Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers Generation 1.

When First Aid cautiously opened the closet door, Ratchet gave him a passionate kiss on the lip components. When Ratchet stepped away, he was grinning with his arms casually crossed. "Enjoy the show?" First Aid felt as though his optics would shatter. "Don't look so shocked. You said to get rid of the problem as quickly as possible."

"I meant for you to...not…I wasn't referring to self-interfacing."

"I am well aware of that. But it's something that can be beneficial to you when someone you don't trust isn't around."

"Interfacing isn't necessary for survival."

"You're seriously saying that after lusting after me for these past few earth weeks?"

First Aid's face burned. "Well, um…"

"Relax, Aid. I know that it isn't, but the benefits are undeniable. It releases harmful charge in your spark, increases your mood, and allows you to have a better recharge cycle if done properly. Oh, and I'm not upset about your crush on me, either."

"Your comments aren't exactly helping," First Aid mumbled.

"Hm? What was that?"

"Nothing…"

Ratchet craftily placed a hand under First Aid's chin and lifted it so that their lip components were two inches apart. "Aid, do you require persuasion through an actual interface with me in order to speak with me?"

"O-of c-course n-n-not R-R-Ratchet," Aid stuttered while he grew hot again.

"Hm," Ratchet grumbled humorously before giving Aid a gentle kiss. "Good. I don't think that your gestalt would be very pleased with that."

It was that comment that caused Aid's vision to tumble into static for a nanosecond before asserting itself. He hadn't realized…that he hadn't bothered to close his side of the bond with his gestalt once he left their quarters. He waited for any indication that his gestalt had heard him when he gently probed them through the bond. When he got no response, he vented a sigh in relief.

"Something wrong, Aid?"

"Hm? Oh, no, I'm fine."

"Aid…"

"I'm serious this time!"

"Right."

Aid heated up more when Ratchet chuckled before stepping out of Ratchet's arms. When did Ratchet even wrap his arms around him in the first place? "I have to leave. I told my gestalt that I wouldn't be long. They'll start to worry."

"You could just tell them that you had a hot interface with Optimus. That should calm their circuits."

First Aid stared at Ratchet, feeling as though his own circuits might fry with that image. "P-P-Prime?"

"Yes. Why not?"

How about the fact that he's Prime? "You'll have five new processor crashes to deal with if I even thought about giving them that image."

Ratchet frowned. "Fair enough."

First Aid smiled slightly. "I'll see you for my shift in the morning, Ratchet."

Ratchet smiled. "Very well. Just don't make me throw a wrench at you when you walk in."

"We'll see."

Just when First Aid thought that he was in the clear after he left the med bay, a peculiar tune started running through his processor. Can you feel the love tonight…Hi Aid, Blades asked through the bond. How was the interface with Ratchet and Prime?

First Aid was so shocked that he stumbled face first into a wall before his processor promptly crashed.

Primus loves laughing at me, doesn't he?

Author's note: I apparently love torturing First Aid. XD Thank you for reading and reviewing!