Well, here's part two! The idea was from AutobotV. So she owns the idea, I just wrote it down. Hope you guys like it~!

SPEAK - Self thoughts

SPEAK - Emphasis

/SPEAK/ - comm link

Ratchet walked into the rec. room, heading towards to energon dispenser to collect his ration. Upon retrieving his cube, he noticed the twins, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, were in the corner, dancing to a song on the radio. It also seemed they were trying to convince the gunner, Bluestreak, to join them. Ignoring them, he continued on his way to his Medbay.

By the time he reached the bay, he had already downed his cube, and tossed the emptied cube into a trash receptacle.

He looked over to see First Aid ordering and placing several tools in their proper place. The young medic looked up, before quickly looking back down, a small blush could be seen.

'Hmph, must still be embarrassed about the 'incident'… The older medic thought himself before shrugging. First Aid left to one of the private examination rooms, his arms full of equipment.

The white mech started making his way to his office, typing in his code before entering. He instantly sat in his chair, sliding down some. He was tired now, especially since he was awoken by his bondmate early this morning, as a joke. He leaned his head back, closing his optics and listening to the peace and quite of his office. No time later, he was drifting into a heavy recharge.

~oOo~

"Hellooooo…? Anyone in there?"

"Shh! Shut up. You'll wake him!"

"Oh yeah, and like your yelling isn't gonna wake him" Red retorted. "See? He's starting to wake!"

"mhhh… " What happened to him? Who was that? Who woke him from his peaceful recharge? Ratchet moved his arm, in attempt to rub his optics, only to discovered he was tied down to the arms rests of his chair. Huh? His optics widened. He looked up to see two 'bots of red and yellow. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.

He started to yell, only to discover that his mouth was taped shut. He was outraged now and started squirming and doing everything in his power to move and escape, but to no avail. After a few kliks he seized, and glared up at the twins, both of them were smirking.

"Have a nice nap, Hatchet?" The golden twin asked.

"Did you know you snore?" Asked Sideswipe.

Ratchet yelled through the tape, but it only came out a muffled mess. Both twins smirks grew.

"Calm down, dear medic. We won't do anything" Sideswipe assured Ratchet, his brother behind him with his arms folded. The white mech cocked and optic ridge at the other mech, still fuming.

"Now, if you excuse us, we'll be leaving now." The red twin spoke again, before turning to exit.

"Mgghh!" Ratchet yelled out from behind the tape, throwing a fit.

"Oh? Don't worry Hatch, you won't be alone here for long." Both of the twins quickly left the room, leaving the medic raving and livid.

~oOo~

"Sometimes I think we're too nice." Sideswipe pondered.

"Eh…After this we'll dump a bucket of hot pink paint on them. That'll even it out."

"That's works!" Sideswipe agreed as he continued down the hall, practically skipping.

~oOo~

Wheeljack was intently working on a new invention of his. When finished, it was supposed to be new and high tech security system. It is supposed to go onto every archway, door, and entrance into the Ark. It will be able to tell the difference between and Autobot or Decepticon, informing if said Decepticon has entered the Ark, setting off sirens. Optimus had requested this be made for Red Alerts sake. He was so entranced in his current project, he almost didn't hear him comm. go off.

/'Ello, 'Jack here./

/Wheeljack!/

/Yeah…?/ The engineer sounded confused.

/I need your help!/ Wheeljack could hear the anger in his voice.

/With what?/

/Never mind that! Just get down here and help me!/

/Fine, fine. You grumpy sourpuss./

Wheeljack got no reply before he heard the comm. go off on the other end. Sighing, he got up and left his workshop, heading towards the Medbay.

Upon entering the Medbay, he glanced around looking for his bondmate. Unable to fine him, he walked up to First Aid, still organizing and replenishing supplies.

"Hey 'Aid, you haven't seen Ratch', have you?"

First Aids head shot up in a flash when his quite was disturbed by a new voice. Seeing Wheeljack, he blushed, still remembering his intrusion on the two.

"I-I- Uh… If a-anything, h-he should be in -h-h-his office." He stuttered, nearly dropping the supplies in his hands.

Wheeljack raised an optic ridge at the young medic, confused at the way he was behaving, but other than that, decided not to ask.

"Thanks 'Aid. I'll see ya later." He thanked as he started walking towards the older medics office.

"N-no problem."

Wheeljack punched in the code to the CMO's office, the door sliding open. He entered to a surprise. The white mech, Ratchet, was bound to his chair. His hands tied behind his back, and his legs wide open, his feed tied at the base of the chair. He had a piece of silver duct tape place over his mouth, and was squirming, trying to get out of his current predicament.

Ratchet looked up to see his bondmate at the door. His expression now turned to thankful. He started talking through the tape, still muffled. He was confused however when his bondmate turned, shutting and locking the door. He looked to him curiously as the engineer approached him.

"Well, well, well… What do we have here?" Wheeljack purred as he set each hand on an armrest of the chair, leaning in close to medic. His head fins were a light pink in color.

Ratchets optics widened when he saw the seductive look in the engineers optics. A blush crept across his faceplates.

Wheeljack's first intention for showing up was to help his with whatever the problem was. Upon seeing the medic bound and helpless to his chair however, has changed said intentions. The Engineer swayed his hips slightly. The medic started saying incoherent things from behind the tape, optics still wide.

"Come on, tell me you don't want this" the engineer dared, purring into the medics audio.

Ratchet didn't know what to do. He started shaking his head 'no' before quickly changing to nodding 'yes'. The engineer chuckled.

"Well maybe this can help you make your decision…" Wheeljack moved until he was practically sitting in the medics lap. He rested his hands on the medics shoulders, rubbing at the red crosses lightly with his thumb. He started swaying his hips in front on the medic, seductively.

The whites mechs face broke out in a full blown blush. H-holy primus… He was tempted to grab at the engineers hips, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not get loose.

Wheeljack moved his hands from the shoulders, to cup the medics face. He pulled back his mask, revealing a small smirk. Without warning, Wheeljack ripped the tape from the medics mouth, causing him the yelp. Before the medic could say anything, he crashed his lips to his, smothering him in a passionate kiss, earning him a groan of appreciation. Wheeljack pressed his glossa to the medics bottom lip, asking for entrance. The white mech open his mouth, allowing the engineer to enter, his own glossa joining the dance.

Wheeljack pulled away, his head fins flashing brightly, with a hue of pink.

"Made up your mind yet?" He huskily asked, the smirk still on his face.

"Untie me and get ready for a ride…"

Wheeljack smirk grew, he liked that answer. He reached down, grabbing at the medics cod-piece, prompting it to open, spike extending nearly immediately. He opened his own, revealing his already wet valve, he heard the medic groan. He sat himself on the medics lap, staining white legs before reaching behind the medic to untie his bound hands.

Ratchet groaned in appreciated as his hands were released, instantly reaching for engineers hips as his engine purred. Wheeljack snaked his arms around the medics neck, pecking a kiss the medic chevron. Ratchet lifted Wheeljack by his hips before letting his spike nudge against the entrance, making the engineer moan. He entered the other mech, squeezing his hands slightly on grey hips, eliciting another moan as he pulled him down on his spike.

Ratchet moved to nip at Wheeljacks neck cables. Sliding and wrapping his glossa around the main energon line. Wheeljack moaned as Ratchet continuously slide his spike in and out of his valve, hitting the sensor deep inside each time. Ratchet hefted Wheeljack up until his spike was almost completely out before nearly slamming back into the other mech, earning him a loud moan.

Wheeljack continued breathing hot breaths over the medics neck through parted lips, gasping each time the medic brought him down. Ratchet increased his pace, squeezing the grey hips a little too hard, creating slight finger shaped dents. Both of their cooling fans had already initiated, attempting to cool off their rapidly heating frames.

"Nggh…M-more….Please, more…." Wheeljack moaned into the medics audios, literally begging for more.

Complying to the engineers desperate pleas, he quicked his pace more, practically pounding into the other mech. The engineers fluid was dripping out everytime Ratchet pulled out, dripping down the spike, and pooling on the base of the chair.

Leaving the other mechs neck, Ratchet pressed his lips onto the others, kiss deepening instantly, glossa slipping inside the others mouth, mixing their oral fluids. Wheeljack loud moans were muffled, but were getting louder as the white mech continued to drive into him.

Ratchet could feel the pressure beginning to build up within his spike, his hips bucking, getting ready to release. Wheeljacks valve clenched around the spike, nearing his own overload as well. Ratchet stayed at his fast but steady pace, breaking the kiss with his bondmate, their moans now fully audible. A few more pumps and the medic came to his overload, slamming into the other mech, his spike releasing his mech fluids in spurts inside the valve, causing it to clench tightly around the spike in the engineers own overload. The couple moaned as they road out their overload, before capturing each others lips in a kiss.

"Mmmm…I love you." Ratchet gazed into Wheeljack optics.

"Love you too…" He replied, his head fins flashing a light purple in contentment, rest his head on the medics windshield.

Hm....Maybe the twins are useful....Ratchet said to himself, threatening to drift into recharge.

~oOo~

"Well, Bro, it seems our mission has been accomplished." he said, pulling his audio away from the office door. "And might I add, they sound pretty hot when they overload" Sideswipe snickered.

Sunstreaker stared at his brother with an expression that can only be translated as 'Ew.'

"Now let's go find that paint!" He finished with a sly smile, ignoring his brother.

Sunstreaker snorted, and followed his brother out of the Medbay.

Hm...The twins did something nice for Ol' Hatch....Still aint at that good at lovin' scenes. Oh well, I'll eventually get better. How'd I do? Reviews are love~! Oh, and I checked over this late at night( NIGHT-MORNING!! 8D) so I may have some mistakes I didn't see. If you find any, please inform me and I'll fix it immediately