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No Particular Reference
By : LeavesofMyself
Category: Transformers > G1
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Chapter Warning(s): Mild language use, mentions of mpreg, and some explicit content (though not in the form of interfacing).
Chapter Rating: T
Pairing: mentions of Grimlock/Megatron (uke!Megatron) [from Animated universe]

Well this is just fan-fragging-tastic.
Megatron stifled the sigh of exasperation that wanted to escape his lips as he glared at the group surrounding Grimlock and him. He couldn't decide what he wanted most at this particular moment, as he watched the faces slip from shock to various other emotions (that bumbling yellow fool scrunched his face in mortified disgust and the medic's slipped into an amused smirk). He was torn between shooting everyone in sight and hoping that a sinkhole would open up underneath him.
Megatron shifted as the Autobots bore into him; he was used to being scrutinized (especially by his Second in Command) but this was ridiculous. He watched as optics raked over his frame, taking in each dirty detail of an 'affair' that should have never really happened. Aggravated, Megatron sneered at his 'audience'.
"Stop acting like sparklings for frags sake!"
His outburst seemed to work, as whatever daze that had fallen over the Autobots was shaken off, glazed and mortified (and a few curious) hazes gave way to clarity. Megatron nodded a little to himself before he glanced at the small circle encompassing Grimlock, noticing how each Dinobot gave their leader praise for, as they called it, a 'good mate'. His crimson optics shifted to Grimlock's face, a frown of irritation forming over his features as he took notice of the smirk plastered across Grimlock's mouth and his attitude that practically screamed of cocky pride. Growling once more in annoyance, Megatron turned to leave and made it as far as the tree line of their little clearing before he was stopped by a servo on his shoulder. Stiffening, Megatron turned to snap at Grimlock but was caught off guard when the servo on his plating belonged the Autobot's overly grumpy medic, who still had a teasing and amused glint to his optics.
"You're not leaving before I examine you."
It took Megatron a moment before the words sank in. His optics hardened, narrowing in on the mech in front of him as he bared his denta in a sneer.
"Do not order me about, medic," Megatron warned as he shook that servo from his shoulder plating, ignoring the medic's glare sent his way. Turning, he went to leave but was stopped, again.
"I don't like repeating myself," was all Megatron got before he felt a slight prick at the base of neck and in the next moment, his legs collapsed out from under him, sending him falling face first into the soft earth below his pedes. A pair of white servos caught him mere moment from impact and lifted his heavy frame. Megatron simply blinked the shutters over his optics, completely taken back by the medic's audacity. Out of the corner of his optics, Megatron noticed Grimlock's stiff form, his frame dancing back and forth as if he were torn between charging the mech pulling away from the group or simply standing there and letting the medic do his job. At the moment, Megatron really wouldn't have minded if the buffoon 'came to his rescue'.
"You all stay here and don't you dare try to peep or I'll weld your fragging afts to your faces! That goes double for you Grimlock!" Ratchet bellowed just before he pulled the heavier frame of Megatron from the clearing. The medic walked several hundred feet into the somewhat thick forest of Dinobot island before resting his 'patient' against the trunk of a rather large tree.
Megatron glared at the mech in front of him, anger seeping into his electromagnetic field as he was rested against the tree. He wanted nothing more than to blast his fusion cannon into that infuriating amused smirk plastered across the mech's face.
"I can undo the paralysis, if you promise to cooperate," Ratchet offered, his optics softening somewhat as he stood above the immobilized warlord. Megatron growled low in his vocal processor, sending a warning. The mech above shrugged and settled between Megatron's stained thighs, causing the warlord to stiffen in apprehension and disapproval.
"I'm not going to do anything," Ratchet offered as he reached into his sub-space and pulled out a few cloths and a small hand-held device (one what Megatron assumed was a diagnostic tool). Just as the white servo moved to touch Megatron's thigh, the warlord let loose a deep, furious growl, his optics dilating to mere pinpoints as they narrowed in fury. Huffing, the medic threw Megatron a glare of his own.
"I said I wouldn't anything, frag it!"
In the medic's moment of annoyance, he reached up and around the base of Megatron's neck and in the next moment; all sense of movement came crashing back into the grey mech's systems. Feeling somewhat relieved that he could fight the medic off if necessary, Megatron sunk back into the tree behind and lazily watched as the medic before him cleaned all traces of evidence of his previous 'activities' before tapping against his covered port. The action, while expected, still caused Megatron to stiffen once more.
"If you do anything funny medic-"
"Oh quit your fragging whining, princess, I'm only going to examine your port. Primus! you're worst at this then Bumblebee!" Ratchet huffed.
Ignoring the insult, for the moment at least, Megatron opened his port covering, unable to stifle the wince that overtook him as the cool air caressed his intimate equipment. Ratchet gently pulled at the warlord's hips, trying to get the mech to slid forward a bit. Megatron, taking the hint, slid down the base of the tree trunk until only his upper back-plating touch the tree. Without saying a word, Ratchet took a fresh cloth and coated it with an antiseptic cream before he gently cleaned the area around Megatron's port. Once finished, Ratchet sterilized his servos before he pushed Megatron's legs wider and closer to the mech so that the warlord's knees brushed against his chest-plates.
"Hold still," was the only warning Megatron got before two digits pushed into his port causing Megatron to grunt at the intrusion. After a few moments of prodding and poking here and there, the medic withdrew the digits.
"You're somewhat dry. You're lubricant reservoirs are low which means it'll take a few hours before your body can replenish what was lost," Ratchet mumbled as he fiddled with the device in his hand. Megatron only relaxed into the tree behind him, ignoring both the medic's comment and the small wave of need rolling through him.
Ratchet reached up and opened Megatron's medical access ports before he plugged his device in. As the device beeped, a clear signal that it was reading the mech's systems, Ratchet punched in a few buttons and set the device aside. He looked back at Megatron and frowned.
"I can tell by the slight protrusion of your amour that your gestation tank is full or close to it. Unless you wish to bare Grimlock a sparkling, I would advise you to drain it as soon as you reach your base; I don't have the proper tools with me to do it here. Incubation period of transfluid is somewhere between a few hours to a couple of days, depending on your heat cycle and when it peaks." Ratchet explained as he periodically checked on the readings from the device, which had yet to complete its diagnostic.
Megatron nodded in acknowledgment, his processor understanding the severity of the advice. All mechs, whether bonded or not, could conceive during a heat cycle as it doesn't require another's spark energy to produce the new born spark. When a mech, or femme, enters heat, his or her own spark engorges with excessive energy and, during an overload, the excessive energy would explode outward, traveling the mech's frame before dissipating (which is why, during a heat cycle, overloads were so much more pleasurable). The result of the 'explosion' of energy could be that a piece of the mech's original spark had separated and would then be nestled in the spark chamber while the protoframe was built in the gestation chamber. If the gestation chamber lacked the necessary amount of donor fluids (the transfluid from their partner) then the protoframe would either abort (if it had already had begun to form) or it simply wouldn't grow at all. The spark would then get reabsorbed into the mech's or femme's spark. This was precisely the reason why many mechs and femmes sought complete isolation from society during their heat cycles; too many unwanted and accidental sparklings resulted from heat.
The device let out a loud, long beep, signaling that it had finished it diagnostic analysis. Ratchet picked up the tool and scrolled through the results, mumbling to himself every now and then; the words to low and distorted for Megatron to pick up on. Several minutes passed by before Ratchet looked up, a slight frown on his face.
"It appears that you're still in heat. Apparently, due to the lack of lubricant in your reservoirs, your systems have, momentarily, rerouted. Once you're reservoirs are at an acceptable level for lubrication during interfacing, you're systems will reroute once more and your heat cycle will phase back in."
Megatron couldn't help the groan of exasperation at the news. Just what he needed…
A smirk played out across Ratchet's features as he continued, "And, judging from your scent and the way your optics are beginning to darken, I would say you don't have much longer. Furthermore, according to the diagnostic run, you'll begin peaking too…" Ratchet trailed off, but the warning was heavy in the air.
Megatron frowned, that hadn't been what he wanted to hear. He was already beginning to feel the tale-tail signs of his heat returning. He had hoped he would have time to make it back to base and empty his gestation chamber before his heat would resume. Now he have to content with waiting, which wasn't the most brilliant plan, as the chamber was already close to full and if his spark did happen to split itself during the 'explosion' of excessive energy, he would, without a doubt, conceive.
Huffing, Megatron closed his port cover and stood, taking a moment to stretch out the kinks in his wiring before relaxing, as much as he could. Ratchet also stood, having taken the opportunity to return his tools to his sub-space compartments while Megatron was contemplating his situation.
"Time to find a new location," Megatron mumbled to himself as he turned to leave.
"Won't work."
Megatron cursed as the medic ruined his chance of escape for a third time that evening. Turning, once again, to face Ratchet, he questioned, "And why not?"
"Grimlock," was the simple answer he received.
"What about the buffoon?"
"He believes you are his mate. He's not going to willingly let you leave Dinobot island, especially not when you're heat comes fully back online."
"I'll just leave before it does."
"Still won't work. I can smell the scent of your heat already."
Megatron frowned, the medic was right.
Fan-fragging-tastic.

LeavesofMyself: Well, it may not be exactly what you were hoping for, but I hope you still like it. Don't worry though, more naughtiness involving these two will appear sooner or later (most likely sooner).
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No Particular Reference	By : LeavesofMyself Category: Transformers > G1 Views: 2509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: See full disclaimer in Chapter 1

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