spark was soaring. He was suddenly the happiest slagging bot in the universe.

"You're not exactly someone you can go up to and say something like that to…" Aid was suddenly in strong arms, his slender frame drawn tightly against the warmth of that bigger chassis, warmth flaring across every sensor he had. Unarmoured as he was, the contact was quite an intimate one, his entire expression showing just how much that touch alone meant to him. His facial plates were nuzzling in against the warmth of Ratchet's chassis, feeling the heat of it against his own. He was surprised by just how warm Ratchet was, his own internal temperature was significantly lower than the larger Mech's and so… it was even more attractive then before… drawing him in like a moth to a flame.

"Do you… feel anything for me?" His voice was a little muffled against the warm plating, liking how that hand was slowly brushing against his aft, rubbing back and forth slowly, loving the way First Aid was squirming at the touch.

"I do." Except the problem was Ratchet didn't quite know how to say it. Dark blue optics gazed down into the pale ones that peeked up at him from against his large chassis.

"Prove it then. Prove you need me. Want me." First Aid was stepping back slightly out of the warm embrace, his bare damp frame just within the other's reach and almost posing like that, optics brightening slightly in challenge.

"I'm certain I can give you quite a good deal of proof… however would you rather take this to my quarters."

First Aid laughed sweetly, his optics flickering in amusement, before he was twirling around, sexily waggling those slender hips at Ratchet, glancing back over his shoulder. "You want me to get rearmoured again?"

"Slag no."

"Then just make do. I'm sure you can…" And he whimpered suddenly as a warm finger was rubbing against his valve, stroking back and forth across it making the younger Mech arch sharply, facial plates showing the hot jolt of pleasure it caused. "…Ratch…"

The warm finger was sliding upwards into First Aid before the little Mech could squirm away, a strong arm tugging the mech backwards, and against his frame. Slowly he worked his finger into the slightly damp passage, stroking around within the tight entrance, teasing it softly, his thumb lightly stroking against the warm spike housing. Little hips were squirming to escape, the jolts of hot pleasure skittering through him.

"You like that don't you, Aid?" Ratchet was purring low against the Mech's audio, nipping lightly at an antenna, glossa sliding over it seductively gaining himself a hot little shiver from the pretty little Mech. An arm wrapped about the slender knees and actually lifted the other onto the edge of the medical berth, slender hips canted forwards to reveal that moist little valve. Before large fingers were teasing about that spike, caressing it slowly and watching it stir as the little Medic was panting softly as he was staring up at Ratchet, uncertain what would happen.

And suddenly he was crying out sharply when a hot mouth closed around his spike, a glossa teasing about the tip slowly, denta grazing the sensitive underside and rubbing along down it slowly. A hand clamped down about one slender ankle keeping the other's legs spread wide, exposing him to the other's attentions, before damp fingers were stroking against that valve, rubbing in tiny circles against the moistness. Before two fingers were gently thrusting upwards into the warm body, thumb stroking across the base of that spike, the tips of his fingers curved upwards inside and found exactly where he was looking for.

"Ratch! PRIMUS… Ratch…" The Mech was already panting hotly, back arching as he pressed his spike into that hot mouth that was slowly sliding down about him, before drawing back upwards, creating a burning hot suction that had those hips wiggle madly and arch. "You… what…"

"You taste so good, Aid…" Nipping at the very tip of that spike, he was watching those hips arch and rock upward for more, begging for the hot mouth to return.

"Please…" Helplessly moaning, he was stretching out his arms, hands caressing over the warm green helm, thumbs rubbing against antenna softly, before finding their way under plating. There was a steady clatter of metal against the floor as Aid was attempting to disarmour Ratchet, before his hands were being caught lightly in one big one, something soft coiling about his wrists. Bright pale blue optics blinked wide as his hands were bound together with a length of soft fabric that resisted his tugs against it. "Nooooo… want to touch you!"

"Aid." Ratchet rumbled, pressing a kiss against the warm quivering spike that sat poised over the slender hips. "Let me do this for you."

And the little Mech collapsed backwards as a third finger was slipping into his valve, thrusting deep and steadily into it, gathering up the growing moisture and smearing it against the warm entrance making the other slicker. Hips bucked and arched, his free hand was gripping that spike, fingers coiling and squeezing about it, stroking upwards steadily, leaving the little Mech panting wildly under the contact.

"Would you like me to make you mine Aid?" He was whispering hotly as he watched his lover squirm like that. "Would you like me to interface with you and leave you screaming with pleasure?"

SAY YES SAY YES!!!!!!