story and Prank
Chapter Summary
Hearing other people's stories is not good. Pranks don't help to improve anything.
Chapter Notes
I hope you like this. I'm currently writing a one shot with Bluestreak and Ratchet. And a
romance.
Thavos didn't want to disappoint his friend, so he set off straight away. First he had to find
someone he could ask. He had already tried a few bots, but hadn't gotten what he wanted. Just
a few names. One of them was Jazz, and he was supposed to be in the upper part of the ship.
So far he had learned that Ratchet spent a lot of time in his bunk, but that didn't help him
much.
The upper part was better lit. Down below there was mostly only dim light. That was perhaps
because the officers' quarters were up here. So Ratchet's had to be here too. Thavos wanted to
take a look but didn't want anyone to think he was spying. He had to find Jazz's quarters first.
Once he had it, he looked around to make sure no one was watching him before he rang the
bell.
After a moment the door opened. Jazz came out with a heavy expression, probably having a
bad day.
"What can I do for you? You're Thavos."
Thavos was initially concerned because an officer knew his designation.
"Yes I am. I was wondering if you had a moment."
Jazz opened the door without saying a word. As he stepped through he looked around. It
looked very beautiful. There were pictures, some figures and a large area, which surprised
him. Not what he had expected here.
"So you wanted to talk to me." Jazz said behind him.
"Yes, I wanted to ask you something about Ratchet, something personal."
"Did he throw wrenches at me? That's nothing special." He beamed.
It was probably routine; he had heard a lot about it.
"No, it's not that," Thavos thought about how to say it, "it's just that I would like to know
what Ratchet is like as a person. In private, for example. What does he like, or what does he
like to do?"
"Ohh ho," cried Jazz, "someone is trying to get closer to the paramedics."
"WHAT?" Thavos looked at him in shock, "no, of course not. What do you think of me? I
was just curious."
"Of course. You don't have to worry, it wouldn't be the first time that Ratchet has been
attractive to someone. In fact, there are quite a few who would like to take a ride in the party
ambulance. He's also really good in bed."
"It sounds like you've already tried it. And why party ambulance?"
"Don't you know," Jazz seemed a little indignant, "Ratchet was in the same room as almost
everyone in the academy. And he didn't waste any time here either. Although he's really good,
he has a strange way about him."
When Jazz's mood faded afterwards, there was an undertone in the voice that made Thavos
curious
"So why are you stopping?" he asked quickly before there was no answer. Jazz couldn't help
but grin.
"Well when I had the pleasure I discovered that I couldn't stand properly in the morning.
Ratchet totally smashed me, it was really good."
Jazz came closer to him.
"And between you and me, he likes to dominate. It'll be a great ride for you if you have the
courage."
"I don't want anything from him, but Sandor, he is completely besotted."
"Ah, the bot that keeps tripping when he sees Ratchet. Don't look at me like that," Jazz said,
his face clearly showing how he felt, "everyone could see how he feels. And maybe he should
do something about it before Ratchet starts chasing him. He likes your friend. Believe me,
you don't want to see him drag him away. It happened to Prowl. You should ask him about it
to find out more."
"That sounds good, I'll go and look for Prowl. Where is he?"
"at the shooting range. Good luck to your friend and he should hurry up."
Thavos thanked Jazz and set off straight away. He still had to train anyway, so why not
combine the two.
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Meanwhile, things weren't going any better for Sandor. He had worked late into the night to
make some treats for Ratchet. He had always been a good cook. They were colorful balls
with powder on them, in different flavors. And he had enclosed a note apologizing for his
disappearance. Now he just had to make it secretly to the infirmary.
The doors to the infirmary opened. Sandor had already set off a small alarm that Ratchet was
needed in the cargo bay. So it was no big deal that he stormed past him right after. Sandor
scurried in right after because he didn't know how long it would take.
He was almost at the door of his office, or at least he thought so when he heard a voice
behind him.
"And where do you want to go?" It was First Aid. "How can I help you?"
"OHH," Sandor felt caught, "I just wanted to leave something for Ratchet. I hope I'm not
disturbing you."
First Aid looked at him briefly and shook his oar. "That won't work. His office is over there."
He said and pointed with the numbers.
"Oh, thanks. It won't take long." He set off straight away. Ratchet's office contained a large
desk with several data blogs. A bunk at the back of the room and many cupboards. He
carefully placed the box on the table. There was even a bow around it. When he came out
again, he noticed that something was flickering on the left side of the room; there must have
been a fault. As Sandor got closer, it only took a quick glance to find the cause. First Aid had
followed him.
"Why hasn't anyone fixed it? It must be annoying."
"Ratchet wanted to do it, he just didn't have the time." First Aid took a look.
"Should I help out, I can do it."
"That would be great, in the meantime you can tell me what interests you about Ratchet."
"Am I that conspicuous?" said Sandor as he loosened three screws and removed the paneling
from the wall.
"Well apparently you can't avert your eyes anymore."
"That's right," he started to loosen some wires and turned off lines to avoid getting a shock.
"But for some reason I can't get him out of my head. Ratchet just has great skills and
incredible knowledge. It's definitely fun to talk to him. Although I failed at it until recently.
When I first saw him, I was impressed by his great colors and his strong physique, but also
his self-confident manner. What can you tell me about him? You work together."
First Aid had to smile. "Ratchet also has a very grumpy nature and gets angry quickly.
Especially when his advice is not followed or when someone doesn't behave properly like
you."
"What do you mean?" He quickly shook his hand because he had burned himself.
"You left pretty quickly, before Ratchet could finish your examination. He wasn't exactly
happy. And you avoided him, which he doesn't like."
Sandor looked disappointed, he didn't want Ratchet to think he didn't respect him.
"I'm sorry. I hope he's not disappointed in me. I didn't want to go to him because I didn't
know how to say it. I really like him. He's got something special about him and he's never
really thanked for what he does. That's just my opinion."
First Aid probably noticed that he was getting sad. And he knew that Ratchet found this bot
attractive. What neither of them knew was that Ratchet was already back and was listening to
everything in the background.
"You know," First Aid finally said, "maybe you should just say you're sorry and talk to him."
"Well, maybe you're right. That is, if I dare." He closed the cover again.
"So everything is ready. Now I'll be on my way again."
Sandor quickly stood up and wanted to rush to the door, then he stopped.
"And where do you think you're going so quickly?" Ratchet said. He was standing right in
front of the door with his arms crossed.
"I was just about to... leave Ratchet." Damn, he's stuttering again.
"Ich war kurz davor... verlassen Sie Ratchet.« Verdammt, er stottert schon wieder.
"So fast," Ratchet came closer, "but your examination is still pending and I must thank you
for repairing the line."
Sandor tried to sneak past Ratchet.
"I enjoyed doing it, it's my job. And as for the other things...we don't need an examination...I
don't have time...another time."
Sandor tried to rush past, but Ratchet grabbed his wrist and pulled him to his chest. That was
not good at all. Sandor's spark began to tremble and shivers ran down his spine. He had never
been this close before and he moved away a little. Ratchet didn't miss it. A grin appeared on
his face.
"I'd say you have time," he grinned devilishly at Sandor, "the examination is important and it
will be done whether you like it or not." He dragged Sandor to the nearest couch and sat him
down. He was just about to get up again when a servo landed on his shoulder and he was met
with an angry look. Man, what a charisma.
"Don't you dare stand up," Ratchet whispered darkly, "or I'll have to tie you down and that
will be a pleasure."
Sandor couldn't even tell you how happy he was. He loved that kind of thing, especially in
the bunk. But Ratchet shouldn't know about such games.
"So why an examination?" he asked immediately, "everything has already been done."
Ratchet narrowed his eyes. "With how many falls you've made, some people are worried.
And don't say I'm not doing my job properly."
Ratchet came back with a tray full of instruments. "What you still have to do can wait. But I'd
better not be kept waiting."
He casually played with a syringe, which made Sandor flinch.
"Others had to learn that painfully during their exams and you don't want that, do you?"
"No, Ratchet, of course not." Sandor said submissively.
"Then you will be a good patient now." Ratchet waved the syringe.
Suddenly Thavos pinged him. A message that he had new information. Just in time to escape.
Sandor stood up and wanted to run when Ratchet grabbed him by the shoulders and pressed a
cable on his neck with one of the servos, causing him to fall to the ground.
It all happened very quickly. When he looked up, Ratchet was already handcuffed to his
servo. He didn't look happy.
"So I must tie you up after all," he growled, "it will be a pleasure."
"No Ratchet," Sandor stood up weakly, "that's not it. I can explain."
"I beg you."
"It's Thavos who called. He wants to see me...said it was urgent."
Ratchet looked at him doubtfully and gave him the handcuffs so that they immediately
opened.
He gave him a deadly look.
"I'm serious...please Ratchet...you can ask him...I'll come back."
Ratchet immediately contacted Thavos via the comlink. And Sandor hoped that his friend
was smart to cover for him. After a while Ratchet came up to him and grabbed him by the
arm
"It seems to be true," he said quietly, "but I will not forget the test." Ratchet stroked his chest,
"You will report to me immediately after your shift." He continued to stroke his stomach and
went lower. Sandor shuddered.
"and don't you dare stand me up," now he stroked his hip and his array.
"Otherwise we will both have a very long test ahead of us."
The servo circled around him, tweaking sensors on his hips before coming to rest on his tail,
and Ratchet's expression became very suggestive.
"And don't think that I won't enjoy it. I will check every spot and take plenty of time to
explore this framework."
He pulled Sandor towards him, so close that their hips were together, and held him by the
stern.
"and if you want to walk again, I'll tie you to the bunk so you can't move anymore.
"There are sure to be some places I will explore to make you tremble"
Ratchet stroked his wings, which made him really tremble and elicited a small moan.
"That won't be...necessary..." said Sandor, he was already very weak, "I'll...come...so I
can go now."
Sandor gently pushed against Ratchet and broke free, Ratchet gave him a smack on the rear
which made him squeak, then he ran to the door.
First Aid approached.
"That was a bit of a surprise," he said, "I mean, he's very helpful and very nice too. Most of
all, he really likes you."
"Indeed," Ratchet turned to him, "Well, it's a bit strange since he's always running away. But I
like his submissive nature. I still make use of that. And is there anything else?"
"Yes, he left something in your office."
Ratchet immediately set off there.
There was a beautiful box on his table. There was a card with a self-painted picture of
Cybertron and his name on it. The picture looked really good and had been made with a lot of
effort. When he opened the box, there were Energon cookies inside. Also homemade, Ratchet
couldn't help but smile. It was kind of sweet.
"Man, he really tried hard," First Aid appeared behind him.
"It seems," Ratchet said, saving the cookies for later, "that won't lessen his punishment if he
doesn't show up for his shift."
"You're impossible. Poor little thing. But he'll probably forgive you."
"You better be careful not to end up poor," Ratchet grabbed First Aid and pushed him against
the table. "Otherwise I might take out my anger on you."
"That won't be necessary" First Aid knew only too well what that meant. He had lain over
this table before. Ratchet had given him a great time. When his panel opened he looked up
"Lean back," Ratchet said angrily, "while giving him a shove.
As First Aid lay across the table, Ratchet spread his thighs and slowly licked his valve.
"Hands on the table," he said.
Soon he was licking his valve and massaging his wires. First Aid moaned at him, which
encouraged Ratchet to lick his upper knot. He sucked on it and took his time. As he closed
the doors with a command, First Aid could be heard whimpering.
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Thavos had arrived at the shooting range. Prowl was already there. And he wasn't bad at all.
He grabbed a gun for himself and stood next to him. There were three bangs and when
Thavos looked up he could see Prowl's look. He hadn't missed once. And he had hit exactly
the black one.
"That's really good," Prowl praised him, "we could use more people like you."
"Thanks, I've been doing this for a long time." He thought for a moment.
"I've only been here a short time and was wondering if you could tell me something about a
certain bot."
"Of course, which one?"
"It's about Ratchet," he continued, responding to Prowl's questioning look, "I was wondering
if you knew him well. There's someone who likes Ratchet and he doesn't know how to tell
him that he... well, that he can spend some time with him."
"You mean if Ratchet would like to smash Sandor in his bunk."
"WHAT!" Thavos looked at him as if he were Unicron himself.
"Oh please," said Prowl, "that's not so shocking. Sandor can't look away and accidents always
happen to him when he's around Ratchet. Besides, they say he said Ratchet is just great-
looking and it would be breathtaking to spend an evening with him."
"Tell the whole ship about this," Thavos shouted.
"Calm down," Prowl raised his servos, "did you think no one would notice? So what did you
want from me? It must have something to do with that."
"Yeah," Thavos looked embarrassed, "Jazz said you spent a night with Ratchet and you know
what he likes and what he's like. I thought you could tell me more."
"Of course Jazz," Prowl snorted, "fine then. Ratchet has a very dominant character and likes
to have the upper hand. His word is law in the bunk and his orders are to be obeyed.
He always tied me up. His glossary is incredible, especially when you squirm and can't do
anything. And if he's not happy with you, he punishes you.'
"Punish". Thavos found this unbelievable
"Yes, punish," Prowl's eyes narrow, "he once stuck a vibrator in me and prevented me from
overexerting myself for ages. But luckily that was only once. Even if Ratchet enjoys it, it's
not for me. That's also the reason why most people only stay with him for one night. He's too
devilish. He'd like to have someone he can always play his games with."
"I don't think so" Thavos seemed to be getting nervous. In any case, he would be the right
partner for Sandor. He loved being dominated like that.
"You better believe it," Prowl put his weapon aside, "I heard Ratchet has a whole box full of
toys. And he always wanted someone he could try everything on.
"Sandor is definitely that bot, he just has to find the courage to say something. And that
makes it difficult. He tries to get his attention with gifts, to get him to pay attention to him."
Prowl thought for a moment. "The gift thing is good. But I also have another idea. How about
if he skips his test and hides some of his wounds. Ratchet hates that kind of thing and will
definitely look for him. The best thing would be if he always greets him when he sees him.
That will make Ratchet angry until he drags him to the Medbay himself. I think I know that
from experience."
"I'll remember that," Thavos was glad to have more information. "I should look for Sandor
then, thanks Prowl."
"No problem. And tell your friend to always be submissive. Ratchet loves that."
Thavos went and pinged Sandor. He was a little surprised that Ratchet asked if it was
important. He said it was, then there was silence. He then tried to contact Sandor again.
"WHAT WAS GOING ON?"
"I'll tell you later, did you find something?"
"Yes, but later. I have something to do."
Thavos made his way to the canteen. When he entered the room he saw First Aid. He went
straight to him.
"Hello Aid, what was wrong with Sandor? He was really confused."
"Are you surprised," said First Aid quietly, "Ratchet made a few comments and told him what
would happen if he walked again."
"Oh really." Thavos leaned forward.
"YES REALLY." said a voice behind him. When he turned around he found Ratchet there,
servos on his hips. As if he had appeared out of nowhere.
"Hello...Ratchet." Great, thought Thavos, now I'm stuttering too.
"For Primus's sake," Ratchet ran his servo over the front panel.
"It's enough that Sandor stutters, you don't have to start too. I'm not that scary.
"That's a matter of opinion," said First Aid
Ratchet pointed to a table. "Take your Energon and sit next to me."
Thavos hesitated for a moment. But when Ratchet looked at him, he hurried. At the table, he
hesitated again.
"SIT DOWN," growled Ratchet.
He quickly sat down. Ratchet sat next to him so that he could only get out when Ratchet got
up.
So," Ratchet looked at him. "Now we come to your friend."
"What friend," Thavos tried to avoid it. But Ratchet stifled further words by raising his servo.
"You know who. Sandor. And don't try to avoid me. It's been a long day and you don't want
to upset me."
"Yes, Ratchet," Thavos shrank. But he wanted to see what would happen.
Ratchet glared at him. Then he stood up and grabbed Thavos, lifting him up and throwing
him over his shoulder.
"Ratchet please."
"You'll have plenty of pleases to say."
Ratchet stomped down the hall and arrived in an empty room. He placed Thavos on a row of
crates and sat in front of him.
"Now nobody will disturb us or hear us. Are you going to talk now?"
"Yes Ratchet," Thavos leans back.
"Good," Ratchet seemed satisfied, "because your friend is avoiding me. And I hope it was
important that he left so quickly. If I find out that your friend didn't have an important
appointment with you, you'll have problems. Well then. There are a few things that we both
need to clear up. But to do that, you have to tell me something about him. And you should be
honest."
"And what?" Thavos was starting to get hot. Man, an angry Ratchet.
"What are his wishes in the bunk? What does he like?"
"What, you're not really asking me that." Thavos blushed.
"Yes I do," Ratchet narrowed his eyes, "and I would advise you to answer."
" And if not."
"Then the next test will be very painful. You will want to tell me everything. Besides, I can
do many other things with you here."
Thavos's mouth remained open for a moment.
"Very well. Sandor likes to be dominated...he likes it when...strong partners dominate
him..."
"Go on," Ratchet had placed his servo on his shoulder and was pressing warningly. While the
other one slid to his thigh and was caressing him.
"He also likes to be tied up...he likes to delay the overload." Thavos had to take a breath as
the servo touched his array.
"Come on, there's more. Or do you want me to break you apart first so you can tell him?"
Ratchet ran his hand over his hips and chest and pressed various points, which made him hot.
He dove into the seams and came close to his array again.
"It's fine. He likes all kinds of sex toys...he likes to be teased with them all night long...he
once put a vibrator in himself...and left it in all day. Oh no, I didn't want to say that much."
Thavos didn't have to look down. He knew the lubricant was leaking out. Ratchet had been
massaging him the whole time and was now going over his array again. Then he leans
forward and taps his panel.
"Open," he breathed.
"No, why? You know everything." Thavos blushed.
"So I can see more. You also need a test because you resisted at first."
"No," Thavos said, trying to get up. But Ratchet pushed him back and ran his hand along the
seams of his panel, hacking his servo under the panel. It popped open, revealing the valve.
"No Ratchet," he couldn't help but gasp and then felt his servos being lifted. He was pushed
backwards, then a click and he was tied up.
"You always say no. But soon you'll say yes," Ratchet said maliciously.
He seared his oar and began to lick the valve, licking along his folds and sucking hard until
he worked his way to the knots. His gloss licked and tapped over it, making Thavos wince.
He licked and slurped until his spike was under pressure.
"Oh damn." Thavos blushed.
"I'll enjoy this. Such a beautiful tip," Ratchet grins at him.
Then he licked his spike in long stripes. He swallowed it in one piece and fluttered the tip of
his glossary over the tip of the spike. Ratchet sucked hard on it.
"Damn...I'm going to...ahhhhhhhhj" he overloaded with a punch. But Ratchet continued,
licking his spike over and over.
"oh primus...YES", Thavos couldn't help it. He moaned like a whore. Then Ratchet stopped
licking and grabbed his hips.
When Thavos looked down he could see the medic's spike, thick and ready.
"I hope you're ready for the ride. You're going to give me two more overloads."
"two more," Thavos couldn't believe it
Ratchet put his spike on his valve, lifted one of his legs over his shoulder and slowly pushed
himself in, causing Thavos to scream loudly. One sensor after another was activated. His bio-
lights glowed and with a jolt his ceiling node was hit. Ratchet set a slow pace until he
stopped after a while.
"Ratchet...more please," moans Thavos
"You say more." Ratchet looked at him.
Then there was an incredible feeling, a vibration in his mouth. Thavos arched his back.
"If you've ever had a false thorn, it gets better."
Ratchet sounded smug.
Should that mean that Ratchet's spike was vibrating. Then it vibrated even harder and Ratchet
started to thrust faster. Tahvos let out a loud scream as he overloaded again. But Ratchet kept
going, shattering him completely until he hit the next overload and Ratchet came inside him,
filling him up.
Thavos hung there limply as Ratchet untied his bonds.
"Not bad at all, but I'm saving the special one for your friend, tell him I'm waiting... And if he
doesn't come I'll go after him." With that, Ratchet went out.
Thavos could barely stand on his feet; how was he supposed to tell Sandor?
