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Chapter 6 Part 2
Sunstreaker could see Ironhide was struggling with the door to the med bay as he approached. "Make a hole!" Sunstreaker snarled at the slightly larger mech just as a siren rang through the hallway and red lights illuminated the hall. Ironhide jumped back at the sudden approach from the golden twin his faceplate not hiding his disgruntled look. Sunstreaker all but rammed the older mech away from the door before using his stabilizing servo as he tried to kick the door down, when the door surprisingly didn't budge; he changed tactics and pulled out a small gun from subspace.
Ratchet came out of his room immediately when the alarm sounded. His face took on a look of horror when he saw the golden and red mech struggling with his med bay door. Sunstreaker shot at the keypad smirking when sparks flew from the keypad, when he got his servos on that two timing fragger he was gonna erase his existence off this planet! Sunstreaker assured himself.
Sunstreaker ignored the approach of his red twin and the still enraged SD, Red Alert. By the time the door hissed open and Sunstreaker entered, the hall was filled with mechs. Inferno, Red Alert, Ironhide, Ratchet and Sideswipe all were present and all very fragged off at what their optics locked onto. Undoubtedly others were just starting to rush their way armed and ready to cause damage.
There on the berth in the farthest of the room was Bumblebee sprawled across the lap of a slightly larger mech. His offline yellow metal looking pale and dull as he was laid across Doubledealer's lap, the mech having a patient look on his faceplate. He was completely at ease as if he was a common welcomed guest on the base. The two timing mech had his servos wrapped carefully around Bumblebee's chassis and spark his chin resting atop Bumblebee's helm.
As the mechs filed in, angry snarls where heard as Ironhide barely kept the golden frontliner from offlining the mech before them, there was no way Sunstreaker would offline the mech first that right he would reserve for himself and Ratchet. His cannon charging to life and pointed at the mech before them, but everyone knew they couldn't chance a shot with Bee in the line of fire.
Ratchet stepped forward assuming command even too Red Alert and Inferno's dislike. The red and whites' barely restrained rage evident as his cheeks flushed with energon; the pressure in his systems built to unsafe levels, a HUD message warning him to override protocol and requesting immediately shut down of his systems to reset his pressure built lines, he easily ignored his bodies request. 'Frag it all I'm getting to old for all this slagging stress!' The medic griped to himself his optics set on just trying to get to his patients' side and helping them. "Doubledealer, explain yourself! What in Primus' name do you thing you were doing in here with an injured Autobot, with doors locked?!" he snapped.
The military vehicle looked nonplussed at the medic a content smirk still on his faceplate, from the looks of it he had made himself comfortable for a decent stay as a couple of pillows where behind his back plate and propped him up. "Easy Ratchet, I have something you want, but only for the right price of course."
Ironhide glared at the mech his servo digging into the yellow twin's armor till it groaned and bent under his fingers causing a glare to come from the golden twin who didn't bother to snap at the red mech but settled for aiming his small servo held at he mech's helm. "We no longer trust you word here, traitor!" Ironhide quipped. He couldn't forgive this mech, because of this mech he had lost Tail Wind, and Ratchet in one shot, literally.
The mech gained a glint to his optics but didn't seem to loose his track of processing. "Here's how this works, I talk to Mr. Trigger happy, and the medic alone, while the twin nut's and the two cyber hounds wait out side-"
Sideswipe spoke just as Red Alert opened his mouth to talk. "As if, two timer! I wouldn't trust you to keep clean on a deal more than I can throw that nut for brain Grimmlock!" the red twin snapped. His own rifle out of subspace and aimed in the direction of the 'Con.'
Inferno looked at the situation at servo before realizing that apparently he was missing some data, he had been informed he was detaining the twins, yet now the swindling mech before them seemed to have brought the wrath of the whole Ark down on him. Inferno's servo twitched wanting bad to grasp at his blaster or pit he'd settle for using his water cannon to spray the fragger but for once this situation was in need of some finesse which he begrudgingly knew he didn't possess. "Doubledealer, what do you posses that is of interest to us?" He settled for asking instead hoping he didn't get Ratchet's wrath brought to him for possibly making a situation worse.
The mech smirked at the fire truck. "You're a smart one." Doubledealer said a small grin in place at the dry comment. Slowly as to not disturb the sleeping mech in his grasp, Doubledealer reached behind him and removed a blaster from off his back. All online Autobots immediately grasped their weapons tighter and the sound of metal clenching metal filled the room ready for a firefight to break out. Doubledealer didn't flinch as he took the weapon and aimed it at the slightly smaller mech. "Chill, I merely bring the blaster that Shockwave used on your three Autobot buddies here."
Sideswipe looked at the mech as if he was broken. "Your counts off Bucky! Only two of our bots were-"
Sideswipe went silent when the mech's smirk widened the gun nudging the dull yellow helm gently. "Oh? Are you so sure? I do believe third times the charm, Right you two?" Nobot else had seen how Ratchet and Ironhide had stiffened at the original mention of the number '3'. As Doubledealer looked at them the other Autobots as well began to look their way just barely sparing glances.
Ratchet spoke before anyone else was given the chance. "Everyone but Ironhide leave now…" his voice was calm and soft. It was a tone no one had ever heard the other mech make before not in such a situation before at least.
Sunstreaker looked at the medic his gun still aimed perfectly at the head of the military vehicle. "Ratchet you can't be serious! I saw what he did to 'Bee this guy needs to be put down like a-"
"I SAID LEAVE!" Ratchet snarled his optics flashing almost a teal color as he looked at the others. Red Alert was the first to back out of the med bay refusing to expose his back plate to the armed 'Con' in the room. He didn't realize that he was backing right into Cliffjumper till he tripped with a loud clang and a yelp from the SD and curse from the other mech as they fell to the floor.
Inferno was right with Red Alert as he added for 'cover' for his friend knowing the other would fritz is he just left him exposed to the unmoving mech. Inferno glanced down with a frown seeing Red Alert sprawled painfully on the ground on top of a red minibot.
Sideswipe slowly, tentatively grabbed his brothers arm as he gently tugged at the golden twin. Sunstreaker stiffly walked out but without a doubt he wouldn't stray far from the door. Even when the broken door closed behind the golden frontliner his optics bore into the other their usual almost lavender dark with hate. He would without a doubt get revenge for the yellow offline mech. He was going to break every digit on the blue and greens servo.
The door was closed and Ratchet went to Bumblebee's side, trying to relax his systems so he could help his ex-mate. Scans activating once in range to get a read on the yellow bot made the medic grumble as he tried to download the data. Ratchet was worried and upset but he wouldn't allow that to show he would never bare his spark to another so fully again.
The scan showed a lot to cause concern, the yellow's spark was weak and in desperate need of a jump. He needed to get the mech out so he could help Bumblebee before his spark purged the sparkling. After a klik Ratchet gently turned Bumblebee's audio feed down so that the mech would be deaf to their conversation.
That didn't mean that the two small sparklings were deaf, and they watched with such anger towards Doubledealer it was almost comical. Prowl, and Jazz had come online in time to see the others enter the room as an angry mob, displeasing the tactician greatly, he was gonna have to remind the others how they were supposed to handle hostage situations again when this was over. Surprisingly both had remained quite so as not to attract unnecessary attention to themselves and become a new hostage for the other to use against their friends. Now that they knew the weapon that was used on them to turn them was near their grasps they were glad they had remained silent, almost forgotten.
"What do you want in exchange for the rifle?" the medic though asked a question was able to make it sound much more akin to a demand.
"Well as you know, Tail Wind and I went way back when Prime was still-"
The mech was cut off by Ironhide, who had come to stand by Ratchet almost looming over the mech on the berth who still cradled Bumblebee in his lap. "Tail Wind is dead, And ah don't call sexual harassment of Tail Wind as going far back that's still pretty fresh! It wasn't something he enjoyed and always told ya to stop yer advances! You raped him that night you pit-spawn!"
Doubledealer raised and optic ridge at the larger older red bot. "It wasn't rape he came begging to me that nigh-"
"You drugged him!" The medic screeched in rage.
The mech shuttered his optics in a bland blinking motion. "Details, besides even after that it was you bots that scheduled that meeting anyway." As the mech spoke both older bots watched as he began to caress soft seams into the yellow minibot's side cause an unbidden shiver to wrack his exhausted form with a weak moan.
"Watch your servos traitor or you'll be finding them attached to you helm as antennas'!" Ratchet snarled. It was two against one, they could easily take the mech on but the million credit question was without damage to the yellow mech, without a doubt no they couldn't
Though smaller than Ironhide, Doubledealer was larger than Ratchet, but the medic had a reputation for aggression so without a doubt the mech took him seriously. "Geez if this war was fought on threats, gears, and ball bearings alone you'd be a one man army…medic." The last word was enunciated heavily as if Doubledealer was reminding the white and red that he was there to save not terrorize; as he spoke his servos stilled in their wandering path. "No, I want a bargain. Remember that proposition all that time ago?"
It was simultaneous both Ironhide and Ratchet remembered what the other spoke of. The memory was so strong that it was a shared thought over their bond and for a nano klik they forgot their processors in their memory. "So all I ask for is a lunar cycle alone with Tail Wind when he gains his original form, I'll return him to you unharmed and make sure his CPU doesn't even have the data memory saved, won't remember a thing. In return for this, I will give you the weapon that 'changed' your mate."
Both mechs snarled at the mech. "Absolutely not!"
Ratchet hissed out at the mech and a bubble of emotion rose in his throat when his meta put in a memory of a crying sobbing Tail Wind in his arms. The yellow mech had come to him a month after having disappeared from the energon bar that all three had gone to, to celebrate their bonding with Tail Wind. He had returned desperate, sobbing, scratched and dented. He fell into his arms begging for their forgiveness, he was so sure he would be rejected by his new mates. He was so full of shame he couldn't face them and had run off after Doubledealer had taken advantage of him through a drugged energon drink.
No neither mech blamed young Tail Wind that day but what was more surprising is how much trouble they had trying to find out a reason as why a fellow Autobot and long time friend would do such a horrid thing especially to young, innocent and kind sparked Tail Wind. "We didn't relent to you then nor will we now! You will not lay one servo on him again!" Ratchet hissed at the mech.
The mech's serene smile faded away to a very business like look. "Think about this, one lunar cycle that he won't even remember and in the end you can have the weapon to reverse engineer and bring back his new mates… it will save his life. Pit it wouldn't be too much to believe you may even be able t return a fully functional Tail Wind back into original form."
Ratchet's CPU froze for the first time in a very long while, he could save all of them… it was as easy as waving a servo in agreement…but his Bumblebee, his Tail Wing, would be left to fend for himself with such a larger mech. Ratchet couldn't fathom it, but what if he proffered himself as a replacement for the yellow bot? Ratchet opened his mouth slowly about to voice such thought but Ironhide spoke first a strong angry and disapproving thrum on their bond telling Ratchet that he had deeply upset his mate with such thoughts.
"He has made his decision, he has forfeited his life for those he love! Take the fragging gun and get out if you will not relinquish it to us." The larger red mech had his arms crossed as he and Ratchet still maintained a steady distance for safety away from the bots on the berth. Neither medic nor two-timer bothered that the larger red mechs voice seemed to get a bit heavier in its southern draw.
"Fine" The mech replied with a relaxed tone. Doubledealer gently -as if Bumblebee were his lost lover- set the yellow mech on the berth before walking over to the door purposefully going around the two other bots in the room so that neither could clobber him, the rifle raised and aimed perfectly to strike them down.
Ironhide debated whether or not if the damage he would undoubtedly cause the medbay would be worth trying to get the mech. Then again if a stray shot hit anything important or Primus forbid anyone else or Bumblebee Ironhide could live with himself. Somehow he managed to stay put his weapon no longer pointed at the other but charged all the same.
"Alright, just know that you've killed your mate. Oh well, I had my fun bringing him to over load any way." The mech said smugly as he reached the door.
Ratchet quickly went to the minibot's side and scooped Bumblebee into his arms and glared at the mech Ironhide snapped. "Why you little-!" Ironhide was cut off as the mech hit the pad to open the med bay doors and there stood a very tall very pissed off toughliner.
The first had connected to his helm and part of his cheek arch before anyone could blink. "Touch what is mine again and I'll kill you!" The golden mech just barely contained the words in a harsh whisper, though Sideswipe and everyone else had heard him clearly enough, forget what he said about denying it; if it kept the beetle safe he'd draw pictures for them!
Before anyone could stop the other mech -who was now oozing energon from his mouth- the bot transformed and sped off so quickly he left long black tire marks on the floor. The gun fire that filled the air and echoed in the hall way was forgotten as the door to the medbay closed and silence filled the room for a moment.
To Prowl And Jazz Across Medbay:
~Prowl? Surely we did not hear tha' correct? Tail Winds alive? but no, that cant be I filed his death report myself! We where given video proof of- ~ Jazz whispered through their bond. His mind was on the fritz. ~Tail Wind was offlined in that fight back on Cybertron when Prime met at the youth center with that no good two-timer. They showed us the vid. file! He… he was blown up by that shot a-and then the youth center was bombed, that's when Prime, Ratchet and 'Hide returned with… a very… very young Bumblebee, Smokescreen, and Bluestreak. Man if that's true then… Ol' Ratch-man and 'Hide are long time mates with…~ Jazz cut off his ramblings as his optics settled of his pale yellow lover across the room. ~Technically that means Bumblebee is actually older then us Prowler…not by much but-~ Jazz mused to the other black and white.
Prowl looked at the visored sparkling and what would normally be his disapproving frown came off as a sparklings pouty face. ~Jazz resort your priorities here. Tail Wind? The Tail Wind? The one that was thought to be as majestic and powerful as that golden twin, the best spy…thought to have been better than you? I admit we had not been in the Autobot army long enough to have actually MET Tail Wind personally but they-Prowl glanced to the fretting medic and hovering Ironhide- are his supposed original mates… we have not been exactly covert with our affection with Bumblebee. Jazz we have done those two a great injustice…~ Prowl said a kind of melancholy in the bond that Jazz had not heard before.
~Now, get Lassie outta ya' garden and away from those melons Prowler, we can still fix this!~ Jazz quipped to his mate. Prowl looked at him utterly confused and Jazz smiled. ~It's something ah heard Bumblebee say one time when Bluestreak was feeling a melancholy once.~ Prowl shuttered his optics about to respond when before he could he gasped in pain Jazz as well feeling the painful yank on his spark. The pain was so intense for their small form that neither could contain the wails they released.
Ironhide quickly rushed over to the two wailing sparklings and scooped them in to his servos his face stricken with worry, he had obviously forgotten about the two small bots. Both Jazz and Prowl tried to spare fleeting glances at Bumblebee was couldn't see through the larger mech. "Ratchet what's wrong with them?" He asked turning around to go to Ratchet's side. Ironhide froze when he saw the medic baring Bumblebee's spark chamber and hooking up a jumper to the small mech.
Ratchet didn't spare more than a glance. "The bond is causing them pain from Bumblebee's side. As his spark weakens so does the bond, when it reaches such a low level Bumblebee's spark will start to cut off anything that strains his spark, their bond, and sparkling included. In just a moment I'll-" Ratchet was cut off as electricity surged through the cable connected to the small chassis and the mech's back strut looked like it would break in two. Bumblebee scream in agony as electricity surged through him. He began to thrash and wail but Ratchet jumped onto the small mechs waist straddling him.
Bumblebee tried to thrash and rip the cable from his chest but Ratchet refused him as pulse after pulse ran through the cable and into the mech. Before Ratchets very optics the pale orbs before him turned from white to blue. "Bumblebee stop your fragging thrashing! This is what you wanted now deal with it!" The medic griped through gritted denta at the yellow mech who had begun to glow with the energy. Small arks began jumping off of the charged minibot and began to ticked and lick at the medic every where he touched Bumblebee. Sadly that included his codpiece and the feeling of arousal was just barely held back by the medic by the fact that the situation was very serious.
The bond between the three mates surged and both Prowl and Jazz began to tremble as energy surged through them. If they were older Jazz would have been tempted to describe it as some weird form of kinky electro-sex torture of some kind! But the charge that built between Jazz and Prowl did nothing for their young 'locked' interface hardware, but it made them feel like running a fragging marathon! Their arms and legs tensed and stretched in their new found restlessness. Their optic violet and sparks bounding it quickly over sensitized their small sensors and sent them in to medical stasis lock.
Bumblebee finally fell to the berth his optics dark and his fans and vent whirring on high. Ironhide looked at the scene and wanted to moan. It was a look he recognized from Bumblebee's original frame, desperate arousal. It was a rare mood for the at that time Cybertronian muscle car, to get into the position where literally he stopped processing anything that didn't have to do with facing. It was a mood that Ironhide loved to try and bring out, and as such greatly missed. Slowly turning back around Ironhide sat the two crashed sparklings onto the spare berth before almost trotting to the door where he locked it. This was something he had a feeling he didn't want witnesses for.
Slowly Ratchet unhooked the power cord and dropped it to the floor where it lay innocently as if it hadn't just 'tortured' Bumblebee. Setting up slowly Ratchet released the minibot's wrists that had been previously gripped above the mechs head. Using his servos to steady himself over the panting minibot Ratchet began to sit up so he could hop off the berth but froze when Bumblebee immediately thrust his hips up in the small gap that Ratchet made between their codpieces.
Ratchet knew all to well his mistake, and for a moment he didn't care.
When Ratchet looked down to see those optics looking at him like they used to with so much lust, the medic didn't even bother taking not that the optics were set in a frame half its original size. Ratchet leaned down his own optics darkening as he crashed his lips to the smaller bots beneath him.
Bumblebee moaned and his hands quickly grasped for purchase on the medics hips. His codpiece was ablaze and he knew what would quench such a fire. Bumblebee began grinding almost painfully against the red and white mech as his glossa lapped and twisted against his ex-mate's.
Ironhide groaned his memory cache kicking in and supplying him with all the possibilities that they could do to the smaller mech…things he knew Bumblebee would love after all Tail Wind did. Slow on his approach Ironhide took a seat behind Bumblebee when Ratchet pulled the smaller bot into a sitting position. Ratchet's red servos grasped at the yellow helm and rubbed at the small horns earning a keen from the very over charged mech. With Bumblebee sitting up as well as Ratchet it enabled the medic to grind his own hips against Bumblebee's in a strange for of power play Ironhide recognized as a slight kink of the medics.
Ironhide wanted so bad to do so many thing to his mate(s) but with a strength he didn't think he possessed he wrapped his arms around the yellow now closed chassis and pulled the bot right out from under the panting medic. Two sets of lavender optics looked at him, both very upset that he had separated them from their fun. "Ratchet, enough… Yer' gonna come to regret this if ya continue." Ironhide said softly to his mate barely able to hold the writhing, panting, groaning, hot piece of Cybertronian to his red chassis.
Ratchet moan but pulled back offlining his optics in an attempt to shield his shame, he knew his mistake and yet something in him was elated cause for a moment Tail Wing was his and not Prowl, and Jazz's. He'd hate himself for pushing the matter later but right now he just wanted his three mates back in whole. "Ironhide, surely we cannot leave him like this? As a medic sexual tension in a carrying mech can-"
Ratchet was cut off. "Ratchet think 'bout what your doing to Bumblebee." The older mech said trying to get his mate off his nostalgic high, he himself trying to control and restrain the minibot that was trying to desperately open his panel and stimulate himself. 'oh Primus the memories of Tail Wind doing that for our entertainment! What I wish we could!' Ironhide chastised himself, no this was for the better he had to stop this!
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