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No Particular Reference
By : LeavesofMyself
Category: Transformers > G1
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A/N: This is a continuation of the Grimlock and Megatron tidbits.
Chapter Warning(s): Slight explicit content (not in the form of interfacing) and mild violence.
Chapter Rating: Very light T (to stay safe)
Pairing: Grimlock/Megatron, uke!Megatron (set in Animated universe)

"I am not your mate," Megatron muttered for the umpteenth time that hour, his right optic twitching in irritation as he quite literally stumbled through the thick forestry of Dinobot Island, "so quit following me."
Megatron paused and turned in mid-stride, his dulled and exhausted optics glaring at the large mech behind him, anger quickly bubbling as Grimlock merely ignored his statement… again. Grimlock simply stood there, waiting for his mate to proceed toward their destination, a smirk of amusement stretched across his facial features. In a fit of undulated rage, Megatron lifted his fusion canon and fired, sending a surprised Grimlock sailing through the air and into multiple trees before he landed in a heap. Megatron, satisfied with Grimlock's now smoldering and, most importantly, immobile form, pushed onward, his pedes leaving distinctive imprints behind him in the moist ground.
The heavy silence dragged on as Megatron moved toward the outer banks, his processor detailing every moment of the past few days. His heat cycle had been seemingly endless. Not long after that Autobot medic, Ratchet, had warned him that his heat had only just begun, he had re-entered heat within minutes of said warning. The next thing he had known, a rather large and slightly crazed Grimlock had come storming into the opening with Optimus following not far behind, protests spouting from his lips as he tried to rein Grimlock back to the others. Grimlock had only snarled a dangerous warning before he locked eyes with the medic, who, after glancing at the warlord, backed away slowly, so as not to raise alarm. Grimlock allowed Ratchet to slip by him but not without a complimentary snarl, letting the amused medic know that Megatron belonged to him. Moments later, the grey warlord had found himself shoved back into the tree he had been resting on and fragged continuously until both mechs had passed out from exhaustion. The next three days had proceeded much the same.
Megatron, lost in processor, did not realize he had reached his destination until he felt finger tips lightly brush his armor plating, just over the dent he had received during his brief battle with the current bane of his existence that had started… everything. Megatron glanced Ratchet and nodded in acknowledgement.
"Go wash up in the lake, I'll get my tools," Ratchet offered as he walked towards his temporary camp. Megatron moved towards the edge of the water, his processor still preoccupied with the latest events.
Ratchet had chosen to stay behind on Dinobot Island, reasoning with his team that it would currently be better if he was closer to the warlord due to the mech's current situation. Optimus was hesitant, fearing that Grimlock would disapprove of his presence. Ratchet had calmed his worries with stating that he would make camp well away from the duo. Megatron snorted in annoyance, greatly disliking the idea that the medic thought he needed a 'babysitter'. He may have been in heat, but he could still take care of himself. He was Megatron after all.
Momentarily silencing his thoughts, Megatron waded into the lake until the water lapped calmly at his mid-thighs. Reaching down, he scrubbed at the dried lubricant and transfluid that stained his armor, wincing as the sensors there fired off rapidly, causing a suppressed ache to spread throughout the tender area. Once finished, Megatron moved back onto the shore and glanced at the edges of the thick forestry, searching for the mech of his current predicament. Seems as if he was still immobilized… Good. Megatron wasn't in any mood to see the mech right now.
"Alright, get over here so we can get this over with. I've been here long enough," Ratchet barked, shifting impatiently from pede to pede, a thread of annoyance lacing through his electromagnetic field.
Grumbling at the disrespect, Megatron moved toward the medic at a leisurely pace. Ratchet huffed, his ire raising as the grey mech took his time.
"Sometime this solar cycle, princess."
Megatron growled in warning, his arm attached to his fusion cannon twitching. Ratchet only smirked back at Megatron, completely disregarding his threat.
Just as Megatron reached the red and white ambulance, Grimlock came bursting through the trees, optics instantly locking onto Megatron's exhausted frame. The T-rex moved swiftly to the mech's side and instantly attached himself 'to his hip' as he watched his medic friend, a war beginning inside the large mech as Ratchet began to trail his optics over his mate's form.
Ratchet directed Megatron to sit down on the tarp he had prepared with his body propped against Grimlock's own (an idea Megatron was non-to-thrilled-about) and to spread his legs wide apart. Once they were in position, Ratchet reached forward and opened Megatron's medical access port, plugging in, once more, the diagnostic tool before setting aside as it began to analyze Megatron.
"Open your port covering," Ratchet ordered. Grimlock growled in disapproval, his processor bellowing that only he should ever see that part of the warlord. Megatron snorted and shoved his helm into the mech's face, smirking with pride as the growl tampered off into a hiss of pain. Ratchet merely rolled his optics in their housing as he cleaned Megatron's port. Just as he had earlier that week, Ratchet, non-too-gently shoved his fingers into the sore port, drawing a low whimper from Megatron, which, in turn, caused Grimlock to snarl in anger.
"What's wrong princess? Sore?" Though the phrasing seemed mocking, Ratchet's tone was all too serious.
"Very."
Ratchet frowned but wasn't the least bit surprised. Megatron, from the information he had already gather from the mech, had gone through a rather unusual heat cycle (unusual to Megatron anyway). Apparently, the warlord's previous heat cycles had only lasted an Earth day or two, however, this latest one had lasted twice as long.
"I don't have anything to give you for that. You're just going have to deal with it for the time being."
Silence stretched on after that as Ratchet examined the warlord's aching port. Every now and then, the medic's fingers would press into or brush over a particularly sensitive area within the port which caused a wince or another low hiss of pain from the grey mech. When Ratchet finished, he removed his fingers much more gently than he had before.
"Your reservoirs are low again, nothing surprising there. Other than that, you're fine; no tears or rips to the valve lining. Given time, the soreness will ebb away as well," Ratchet paused as he pointedly glanced at Grimlock, who apparently took the hint as a frown stretched over his face and his shoulders sagged in disapproval.
Ignoring Grimlock's 'misfortune', Ratchet lifted his hands and rested them lightly against the small bulge of Megatron's abdomen plating and pressed down, optics focused on his valve, noting, with a frown, that no transfluid leaked from the port. Ratchet reached into his sub-space and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. He lubricated one of his hands before he placed it at Megatron's valve, pausing only a moment to glance at said mech in warning, before he pushed his hand in. The warlord groaned at the pressure but otherwise remained passive. Several more minutes of silence ticked by as Ratchet examined even further in Megatron's valve. The frown on Ratchet's lips grew deeper as he removed his hand and wiped it clean on a rag.
"You're cervical inducer is closed." Ratchet noted, his tone thoughtful.
"What exactly does that mean?"
"Do you know what you're cervical inducer is for?"
Megatron growled, the sound resonating from deep within his frame. "I'm not incompetent."
Ratchet snorted, as if in disbelief, before he continued, "Well, at the current moment, your body is trying to keep Grimlock's transfluid in your gestational chamber. You do realize this is very serious. As you went your entire heat cycle without expelling the additional fluid, you were at a higher risk of conceiving…" Ratchet broke of his thought process as the portable diagnostic tool beeped.
Megatron frowned, his processor racing and his tanks churning.
Ratchet processed the information before he glanced back at the duo, his facial expression giving nothing away. He tapped Megatron on the chest plates, ordering him to open up. Megatron, with hesitation, complied, a knot of dread forming in his spark as the medic looked over his spark with critical optics.
Moments later, Megatron pulled away from Grimlock and turned to face the overly delighted mech. Megatron raised his fusion cannon and fired.

LeavesofMyself: Bwaahahahaha!
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No Particular Reference	By : LeavesofMyself Category: Transformers > G1 Views: 2509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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