Gift Fic for: Namekiansgottalovethem

This was Namekian's Idea- gave me a basic plot summary, and I am writing the story. While I may take some artistic liberties, the basic concept was not created by me. I am just writing this with Namekian's permission. Enjoy!

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Once again, the bright lights and the disinfectent smells of the med bay struck the young, yellow bot like a slap in the face. Bumble Bee cradled his left arm to his chest as he made his way to the medical berth. Sliding on, he positioned himself to be comfortable- reattaching an arm wasn't a super quick fix. Bee was in some pain, but he knows the medic will soon give him relief.

"What did you do now," Ratchet said as he spun around and greeted the small yellow bot.

"Heh, if you think this looks bad, you should see what I did to the other one!" Bee exclaimed, but Ratchet only gave him the look.

The medic grabbed a clean rag and cleaned off the main cable to the injured arm. Picking a syringe off the tray, Ratchet gently injected some pain killers into the shoulder joint.

"There," Ratchet exclaimed. " You'll be numbed up pretty good while I fix your arm."

"OK," Bee said, trusting his long time friend. Bee knew the medic before the war, and their friendship had developed almost instantly when they first met way back when. The two easily got along, and Ratchet had proved himself over and over again to be a very trustworthy bot. Yes, the old mech tended to be grumpy, but Bee knew deep down how much the other really cared.

The medic worked fast, hands weaving and gently returning wires to where they belonged and pushing the metal plating back into place. All the the while, Bee didn't feel a thing. Quicker than expected, Ratchet soon was testing out the patient's range of motion, asking him to bring his arm out, bend the elbow and rotate his wrist. The yellow bot enjoyed the soft touches Ratchet always gave. Once satisfied, Ratchet nodded to himself, and began to wipe down his tools.

"Is everything else alright? The CMO asks.

"That's all that is majorly wrong," Bee laughs as he gets up from the mediberth, making sure to give the medic the view of his new decal. With a slight grimace, Bee spoke. "Look what other battle wound I got."

Ratchet squinted his eyes, expecting to find dented plates or something scratched up. Nope. What he saw was 'Open 24/7' scraped into the other's aft. His jaw dropped in shock.

"I got him back though," Bee said laughing. "I wrote Cum Dumpster on his aft."

The way Bumblebee said his reply, along with how nonchalant he remained over the writing, made Ratchet bust out laughing, the kind with optics fully closed and soon you have to clamp your side from a stich kind of laugh. Catching his breath, Ratchet questioned his small buddy. "Who was it?"

"Skywarp," Bee replied, leading them both in another onslaught of chortles. It was nice to see Ratchet crack a full smile. It reminded Bee of before the war when they would hang out all night, watching silly pod casts, and just cracking jokes about it left and right. Before the several vorned war, the medic wasn't as uptight and cranky. But Bee understood that war can change a bot. It must be hard for Ratchet to see so many friends and allies come in with injuries- some so severe that even working all night wasn't enough to save their lives. Seeing the medic laugh made the yellow bot happy.

"Oh man, can you imagine the look on Screamer's face when ol' dumbo returns with with that on his aft?" Ratchet said and reached for a buffer. "Here, let me get that for you. You'll have to be repainted in the back too" He beckoned the yellow bot to get back on the berth and to lace face down.

Throwing his hands up, Bee replied, " It's OK Ratch. I don't want to burden you with it." There it was again, the look. "You worked hard to fix a lot of bots today. I'll get someone else to buff it out, perhaps Sunstreaker. He owes me one anyway."

"Right," Ratchet says sarcastically. " I somehow imagine that you'll just have to come back here to have me buff it out anyways, Bee. I think Sunny will just make it worse. And you know I am right."

Deep down, Bee knew Ratchet was right. Sunstreaker would find a way to make it worse for him, probably would add his own personal touch to it. With a sigh, Bee shyly climbed back onto the berth. "OK. You win, I give in." Unfortunately, the medic was right. However, Bee just didn't want Ratchet touching him down there. Not because Ratchet wasn't an appropriate medic- 'Primus that would be kinda hot' Bee thought quickly to himself- See? He didn't know if he could control his feelings with his secret crush touching him so close to his intimate plating. Bee hid his blushing cheeks by burying his face in his arms.

"I'll get this graffiti off you and repainted in no time, Bee." Ratchet said and eagerly got to work. The first thing he did, was to work the dent of the aft plating so the buffering would be easier. Carefully, the medic snuck a finger under the metal, unintentionally pressing against the sensitive wires and tried to push the metal straight again. The dent was proving to be stubborn, and soon Ratchet was pressing much harder, leaving Bee to bit his lip to hold back a moan. Primus, the pressure on the wires was turning him on!

"Almost got it," the oblivious medic said. "Here, spread your legs apart some." He placed his other hand on a thigh to guide them out.

Bee complied, but not without thinking of how hot it would be had the medic asked him that in order to interface him. His cheeks felt hot and he knew he was blushing. He felt a second finger slip in, and with a strong yank, the metal popped flat again. Upon feeling the two fingers withdraw, it was all Bee could do to not let a sound escape his vocalizer. Luckily he remained silent, however, he felt his valve produce some lubricant, and could only hope it wasn't enough to sleep out of his closed panel.

"There, that wasn't so bad," Ratchet said. He grabbed a buffer, flicked the switch on, and placed it to the yellow bot's aft. Some pressure was applied, and the buffer vibrated against the metal as it started to take off the scratches. It also vibrated the sensitive wires, along with the now aroused valve.

'Scrap!' Bee thought to himself as he felt more lubricant run down and collect at his interface panel. It would just be a matter of time before the fluid seeped out! And when more pressure was applied and fingers would brush away the chipped off paint, that's just what happened. Being turned on by the ministrations of the buffer, Bee's valve was producing copious amounts of lubricant in which had no where else to go but to leak out and run the front of his hip plating. For Primus's sake, Bee hoped Ratchet wouldn't notice! He tried to scoot his hips down and to bring his legs back together, however, Ratchet had knelt over one leg for better leverage, and feeling the yellow bot's leg smack against his, only brought the medic's attention to the issue.

Ratchet immediately stopped buffering, and spoke. "I'm sorry Bee. I, ah, I really am." He stepped away from the berth and watches as Bee Turns himself over, the leaking fluid now running down a thigh and pooling on the berth. "You know, I didn't... Didn't realize that-" Ratchet mutters on with his apologies and offers a hand to help the yellow bot off the mediberth but notices the lust in Bee's eyes. The tint of blushing on the young bot's cheeks and the way he bit at his lower lip was just so alluring to the medic.

Without even realizing it, Ratchet approached the yellow bot and gently brushed his fingers across the blushing cheeks then to travel down to brush a thumb across the soft lips. Playfully, Bee flicked the tip of his tongue out to tease the finger. The medics engines revved, and he pulled the small bot in a light embrace. Ratchet lent forward, licking at his lips as he slowly dipped his head in close. Bee followed suit, puckering his lips, closed his optics and lovingly placed his hands upon Ratchets chest while eagerly anticipating the kiss.

The kiss never came. Bee felt the warmness leave as the caressing hand was moved away. Letting out a small whine, Bee opened his eyes and watched as Ratchet backed away from him. A worried expression was painted on the CMO's face as he nervously looked at the floor.

"You should go," Ratchet said. Bee attempted to change his mind, but Ratchet just held his hand up. "You need to go, Bee. I don't want to, well, take advantage of the situation. You got accidentally worked up, and a good friend, such as myself, wouldn't take advantage of you."

"But Ratch! It's OK," Bee exclaimed, taking a few steps forward, but paused in shock when the medic backed up himself. Desperate for the older mech's approval, and to help calm the nerves, Bee shouted out what he wanted to say for so very long. "I love you Ratchet."

"You don't mean that," Ratchet replied. "You don't realize that your emotions are playing games with you while you are so aroused, Bee. I seen this happen before, and trust me, I don't want to hurt you."

Bee opened his mouth to complain, but it was pointless, for the medic already spun on his pedes and was heading towards his private quarters. Bee let out a frustrated sigh, and with his feelings hurt, left the med bay with his aft devoid of any yellow paint.

Once in the privacy of his own quarters, Ratchet let out a huff of air. He was sorry to have hurt his friend, but he wanted what was best for him. He couldn't have meant what he said, and even if he did, his yellow, cheerful pal could do so much better then an old, grumpy bot such as himself. Ratchet felt he would just bring the happy go lucky down into his own bitterness if anything romantic was brought to the plate. Not only that, Ratchet didn't want to hurt the much smaller bot, be it mentally or physically.