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tell me GUESS if you think you know who is Growling at the end, it's an OC but if you've started to read Forging Bonds the Prequel I've started of this one then you should know, though even if the name hasn't been mentioned yet you should know the colors of his armor...if you guess it i'll die from happiness. Of course i'll be happy if you cast tell me what I have designated the creatures title. (EX: Turbo Fox, Glitch Mice) this creature I called A... Guess ( ^.^ )

Chapter 7:

Ratchet sighed, taking a deep breath to try and cool his heated frame. Slowly Ratchet onlined his optics to look at Ironhide then at the writhing minibot. The white and red shivered when before his meta flashed a smiling larger framed yellow mech, a shy grin looking at him pleadingly. Slowly he focused on the trembling and whimpering yellow mini bot before him trying to see him for who he was and not who he wasn't. "You are correct Ironhide, I would be taking advantage of Bumblebee… but it is true we cannot leave him like this the built charge will reek havoc on his systems."

Ratchets servos came to red on the writhing yellow legs keeping them from kicking out in his attempt to free himself. His hold was firm but it wasn't overpowering. His optics tried to catch the attention of the minibots but his were offline and seeking for no others.

Ironhide looked at Ratchet for a moment before venting a sigh his own optics offlining. "I think it best if we overload him… without a hardware connection." Ironhide said when he saw a flicker of lust pass through his mates' optics. When he finished Ironhide also noted that Ratchet though in agreement to the 'plan' wasn't happy that no one was plugging into anyone, and his servos gripped just a fraction tighter on the legs before releasing them all together.

Slowly almost as if to drag it out Ratchet dug his servos into seams in the minibot's inner thighs stroking the corded wires beneath. The yellow frame arched beautifully with a moan. His small engine revving loud as he keened his approval. Ratchet leaned his helm down low and nuzzled at the still arched plating of the small yellows abdominal plating where he knew already a small protoform was starting form.

He offlined his optics imagine the small protoform held his and Ironhide's coding yet retained the slim build of its carrier. Ratchet didn't mind too much and nuzzled it with love all the same as it still held his 'Tail Wind's' coding, without a doubt the mech or femme within would be lithe and tall, and fast for sure.

All through his affectionate kisses Ratchet kept his servos gently rubbing firm caressing strokes on the others thighs. He'd trail his red servos down to the knees and transformations cogs there but then would travel teasingly back up. But his mouth remained as he laid open mouth kisses and gentle laps as the guarded plating.

Ironhide who was still restraining the mechs servos whispered lovingly into the others audio he too felt the nostalgic high tickle and fuzz his processor as he freed one servo and used it to caress the yellow horned helm. "Listen carefully Bee, Ratch an' I wanna help, but ya have ta help us, help you. Can ya open yer panel without the manual release?" He was sorely tempted to open it manually –to stroke the spike with firm strokes that Tail Wind loved but again he knew this wasn't his mate to please how he remembered- but he needed to know how much of the mech was really functioning consciously and how much was the need to relieve the burning ache of a deprived carrier.

The yellow mech moaned wantonly and after a few kliks the panel opened a black and yellow cord springing free. With a soft sigh Ironhide looked at Ratchet who had finally removed himself from the mechs waist line when something poked at his chassis and chin to look at the pressurized spike that sprung free.

Ratchet didn't have room to feel disappoint at knowing the spike and valve were smaller in this frame then in his original frame, instead he took advantage of the smaller size. Leaning down and engulfing the spike fully without a large chance of choking. Ratchets thumb of his servo caressed gently against the twitching valve, forcing lubricant to coat the digit. Don't get Ratchet wrong he wanted to plunge his thumb in and brush all the little sensors he knew were hiding inside, and he wanted to tease this mech senseless but this held some urgency to its purpose. So just teasing brushing would have to do.

The yellow mechs mouth opened to scream but Ironhide gently swallowed the scream with his own mouth. One servo was cupping the smaller helm and supporting it while also keeping it in place near his mouth, restricting it from thrashing about and releasing his cried into the open. Ironhide released his single servo holding onto the yellow mechs wrists to caress the yellow chassis with instead; said chassis began to heave in large gasping pants trying to cool its frame with fans.

Ironhide felt guilty but he also knew that Ratchet wasn't lying about what he had said. Long exposure to a high charge was detrimental to a sparkling and carrier, unlike how a short exposure to a charge was encouraged.

Ratchet easily allowed the whole length to fill his mouth and restrained himself from shoving his trembling digits into the quivering valve that clenched and spasmed and clenched just near his chin, his thumb still rubbing teasingly around the valve.

He wanted the mech to come to him willingly for such a penetration, to be stretched and filled with their spikes. Ratchet refused to allow himself to take advantage of his spark mate… ex-spark mate he chided himself mentally. Hallowing his cheeks he withdrew then plunged down again his throat tightening with his intakes as he swallowed as best as he could.

Ironhide moaned in frustration when he heard someone trying to enter the med bay to be met with a locked door. The curse of a pissed off Sunstreaker reached all listening audios, the yellows not included. ~Don't fret 'Hide I overrode the door with my pass code he isn't getting in until we have finished with Bee.~ Ratchet assured the mech as Bumblebee nearly screamed into Ironhide's mouth, small electrical currents dancing erotically across his frame stretching to caress against the other two heated frames.

Ratchet withdrew his mouth putting his servo to work finishing the mech off, he vaguely remembered Tail Wind telling him how gross and bad he felt when someone swallowed his transfluid. It had taken a lot of work to assure the mech that it was fine but in the end he and Ironhide had agree to just finish him like so and salvage the mechs feelings.

If Ratchet had heard correctly earlier then Bumblebee had overloaded once already and even if it was at the servos of that bastard Doubledealer, it had helped the frame in releasing the built charge. Yet still without his spike being release and the transfluid a place to go… it had to be uncomfortable for the smaller frame. Which left Ratchet to wonder for a moment if Bumblebee was feeling drain of energy, then why was it spiking in sexual desire? It should be doing the opposite effect. It was something to ponder on at a later time.

Ratchet tugged gently picking up his speed and twisting his wrist lightly on the downward stroke. Bumblebee went to scream and once more Ironhide leaned down and claimed the beetles' lips trying to salvage the smaller frame from embarrassment. Slowly he pulled back to look at the offline panting beetle. "Forgive us lil' one it's for yer own good." He assured himself as much as the yellow frame. Pulling the beetle closer in a tight embrace as Ratchet made the other decent.

Disposing of the rag he had used to clean the yellow frame and berth up with Ratchet pinged the door open to reveal a furious Sunstreaker and surprised Sideswipe who stood up from his place at the door-panel he had been trying to hack. Ratchet glared at the red twin who looked away quickly and innocently as he began whistling 'Kumbaya'.

Sunstreaker glared at the limp form sprawled in Ironhide's grasped and barely restrained a snarl of jealousy. Why was every mech but him able to get the beetle in his fragging lap? Sideswipe brushed soothing reassurance against the bond trying to quell his anger, it worked marginally. "He got away but Red Alert is trying to hunt him down before he fritzes. Ratchet, you're Bumblebee's adopted carrier right?" he growled at the mech sounding more demanding that questioning.

Ratchets optics seemed to darken and his optical ridge furrowed in a glare. "It matters little what I am to Bumblebee. What I want to know is why ask such a pointless question, this situation causes for none of that knowledge? Besides that you have a great dislike for minibots, so your reoccurring curiosity is unwelcomed in Bumblebee's case. The fact that you are showing interest is very disconcerting to me and Ironhide as his providers." The white mech barely restrained his own growl and both Ironhide and Sideswipe looked between the two other mechs with a similar expression a ring master would give with two fighting Cyber Hounds.

Sunstreaker's engine grew louder in a flat rev, neither jumping nor dropping but staying level. "Because, while Jazz and Prowl are out of commission I will bond with Bumblebee and supply him with the needed strength to-"

Ironhide looked at the mech with shock his grip tightening on his ex-mate. It was obvious now that both twins knew Bumblebee's dilemma and need for a new bond.

Ratchet snarled in rage his servos balled into fists at his side, barely restraining himself from lashing out. "You fragger! You were listening in!" he howled in frustration as he began to storm over to the golden mech but then a yellow servo snatched his red one before it was too late. He looked down into the lap of Ironhide where the exhausted looking yellow mech resided.

Pale faded blues looked at him painfully, holding him in place. "Ratchet?" It was soft and worried sounding and it constricted his spark...still after all these vorns, the small being held his spark so completely it ached.

Bumblebee tried to sit up and gasped in pain as an ache formed around his spark, falling back into Ironhide's arms. The red arms wrapped around him securely and held him as if fearful he would fall to pieces if released. Ironhide found himself actually enjoying the hold though. He had spent many a late cycle holding a sick and weak Bumblebee like so. Ironhide had read a recharge story to the mech then too. He of course was made fun of for reading the story called the Mech Who Cried Cyber Wolf, but it had been the little yellows favorite so it was worth the pokes and prods then.

Ratchet immediately calmed down in an attempt to quell the unseen fear of the other mech. He turned and brushed the others cheek arch with the back of his servo his optics softening just for him. "It's alright Bee, just relax and let us talk, okay?" Ratchet said as he watched the light blues fade to darkness before blinking back online.

Then Bumblebee's optics looked away and began to roam…searchingly. They settled off to the other side of the otherwise quiet medbay. There on a medical berth on the other side of the room lay two sleeping forms, it was the picture of beauty if Bumblebee was asked.

Prowls wings twittered lightly in his recharge his whimpers soft and unheard to anyone else but Bumblebee. Jazz's helm twitched back and forth gently, his fist twitching as well whenever something happened in their deep defrag.

Ratchet having followed the gaze stood up to get to the sparklings sides but Sideswipe and Sunstreaker both had crossed the medbay in four long strides reaching it before the medic.

Ratchet was almost horrified when a twin each picked one up. Surprisingly Sideswipe picked Prowl up so gently that the sparkling never stirred awake. Sunstreaker, much the same for the other but Jazz curled into a tighter ball on the broad golden chassis he had been set against carefully.

"You can't have him." Ratchet growled petulantly as the twins slowly made their way to the yellow beetles side with their small burdens. When they were a mere step away Ratchet stepped forward and blocked their path with crossed arms. A glare firmly in place, Ratchet had no intentions of letting the twins near his Bumblebee.

Bumblebee opened his arms expecting his mates to be allowed into them but when a red plated aft and white back blocked the path he whimpered looking at the twins. His arms fell weakly to his side as he huffed out a large exvent.

"Ratch." Ironhide warned the other mech as he felt Bumblebee tense under his grasp. ~this is upsettin' Bee, let the twins pass, if he trust them then let'em pass. If they harm 'im you know I'll not permit them ta leave the vicinity as anythin' less than assembly pieces. ~ he soothed his angered mate.

Ratchet looked over his shoulder then back to the glaring golden twin still having not budged. Slowly like a cornered animal he sidestepped and both twins approached their optics hardly giving a glance to the mech who was little match for them. Sunstreaker didn't however hand over the white sparkling as thought but he stood close to the yellow mech who had outstretched his servos expectantly once more.

Sideswipe was just a mere step back from his brother looking at the slowly onlining mech in his grasp. Gently he shifted the mech to hold his under his arms as he pulled the sparkling up to his faceplate scrutinizing the small mech he titled 'Mini Prowl'.

"I know Jazz has spoken to you about your little 'agreement'. Neither Jazz nor Prowl would want to see you waste away into nothing before their very optics when there is another choice. I will tell you now Bumblebee, I will give you two options and only 48 hours to decide. You will bond to another mech or two…either you will do it willingly or I will force you to bond to myself and Sideswipe. I refuse to watch somebot waste away because of selfish idealisms." He reprimanded the mech before him who looked up with terrified optics. At the hissing voice both Prowl and Jazz stirred to full wakefulness.

Ratchet was livid at the twin and more than ready to assault him verbally but silence was forced onto him by his red mate. ~Ratchet, Let's see what happens, maybe our gentle push itn't what's needed, maybe a force inna direction is better. Neither you nor I wish ta watch this mech fade from our lives.~ Ironhide held the white and red mech in place even as he tried to push away his paralysis caused by his mates bond.

Even when Ratchet sent rage through their bond at him he refused to release his hold. Ratchet had the sudden feeling of helplessness. He wanted no needed to go to his Bumblebee's side! Couldn't Ironhide see that Bumblebee was scared now?

"Sunstreaker! You cannot truly think I am a fool…I know you would never force a relationship onto someone!" Bumblebee growled at the mech his frame barely containing a tremble.

Sunstreaker growled in frustration leaning over to tower over the yellow bot trying to intimidate him…it was working. Ironhide tensed but still didn't move to guard the small bot in his lap any more than he already was.

Ratchet was trembling with the effort to clobber the golden twin but still Ironhide held him at bay. ~Ironhide please! Stop this!~ Ratchet pleaded to his mate desperately at the display.

~Prowler? Ya think Sunny'll really force Bee?~ Jazz asked slightly worried sounding. Don't get him wrong this was the only time he wished something like this was forced onto somebot, but still he would be lying if he said the thought didn't make his angry. Jazz's optics never left the golden twins faceplate, he was scrutinizing and judging trying to read truths from fib… he wanted to call 'Bullshit' on the mech… but there was always an unease about Sunstreaker that left room for doubt.

Prowl was glaring at Sideswipe who was making no feat about glaring back at him. Their faceplates inches apart. ~No that's illogical, Sunstreaker can be brash but he doesn't believe in such a thing. If Bumblebee calls him out then our last hope at saving Bumblebee will be gone… we will lose him… Sideswipe fraggit quit looking at me before I have you throw in the brig!~ He actually snapped through the bond as he grunted and scowled at the red twin who pouted and pulled their faces closer still as Prowl began to writhe in his grasp.

Prowl gained a glint to his optics and took his tiny servos and smacked them equally across both cheeks of the red twin Sideswipe yelped and wrenched the sparkling from his face as his cheek arches stung in surprise. Prowl smirks to himself and a feeling of satisfaction crossed over to Jazz. After all he couldn't get away with slapping the red twin if he had been normal but right now it was free game, he could at least get used to that.

"Dammit Prowl, Fragger! You did that on purpose you little-" Sideswipe fell silent when all gazes looked at him. He revved his engine then scowled at his brother. "I say we can keep Jazz, and Bee but prowl can go suck exhaust-"

Just then Prowl began to wail, the sound piercing and loud in the audials closest to him. Looking a Sideswipe, Sunstreaker growled and went up to his twin snatching the sparkling from his twin cradling both to his thrumming chassis where his engine sat idling as he glared at his twin. Sideswipe pouted but allowed the action, he wished someone would listen to him when he knew Prowl was doing such actions on purpose…seemingly consciously; at least it looked that way to him.

Prowl fell silent and his body tingled when he was placed on the strong chassis hiding the purring engine. He grinned at the feel of its soothing lullaby. ~oh… this…this isn't so bad.~ he nearly purred as his frame vibrated with horse power.

Jazz snickered from his place on the chassis. ~I know, it kinda like one'ah those vibratin' chairs back on Cybertron… the ones that…ooooh yeah.~ Jazz purred as with the rising anger of the golden twin the engine thrummed stronger. ~Ah could defiantly get used ta this, Prowler.~ Jazz purred.

Bumblebee was so lost. He like Sunstreaker and Sideswipe but was bonding really the only true way? Why couldn't he just keep doing the 'treatments'? Looking at the contented faceplates of his two mates in the arms of the still chastising Sunstreaker Bumblebee knew then and there the golden ray was right. He never had a choice.

His shoulder slumped and trembled but he would be strong for them, for the little one thriving off his spark. Standing from Ironhide's lap -the red mechs arms falling lifelessly off the yellow chassis and rest at their owners side when the yellow mech made to remove himself- Bumble went over to Sunstreaker and opened his arms up, ready for Prowl and Jazz to be returned.

Sunstreaker looked at the mech his gaze softening minutely and gently relieved the two black and whites over. "Fine, only if it means that it would make Prowl and Jazz happy." He whispered in resignation. The twins, medic, and weapons specialist in total tried not to flinch as he made it sound more like a deactivation sentence.

Sunstreaker frowned, he really wanted Bumblebee, he wanted everything about him but… not like this. Not being 'forced' to do the bond to save his life. Sunstreaker sighed and knelt down just so that the yellow mech was actually closer to optic level with him; though Bumblebee was just a few inches taller than him like this. "Bumblebee, neither myself nor Sideswipe will force an interface with you. After the bond you may use our sparks and frames as you please but we will not force an interface, understood?" Sunstreaker felt like he was talking to a youngling all of a sudden.

Bumblebee nodded and with that left for his room not saying a word to anybot in the room.

Ratchet felt like his spark was ripped in two. His body had long since given up its struggled for freedom and now he struggled to keep his tears back. When all that remained was Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Ironhide, and himself he gave a watered down glare to the other three mech. "If he comes to me hurting… I will use every tool at my disposal to eviscerate you." He spoke just barely containing the sob from within. "You three can clean my medbay spotless!" He clipped out; turning on his heels Ratchet rushed off to his office where the door closed and locked.

Ironhide sighed. "You boys better take care of tha kid, or yer two mechs that'll never be found." With that he began cleaning up the slightly disarrayed room.

The twins gave each other a sad look of uncertainty then began helping as best as they could.

Wheeljack's Lab:

Wheeljack was humming a soft tune his helm panels flashing in a soft hue of green when a loud growl had him freezing and in silence. He wanted to turn around but stayed silent. "You and me need to have a little chat inventor… I'm going to ask questions and if I see you move in any way other than how I tell you then I will sick my companion on you, deal? Nod if you understand." The short not he got as a reply was well enough. "good."

The voice replied again and the barrel to a gun poked at Wheeljack's back armor, making the Lancia shiver as his servos raised slowly into the air. And with his servo high in the air his helm fins flashed a peach color in embarrassed anger. "Scrap." He grumbled then as the butt of a rifle landed swiftly on the back of his helm his world went black.