Crack in the Pavement
Chapter 27
So... Do you all hate me yet? I haven't forgotten you. I swear!
And now what many of you have been waiting for.
Twins/ Ratchet "honeymoon" smut
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers; I'm just prostituting it for my amusement.
Summary: Megatron uses Ironhide to get his revenge on Prime. Multiple minor side pairings, see list in fic.
Warning: Graphic rape. Torture. M/M robot slash consensual as well as NON-CON
Pairings: Non-con Megatron/ Ironhide, Con Optimus/ Ironhide. Established Jazz/ Prowl, Twins/ Ratchet, Mirage/ Cliffjumper
Ratchet looked at the table of gifts set next to the back wall of the common room. The table was covered in jars of expensive wax, paints and new tools for Ratchet. Four works of art represented the gifts of Canada, the US, Russia and Peru. Sunstreaker was especially enamoured by the human gifts. Sideswipe and Ratchet found them stunning as well but Sunstreaker had the artistic optics that allowed him to really appreciate the workmanship that went into each of the pieces. It felt strange to Ratchet for them to be given gifts by countries, and the fact that they had been given gifts more because of Ratchet's rank as an officer rather than the work the Twins had done for at least two of the countries irritated Ratchet just a little.
"Dance with us Ratchet," Sideswipe said, pulling Ratchet away from the table, and into the centre of the common room where many of the Autobots danced, enjoying the music from their home planet. The dancers moved out of the way of the bonded mechs and former a circle around them and returned to dancing.
"You don't get to be a wall flower at your own party," Sunstreaker commented. "You get to be the centre of attention."
The Twins danced around Ratchet, spinning him on occasion, and touching his shoulders, hips and servos with feathery caresses. Ratchet watched them moved around him, saw and felt that they danced for him. He was standing in the centre of the circle of dancers as his mates danced around him. He was the centre of attention. Many of those Autobots not dancing were watching him. The attention made Ratchet's spark flutter nervously and even as they danced both Twins filled the relay between them with love and good humour.
"You should be the centre of attention," Sunstreaker said as he danced, taking Ratchet's servos and dancing with him before passing Ratchet off to Sideswipe. "It's your day."
"It's yours too," Ratchet replied. Sideswipe kissed him before releasing him, and the Twins returned to dancing around Ratchet.
"We're getting plenty of attention," Sideswipe insisted. "You'd let us get all of it if we let you. But you're our bonded, we want to put you on a pedestal."
"Try that literally and I'll slag you both," Ratchet warned. He let the Twins have their fun and slowly relaxed and enjoyed their dance.
Across the common room Cliffjumper hesitated before allowing himself to be led into the mill of dancers by Mirage. Just walking Mirage's movements were graceful and fluid, Cliffjumper felt stumpy and awkward by comparison. Worse, Cliffjumper didn't really know more than the most basic steps to any dance. But he couldn't refuse Mirage, not when he smiled at him like that.
"Just follow my lead," Mirage said, smiling so beautifully. Some time since their relationship had begun, Mirage seemed to have learnt that he could sway Cliffjumper into going along with him just by smiling that smile. Cliffjumper would have found it annoying if Mirage ever used it to get something unreasonable from Cliffjumper. A dance, well even with two left peds, Cliffjumper couldn't believe that was too unreasonable a request.
Mirage took Cliffjumper's servos in his and danced with him. Cliffjumper felt clumsy; he stopped himself from watching his peds and focused instead on staring up at Mirage's faceplates. After a few minutes, and as the next song began, Cliffjumper started to relax and he danced with Mirage as if there was no one else in the room watching.
"I love the way you move, 'Jumper," Mirage whispered into his audios. Cliffjumper licked his lips and suppressed a shiver.
"I'd like to dance with you on the berth," Cliffjumper replied. He looked up at Mirage with burning blue optics. "Let's get out of here."
Not far from Cliffjumper and Mirage, the rest of the minibots danced a Cybertronian group dance to the amusement of the other dancers. Plied with high grade, not even Brawn and Huffer refrained from twisting their peds and moving around the floor to the music. Gears clapped his servos to the music as Bumblebee and Windcharger sailed by. A forced smile was frozen on his faceplates. He watched Cliffjumper with Mirage from the corner of his optics. It took everything in him to feigned light-sparkedness. Cliffjumper led Mirage around behind him and Gears forced a wider smiling. It was horrifically difficult to be polite, and to even be nice to Mirage but Gears forced himself to do it. He needed to stay in Cliffjumper's confidence if he wanted to snatch him up when Mirage grew tired of him.
"The minibots sure do know how to party," Ironhide chuckled to Optimus as they leaned against a wall and watched the small Autobots enjoy themselves. He had a cube in his servo but it wasn't high grade. Over-energizing could be dangerous to sparklets and he wasn't about to risk his.
"They do," Optimus replied, laughing along with Ironhide. He took a sip of his own cube and smiled. His oldest friend was smiling in a way Optimus had never seen. Ratchet was smiling at the Twins as they danced around him and his whole spark was in that smile. It was good to see him so happy.
Ironhide watched Ratchet and the Twins and couldn't help but think of how he wanted this for himself. Optimus loved him and he Optimus. A bond would be a permanent testimony to that love. He smiled and relaxed against the wall and leaned against Optimus's shoulder. For now Ironhide would concentrate on his sparklet. The as of yet unnamed sparklet was pulsing stronger and stronger everyday within the orbit of Ironhide's spark. On nights when they didn't otherwise interface, Ironhide and Optimus had come to always merge sparks just so Optimus could better feel the little spark growing with Ironhide's. This little life was there and those moments when their three sparks were together as a family were Ironhide's favourites. He was beginning to dream of the moment when he and Optimus would first be able to hold their sparkling, and Ironhide felt himself counting the days. In just a few more weeks he'd be entering stage two of his sparking and how much energy his sparklet had at the beginning of this stage would tell Ratchet how long he expected Ironhide's entire sparking should be. Ironhide hoped to have a shorter sparking, just so he could hold his sparkling that much sooner.
Jazz, who was in a sense the master of ceremonies, announced to the still boisterous crowd that the newly bonded trio were taking their leave. The dancers stopped and everyone clapped and cheered one last time as Ratchet and the Twins left the common room. Ratchet suspected the party would be going for hours still but he had had enough reverie and now wanted to spend the next hours alone in the company of his bondmates. Through their new relay, the Twins assured Ratchet that they were more than ready to have him alone to themselves. A shiver of anticipation ran down Ratchet's back at the promise of pleasure both Twins gave him. Before they even reached their quarters, Ratchet's internal temperature was already rising.
Sunstreaker scooped Ratchet into his arms just as they reached their door. Sideswipe entered the key code and entered the room first. He went immediately to their berth and sat at the head of it with his knees bent and parted. Ratchet offered Sunstreaker token resistance at being picked up but Sunstreaker hooked on arm under his legs and the other behind his shoulders and carried him "bridal" style over the threshold into their room. Sunstreaker placed Ratchet down on the berth, and into Sideswipe's arms. He seared Ratchet's lips with a demanding and devouring kiss and sat down on the berth, placing Ratchet's legs over his lap.
Sideswipe tilted Ratchet's head up and covered Ratchet's mouth with a blistering kiss of his own. They broke apart, panting through their intakes. With coordination and cooperation that could only come from being split spark twins, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe began peeling away Ratchet's armour before shedding their own. Both brothers let their optics roam hungrily over Ratchet's protoform. They felt his heat and knew Ratchet was anticipating this moment as much as they were.
"Our beautiful Ratch," Sideswipe murmured into Ratchet's audios. "Ours only forever."
"And you're mine," Ratchet replied, twisting around in Sideswipe's arms. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Sunstreaker understood what he meant. "Both of you."
Ratchet pushed Sideswipe's shoulders back against the wall and attacked his mouth kissed him. It was a bruising kiss and their glossas tangled as their glossas tangled and Ratchet tasted every corner of Sideswipe's mouth. Sideswipe moaned, and their engines revved, cycling coolant through their fevered bodies. From behind him, Ratchet heard Sunstreaker's engine rev.
He broke the kiss and slid down as he tasted the curve of Sideswipe's jaw and the juncture of his helm and neck. Sideswipe arched his head back allowed Ratchet all the more access to his taunt neck cables. Ratchet dragged his denta along the table that ran from behind Sideswipe's audios and down into his chassis. A groan through clenched denta was his reward and Sideswipe's digits pressing more forcefully along his backstrut. Ratchet felt Sideswipe's cable pressurize against his abdomen. A little thrill shot through him and Ratchet pulled out of Sideswipe's arms and slid back a little on the berth. Sunstreaker caught Ratchet's hips in his servos. A smug smirk passed over Ratchet's faceplates; he felt the heat Sunstreaker was putting off. Just how much the Twins felt of each other's physical pleasure was still unclear to Ratchet but he was getting the sneaking suspicion that he could overload both Sunny and Sides just by pleasuring one of them. With that thought in mind, Ratchet grazed his palms down the insides of Sideswipe's thighs and swallowed his cable. The servos over his hips tightened their grip. Oh, Sunny you do feel it too, don't you.
Sideswipe cupped Ratchet's helm as he swirl his glossa around Sideswipe hot cable. The red twin groaned and arched into Ratchet's mouth as Ratchet ran his denta along the tense and terribly sensitized component. His engine roared and his intakes hissed, and Sideswipe could barely stop himself from seizing Ratchet's helm and thrusting hard into his sweet mouth. Ratchet felt the tension in Sideswipe's legs and raised himself so only the tip of of Sideswipe's cable remained his his mouth and he sucked it and teased the slit were interface fluids were already leaking and drank them down.
Sunstreaker's meagre restraint fell apart and held Ratchet's aft and promptly buried his glossa in Ratchet's valve. Ratchet moaned around Sideswipe's cable and swallowed it again as Sideswipe bucked into his mouth. He could feel Sideswipe's control slipping and felt a little powerful knowing that he was the cause. More often than not the Twins rendered him powerless as they inflicted processor blowing pleasure on him. They certainly took pleasure from him as well but rarely did Ratchet get the chance to give them pleasure. Sideswipe gripped Ratchet's helm and thrust hard into Ratchet mouth and held himself there as he overloaded with a groan. Sunstreaker growled into Ratchet's valve as he overloaded without even being touched.
Chassis heaving from his overload, Sideswipe pulled Ratchet up and kissed him with all his pent up arousal. He locked one of his arms around Ratchet's back and held the back of his neck and head, allowing him no chance of escape. Sunstreaker held his thighs apart with stronger servos and he mercilessly attacked every valve sensor he could reached with his glossa. Ratchet moaned into Sideswipe's mouth and writhed as Sunstreaker made his valve burn. Instinctively Ratchet knew he was going to overload like this, Sideswipe plundering his mouth and Sunstreaker his valve. They had never been quite this ferocious this quickly before, and Ratchet cried out with needy pleasure knowing he had brought this out of them. Sideswipe drank his cries as Ratchet overloaded, covering both himself and Sunstreaker with his fluids.
But Sunstreaker didn't stop, and Ratchet writhed harder. His sensors were acutely sensitive post overload and he groaned and whimpered as Sunstreaker continued to twist his glossa around Ratchet's valve. Ratchet moaned with relief when Sunstreaker finally sat back. Sideswipe released his mouth and let Ratchet rest his forehelm against his shoulder as he panted. His intakes couldn't work fast enough to cool his circuits. He peered up at Sideswipe and saw that Sideswipe was focused on Sunstreaker. Ratchet knew this look, they were sharing a thought. Twisting his neck, Ratchet looked back at Sunstreaker. Meeting his optics, Sunstreaker licked his lips and nodded to Sideswipe; Ratchet looked up and shivered with anticipation. Sideswipe smiled down at with lusting optics.
"Oh love don't think we're going to let you go after only one overload," Sideswipe purred. "After your erotic treat don't you know we are just dying to bury cables in your sweet little valve?"
Ratchet shivered and moaned. Sunstreaker pulled him back against his chassis and made him sit between his legs. He reached down and grabbed Ratchet's legs from behind his knees, raised them up and held them open, presenting Ratchet's dripping valve to Sideswipe. Ratchet dug his digits into Sunstreaker thighs and braced himself against him as Sideswipe crawled the short distance to them.
"I'm going to wring another overload from your dripping valve," Sideswipe said in a dark, and husky voice. "You've got such a little valve, Pretty Ratch, I have to be extra careful to stretch it out nice and wide for us."
"Oh Primus," Ratchet moaned and shuttered his optics as Sideswipe pushed his first two digits into Ratchet's valve. The brief reprieve meant his sensors weren't quite so overstimulated but the brushing of those digits against his sensors sent tingles of pleasure through Ratchet's valve and up his back.
"Online your optics, Ratchet," Sideswipe urged. "I want you to see what I'm doing to you."
"Brat," Ratchet snapped and groaned. He opened his optics and watched Sideswipe gently rotating his digits in his valve. The gentle swipes against his valve lining drew another groan from Ratchet. He wanted more, despite how he tried to push back against those teasing digits, Sunstreaker still held his legs and would not let him move. Watching what Sideswipe was doing to him made Ratchet shiver with arousal. He knew before long his valve would be spread so much wider and both his bondmates would be flooding his systems with more pleasure than he could hope to handle.
"Relax, Ratchet," Sunstreaker crooned down at him in dark voice. "Just enjoy it, when have we ever just taken it slow?"
"Oh you slagging bastards," Ratchet moaned the last word and dug his digits hard into Sunstreaker's thighs as he arched his head against Sunstreaker's abdomen. Sideswipe reached up into Ratchet's valve with three digits now, teasing the more sensitive sensors higher in his valve. Ratchet clenched his valve hard around those digits. It was all he could do to increase the pressure of Sideswipe's touch. Primus, he hated being teased. The soft touches made his internals knot, and hot lubricant seep from his valve. This second overload build slowly, painfully slowly. He wriggled as best he could in Sunstreaker's grip and tried to take more of Sideswipe's digits into his valve.
"'Face me or I will hurt you," Ratchet ordered. The teasing swipes were maddening. The lazing strokes were torture. Sideswipe eased a forth digit into Ratchet's valve and twisted them around slowly before spreading his digits and stretching Ratchet all the more.
"We don't want to tear your valve," Sideswipe replied. "What kind of mates would we be if we hurt you?"
"Torturing me is better?" Ratchet asked even as he groaned in response to Sideswipe dragging his digits firmly against the walls of his valve. Ratchet pressed back against Sunstreaker and took a deep breath through his intakes. Not a teasing stroke, real jolts of pleasure shot through him. He was so close to overloading. "Yes. Like that. Do that again."
Sunstreaker released Ratchet's legs and shuffled back before leaning over Ratchet, upside down, and kissing him hard. Sideswipe's entire hand pushed into Ratchet now and twisted around inside him. Ratchet cried out into Sunstreaker's mouth as he overloaded. Lubricants gushed from his valve, and down Sideswipes arm and pooled on the berth. The moment Ratchet's valve stopped squeezing down on his servo, Sideswipe eased it gently from out. Ratchet moaned at the loss but shivered in anticipation at the same time.
"You're beautiful, Ratch," Sideswipe said as Sunstreaker moved back and allowed Sideswipe to pull Ratchet up. "So beautiful"
"You're obnoxious slaggers, the both of you," Ratchet replied as he wrapped his arms around Sideswipe's neck and lowered himself on Sideswipe's pressurized cable. He threw his head back and moaned low as he took all of Sideswipe's cable into his valve. It wasn't the girth or the length that made this so much better than mere digits or glossa but the heat and charge. "I love you, Sides. I love you, Sunny."
"Thank you for bonding with us," Sideswipe said as he curled his digits over Ratchet's hips and rocked up into him. "We love you, more than anything."
"I want... Oh I want both of you," Ratchet said as he moved with Sideswipe. Interfacing didn't feel right without both of them buried in his valve.
"Thank Primus," Sunstreaker groaned and kissed Ratchet's shoulder as Sideswipe lifted Ratchet up and spread his legs and made room for Sunstreaker. Sunstreaker placed a servo over Ratchet's abdomen. He lined up both his and Sideswipe's cables. Ratchet lined his valve with their spikes and slowly lowered himself on to them. All three mechs swore as searing pleasure flooded their circuits. Sunstreaker plugged his and then Sideswipe's upper cables into Ratchet's ports before taking Ratchet's cables and plugging them into himself and Sideswipe. The datastream crashed over all three of them as they fell into a maelstrom of emotion and sensation.
Later, Ratchet laid back on the berth, his systems not yet cooled and his spark humming from merging with the Twins. It felt like none of this could be real. He couldn't be this happy, this satisfied. Life could not be so good in the midst of war. But it was. Sunstreaker kissed his faceplates before collapsing beside him, one arm draped over him. Sideswipe kissed his chassis and collapse as well, resting his helm in the crook of Ratchet's neck and chassis. Ratchet found himself unable to even mutter a grumble or a mock complaint. After so many overloads he was utterly spent, and he slipped into recharge.
End Chapter 27
A/N So... Oops... Ya, writing hasn't been coming from my brain. I haven't forgotten you or my fics but my muse and I are not on speaking terms. I'll update as I can but don't except speed from me.