Chapter 16

Warning: The following chapter contains mature content (or at least an attempt at it). If you have high blood pressure, are pregnant, or think you may be pregnant, do not read unless directed by a physician.

No, not really. AH HAH! There is finally smut!

And 12345643234566543 thank you's to Litahatchee - she's the awesomeness!

Oh, and go to my profile and take my poll, please...if you want more smut...hehehehe.

To answer a few questions (I always mess up and forget to answer questions in the story line. :O Forgive me!)

Bonding is when they bind themselves to each other for the rest of their very, very long lives. This process can be reversed if the bond is fairly new. It however, can not be reversed if the relationship has been cemented.

Interfacing is just touching one another for overload, a.k.a., a bot-gasm.

Mating is just like bonding, except they intend on having a sparkling. It doesn't always work. In fact, it takes a long time for a femme to conceive, if she even does.

I hope this clears some questions up. : D

And Starscream is a jerk, for now. No offense to Screamer fans.

Yes, the femmes will always exact their revenge, and they will always have blackmail material.

And finally, Ratchet is most definitely not being tortured in this chapter. :)

And finally, Leo is not evil. The traitor is someone you'd least expect, if you can even count them as a someone. :D

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It had been three days.

Three very long days, Ratchet mused darkly as he stared up at the med bay ceiling. Thanks to complications, he'd been stuck there for three days, unable to get out and finish what he and Nightshade had started. He hadn't exposed his spark to her, but it was screaming to be joined with hers, and now. He groaned and rubbed at his chest plates, praying that today would be his final day in the med bay. His spark was throbbing uncomfortably, flaring hotly at the mere thought of Nightshade...writhing beneath him, screaming his name...

Ratchet shook his head. No more dirty thoughts.

Red Alert stepped into the room, holding a data pad in his hand.

"Alright, boss. You'll be able to leave once we go over discharge procedures."

"Make it quick, boy."

"I'll do my best," Red Alert sniffed, sitting on one of the chairs in the room.

"Rule number one: no vigorous activity, unless you're feeling up to it. If at any point during the day you begin to feel weak, you will come straight back here. Secondly, you'll be on light duty for the next two weeks. We're running short on supplies and you are not fully repaired. Thirdly, you need to consume two or more cubes of energon a day, to make up for the inefficiency in your systems..."

Red Alert went on and on.

"Alright. This is the last one. Rule number 134: don't let your radiation levels pass 15 rads. This could be a sign of spark leakage. Now, I'm finished with you. Remember-"

Red Alert looked up. Ratchet was gone. He chuckled.

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Nightshade was startled to hear the door to Ratchet's apartment hiss open. To her utter delight, it was Ratchet. She rose and darted over to him, throwing her arms around him, and burying her head in his chest. He smiled and rested his chin on her head, stroking her back softly. She trembled slightly and felt tears stinging at her optics. He gently raised her face toward his, a slight look of confusion on his face.

"Ratchet, please don't do something that stupid again," she whispered, wiping a stray tear from her cheek.

"I will never leave you," he said quietly, holding her tightly to his frame. Nightshade felt her vocal processors freeze up, the stinging in her optics was getting worse, and she was shaking even harder, and then suddenly she was sobbing into Ratchet's chest plate. He led her over to the couch and gathered her on his lap.

"Nightshade, love," he started but was unable to finish. He could feel her sorrow eating away at the edges of his spark and suddenly he felt like an absolute slag-head for hurting her.

"I'm so sorry for hurting you, please forgive me, I never meant to hurt you," he whispered gruffly, trying to keep his voice steady. Nightshade sniffled and hiccuped and Ratchet held her tightly for a few more minutes.

"Nightshade?"

"Yes, Ratchet?" She curled up in his arms, his warmth making her a bit drowsy.

"I...I wanted to ask you if..." He faltered before falling silent. Nightshade stirred slightly and met his optics. She reached up and gently ran her fingers across his cheek. He leaned into her touch and sighed gently. Ratchet steeled himself - he could do this.

"What's wrong, Ratchet? Are you feeling ill?" Nightshade felt his chest plates for elevated temperature.

"No, no, it's not that," he said quickly.

"Then what's bothering you?" Nightshade said, biting her lower lip softly.

"I...I wanted to know if youwouldliketobondwithme," he finished quickly, blushing, and refusing to meet her optics. When she stiffened in his arms he added on quickly.

"If you don't want to, that's okay," he said, noting how she tensed slightly. He loosened his grip slightly and tried to control his processes- he wasn't processing his actions logically. He was computing with his interfacing unit (which was currently ordering him to mate with the female), not his logic center. He was pleasantly surprised when she reached up and tugged his head down for a kiss. After a few minutes of passion filled kissing, he drew away, trying to gather his wits about him.

"Nightshade, if we keep doing this-" She put a finger over his lips, silencing him with a quiet 'shush'. She took his hands into hers and pulled him with her, toward his room. He stopped and gathered her close.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Her response was a shy nod. She squealed as she suddenly found herself in Ratchet's arms, being carried into his bedroom. Nightshade couldn't believe it - she was about to bond with her mate!

Once within, he gently set her down on the bed and shut the door quietly. She felt her pump flutter as he drew closer. He seemed shy, unsure of what to do. She almost snorted at that thought - Ratchet always knew what to do, no matter what the situation was! He slowly edged onto the berth and she giggled. He was worse than she'd been for her first kiss...

"What?"

"You're acting as if though I'll snap at you!"

Ratchet was having a hard time containing himself as it was. His spark was pouding away in a nervous tizzy. Even though he'd overloaded plenty of times in front of a crowd before, he'd never given himself completely.

"Well, I don't want to frighten you-"

He was interrupted by the femme grabbing the grill that covered his chest and pulling him toward her. He landed on his hands, on top of her. Ratchet almost rolled back off of her but she wrapped one long leg around his waist.

"What-"

"Shut up," she said, placing her lips over his and kissing him roughly. Ratchet's optics widened. Since when was Nightshade this bold?! Never mind that, he decided, and lost himself in his love's embrace. He felt his interface unit boot up, a sudden but dull wave of heat spreading across his armor. His computing center squashed any coherent thought he may have had when he felt hers respond in the same manner.

Nightshade moaned into his mouth when his hand trailed up the back of her leg slowly, caressing her thigh with feather-light touches. His hand continued its journey, past the joint in her hip, tracing her abdominal ridging, and tweaking a nearby sensory receptor. Nightshade had arched into him when he'd found the sensory node, hissing his name softly. He placed a chaste kiss on her lips before moving down to her throat, nipping softly at a few exposed wires. His hand continued upward, slowly trailing across her chassis, making the femme tremble.

Nightshade removed her hands from his shoulders, nudging him slightly. He pulled away, curious. The curiousity was replaced with surprise as he suddenly found himself on his back, Nightshade comfortably straddling his abdomen. He raised one optic ridge. He was about to flip them over to resume their activities...but he let it go. He wanted to know what Nightshade had in mind for him.

She began by dipping her tiny fingers into the gaps of his armor, stroking wires and dragging her fingertips across chips and exposed wires. Her fingers gently brushed against his freshly healed wounds and he flinched slightly. Nightshade placed a soft, gentle kiss on the newly replaced peice of armor. Then she trailed her glossa softly across the weld scars, tracing each and every one. He gave a soft moan, arching into her touch. Her hands traveled up to his shoulders, teasing the hydraulics that made up his upper arms. He purred contendedly and she pouted, trying to find his sensitive spots. Her hands slipped down once more, trailing down further. She straddled his thighs, bending down to trail her glossa along the raised edges of the plating. He groaned as she started sucking at the edges, his hands flexing into fists. She smirked against the smooth metal that graced his body. That was a rather splendid response. She drew lower until her fingers were buried in the cables that led to his interface unit, her glossa skirting away the very sensitive wire port. He cried out her name, arching off of the bed as he almost overloaded.

She smirked up at him, circling the port and cables with her glossa, suckling gently. Ratchet looked down at her, sudden hope flooding his optics. He clenched his fists, hoping to Primus that she would and wouldn't do what he thought she was about to do. If she did he'd overload without her. He felt her move and he shuttered his optics, his spark fluttering.

She dipped her glossa into the port, sucking. Her hands began to squeeze and massage wires and lines in his pelvic region, making the mech howl in ecstasy as his systems overloaded and rebooted. Static danced over his frame as he shuddered. He lay still for a few minutes, trying to steady his shaking limbs. Nightshade crawled over his frame as she settled, sitting comfortably on his abdomen, while trailing her hands down his chest.

Ratchet groaned softly and reached up to her, firmly grabbing her, and flipping her underneath him.

"How on Cybertron did you learn to do something like that?"

He could have sworn that Nightshade blushed a little under his questioning look.

"Uhm...Chromia."

Ratchet stopped his questioning there. He did not want to know what Chromia did to Ironhide.

He instead began tracing the femme's armor lightly, his bulky digits unable to slip into the seams. Undeterred about their relative size difference, he used his glossa, much to Nightshade's pleasure. One hand slipped underneath her, tweaking the one wire at the base of her spinal relay while the other hand started massaging her interface unit. She mewled his name and arched into him, clutching at his shoulders. She didn't know where else to put her hands, feeling like if she let go of him he'd go away and leave her
unfinished.

Just his mere touch was enough to send her spark fluttering wildly against its box, demanding to be united with his. She whimpered softly as her climax approached. Ratchet continued his ministrations while settling on top of her. He kissed her once more, wordlessly telling her that this was it. There was no going back now. He used one hand to pull her hips toward his, gently thrusting himself towards her, locking their interface ports together.

At first she didn't feel anything different but then hissed when the link finally uploaded. He was pure passionate fire between her legs, making her hiss and arch against him to try and lessen some of the heat. He pressed her back into the berth gently, kissing her hotly, almost overwhelming her with his barely constrained passion. Nightshade gasped softly as she felt him send her a few files. It felt good. They began streaming information between the two of them, a feedback wave of pleasure making them both moan.

Nightshade ran a hand down his chest, meeting his optics. He looked a bit surprised, but he nodded, parting his chest armor for her. She gasped at the brilliant blue light that bathed her features. His spark was powerful and bright, brilliant and warm like the star that Earth orbited. The rest of the room was suddenly dark and she reached up tentatively. When Ratchet made no move to stop her, she hesitantly stroked the edge of his spark box casing. He let out a delicious sounding little noise and arched into her touch.

"Will you bond with me?" he asked quietly, his voice filled with hope. She nodded shyly, smiling up at him.

"My spark has been ready for yours since the day we met," she said quietly, tracing his strong jawline with her petite fingers. He smiled down at her and kissed her gently. Suddenly shy, she opened her spark box. Ratchet's optics were wide with awe at the flash of brilliant blue light. Her spark was nowehere near as big as his, and instead of a blazing fire, it flashed as cold as ice. He gazed upon it with nothing short of raptuous longing and desire. His optics darkened when he realized that her spark was throbbing as quickly and eagerly as his. It was just as beautiful as she was, both on the inside and outside. Ratchet couldn't believe it. After all this time, he'd finally found his spark mate. He lowered his chest to hers slowly.

Their chests made contact. For a brief second nothing happened, but then she let out a low sob as their sparks merged, becoming one, suspended in the cavity of their chests. She'd never felt anything like this, it was pure contentment. Pleasure took a back seat as their minds, their very essence became one. His spark was bright and warm, hers was cold and shimmering. Two seperate consciousnesses became one and they explored one another, feeling each other through their newly established bond. His presence within her was commanding and powerful but stubborn and gentle. The only thing that they could comprehend were their silent promises to one another.

She flooded their link with all the love she could possibly muster, sending him as much of herself as she could put in their bond, and he reciprocated the action, giving her all that he could. Nothing was kept a secret during those few, crucial minutes as their sparks remained melded together. She knew everything and he knew everything and yet they knew nothing. They strained to know the other, reaching into each other's mind and very soul.

Any petty worries that the either of them may have had disapeared. Everyone else on the base disappeared. The war was gone. No one else existed but the two of them, suspened within one another. Even time seemed to slow. The linking of their sparks may have only lasted ten or so minutes, but to Nightshade, it was not long enough. It never would be. Not even eternity would ever be enough for her to immerse herself in the love and protection that her mate would provide for her. Their bond started to take a turn from peaceful and loving to passionate and pleasurable.

She hissed as their interface units came back online, having been temporarily off-lined in favor of bonding.

While the initial mating may have been pleasurable, it was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. The burn that was there was returning, but turning into the feeling of "Ratchet-needs-to-get-his-aft-in-motion" . Ratchet gently but nimbly began stroking her body, rekindling the passion that had been buried in favor of initiating their spark bond. He pulled his chest away, only to thrust against hers gently, almost experimentally. She let out a long, low cry, echoing Ratchet's soft moan. He continued thrusting his chest toward hers, one arm underneath her. She mewled and clutched at his shoulders, wrapping her legs even tighter around his waist, as they both writhed in ecstacy.

Her climax started suddenly, the waves of pleasure coming faster and harder, until she felt her entire frame tense up. Ratchet crashed his chest onto hers as she overloaded, almost frying a circuit or two in the process, and screaming his name. Ratchet followed shortly after, shouting her name and shuddering.

They lay still for a moment or two before they actually felt it. Their bond. Nightshade reached tentatively for him through their link, a soft nudge, and was rewarded with a short burst of love before he fizzled out, completely spent. He lay down beside Nightshade, pulling her into his arms firmly.

She kissed the tip of his nose and curled into his arms, tucking her head in the hollow at his throat. She heard him mutter something softly and she giggled.

"Mine."

He rumbled softly as his systems began shutting down. Her systems followed shortly after his, warmth drifting throughout her body.
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