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Bot to Bot	By : DMtehficmonster Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Slash - M/M Views: 3001 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 1
ALERT! This fanfic has been made into a podfic! My very first, whee ^_^

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AN: Heh, this is pretty cute, and semi-pointless. My first TF fanfic I've finished..

Takes place some time after Thrill of the Hunt. Optimus/Ratchet is adorable...
Bot to Bot

by Dark Mrowlidash
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'Because, you can talk.. to me, any time, you know.. bot to bot...'
The moment was replaying in my head, yet again.
"I must have sounded so desperate.." I mumbled to myself, as I sat on the edge of the berth in my chamber.. thinking about the events of the other day, for the tenth time this minute, I'm sure.. "I just don't know how to approach him. It's not a good thing, to hide one's feelings.. and I've always believed in being open with my team.. it's just that.. how can I tell Ratchet about.. how I feel?"
The quiet settled back into the room, and I laid back against the berth, letting my imagination take me away from the problems in the present, into the pleasant, possible future..
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"Ratchet.." I spoke, incredibly close to medbot's face, practically pressing my lips into that grizzled jaw.. "I don't want you to hold anything back.. if there's anything I can help you with, anything.."
"Prime.." he replied gruffly, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.. he wouldn't ever be certain.. this was.. improper.. but I hoped.. hoped a combination of lust and perhaps a bit of mutual attraction, would help him to overcome that.. "Why... me?"
I didn't know what to say. I'd always looked up to Ratchet. At first, I suppose it had more to do with the fact that I was so enraptured with the Great War, and the older bot had seen it.. first hand! He was a link to the past, when Autobots had their greatest moments of glory.. a way to experience those long years past, that sometimes, I wish I had been a part of.. if only for a proper chance to prove myself.
But over time, that fascination began to.. change. No longer was Ratchet just a source of information. I got to know the field medic, rushing through each battle, saving the lives of Autobots in all situations.. but soon, I got to know the real bot behind the image.. the bot that felt for his companions, urged them to hang on, overextended himself and sometimes.. failed in his missions.. each event, all burned into his spark.. I felt like I was tracing my fingers over each scar.. and as I did so, I also felt the urge to try and heal them.. any way I could.
It was some time after that, I began to feel the pull.
In my own spark, a yearning.. I wanted to get closer to Ratchet, ease his pain... after all, he eased mine. The few incidents that had happened in my life were nothing compared to some of the things he had born on his shoulders, and yet here he was, still with us, still fighting for the Autobot cause, in his own way. That strength, I both admired it and depended on it. Ratchet probably didn't know, but just the fact that he was around, made me a better leader. A better Prime.
"Because..." I just didn't know how to express all of that, in any other phrase, "Please, Ratchet.." And my lips would ghost over to his.
He grew tense.. so tense and nervous.. Had he ever bonded before? Did he have desires? I knew that he showed no interest in such things around the team, but that was because most of us were too young for his tastes and much too young to discuss such things with.. But I was older than the others. Sure, we were all young compared to him, but I was still an adult.
"Optimus.." he spoke once the kiss was broken, a rare moment in which he used my name, not my title.. "What could you possibly see in an old med bot like me?"
My optics lit up. What didn't I see in this "old med bot"? He had my complete trust and respect. But I didn't want to launch into detail.. sometimes, I thought if I let him know the extent of my admiration, that I might drive him off.. so instead, I went with a.. different route.. different, but equally true.
"I want you, Ratchet.." my voice grew low and seductive, dragging my fingers along the sides of his face, trailing over his neck, drinking in that sigh of relief.. and that light groan of pleasure. Just as I thought.. "You need to be touched.. Ratchet.. Please.. let me.. I want to make you feel good.."
His resistance began to melt away, as I gently led him backwards.. we were in the medbay, and his examination table provided the perfect location to press against.. Ratchet yielded to me, laying back, letting me stroke every sensitive place on his armor I could find.. occasionally slipping under the panels to rub on the circuitry beneath. I felt gentle sparks leaping to my fingers, a growing current flowing between us...
"Ohh.. Prime.." the older bot moaned and relaxed.. I was glad, he trusted me enough to let go.. at least, for now.. I continued to touch him, just wanting to watch, as all the tension and pain slipped away, lost in the pleasure I created.
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"Mmmm..." I came back to reality with a start, as sparks leapt off my interface panel and lit up my optics.. "Oh.. I really need to take care of that.."
I sighed, staring up at the ceiling, into the dim lights..
One day, I had to gather my nerve. I couldn't keep this up. I needed Ratchet to know the truth, at least.
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This was the moment.
I stood outside the medbay for a few seconds, gathering my courage, reviewing what I was going to say, even as I was mostly coming up blank.. Eventually, I decided against stalling any longer, and pushed open the door.
Ratchet was searching around in some cabinets, getting his medical supplies in order, no doubt. He made a small grunt on acknowledgement and then turned to face me, "Prime," he greeted simply, and our optics locked.
I nearly froze right there. "Ratchet.." I trailed off, looking down a bit..
"Yes?"
"Ah..." my voice grew soft.. and I took a few steps forward, stalling, even as I got myself ready.. "I.. I've been needing to tell you something.."
I noticed his optics visibly widen. Even as I couldn't read his emotions, I felt a little more relaxed.. Ratchet wasn't a naive bot.. he knew what I was going to say now, and I could at least get that far.
"I have.. feelings for you, Ratchet. I have for a while now," I looked directly into his optics, knowing the older bot could see the depth of emotion I was displaying.
"Optimus.." Ratchet began, "..there's no need for a young bot like you to get involved with an old bot like me."
"Why?" I asked him plainly, truly wanting to know, "Why hold back, Ratchet?"
The medic grew suddenly serious, reaching forward, taking hold of my arm, steadying it, "you've got a whole life ahead of you.. you don't need to drag yourself into the past with me. I've got nothing to offer a young bot like you."
I couldn't even begin to explain how wrong he was... "Ratchet, you've helped me a lot more than you think.. and I wish.. you would give me the chance to show you, how much I appreciate it."
With that, I'd made my decision. Taking that final step forward, I closed the gap between us, and pressed my lips into his.
"Mmmph.." what could have been a complaint was smothered by my glossa, as I gently rubbed it against Ratchet's, moaning with need into his mouth.. I felt a crackle of energy, eagerly rising off the red and white frame, the telltale sign of pent up desires..
My fingers slid over Ratchet's back, as I pressed into him, breaking the kiss just long enough to initiate another set, fluttering over his neck.. I knew I probably looked ridiculous.. so flirtatious and needy but I couldn't help it. For a moment, I thought about how this would change our relationship.. would Ratchet look down on me for this? Giving into such a selfish need, so quickly? I pulled back thoughtfully, looking into the optics before me, which were slightly unfocused with pleasure.
The med bot was motionless, and nearly silent, except for the whirr of fans activating.. but I didn't find myself pushed away. I opened my mouth to say something.. apologize, I wasn't sure what it would be, because I never completed the thought.
"...young bots.. always throwing yourselves into things you hardly understand.. but.. I suppose if I'd never taken any risks.. never opened up.. I would have missed out on more than a few good things.."
Then, his hands were cupping my face.. drawing me in..
"..like this."
And we connected, truly connected, for the first time that night.
The kiss was hot, burning, and I couldn't get enough of it. Suddenly, I had given up control, the med bot's heavier frame pushing me back.. and the examination table from my fantasy appeared out of the nearly forgotten background.. only this time, it was me being pressed against it.
"Oh.. yes," I groaned, bumping into the table, being pleasantly trapped between it and Ratchet, his leg placed between mine.. I could have sworn he was purposefully rubbing at my crotchplate.. the buzzing energy down there was building.. "Mmm.. yeah.." I mouthed hazily, laying myself back on the table, unashamedly.
Ratchet leaned over me, much like he would while examining a patient, much closer.. I slowly began hooking my legs around his waist, attempting to draw him in, pull him down to me.. One scorching kiss after another.. I wrapped his glossa around mine, exploring inside as my hands explored the outside. Ratchet's hands weren't idle--he busied himself finding all sorts of sensitive wires to tug on.. he knew my body well, and he was utilizing that knowledge brilliantly.
I felt my lust swelling.. becoming more insistent with each passing second.. my interfacing panels wanted so badly to slide back.. I could feel the heat of my wet, straining, cable, as it pushed roughly against the paneling confining it.
"Mmmm... Ratchet.. I want to..." my words became lost in sensation as expert fingers traced the seams along my pelvic armor, and I could hold back no longer--my interface panels clicked and slid.. and my cable rose hungrily into view, shiny and slick..
"You ever interfaced before?" Ratchet asked me, and I nodded.. I had, a meaningless relationship with a bot who now, took more pleasure out of hurting my feelings than anything else.. I felt a twinge of regret.. having given my first to someone so.. shallow, but then I blocked those memories off and focused on the present moment. That didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was standing before me, optics shining, gently stroking over my cable with a slight smile.
"I figured so.. you seem to know what you're doing, well enough.." Ratchet smirked then, revealing his own stiff interface.. "Good.. that means I won't have to walk you through it."
From that look in his optics, I knew he was referencing a past experience, and I slightly curious.. but before I could voice anything, I felt a pair of warm, lubricated fingers breaching my port, wriggling about..
"Oooh.." I squirmed beneath Ratchet, tensing and releasing.. the look on his face was a mixture of amused and aroused... I spread my legs a bit further.. "Unnnnn.. need you now, Ratchet.."
That was all the convincing the med bot needed, and within seconds, I could feel him pushing against my port's opening, the tip of his thick, red cable sliding into me, followed by the rest of the length. The energy being emitted from our connection flowed directly into my spark, and I arched upward hard, groaning and calling out for the older bot..
"Optimus.." Ratchet's tone was hot, lustful.. as he rocked against my frame, driving his cable deeper, lighting up every sensor inside me, activating some I wasn't even sure I had.. my back was sliding on the smooth metal table, and it seemed like the entire med bay was sliding with me..
"Ohhh.. Ratchet.. oh.. oh.." I lost myself then, caught up in the rhythm of his hips, the steady pulses that were exchanged between our sparks.. this was.. everything I wanted.. and I..
"I'm going to..."
My final words transformed into a long wail.. which was soon silenced by a deep kiss.. Ratchet's glossa sweeping away my cries. I overloaded hard, bucking and whimpering, so very taken by all of this.. finally being able to unite in such an intimate way with the bot I'd admired so very much.. the liquid gushed out of my cable and flew upward, covering my chestplate and part of the table beneath me..
Ratchet overloaded after me, filling my port, before slumping slightly.. leaning against me for support. I sat up, holding him steady, giving him a tired, but pleased smile.
"Ratchet.. that was amazing.." I kissed him yet again and he grunted, kissing back lightly before leveling his optics with mine.
"So I take it you're satisfied?" he asked, his attitude causing me to laugh.
"Yes--for now, anyway.." I answered playfully, nipping at Ratchet's chin.
The older bot backed away a bit, allowing me to rise.. "Come on, my quarters aren't far.. I could use some recharge.. not to mention.. we need to get cleaned up."
I rose from the table and accompanied him out of the medbay, walking quietly down the hall. No one else was awake, the sounds of our footsteps echoed as we made our way to Ratchet's personal quarters.
I realized, as we neared the door, that I'd never actually been inside Ratchet's quarters, I'd only spent time with him in the med bay, or in the common room. This would be the first time he shared this space with anyone, and I couldn't help but feel a bit honored. We paused outside the door, as if both thinking the same things.. and without any warning, gravitated toward each other, holding tightly.. When the embrace finally ended, Ratchet held open the door, indicating for me to follow.
I did, gladly.
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