Ornery Soldiers and Sadistic Medics - Chapter 6

Ironhide poked at his newly repaired hip joint and grunted in satisfaction. It was not perfect but he supposed that was to be expected seeing as how the repair was not carried out by Ratchet's experienced servos. Jolt was getting better but he still lacked the CMO's finesse. He glanced back at said medic's locked office and sighed heavily through his vents. Hours had gone by and Ratchet had yet to re-emerge from the small room. The mech he thought he knew better than most had shown Ironhide that he in fact knew nothing. Ratchet had revealed a whole other side, almost like an entirely different mech all together. And Ironhide liked it. Oh yes, he liked this new Ratchet very, very much. He wanted to know more, wanted to experience it, wanted to taste it. But the weapons specialist's hip was not the only thing that needed to be repaired. The damage he'd caused earlier had obviously been a direct hit on the other mech's fragile pride.

Ironhide turned away from Ratchet's sanctuary and found Jolt shuffling his pedes nervously near the med bay entrance. "Go on kid; go get some energon or somethin'." Jolt opened his mouth, probably to say that he was still on shift in the med bay, but a quick toss of Ironhide's head had the younger mech quickly scrambling out the door. Thankfully the blue mech had more intelligence than a certain pair of pain in the afts that nearly had to be physically thrown out earlier.

Ironhide pushed away from the repair berth he'd been leaning on and limped over to the office in the back of the med bay. He tried the door and frowned when the door lock refused him entry. "Ratch, look, I know you can hear me." Of course he can hear me; nothin' escapes that slagger's audio receptors in the med bay. "I fragged up ok?" He glared at the door as if he could intimidate it into opening for him. "Come on now, this is stupid." Still no response. Ironhide growled and smacked the door hard. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way Ratch. Don't make me break down the door!" The door opened and Ironhide found himself face to face with the muzzle of a small plasma rifle.

"I like my door just the way it is thank you very much."

Ironhide transferred his attention from the rifle to the dark scowl decorating Ratchet's face plates. "Nice gun, ya steal it off a femme?"

Ratchet sneered and flipped the rifle's safety off. "Go. Away."

Ironhide smirked. "You know it's gonna take more than that to scare me off Ratch." Ratchet calmly raised an optic ridge then lowered the rifle from Ironhide's face plates to his cod piece. Ironhide looked down at the rifle's new target then back up. "Alright, now ya have my attention."

"Last night was a mistake. I would prefer it if you just pretended nothing happened and left me in peace."

Ironhide growled. "Mistake? I already admitted I fragged up, what more you want from me mech?!"

Ratchet's optics dimmed slightly in response to his pained spark. "What part of leave did not compute?"

Ironhide ignored the increased pressure of the rifle against his cod piece and stepped forward till his chest plating came into contact with Ratchet's. "What part of I ain't leavin' did you not compute?" he whispered harshly.

Ratchet swallowed as the warmth radiating off the other mech hit him like a tidal wave. He took a step back into his office in an attempt to put some space between them only to have Ironhide match his steps. Before he knew it he felt the edge of his desk against the back of his thighs. "What do you want?"

Ironhide leaned forward placing a hand on either side of Ratchet to grip the desk. "What do you think I want?"

Ratchet frowned and attempted to push the other mech away only to have Ironhide push him back further onto the desk. "I am tired, I've got a damaged relay, and I am most definitely not in the mood to deal with whatever it is that you think you want."

"You know what you need Ratch? You need to relax."

Ratchet blinked. "What?"

"You are too tense. You need to unwind as the humans say."

Ratchet's optics widened as he recognized the exact wording he had used on Ironhide in the recreation room the night before. "Ironhide…"

"What you need is a good, long, hard interface." Ironhide slapped the rifle out of the CMO's hand and surged forward claiming Ratchet's mouth in a forceful kiss. The other mech made sounds of surprise as he felt the data pads on the surface of his desk being crushed against his spinal plating. Ironhide grunted as he lifted the rest of Ratchet's frame onto the desk and quickly crawled on top.

Ratchet made muffled sounds and attempted to push the other mech off only to have his hands wrenched back over his head and pinned in place. He gasped as Ironhide released his lips to make his way down into the sensitive cables of his neck. "You fragger! You scrap heap of a traffic drone! Get off me you glitched lunatic!" He gasped again as a sharp bite was delivered in response.

"Love it when you talk like that. Do it again."

Ratchet managed an incredulous look down at the dark mech now dragging his dentals along the pull bar decorating the medic's chest. Ratchet was unable to stop the moan that escaped his lips as he registered the warm moist heat tracing the various mechanisms making up his torso. He felt the weight of the other mech shift slightly and he grinned at the opening quickly bringing up a knee.

Ironhide grunted as Ratchet's knee made contact with his abdominal plating. He looked up at the brightly colored mech and returned the grin. "That all you got?" He nearly laughed at the dark glare aimed his way. Instead he gaped in surprise as the medic's other knee joined the first and pivoted sending him flying over the side of the desk.

Ratchet chuckled darkly as he sat up and looked over the side of the desk. "I warned you but no, you just had to…frag!" Ratchet tried to scoot off the desk but was too late as Ironhide swept his leg around taking out two of the four legs holding up the desk sending both the desk and Ratchet to the floor. Ratchet's servos scraped along the slanted surface of his desk as he slid down to the floor. Just as his pedes touched the floor Ironhide was on him again, the full weight of both their frames on the unsupported part of the desk easily bowing the already ruined piece of furniture.

Ironhide took advantage of Ratchet's surprise by wrapping his legs around the other's and once again pinning hands above the brightly colored helm. A startled yelp echoed in the small room covering the sound of a cod piece being wrenched off. "I wanna hear you scream my name medic." Ironhide tweaked the components of Ratchet's now exposed interface equipment causing the medic to cry out.

"Not…going…to happen! You sorry…son of a...nngghh" Ratchet arched his pelvis further into the dark mech's clever servos. He brought his head forward and managed to latch onto Ironhide's unprotected finial with his dentals.

Ironhide let out a strangled shout and realized too late that he'd lost control of the medic's hands. A fact that came to light as a fist made contact with his jaw whipping his helm to the side. Ironhide shook his head. "Primus Ratch. You hit like a human!" Another fist hit on the other side blurring his optics. He tasted energon in his mouth and felt something wet trickle down his chin. He cycled his optics until he could focus enough to make out more than vague shapes and colors. "Correction, you hit like a human sparkling!"

Ratchet roared and bodily slammed into the weapons specialist sending them both into the wall with a loud crash. Ratchet quickly maneuvered Ironhide into a seated position with his back against the wall while he straddled the older mech's lap. He gripped the other's collar plating with both hands and pulled him up until their faces were mere inches apart. "You… you… "

Ironhide smiled weakly and spit some energon off to the side through a cracked lip. "You gonna finish that sentence Doc?" Ironhide grunted as he snapped an interface cable into one of Ratchet's ports. "Or you want me to finish it for ya?"

Ratchet jerked as he felt the initial connection. He looked down in surprise not even having noticed when Ironhide had removed his own cod piece. He jerked again as the weapons specialist snapped one of the medic's own cables into his port. Ratchet's optics opened as wide as they could go and he arched backwards as the full force of a complete interface loop come online.

Ironhide felt his dented mandible pop as he gaped and rested his forehead against Ratchet's chest. He began cycling information packets across the connection and groaned at the sensation it produced. He could have shouted for joy when he felt a return from the medic across the link. He began to pant as the cycles increased speeding up each time. He reached up to grip the trembling mech on his lap and pulled those deliciously shaped hips into his own grinding their intimate circuitry together.

Ratchet cried out and brought his head back down to mouth at the black finials decorating Ironhide's helm. The dark mech growled and pulled their frames tighter together. "Oh Primus! Faster!"

Ironhide grunted and ground their plating together harshly as he increased the speed of the cycles across the link. He hissed as he felt fingers scraping along his back plating before finally digging in deeply into his shoulder joints. "Say it!" His panting became erratic as neither his vents nor his internal cooling system was able to keep up with his system's demands.

"Frag you!"

Overload warnings flashed across his vision but he ignored them instead putting in more effort to increase the information output into Ratchet's systems. "Say it Medic!"

Ratchet screamed and felt Ironhide's shoulder plating warp under his grip. "Slag! Prim-Primus!" Overload washed through his frame destroying the last of his control. "Ironhide!"

Ironhide stiffened at the sharp pain in his shoulders and the sound of his own name. He howled as overload burned through his systems and hugged Ratchet's frame closely to his own.