New Story!

As the title says, Ratchet's in the middle of a heat cycle. I read a story about Jazz being in a heat cycle and thought that it was a great idea, but I decided to use Ratchet.

Pairings(non-heat pairings):

Optimus Prime/Ratchet

Wheeljack/Skyfire

Sideswipe/Sunstreaker

Jazz/Prowl

Mirage/Hound

Pairings(heat cycle)

Ratchet/Wheeljack/Skyfire

Ratchet/Jazz/Prowl

Ratchet/Ironhide

Ratchet/Mirage/Hound

Ratchet/First Aid

Ratchet/Optimus

Summary: Ratchet is currently going through a heat cycle. He tries to fight the lust he feels for his teammates, but they won't let him. Each of them try to help him out with his issues. Ratchet tries to keep Optimus from finding out because he doesn't want him to find out due to the fact that Ratchet has feelings for the Prime.

Warnings: slash, sticky in every chapter

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers!

:italics:= comm link

:bold:= mechs who are bonded talking

:underline:= spark twins talking

Chapter 1

Slag it! Of all the mechs that were on the planet, it would have to be him that had this happen to him! He was the one mech that could not afford to have his judgment impeded for any reason, and he was the one that ended up with a fragging heat cycle! Slag it!

Ratchet was leaning back in his chair at his desk with one foot raised and braced against his desk while three fingers on his right hand were knuckle joint deep in his valve as he tried to force an overload that would get rid of the charge there.

Heat cycles were not new, but in the middle of the war, they were rare. All that extra energy was aimed toward battle, adrenaline running through processors to keep a mech fighting even when the odds were against him. That adrenaline was usually used up, leaving no room for a heat cycle to come in and take over.

Unfortunately for Ratchet, that was exactly what had happened. He shouldn't have been that surprised. The battles against the Decepticons were not as disastrous as they had been back on Cybertron, so Ratchet hadn't had to use up as much of his adrenaline rushing from one patient to the next in an attempt to save the next life. With less work to do, Ratchet had found himself smack-dab in the middle of the first Cybertronian heat cycle on Earth.

Now, instead of concentrating on his reports, charts, or whatever else he normally looked over while he was in his office, Ratchet was now fighting to get the charge out of him before he really was needed in the infirmary.

Ratchet growled. Primus had an odd sense of humor if he thought that giving Ratchet a heat cycle now would be a good idea. Slag it! Why him! It's not like he had someone he could turn to for help with this. He had no mate, no lover, and he sure as slag wasn't going to just go out and say that he was in the middle of a heat cycle and ask for volunteers to frag him.

Back on Cybertron, before the war, that wasn't a big deal. Ratchet had gone through several heat cycles before. His spark twin, Wheeljack, had been all too willing to help Ratchet deal with his issues. The two might have been spark twins, but they weren't bonded like most spark twins were. They were better off as friends and brothers, not lovers. However, that didn't stop them from interfacing with each other when the other needed it. Back then, Wheeljack and Ratchet were all too happy to help each other out when they ended up stuck in the middle of a heat cycle.

Ratchet didn't have that option now. After all, Wheeljack had been bonded to Skyfire for almost an Earth year now, so there was no way that he was going to go to his spark twin and ask for a frag. Not a good idea. It didn't mean that Ratchet didn't wish that there someone he was willing to go to with this and ask to help him out.

There was always Optimus. He was always willing to do anything for his troops.

NO! NO, NO, NO, NO! Stop thinking that! Going to Optimus, telling him he was in the middle of a heat cycle, and asking him to frag him was out of the question for the medic.

Sure, the medic had fantasized on more than one occasion about what it would be like to frag Optimus Prime. Slag, he had been in love with the mech since before he was named Prime. Not that he had ever had the courage to actually tell the mech that, and he sure wasn't going to go to him now in the middle of the heat cycle. He was fighting the urge to jump the next mech he saw enough as it was.

Ratchet forced his fingers deeper into his lubricant-slicked valve, striking the sensors that had him seeing white. He couldn't stop the moan that passed from his lips, and not for the first time he was thankful that his office was soundproofed. The last thing Ratchet needed was someone listening at the door and hearing this, much less letting his assistant, First Aid, hear any of this.

Finally, Ratchet felt himself hit his peak as he overloaded, lubricant rushing from his valve and onto the floor as well as drenching his fingers in it.

Ratchet slumped down into his chair as he vented air heavily. He was exhausted from the overload, but he knew that it wouldn't be long before he had another charge building up. With any luck, he would at least make it to his quarters before it hit.

Once he was able to stand without feeling like he was about to collapse, Ratchet stood up and set to clean himself as well as the floor up.

The last thing Ratchet needed was the twins finding out about his heat cycle. The twin terrors would attempt to get him into their berth, and with the way he was feeling, Ratchet might just go. The mere thought of sharing a berth with those two sent a chill down Ratchet's spine and not the pleasurable kind.

Wheeljack had had to go to the infirmary that day due to an explosion in his lab. He had wound up wedged in the wall, and it took Skyfire, Ironhide and Optimus to pry him from the wall. Thankfully, the inventor was still able to walk with a little assistance, so Skyfire helped Wheeljack to the infirmary.

While in the infirmary, Wheeljack had gotten a customary lecture from his spark twin, which wasn't unusual. However, Ratchet seemed to be in an even tenser mood than usual. He radiated tension and he was snappier than usual, despite the fact that the twins hadn't been up to their pranks recently.

Of course, the twins couldn't do much since Prowl had thrown them in the brig because of a prank they had played on him and Jazz that week.

"Are you all right, Ratch?" Wheeljack asked.

"Of course I am!" Ratchet snapped.

Skyfire cringed. He never liked having to deal with Ratchet when he was in a mood.

Wheeljack cringed back as Ratchet started repairing the damage to his back struts. Ratchet in a mood was not a good thing when the medic was attempting to repair you.

"Hold still!" Ratchet growled. He really didn't need Wheeljack moving on him.

Wheeljack complied, if for no other reason than to get out of all of this alive.

Ratchet worked as quickly as possible. He acted as if he wanted to get out of there fast.

Wheeljack frowned behind his mask. What was up with his brother? Ratchet was snappier than usual, terse, radiating tension, and working fast like he had to be somewhere. Geez, his brother really needed a life outside of the infirmary. That was one mech who definitely needed to get laid, Wheeljack mused.

Get laid?

Oh, frag it! That's what was wrong! Wheeljack had seen Ratchet in the middle of enough heat cycles to see the signs of one. He had no doubt that that's what was wrong with his brother, meaning that Ratchet wanted to get them out of the infirmary before his processors started acting on the lust that was building up in him.

Wheeljack frowned. Before, he would have simply taken his brother to his office and jumped Ratchet there. Now, he couldn't do that since he was bonded to Skyfire.

Ratchet had finished in record time. "Get out and stay out of the infirmary, 'Jack."

"Sure." Wheeljack was out the door quickly with Skyfire on his heels.

"What is his problem? I don't think I've ever seen Ratchet acting like that." Skyfire remarked.

"Oh, I know what's wrong, and when I say that it's not Ratchet's fault, believe me." Wheeljack replied.

Skyfire glanced at his mate oddly. He decided he would question Wheeljack further later on.

Ratchet was sitting in his office once again after forcing yet another overload. It was the fourth one that day. He was just thankful that his shift would be over in a joor, which meant that he would be able to get out of there and back to his quarters.

Ratchet sighed. He knew he couldn't keep this up. It was going to drive him up the wall not to be able to actually have another mech's spike in his valve. He needed that more than anything, but he couldn't go up and ask another mech to frag him.

There was a ping from the door, meaning that someone wanted to get in to talk to him.

Ratchet was glad he had already cleaned up. He stood up and went to the door. "What is it, Aid?"

First Aid looked at his mentor. "Sorry. Ironhide and Cliffjumper are here. Injured."

"Decepticons?" Ratchet asked.

"Each other." First Aid responded.

Ratchet groaned before walking out. "Why did you two decide to frag each other up?"

"Seemed like a good idea at the time." Ironhide replied.

Ratchet's pissed off growl combined with a glare that promised this to be a painful repair terrified both mechs.

This would be a long repairing session.

"Okay. Out with it."

Wheeljack turned to face Skyfire. "Out with what?"

The two had returned to their quarters for the night, and Skyfire had asked that question the moment that the two were alone.

Skyfire glared at the inventor. "Wheeljack, what is going on with Ratchet?"

Wheeljack groaned. "Sky, please. Not that. Trust me. It's nothing for you to worry about."

"Wheeljack, he's radiating tension and anger. I know something is wrong. Now, what is it that is upsetting him so much?" Skyfire wasn't a mech to give in easily, meaning that he would ask Wheeljack until the inventor finally told him what was going on.

Wheeljack sighed before sitting on their berth. "It's not what you think, Skyfire."

"I think that Ratchet is overworked, underappreciated, and in a desperate need of a vacation." Skyfire told him.

"Okay. All those things are true. I admit that. But in this particular case, he needs something else more desperately than a vacation." Wheeljack told him.

"Such as?" Skyfire prodded.

"A good frag." Wheeljack was simply blunt about it.

Skyfire started at Wheeljack in shock. "He what?"

"You heard me. Truth be told, I don't think Ratch has actually fragged anyone since we left Cybertron." Wheeljack replied.

"All this because he isn't getting any?" Skyfire had never thought that Ratchet was that kind of mech.

"It's not that, Skyfire. I recognize the signs of Ratchet being in the middle of a heat cycle."

"Heat cycle?" Skyfire was shocked. Sure, he himself had been in a heat cycle before, but during a war, they were rare.

Wheeljack nodded. "That's how Ratchet gets. I have no doubt that he is currently in the middle of a heat cycle, and if I know my brother as well as I think I do, then I'm fairly certain that he's not asked for any mech to help him, meaning he hasn't actually been fragged. He's just taking care of himself." Wheeljack replied.

"And how did he deal before?" Skyfire asked.

"Well, you know Ratchet and I weren't exactly keen on relationships back on Cybertron, and we weren't keen on bonding to each other. That didn't mean that we didn't interface with each other or get heat cycles. We simply turned to each other to fulfill those needs." Wheeljack replied.

"Ah. I see." Skyfire had a better understanding of Ratchet's problem, and a part of him wondered if Ratchet would ask for help.

Wheeljack sighed. "I halfway want to go to Prime and tell him what's happening, but I'm fairly certain Ratchet would kill me."

"Due to Ratchet's feeling for Prime." Skyfire wasn't a stupid mech, nor was he blind. He knew that Ratchet held feelings for their leader.

"Yeah. I can imagine that Ratchet would weld my lips shut before he ripped out my comm link to make sure I could never do something like that again." Wheeljack replied.

Skyfire was quiet a moment. "So, why don't you help him?"

Wheeljack stared at Skyfire.

"He needs the help, he won't ask anyone else, so help him." Skyfire said.

"Sky! We're bonded to each other!" Wheeljack cried.

"Yes. I know that." Skyfire walked over so that he was standing right in front of Wheeljack. "What is the problem?"

Wheeljack couldn't believe it. "Sky, you're just okay with me fragging someone else?"

Skyfire laughed. "Of course not." He brought one hand behind Wheeljack's helm before he brought the inventor forward to kiss him. Once the kiss broke, Skyfire spoke again, his words ghosting over Wheeljack's lips. "But I won't mind as long as I can join in the fun."

Wheeljack was stunned.

Skyfire laughed. "Now, ask your brother to come here. I believe we have something to take care of."

Wheeljack nodded before contacting Ratchet.

Ratchet had just gotten ready to leave his office to head back to his quarters for a very long night when his brother commed him on a private comm link. :For Primus's sake, Wheeljack, what!: Ratchet wasn't in a good mood at the moment.

:Sorry, Ratch. I know you just got done with your shift, but I was wondering if you could come to my quarters for a moment.:

Ratchet let out a frustrated groan. What had his idiot brother done to himself this time around? :All right. I'll be there in a few kliks.:

First Aid was straightening up as Ratchet left the office.

"I'll be leaving, First Aid." Ratchet told him.

"Yes, sir. I'll finish everything up here." First Aid assured him.

Ratchet nodded before leaving. He swore that if whatever was going on with Wheeljack was not important, he was going to rip his brother to tiny shreds and not put him back together until after this fragging heat cycle was over with.

Once at Wheeljack and Skyfire's quarters, Ratchet waited to be allowed in.

"It's open!" Wheeljack called.

The door opened, and Ratchet walked in. He noticed that his brother seemed to be in the condition that he left the infirmary in that afternoon. "'Jack, why did you need to come?"

Wheeljack turned.

Ratchet was mildly surprised that his mask was off.

"Well, I knew you needed help." Wheeljack replied.

"Help? With what?" Ratchet asked.

"Oh, please. It's been a long time, but even I remember what the signs of a heat cycle in you are." Wheeljack replied.

Ratchet tensed. "'Jack, I had no intention of coming onto you. I know you and Skyfire are bonded. I wouldn't jeopardize that."

"I know." Wheeljack walked closer to Ratchet.

Too close with Ratchet's lust-induced emotions. He tried to step back, but Wheeljack grabbed his arms, stopping him.

"But I'm offering to help." Wheeljack told him.

"'Jack! Are you insane? What if Skyfire finds out?" Ratchet demanded as he tried to pull out of the inventor's grip.

"Come on, Ratchet. You need the help. Not even you can deny that. When was the last time you actually got fragged?" Wheeljack asked.

Ratchet glared at him. "You should know. It was the last time we fragged."

"Back on Cybertron then. You need it." Wheeljack leaned in and kissed Ratchet before Ratchet could say another word.

With his lust building, Ratchet couldn't stop the moan that escaped his vocalizers. He wanted to simply slide back his interfacing panel and let Wheeljack do whatever he wanted.

Wheeljack broke the kiss. "See you need this. Let me help you."

"But Skyfire-" Ratchet started. He hadn't noticed a presence behind him.

"Skyfire is very much aware."

Ratchet gasped.

"And I don't mind as long as 'Jack agrees to let me help out." Skyfire's words were right by Ratchet's audio receivers, causing a shiver to run down Ratchet's spine.

Ratchet hadn't ever been double-teamed before. Seemed like he was now.

"But-" Ratchet started. He let out a moan as Skyfire traced a single finger over Ratchet's interfacing panel.

"Come now, Ratchet. You need help, and we're offering that help. No one is going to get hurt because of it. I promise." Skyfire told him.

Ratchet couldn't speak.

"So, Ratch, why don't you let us take care of you?" Wheeljack then leaned in and kissed Ratchet again. He took advantage of Ratchet's surprise and slipped his glossa into Ratchet's mouth, starting to mingle with Ratchet's own glossa.

Skyfire had started to stroke several fingers down Ratchet's interfacing panel and was delighted when Ratchet's panel slid back. He easily slipped a finger inside the well-lubricated valve.

Ratchet keened into Wheeljack's mouth, holding on tightly to the inventor's arms. Between the intense kiss and the fingers in his valve, Ratchet no longer at the willpower to protest.

"Hmm, you're so wet. You're obviously enjoying this." Skyfire murmured.

Ratchet whimpered into the kiss.

Skyfire slid another finger into Ratchet's valve, scraping along the sensors that were in the valve. He thrust his fingers in and out of Ratchet's valve quickly.

Ratchet arched back against the fingers. Primus, Skyfire was skilled with his fingers.

Skyfire smirked. He was enjoying the reaction he was getting from the medic.

Wheeljack broke the kiss before he started to kiss down Ratchet's face to his neck, where he licked at the cables there.

Ratchet moaned out loud.

Skyfire chuckled. :Vocal, isn't he?:

:You ain't seen nothing yet, Sky. Wait until he overloads.:

:I can't wait to see this, 'Jack.:

:So get to work. You said you wanted to help, and since you've never had him before, you can go first.:

:Aren't you sweet?:

Skyfire allowed his own interfacing panel to slid back and his spike extended. He wrapped his arms around Ratchet's waist to keep him there as he lined his spike up with Ratchet's valve.

Ratchet whimpered at the feel of the tip of the spike against his heated valve. Primus, he needed and wanted this. He had already forgiven Skyfire and Wheeljack for tricking him into this because he needed it. Badly.

Skyfire waited a moment before he thrust all the way inside of Ratchet quickly, seating himself nicely in the valve.

Ratchet cried out at this, the sudden stretching of his valve a shock. He hadn't been stretched like this in so long it seemed to be a new sensation for him. Primus, he needed this!

:Bet you're glad we all insisted on soundproofing our quarters now. Wouldn't want anyone hearing you yowling like this.: Wheeljack teased through the spark bond he held with Ratchet.

Ratchet groaned out loud. "Primus, just do something."

"Who?" Skyfire asked in a teasing tone.

"I DON'T FRAGGING CARE!" Ratchet snarled.

Wheeljack moved back from his neck and smirked at Skyfire, who smirked right back at him. Wheeljack moved to mean in front of Ratchet. The two had planned all this out.

"As you wish." Skyfire replied.

Wheeljack reached and stroked over Ratchet interfacing panel, trying to stimulate his spike.

It worked as the spike extended as Ratchet groaned at the sensation.

Wheeljack snickered. "You asked for it, Ratch."

Skyfire pulled out almost all the way before he slammed back into Ratchet hard, striking the sensors.

At the same time, Wheeljack had taken Ratchet's spike into his mouth and started swirling his glossa over the tip.

Ratchet screamed as the duel sensations ran right through him. He had never been taken from behind while another sucked on his spike before and the newness of it had him pleading for more.

Skyfire happily obliged, starting a fast pace. He had learned from Wheeljack that Ratchet liked it fast and rough, so he decided that he would indulge Ratchet and do things the way the medic liked.

Ratchet had his hands on Wheeljack's shoulders, holding on to them tightly as the dual sensations rocked his sensors. Primus, but he needed this. Had needed it since before the heat cycle started.

As he continued to thrust into the medic, Skyfire leaned forward and started to nip at the cables in the back of Ratchet's neck. He enjoyed the cry that Ratchet released so much that he continued with the action, nipping at the cables.

Wheeljack continued to suck on Ratchet. His hands rested on top of Skyfire's hands on Ratchet's hips. They were both holding the medic up as they pleasured him and offered him the help that he so desperately needed and refused to ask for.

"Ah, oh, please! Primus, yes!" Ratchet moaned.

Skyfire chuckled. "You're so vocal. I love hearing it. You and Wheeljack are a lot alike in that area. He is rather vocal as well."

Normally, Ratchet would have been pissed off at being compared to his brother, but in this case, he didn't care. He couldn't have cared it Skyfire compared him to Megatron himself as long as the Seeker didn't stop what he was doing.

"OH! Ah! Please!" Ratchet begged.

Skyfire smirked. He decided he liked hearing Ratchet beg. It was so different for the CMO and so out of character that he loved listening to it. He tightened his hands on Ratchet's hips as he slammed as hard as he could into him.

Ratchet choked on a scream at this as he tightened his hands around Wheeljack's shoulders so hard that he dented them. At that point, he couldn't have cared that he made more work for himself. All he could focus on was all the pleasure that he was being given.

Wheeljack started to suck even harder on Ratchet, wanting to bring his brother to completion.

Ratchet couldn't take anymore and overloaded with a loud cry.

Wheeljack swallowed the lubricant from Ratchet's spike, enjoying the taste of his brother's fluids.

Skyfire grunted as Ratchet's valve became impossibly tight around him, and Skyfire overloaded as well. His own lubricants were released into Ratchet's valve, but some of the fluid leaked out and down Ratchet's legs to the floor.

Wheeljack released his brother's spike, licking his lips. "Hmm. Tastes just like I remember."

Ratchet was venting hard from the overload. He didn't have the strength to hold himself up and simply slumped back against the larger mech behind him.

Skyfire easily held the medic up as he pulled his spike out of the medic.

Ratchet was already drifting into recharge by this point.

"Hmm. I believe he is sated." Skyfire remarked.

"For the time being maybe. I've seen Ratchet's heat cycles before, Sky. He'll be needing another release in a few hours." Wheeljack told him as he stood up.

"Then we'll help him out then." Skyfire picked the medic up and walked over to place him on the berth. Then the Seeker turned back to his own lover. "Now, there was one of us who never got an overload."

Wheeljack grinned. "You up for another round?"

"Of course. I'm used to your stamina." Skyfire replied before grabbing the inventor and pulling him into a rough kiss.

Ratchet sat in his office. This was the first morning in a week that he had managed to go to his office without feeling the effects of the heat cycle. Yes, he was still in the middle of it, but with Skyfire and Wheeljack's help the night before, he was feeling more sated than he had in a long time.

Unfortunately, in about three joor, he would be right back where he started. It would be then that he would feel the urge to frag someone again.

However, Skyfire had assured him that he would be along in a few hours to see him and help him with that problem.

Ratchet shuddered. He had never thought that Skyfire would be the type to go outside of the relationship when he was bonded. Ratchet assumed that the only reason Skyfire was willing was because he was Wheeljack's spark twin. Still, the two had surprised him the night before.

Ratchet had to admit that he had needed that last night. He had needed to be fragged as hard and long as he was the night before. He had been taken by both of the mechs several times the night before. Skyfire and Wheeljack seemed to enjoy double-teaming him, leaving Ratchet rather helpless. It didn't help that Skyfire was a great deal stronger then the medic was, making it all too easy for the Seeker to keep Ratchet held down to the berth. Which he did, both while he was dominating the medic and while Wheeljack was dominating him.

Ratchet shook his helm, trying to clear his processors. He really didn't need to think about what the two mechs had done to him the night before. That was the last thing that he needed. It would only cause him to get heated up faster and that was the last thing he needed.

Ratchet picked up the first of the datapads and started to review it. He might as well get some work done while he could.

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