Chapter 5

Gah, so many text notes… I hate school. OK! On with the story! I'm gonna focus more on the couples now. And Blood Shifter2, I would love for you to help design the sparklings! I know I definitely want mechs, but I might add a few femmes too.

DATTEBAYO! (my favorite word of late…)

The bots, now aware of their situations, retreated back to their quarters.

I/R

Ironhide had been containing his joy until he and his bondmate had retreated back to their quarters. When Ratchet the room, Ironhide enthusiastically jumped up and kissed his medic. Ratchet squeaked adorably as he was nearly tackled by his fraggen 3 ton mate. Seeing how happy his mate was, Ratchet smiled. He knew it had been a long war, and both were way past their primes. He thought he wouldn't still be able to carry sparklings. But here he was, wrapped in his mate's arms, with three healthy sparklings growing in his chassis.

"I can't believe it! We can still have sparklings! I'm gonna be creator!" rambled Ironhide. He wasn't just happy, he was overflowing with joy. He looked at his yellow mate. He, in his mind, saw the most beautiful mech in all of Cybertron. Over taken by happiness and adrenaline, he brought his medics face down for a kiss. He gently pried Ratchets mouth open, and proceeded to explore his mate's mouth. Ratchet moaned and subconsciously started to grind on Ironhide.

Ironhide simply smirked and almost leaped onto the berth, Ratchet cradled under him. He helped himself to Ratchet's neck, and licked the cables gently. Ratchet, meanwhile, stroked Ironhide's back struts, finding all the sensitive spots. Ironhide moaned deeply, and moved down, kissing Ratchets chest as he went down. He rested his helm on the yellow chassis momentarily, feeling the three golden sparks race around their carrier's blue spark.

"You feel them?" Ratchet asked, a servo on the back of Ironhide's helm.

"Yeah, I feel them…" Ironhide said. "Hey there you little sparklings… you probably can't understand me, but just know I love you guys. You're inside your carrier, the best slagging mech in the world. Don't cause any trouble, ok?"

He stroked Ratchets chest plates lovingly. He then sent Ratchet a cheeky grin.

"Now it's your turn for some luvin'." He said, smiling evilly.

Ratchet had a wary look on his faceplates, but allowed his cannon toting mech continue. The medic watched as his mate made his way down to cod piece. He coaxed it off with a few strokes. Ratchet moaned as he felt a finger slowly circling his valve. He whimpered as he felt the finger go inside, the cold metal warming up instantly inside the valve. Ironhide inserted two more fingers, and watched his mate toss his helm back in pleasure. He thrust his fingers in a few more times, and observed the lubricant leaking out. It smelled divine. Ironhide soon removed his finger deeming Ratchet stretched enough. As soon as he did, though, Ratchet suddenly pushed his mate onto his back, and sat on his shoulders.

"Let me do something, please?" he asked. The sparklings had been taking his energy reserves, and he needed to do something! So he turned around, his aft and leaking valve directly over his mates head, and proceeded to get the black mechs cod piece off. He moaned happily when Ironhides spike popped out. He licked the tip of the throbbing piece of metal, tasting precum. He then took it into his mouth, sucking lightly. He stoked the underside on the spike with his glossa, making a tight cavern with his mouth.

Ironhide, his equilibrium chips whirring, opened his optics to see a yellow aft hovering over his face. Grinning maniacally, he grabbed the aft and thrust his glossa into the leaking valve. He licked everywhere, stroking Ratchets sweet spot. Suddenly noticing the suction on his spike, he heard Ratchet moan as his valve was invaded, and felt a delicious vibration go through his spike, and overloaded instantly.

Ratchet mewed when he felt transfluid flood his mouth. He tried to swallow it all, but some made it out from the side of his mouth. He then came too. Ironhide growled as he tasted more lubricant. He lapped it all up eagerly. His yellow mech sat up, and turned around to face his mate. Not wanting to be ridden again, he flipped Ratchet onto his back, and positioned himself between yellow thighs. He eased his spike into the tight valve, and moaned when it clenched down.

"Ah! So big…" Ratchet moaned. He opened his legs wider for his mate to go in deeper. Every thrust felt like heaven. The spike rubbed sensors in wonderful ways, stroking his sweet spot continuously. He encouraged Ironhide to speed up by meeting his thrusts with his own.

"Harder 'Hide, harder!" he nearly screamed as his mate rammed his spike as hard as he could. He could feel his climax coming. The spike brushed the small bundle of nerves in his valve, and Ratchet screamed and overloaded. Ironhide thrusted a few more times, then came as well. He slowly removed his spike from the tight heat, hearing Ratchet mewl quietly.

"Heh, that was awesome." He said, resting his helm near Ratchet's spark chamber, feeling the triplets' race around the blue spark, the energy from the 'face keeping them strong.

"Well of course, it couldn't be anything else but awesome." Ratchet said with a tired smirk, slowly drifting into recharge.

Ironhide wrapped his arm around the sleek yellow waist, and pulled his mate close. He kissed his medic forehead, and drifted off to sleep.

Yay, 'nother chappie done! 19 more ta go! More reviews please! Thank u to all that have read/commented/favorited!