Chapter 25
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Transformers in any way, shape, or form. Except for my OC's…and specific things. :D
Oh, by the way – VioletLight has the most amazing story about a femme named Nightshade. You guys need to go and read it. Oh, and my Nightshade and her Nightshade have no connection whatsoever, just so y'all know. :D
Warning: There is het!smut and implied smut in this chapter. Enjoy!
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"Ratchet…don't make me come in there."
"G'way…I'm fine…" Nightshade heard him make a spluttering noise and his engine rev quietly. Then she sighed heavily, leaning her forehead onto the door. Ratchet was stubborn, alright, but with a bad case of overexertion? Primus help them all.
"Ratchet, seriously. You don't sound so good. Please let me come in?" Nightshade leant into the door, listening intently. She heard quiet muttering before the lock on the door disengaged, the loud clunk echoing quietly around the apartment. She pushed the door open and found Ratchet back in the shower, steaming hot water pounding over his weary frame. She clucked disapprovingly before reaching over to shut the water off.
"Ratchet, go get under the drying hood. We'll get you dried off and in bed," she said, tugging the mech from underneath the shower head. He protested weakly, mumbling quietly that he was fine.
"No, you're not. Get under the drying vent, now," Nightshade finally snapped, pointing at the object. He grumbled and obeyed, shaking stray droplets of water from his frame like a wet dog. Nightshade squealed angrily, glaring up at him while she turned the vent on as high as it would go. Ratchet purred quietly, sinking against the wall, melting like a handful of putty. Nightshade then began drying him off, muttering about a certain irresponsible mech and overexertion. Ratchet ignored her and scooped her into his arms, also ignoring her screech of indignation and protest.
"Put me down-Ratchet-oohh…" His glossa started doing very interesting things to that one power line just beneath her collar armor, eliciting a few breathy moans from the femme's vocalizers. His mouth components then left the line, traveling slowly along a nearby sensory cable, nibbling as he went. Then he peppered her jaw line with kisses before he moved upwards, nipping at her lower lip before slanted his mouth over hers. Nightshade let out a soft moan, trying to pull away from him.
"Ratchet-you need to go to the med bay-stop it," she slurred, his glossa slipping past her lips once more. He ignored her, preferring to capture her mouth with his instead. She pushed him away, paying no attention to the low warning rumble she received. Ratchet sighed heavily before setting Nightshade back down on her feet. She grabbed his hands and tugged him to their berth. Ratchet, being the mech he was, took it the wrong way. Nightshade squawked when Ratchet wrapped his arms around her, tugging her down onto the berth beside him.
"Ratchet, as much as I would love to bond with you right now-ah!-you need to get to the med bay! Get off!" Ratchet made a soft whining noise before he stretched out on the berth. As a result of his action, he now covered ninety percent of the berth, leaving no space at all for Nightshade. She let out a huff as she realized that she was now buried under several tons of happily purring mech. She grumbled quietly before wriggling out from underneath him, ignoring the rather suggestive comment he made.
Just when she thought she was free, he wrapped an arm around her and tugged her close to him. His rumbling purring grew louder and his hands started to stray once more. Nightshade slapped his hands hard, hissing at him to keep his hands to himself. If only he acted this way when he wasn't sick, she thought wistfully, imagining all the things they could do once he was feeling better. Ratchet made a soft whimpering noise before settling down. His recharge subroutines won the fight and he sank into recharge.
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"Yup, it's official. The boss has a nasty little virus. That's what you get for overworking yourself, Ratch. I told you to recharge more or else your files will corrupt themselves, but do you listen to me? Nooo. Of course not. Nothing I ever have to say is important." Moon Racer was on a tangent, muttering like a demon as she puttered around the medical bay, reading scans and gathering supplies. Ratchet was lying on a berth, making soft whining noises. His engine hiccupped and revved, making the mech groan quietly. He was the epitome of pitiful right now, curled up on his side and clutching at his tanks. Nightshade was sitting beside him, stroking his helmet gently.
"This patch will fix him right up, but he'll need a day or two for his systems to reinitialize themselves and reboot," Moon Racer said, sending Ratchet a positively evil glare. Nightshade giggled quietly – now Ratchet knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of a medic's wrath!
"You'll need to keep an optic on him. Make sure he gets plenty of rest," she continued, emphasizing the end of her sentence. Nightshade shot her an innocent look, pretending to not know what Moon Racer was talking about.
"Don't give me that look, Nightshade, you know exactly what I'm talking about," Moon Racer snapped, her left optic twitching.
"Moon Racer, how are things with you and Mirage going," Nightshade asked suddenly, a knowing smirk crossing her face. Ratchet groaned and rolled over to face the wall, cutting his auditory receptors off in the process. He did not want to be sick and he did not want to have to listen to femme gossip.
"He's a Pit-slaggin' tease!" Moon Racer snarled, her optics gleaming white. The scanner she was clutching in her hands now sported a lovely set of finger shaped dents. Nightshade made a sympathetic noise, patting her friend on the shoulder gently.
"What do you mean," she asked gently, making a note to punch Mirage the next time she saw him. Moon Racer let out a cry of anger and frustration, slamming the scanner in her hand onto the counter.
"Every single time we're about to do more than kiss, he backs off!"
"Moon Racer…he's…been raised differently than us. Unless you come out and say it directly he won't touch you…something about being some sort of gentlebot." Moon Racer paused, staring at Nightshade as if though she'd grown a second head.
"So this entire time, that fragger…"
"Yes. All you have to do is tell him to shag you and you shall receive."
"RED ALERT," Moon Racer bellowed, a wicked grin crossing her face. Nightshade grinned at her friend, patting her on the back. Red Alert poked his head into the room.
"Yes ma'am," he called out, cringing slightly under the intense glare she sent his way.
"I need you to watch the 'bay for a few cycles…I have some business to take care of."
"What if I've got plans? I'm tired of you two shouldering your work onto me when you're tired of working! I'm sick of it! What if I want to spend time with my mate?!"
"…you have a mate?"
"YES."
"Alright. I'll be back in a cycle or two," Moon Racer said, tossing Red Alert her identification tag. He made a strange noise and marched stiffly from the room, muttering angrily. Nightshade peered curiously after him, hoping that he didn't short circuit his logic center. She wouldn't be able to fix him.
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Moon Racer was proud of herself. With a few well timed compliments and a barrel of high grade, she had managed to get the access codes for Mirage's room (and swore Jazz to secrecy, as well). Now she was crouching in the darkness, hidden poorly by a rather large vase. Mirage was due to be back any minute now. A few minutes passed by in silence. Moon Racer huffed quietly. Where was he?
The door hissed open suddenly and she drew back, wincing at the loud clang her aft made as it hit the wall. Mirage walked into the room, tossing his rifle onto his couch and grumbling the entire time. Listening carefully, she could make out a few words. He was muttering something about the rookies and their inability to shoot. He groaned and stretched, trying to soothe his aching hydraulics. Moon Racer almost fell back onto her aft as she watched the lithe blue male stretch, showing off his wonderfully created body.
Shaking out of her daze, Moon Racer moved silently, sneaking up behind him. He stiffened, sensing someone behind him. Moon Racer shrieked as she suddenly found herself flying onto his berth, his hand at her throat, and a pistol in her face.
"I give! I give!"
"Moon Racer-what are-"
Mirage gasped in surprise and dropped the pistol onto the floor when Moon Racer grabbed onto his hips, roughly pulling him onto the berth. She tugged him down for a kiss, rolling him onto his back. He moaned softly, gripping her waist tightly. Then he pushed her away gently, apologizing profusely for being so bold and whatnot. Moon Racer held up one hand to stem his protests.
"Mirage, either you let me finish what I'm doing or I will walk out of this room and you won't be getting any at all," she growled, her optics glowing white in anger. He nodded, a slow smirk crossing his face.
"But of course, my dear lady," he purred, his hands straying along the edges of her armor, "who am I to deny you your pleasure?"
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"Nightshade, I promise that I'm all better," Ratchet grumbled. Nightshade was currently monitoring his system realignment. She nodded, satisfied with his progress, and disconnected the wires. He looked up hopefully.
"I can leave now, right?"
"Yes, you can. You may be fully fixed, but you still need to rest," Moon Racer said, smirking over at Nightshade. Nightshade rolled her optics before dumping her used equipment in a cleaning bin.
"Yes, Ratchet will get all the rest he needs," Nightshade said.
Ratchet responded by scooping Nightshade into his arms.
"Keep an optic on the 'bay. I'll be back tomorrow, tomorrow afternoon at the latest," he said bluntly, shifting Nightshade slightly in his arms.
"Put me down!"
Nightshade squawked as she realized his intentions, a slow hot blush spreading across her cheek plates. He didn't wait for an answer and he strode out of the medical bay, his strides quick and determined. She began protesting. She could walk on her own, thank you very much, and they were above acting like primitive humans. Jazz grinned wickedly before letting out a low wolf whistle. Sunstreaker and his brother, who had both been walking down the hallway toward the commons room, both stopped and made a few lewd suggestions that made Nightshade's cheek plates glow in mortification.
Mere minutes later, which was an eternity for Ratchet, they arrived back at their room. He gently set her down on her feet before turning to lock the door. The lock slid into place with a satisfying thunk. Ratchet turned to her, advancing slowly. Nightshade backed into their room, a teasing smirk on her face. The teasing smirk soon disappeared when she realized that Ratchet's energy levels had dropped significantly.
"Oh, Ratchet, you've overexerted yourself again, go lay down and I'll get you some energon," she said, moving to the door. However, he planted himself between Nightshade and her only chance of escape.
"Ratchet, move so-"
"You aren't leaving this room until you've bonded with me," he purred, scooping her up and depositing her onto the berth once more. Nightshade squealed as his mouth components started traveling up her inner thigh, his glossa dipping into spaces she never knew existed. Desire pooled in her abdomen at his touch, making her fans stutter in anticipation. Her fuel lines felt like they carried liquid fire, spreading it throughout her entire body. She leaned back to enjoy the ride and mewled his name softly when he found a previously undiscovered pleasure receptor. Then she realized what he was doing. Grabbing a hold of his chevron, she hissed at him.
"Ratchet, you heard Moon Racer, you need to rest-"
"I'm not tired, femme, now let go of me," he growled quietly. Nightshade nearly moaned at the unrestrained passion in his voice, the low rough tone of it sending tremors down her spinal support. She shook her head and tried to compose herself.
"Ratchet, no. You need to-aiiieeeeeeee!"
He chuckled as he continued teasing the motor chip he had just discovered, watching as her tremors abated.
"What were you saying? I suggest you pick very carefully," he said quietly, an evil smile gracing his face plates.
"Ratchet! Stop touching me-oh!"
"Stop touching you? Why would I do that?"
He looked up at her, a shameless smirk on his face. He'd been caressing the plates on her abdomen, nipping softly at the raised edges, while using one hand to stroke any wires within reach. Then he moved slowly upwards, crawling over her long lithe frame.
Nightshade groaned softly, clutching at his shoulders as he moved closer. She pulled him down for a kiss, her glossa snaking past his lips and into his mouth, massaging his glossa gently. The sudden flash of heat from his interface unit booting up almost made her overload right then and there. She had almost forgotten just how addictive mating was.
She had heard from a few femmes that overloading with a medic was absolutely exquisite…and Nightshade agreed heartily. Medics were a special breed; they could do things with their hands that regular mechs couldn't. Their extensive knowledge of the femme body and extremely sensitive hands was almost dizzying when combined with someone of Ratchet's expertise and caliber. Because of that, she had received quite a few jealous looks when she was introduced as Ratchet's bonded. Those errant thoughts disappeared from her processor as Ratchet groaned softly, his optics shuttered.
"Ratchet, are you okay? I knew I shouldn't have let you do all that-"
"I'm just a bit tired," he said quietly before returning to his previous place on top of her. Nightshade clucked worriedly and pushed him into the berth, running a few scans. His energy reserves had dipped below fifty percent. While it wasn't an emergency, if he overloaded he would probably be sent into a miniature stasis lock…and they'd have to deal with Moon Racer and Red Alert.
"Ratchet, you need some energon before you start your recharge sequence," she said, pushing him off and hurrying over to the medical energon that Moon Racer had thoughtfully sent home with them. She gave it to Ratchet. He peered down into the cube, shuddering at the slight green glow it emitted. Then he reluctantly slugged it back in one go. Ratchet spluttered at the aftertaste, glaring at her. Nightshade scanned him once more. His energy was back up to a relatively healthy seventy percent.
"Now start your-ack!"
He had grabbed her hips and tugged her close to him, cutting her off in the middle of her sentence with a searing kiss. She managed to pull away from him long enough to speak.
"Ratchet you're still weak, you're not up to this," she said, pushing against his chest weakly. He growled softly.
"Nightshade you are not leaving this berth until we have bonded, or have you forgotten your promise? Or...should I just punish you now," he purred quietly, suggestively tweaking a pair of pleasure receptors. She moaned and shuddered before snapping at him.
"As much as I would love for you to implement your threat, you're still not seeing my concerns! You can't hold yourself up for much longer, you're stressing your hydraulics and your motor cables! Besides, I wouldn't want you to pass out while we're bonding," Nightshade said, before Ratchet hissed quietly. Then she nearly shrieked as he rolled onto his back, dragging her on top of him.
"This ought to do it," he said cheekily, grinning up at her, "you see? I won't be straining myself then."
"And I have to do all the work?"
"Hey, don't give me that, I've been doing all the work!"
"Shove it," she growled, trying to regain some of her dignity.
"Where would you like me to shove it," he purred up at her, laughing at the blush that spread across her cheeks.
He hooked his hands behind her knees, effectively keeping her in place, keeping her from moving from straddling his abdomen. At her vague protests, he used his thumbs to trace tiny circles on her exposed knee joints. She let out a soft moan, splaying her hands across his chest as she tried to compose herself. Ratchet purred contentedly with her reaction.
Boldly, he moved his hands upwards, using one hand to stroke her pelvic joint, while the fingers of the other moved toward her interface port, stroking and tugging at wires as it went along. Nightshade retaliated, dipping her tiny fingers into the seams and crevasses of his armor. She still remembered each and every single one of his sweet spots, especially the one in the center of his chest. She used her glossa to trace the glyphs inscribed on his chest, nibbling gently along the raised portions of his armor. He cried something incoherent out, bucking against her. Nightshade lost her balance and flew forwards, barely catching herself. Ratchet helped her back up by gripping her hips tightly. He gave her a sheepish smile. To this, she huffed quietly, giving him a mild glare.
Nightshade rolled her optics before grinding her interface port against his, watching as his regal features twisted in agonized pleasure. He whimpered her name softly. The fingers splayed across her back and waist tightened almost painfully, urging her to move her hips a little bit faster. She complied, teasing him mercilessly. He cried her name out once more, very nearly arching off of the berth.
"Night, if you keep doing that I'm not going to last much longer," he whispered roughly, his sentence interspersed with gasps and moans. She gave him a mischievous smirk before leaning down to whisper into his auditory receptor.
"If you want to bond with me you'll make yourself last, Ratchet," she whispered quietly, her glossa snaking out to flick against his receptor at the end of her sentence. He made an interesting noise, something between a moan and a grunt, before he settled back in the berth. A silent mantra ran through his computing center – I will not overload without Nightshade, I will not overload without Nightshade – as she grew more comfortable with being the one to initiate the bond.
"Open your chest plates, love," she said quietly, settling back onto his abdomen. He obeyed instantly, hoping to Primus that she would have mercy on him. She reached out gently to caress the brightly shining orb in his chest. Her spark sang at the contact, almost leaping from her chest to bind itself to Ratchet's. Bright blue light spilled from his chest, outlining her delicate features sharply. His spark burned like white fire at her touch, the light nearly blinding Nightshade. She hissed as the neon blue electricity danced up her arms, a frenzy of snaking energy, directly into her spark chamber. Nightshade almost screamed as the heat pooled in her chest and she writhed, calling Ratchet's name. Her chest plates and spark chamber opened of their own accord, desperately seeking its other half.
She ducked down to press her chest against his. Lightning bolts crackled and danced from their sparks, burning distinct patterns into the cushions beneath them. Nightshade pressed her spark against Ratchet's and screamed as her world exploded in a flash of pure pleasure and light. Their sparks flew together, recognizing one another instantly. The months of separation caught up to them and they both yelled once more, clutching at one another tightly as feedback poured from pent up and frustrated systems. Their love and dedication for one another surged through the icy walls they'd built around their sparks, shattering their defenses.
They lay bared to the soul, stripped of their defenses. Their sparks joined as one, suspended in their chests, flashing and pulsating as a single spark. Nightshade felt Ratchet thrashing beneath her, whimpering her name. She let out a low, muffled sob, ignoring the stinging at her optics as their sparks merged together fully, bathing them in nothing but pure love and contentment.
Then pleasure suddenly surged through their systems. Ratchet almost bucked her off as he tried to bring their interface ports together. She moved again, hissing when his hands guided their ports together. Ratchet let out a circuit melting moan as he gripped her hips even more tightly, rocking against her. Nightshade reached up and pushed her chest against his. Ratchet initiated their connection and she cried out at the sheer unbridled passion he sent to her, making her writhe. His connection was fast and rough, earning a harsh cry of pleasure from the femme.
He drew his knees up, sending the femme forward onto her hands. She pressed her chest against his, shuddering. They began moving in cadence, their breathy moans a testament to their activities.
"F-faster," he begged quietly, arching his chest against hers. She obliged the best she could, moving faster. This wasn't enough for him and he flipped the both of them over, pushing his chest against hers. He began moving at a clipped tempo, his thrusts quick and even. Nightshade arched beneath him, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. She let out a long keening cry as he moved harder and faster, sending her spark into a fluttering frenzy. Writhing in absolute ecstasy beneath him, she cried his name out.
Ratchet nuzzled her neck softly before biting down, ignoring her squeak of protest. Then he eased the sting away with his glossa. The squeak turned into soft moans as he continued his sensual assault to the sensitive circuitry in her neck. Their hands roamed over one another's frames, electricity snapping and sparking in the air between their bodies. Ratchet caught Nightshade's lips once more, his glossa moving in cadence with the movement of his chest.
Nightshade's moans were drowned out by Ratchet's, his entire frame shuddering as he drove his spark against hers again and again. She shuttered her optics as her body started to tense, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Nightshade clawed at his back, leaving streaks of blue paint in their wake. Ratchet's fingers nimbly stroked the wires buried in her back armor, earning a few more heated moans from Nightshade. He kissed her once more, teasing her with a long slow kiss, his glossa slowly caressing the contours of her mouth.
Familiar messages of imminent overload flashed across her vision. She gasped and arched into his chest once more, her whimpers growing louder. Ratchet continued thrusting his chest against hers, grunting softly as his energy began to wane. Nightshade's entire body tensed and she whimpered in anticipation of her overload. Mere seconds later, she overloaded, her scream muffled by his mouth on hers. She arched into him, her fingers digging into the seams of his armor painfully. Ratchet hissed quietly, giving her a low growl as a warning. With one final thrust, Ratchet overloaded, his roar of approval almost deafening her. Tingling heat surged from their interface ports, sending strong pulses of heat through their bodies. They remained entangled in each other's limbs as they rode out their waves of pleasure, each one whimpering the other's designation. Finally the waves subsided, leaving two very happy but exhausted beings on the berth.
Ratchet shuddered before collapsing on the berth beside her, his systems utterly spent. He trembled as he weakly tugged her closer, relishing in their newly established bond. Love and pure joy washed out from both ends, engulfing the both of them. A few tears of joy escaped from Nightshade's optics and she clung to him, both physically and through their bond.
Ratchet only wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close and murmuring soothingly. He managed to send her a short burst of love before he completely shut down. Nightshade shot up, worried, but the soft hum of his systems reassured her. She scanned him. He was back down to thirty percent energy, but he would be fine with a nice long recharge. Nightshade then curled up beside him, smiling when he wrapped his arm around her waist.
She started her recharge subroutines, relishing in the fact that her mate was hers and only hers once more. Nightshade basked in the radiant and powerful presence she knew as her mate for a few seconds before finally giving into the recharge sequence.
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Nightshade and Ratchet cringed under the harsh glares they received from both Moon Racer and Red Alert.
"I specifically told you that Ratchet needed plenty of rest, but did you listen to me? No, no one ever listens to me," Moon Racer growled, slamming a scanner onto the counter. Red Alert followed closely behind, muttering away as he scanned Ratchet.
"Your systems are running on fifteen percent energy. You've managed to blow two fuses and strip a cog. You've also managed to fuse the wires in your chest to your armor," Red Alert snapped, visually examining Ratchet's chest. Red Alert pulled a few meters of wiring from a nearby bin, along with a wire cutting tool and a soldering iron.
"And don't even get me started on what you did to Nightshade! Her shell is melted. Do you know how pit-slaggin' hard it is to melt a femme's shell?! You need to be gentler with her," Red Alert snapped, giving Ratchet the most evil glare he could conjure up.
"But she likes it-"
"One more word, Ratchet," Nightshade hissed, glaring at him.
"Lie down," Red Alert said, examining the damage that Ratchet had done to himself.
"How did you do this to yourself," Moon Racer asked, peeling back the damaged armor from Ratchet's chest. She already knew the answer but had to ask, just for official records. Moon Racer was honestly happy that Ratchet and Nightshade had reestablished their bond but they should have waited – and they should have taken it a little bit more easily.
"I was moving furniture," Ratchet dead panned, his face and tone completely serious. Nightshade managed to hide her snort of laughter as a hacking cough. Moon Racer stopped and stared at him.
"You were moving furniture," Moon Racer repeated, her voice incredulous.
"Yes, that couch was pretty heavy."
"I suppose the couch left streaks of Nightshade colored paint down your back?"
"No, not really. Nightshade tripped over a rug and fell on me."
Nightshade was having some sort of silent fit over in the corner. Cleaning fluid tears were streaming out of her optics and the strangest choking noises were coming from her vocalizers. Moon Racer rolled her optics up to the ceiling and muttered something about Primus and stupid 'bots acting like younglings. Then she turned an evil glare over at Nightshade, who hiccupped quietly and gave her an innocent look before bursting into silent giggles.
"Nightshade, while I'm happy that you and Ratchet have reestablished your bond, interfacing will have to wait until I'm through patching this lug-head up."
"How long will that be?"
"Oh, a few days, at least," Moon Racer said, an evil smirk on her face. She ignored the spluttering from the both of them and started writing up her report.
Nightshade then sauntered over to Moon Racer and whispered something into her audio receptor.
"You wouldn't dare," Moon Racer snarled, her optics starting to glow white.
"Oh, yes, I would," Nightshade said sweetly.
"…fine. He'll be out in less than a day," Moon Racer growled, shoving equipment back to their proper places.
"Thanks, babe," Nightshade said brightly, walking back over to Ratchet and settling beside him.
"What did you say to her?"
"I threatened to cash in on a bet that Mirage owed me…and I was going to make him swear to not interface for the next two months," she said quietly, smirking.
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Ehehehe. I'm sorry this took so long, but I was studying for my SATs and four other AP classes….and I'm starting an internship with CareFlite in a few weeks, so I can't guarantee quick updates. Sorry :(
And I took a picture of Megatron in a dress. Heehee. If anyone wants to see it, drop me a line and I'll send ye the link. ;D
Litahatchee - totally forgot to answer your question. No, she can't catch the virus from him because he's got corrupted temp. files. :O