Log dump: Just like old times, some Ironhide/Ratchet pr0n. :D
Set right after this!
Ironhide: Ironhide hadn't bothered locking his door; he and Ratchet had stopped bothering with that sort of thing vorns ago. He sat at the desk, tinkering with his plasma cannon, feeling strangely calm.
Ratchet: Ratchet entered Ironhide's quarters, processor going over their previous exchange. He closed the door with a decided click and crossed over to sit on the berth.
"What's on your processor, Ironhide?"
Ironhide: Ironhide stopped his tinkering and put the weapon away, speaking almost conversationally, "Just something I've been considering, now that we have this truce. Don't know how long it'll last, but... change is kinda nice, even if it's gonna take me a bit to get used to. And that's what I wanted to talk about. Change."
Ratchet: "Change? Like what?" Ratchet asks, leaning forward.
Ironhide: Quirking an eyebrow ridge, Ironhide looked at the medic, "This. Us. We've talked about it before, agreed to keep it as it has been for vorns because of the war. I'm thinkin' that maybe it should change, as well."
Ratchet: "Make our relationship public?" Ratchet rest his elbows on his knees. "Do you think there will be any problems? I hated having to hide you and us."
Ironhide: "There's any problems, we'll deal with 'em," Ironhide let out a snort. "With a few rounds up their tailpipe. I'd put credits on Optimus and the others knowing about it already anyways."
Ratchet: Ratchet nods, a grin covering his faceplates. "And anybody gives /me/ grief, well then, they will not enjoy visits to my medbay." He shrugs, "And they would know soon anyways, next time we 'faced."
Ironhide: Ironhide snorted again, grinning, "Only because you can't stay /quiet/, slagger."
Ratchet: "And why should I stay /quiet/?" Ratchet smirked.
Ironhide: "Was I saying it was a bad thing?" Ironhide grinned. "I'm glad my quarters are soundproofed. Everyone'd be able to hear you on the fourth planet in this /system/ if they weren't."
Ratchet: Ratchet smirked at Ironhide. "And they would be wishing they were so lucky."
Ironhide: Smirking right back, Ironhide got up and checked to make sure the door was closed, and locked, and then walked over to Ratchet, stopping right in front of him, "Careful, you're gonna give me an ego bigger than Starscream's with comments like that."
Ratchet: He snorts, amused. "'Tis the truth, Ironhide~"
Ironhide: "Want another demonstration, medic?" Yes, that smirk just got bigger. Ironhide took a step forward and leaned down, close enough that their chests almost touched, "Because I can give you one right now."
Ratchet: Arching an optic ridge, Ratchet looks Ironhide up and down. "I could fit you in~"
Ironhide: Ironhide chuckled, voice low, and reached forward to drag fingers lightly down the treads of a tire, "No other appointments for a few cycles? This might take a while."
Ratchet: "Schedule's---clear." Ratchet shivered at the light touch. "And if anybody interrupts us, they will regret it." One hand slowly moved up Ironhide's leg.
Ironhide: "Good," he leaned in even closer, nipping gently at a cable on Ratchet's neck and continuing to tease those tire treads.
Ratchet: Ratchet lets his head fall back, allowing Ironhide access to his neck, then allows gravity to take its course and falls back onto the berth, pulling Hide down with him. "Slagger," he says, affectionately.
Ironhide: Very willingly following, Ironhide nipped at his neck again, a bit harder, and worked a hand into his wheel well, engine rumbling softly, "You love it." His other hand teased Ratchet's headlights, tracing them very lightly.
Ratchet: Ratchet's hands slowly traced their way up and down Ironhide's back, skimming over over each part, then backtracking to tease each sensitive area: wheel wells, joints, each special spot receiving light, teasing touches from his fingers. "And I love you." A ragged moan escapes from his vocalizer at Ironhide's touches, each touch sending jolts of electric sensation throughout his body.
Ironhide: Ironhide froze. They'd been involved for quite a few vorns, and on some level, he was aware of how much he cared for the medic and vice versa, but actually hearing the words had him utterly floored. "...Ratch?"
Ratchet: "Yes, 'Hide?" Ratchet asked, surprised at Hide's reaction. Then he remembered what had triggered the reaction, and one hand went up to cup Hide's face. "Yes, I love you, you lug. Have since I had to patch you up after one of your training sessions before the war."
Ironhide: "...you stupid fragger. Why didn't you say so sooner?" Ironhide growled, glaring down at Ratchet playfully and slipping his hand further into that wheel well. "I love you too. Now shut up so I can fry your processor."
Ratchet: Ratchet smiled, then a moan escaped at Ironhide's questing fingers. "Didn't like the idea of losing you, so I didn't say anything." His hands were equally busy, searching out every sweet spot on Ironhide and giving each spot its due. "And fry my processor? You're welcome to /try/" Ratchet said, a smirk firmly on his faceplates.
Ironhide: Ironhide grinned, tweaking a spot he /knew/ was extremely sensitive, and spoke in a low voice, "Oh, I won't just /try/. I'll succeed. And you know I will." He chuckled and bit down on a neck cable, engine beginning to rumble again.
Ratchet: Ratchet jerked at the tweak, and growled low. The rumble of Hide's engine set Ratchet's sensors to buzzing, and his fingers flexed against his lover's shoulders, leaving finger sized indentations in the black metal as Hide bit on one of his neck cables, and sending his vocalizer into a reboot sequence.
Ironhide: "I'm already winning," Ironhide laughed, settling more firmly on top of Ratchet and teasing his headlights with touches that alternated from light to rough. He kept on with that neck cable, ::Already got you speechless.::
Ratchet: ::Fraggit, Hide!:: Ratchet swore. ::Keep doing that and we'll be testing the soundproofing sooner than later.::
Ironhide: Ironhide grinned, tweaking that spot again, ::You know I like it when you're noisy. It's /why/ I got it soundproofed.::
Ratchet: ::Planning for the future, Hide?:: Ratchet groaned a bit at the continued tweaking, his vocalizer finally coming back online. "Quite certain the soundproofing is adequate?" Ratchet's fingers were skimming over Ironhide's body, lightly teasing, ever so slowly teasing around the edges of the wheelwells, skirting around the most sensitive areas.
Ironhide: "Mmmm, I guess we'll find out, won't we?" Ironhide smirked, leaning down and nipping sharply at Ratchet's grill, engine rumbling louder.
Ratchet: Oh he didn't just do that. Ratchet moaned, shocks reverberating throughout his frame as Ironhide nipped at his grill. One hand fell to the berth's edge, gripping it, as he arched into Ironhide, a low growl shuddering through out.
Ironhide: Yes he did. And he just did it again, while digging a hand deep into the neglected wheel well and running his fingers along the inside edge.
Ratchet: Ratchet was bombarded by the nipping, the touching, each action adding fuel to the flames, nearly driving him to the brink. Not trusting his vocalizer, Ratchet switches back to comms. ::I'm getting you back for that, fragger~:: His other hand slides up and gently rubs around the crests on Ironhide's helm, his thumb flicking the tip.
Ironhide: Oh, that wasn't fair /at all/. Ironhide shivered, a low moan escaping him, and growled deep in his chest before stopping and pulling his head away, "Cheater. /I'm/ the one in control here, not you."
Ratchet: Ratchet smirks, his hand reaching again to tweak those crests. "You didn't say they were off limits~"
Ironhide: Another moan, another shiver, and Ironhide hissed, fingers scrapingly harshly against the curve of Ratchet's wheel well, "You want to play that way, huh?" He reached his other hand down, along the medic's thigh, very lightly caressing a reflector; at the same time, he nipped at the grill again. Hard.
Ratchet: He growled, chassis shuddering at the touches. "Turnaround's fair play, 'Hide," Ratchet smirked, then his entire frame stiffened at the nip on his grille. A strangled cry erupted from his vocalizer as an intense wave of pleasure threatened to send him into overload.
Ironhide: Ironhide leaned in close to an audial and grinned at Ratchet, "Look at you, already so close." Slowly, he sat up, but didn't move much beyond that. "Open up."
Ratchet: Ratchet grinned hazily up at Hide. "Only so easy around you~" He complies with no complaint, his chest opening, the blue light spilling out.
Ironhide: "Better be just me," Ironhide chuckled, sliding a hand inside and lightly dragging fingers along the outside surface of Ratchet's spark chamber. He paused, a strange look crossing his face, then leaned down slightly, "You trust me?"
Ratchet: Still relaxed, he shivers at the light touch. "Of course I trust you, Hide."
Ironhide: He leaned down further, his own chestplates sliding open to reveal his spark. "Do you trust me this much?" Ironhide stopped with only half a foot of distance between his chest and Ratchet's.
Ratchet: Ratchet looked at Ironhide, and smiled. "I'll trust you in anything, Hide, now finish what you started~"
Ironhide: Ironhide smiled as well, relaxing slightly; he hadn't realized he'd tensed up. "I had to make sure, Ratch," he dragged his fingers along the spark chamber again, then removed his hand and closed the distance between them, leaning his head down to nip at a neck cable.
Ratchet: Light, warmth, /love/. A hazy sea enveloped Ratchet, small bright images popping up, some of him through Ironhide's eyes, others of battles long ago, a sunset on a hill, a desert town, all swirling around him, wrapping him in warmth, love, desire, pleasure, driving him ever closer to the brink.
Ironhide: As soon as their sparks touched, Ironhide was assaulted with emotions and images; want, need, trust, and love, all entangled with each other, and flashes of himself, a good number of them involving him injured or their previous trysts. He let out a low moan, pressing closer, and bit down harder on Ratchet's neck.
Ratchet: Everything feeding into Ratchet, the sparks touching, the images and feeling Ironhide shared, all combined to push Ratchet ever closer. Then Ironhide nipped at his grille one last time, and that sent him into a spiraling overload, his optics going white, and every system going into a reboot sequence.
Ironhide: Ironhide moaned again, pulling Ratchet closer as the medic's overload triggered his own, and he shivered, slumping on top of the other with the occasional small twitch going through him. A few kliks passed before he spoke, "...why the frag did I wait so long to do that with you?"
Ratchet: Ratchet floated in bliss for a few kliks, until Ironhide's low rumble pulled him to consciousness. He focused his slowly rebooting optics onto the mech above him. A sated grin covered his faceplates. "I don't know, maybe the same reason why we never said 'I love you' to each other?"
Ironhide: "Idiots, both of us," Ironhide chuckled, reluctantly rolling off of Ratchet to lie next to him, chestplates closing with a quiet hiss. "Old, stubborn fools." He threw an arm around the other's waist.
Ratchet: Ratchet snuggled into Hide, his chestplates closing as well. "We make quite the pair, don't we?" One hand rubs Ironhide's back in lazy circles.
Ironhide: Ironhide laughed, pressing his forehead to Ratchet's, "That we do." His engine purred at the hand on his back.
Ironhide: Ironhide hadn't bothered locking his door; he and Ratchet had stopped bothering with that sort of thing vorns ago. He sat at the desk, tinkering with his plasma cannon, feeling strangely calm.
Ratchet: Ratchet entered Ironhide's quarters, processor going over their previous exchange. He closed the door with a decided click and crossed over to sit on the berth.
"What's on your processor, Ironhide?"
Ironhide: Ironhide stopped his tinkering and put the weapon away, speaking almost conversationally, "Just something I've been considering, now that we have this truce. Don't know how long it'll last, but... change is kinda nice, even if it's gonna take me a bit to get used to. And that's what I wanted to talk about. Change."
Ratchet: "Change? Like what?" Ratchet asks, leaning forward.
Ironhide: Quirking an eyebrow ridge, Ironhide looked at the medic, "This. Us. We've talked about it before, agreed to keep it as it has been for vorns because of the war. I'm thinkin' that maybe it should change, as well."
Ratchet: "Make our relationship public?" Ratchet rest his elbows on his knees. "Do you think there will be any problems? I hated having to hide you and us."
Ironhide: "There's any problems, we'll deal with 'em," Ironhide let out a snort. "With a few rounds up their tailpipe. I'd put credits on Optimus and the others knowing about it already anyways."
Ratchet: Ratchet nods, a grin covering his faceplates. "And anybody gives /me/ grief, well then, they will not enjoy visits to my medbay." He shrugs, "And they would know soon anyways, next time we 'faced."
Ironhide: Ironhide snorted again, grinning, "Only because you can't stay /quiet/, slagger."
Ratchet: "And why should I stay /quiet/?" Ratchet smirked.
Ironhide: "Was I saying it was a bad thing?" Ironhide grinned. "I'm glad my quarters are soundproofed. Everyone'd be able to hear you on the fourth planet in this /system/ if they weren't."
Ratchet: Ratchet smirked at Ironhide. "And they would be wishing they were so lucky."
Ironhide: Smirking right back, Ironhide got up and checked to make sure the door was closed, and locked, and then walked over to Ratchet, stopping right in front of him, "Careful, you're gonna give me an ego bigger than Starscream's with comments like that."
Ratchet: He snorts, amused. "'Tis the truth, Ironhide~"
Ironhide: "Want another demonstration, medic?" Yes, that smirk just got bigger. Ironhide took a step forward and leaned down, close enough that their chests almost touched, "Because I can give you one right now."
Ratchet: Arching an optic ridge, Ratchet looks Ironhide up and down. "I could fit you in~"
Ironhide: Ironhide chuckled, voice low, and reached forward to drag fingers lightly down the treads of a tire, "No other appointments for a few cycles? This might take a while."
Ratchet: "Schedule's---clear." Ratchet shivered at the light touch. "And if anybody interrupts us, they will regret it." One hand slowly moved up Ironhide's leg.
Ironhide: "Good," he leaned in even closer, nipping gently at a cable on Ratchet's neck and continuing to tease those tire treads.
Ratchet: Ratchet lets his head fall back, allowing Ironhide access to his neck, then allows gravity to take its course and falls back onto the berth, pulling Hide down with him. "Slagger," he says, affectionately.
Ironhide: Very willingly following, Ironhide nipped at his neck again, a bit harder, and worked a hand into his wheel well, engine rumbling softly, "You love it." His other hand teased Ratchet's headlights, tracing them very lightly.
Ratchet: Ratchet's hands slowly traced their way up and down Ironhide's back, skimming over over each part, then backtracking to tease each sensitive area: wheel wells, joints, each special spot receiving light, teasing touches from his fingers. "And I love you." A ragged moan escapes from his vocalizer at Ironhide's touches, each touch sending jolts of electric sensation throughout his body.
Ironhide: Ironhide froze. They'd been involved for quite a few vorns, and on some level, he was aware of how much he cared for the medic and vice versa, but actually hearing the words had him utterly floored. "...Ratch?"
Ratchet: "Yes, 'Hide?" Ratchet asked, surprised at Hide's reaction. Then he remembered what had triggered the reaction, and one hand went up to cup Hide's face. "Yes, I love you, you lug. Have since I had to patch you up after one of your training sessions before the war."
Ironhide: "...you stupid fragger. Why didn't you say so sooner?" Ironhide growled, glaring down at Ratchet playfully and slipping his hand further into that wheel well. "I love you too. Now shut up so I can fry your processor."
Ratchet: Ratchet smiled, then a moan escaped at Ironhide's questing fingers. "Didn't like the idea of losing you, so I didn't say anything." His hands were equally busy, searching out every sweet spot on Ironhide and giving each spot its due. "And fry my processor? You're welcome to /try/" Ratchet said, a smirk firmly on his faceplates.
Ironhide: Ironhide grinned, tweaking a spot he /knew/ was extremely sensitive, and spoke in a low voice, "Oh, I won't just /try/. I'll succeed. And you know I will." He chuckled and bit down on a neck cable, engine beginning to rumble again.
Ratchet: Ratchet jerked at the tweak, and growled low. The rumble of Hide's engine set Ratchet's sensors to buzzing, and his fingers flexed against his lover's shoulders, leaving finger sized indentations in the black metal as Hide bit on one of his neck cables, and sending his vocalizer into a reboot sequence.
Ironhide: "I'm already winning," Ironhide laughed, settling more firmly on top of Ratchet and teasing his headlights with touches that alternated from light to rough. He kept on with that neck cable, ::Already got you speechless.::
Ratchet: ::Fraggit, Hide!:: Ratchet swore. ::Keep doing that and we'll be testing the soundproofing sooner than later.::
Ironhide: Ironhide grinned, tweaking that spot again, ::You know I like it when you're noisy. It's /why/ I got it soundproofed.::
Ratchet: ::Planning for the future, Hide?:: Ratchet groaned a bit at the continued tweaking, his vocalizer finally coming back online. "Quite certain the soundproofing is adequate?" Ratchet's fingers were skimming over Ironhide's body, lightly teasing, ever so slowly teasing around the edges of the wheelwells, skirting around the most sensitive areas.
Ironhide: "Mmmm, I guess we'll find out, won't we?" Ironhide smirked, leaning down and nipping sharply at Ratchet's grill, engine rumbling louder.
Ratchet: Oh he didn't just do that. Ratchet moaned, shocks reverberating throughout his frame as Ironhide nipped at his grill. One hand fell to the berth's edge, gripping it, as he arched into Ironhide, a low growl shuddering through out.
Ironhide: Yes he did. And he just did it again, while digging a hand deep into the neglected wheel well and running his fingers along the inside edge.
Ratchet: Ratchet was bombarded by the nipping, the touching, each action adding fuel to the flames, nearly driving him to the brink. Not trusting his vocalizer, Ratchet switches back to comms. ::I'm getting you back for that, fragger~:: His other hand slides up and gently rubs around the crests on Ironhide's helm, his thumb flicking the tip.
Ironhide: Oh, that wasn't fair /at all/. Ironhide shivered, a low moan escaping him, and growled deep in his chest before stopping and pulling his head away, "Cheater. /I'm/ the one in control here, not you."
Ratchet: Ratchet smirks, his hand reaching again to tweak those crests. "You didn't say they were off limits~"
Ironhide: Another moan, another shiver, and Ironhide hissed, fingers scrapingly harshly against the curve of Ratchet's wheel well, "You want to play that way, huh?" He reached his other hand down, along the medic's thigh, very lightly caressing a reflector; at the same time, he nipped at the grill again. Hard.
Ratchet: He growled, chassis shuddering at the touches. "Turnaround's fair play, 'Hide," Ratchet smirked, then his entire frame stiffened at the nip on his grille. A strangled cry erupted from his vocalizer as an intense wave of pleasure threatened to send him into overload.
Ironhide: Ironhide leaned in close to an audial and grinned at Ratchet, "Look at you, already so close." Slowly, he sat up, but didn't move much beyond that. "Open up."
Ratchet: Ratchet grinned hazily up at Hide. "Only so easy around you~" He complies with no complaint, his chest opening, the blue light spilling out.
Ironhide: "Better be just me," Ironhide chuckled, sliding a hand inside and lightly dragging fingers along the outside surface of Ratchet's spark chamber. He paused, a strange look crossing his face, then leaned down slightly, "You trust me?"
Ratchet: Still relaxed, he shivers at the light touch. "Of course I trust you, Hide."
Ironhide: He leaned down further, his own chestplates sliding open to reveal his spark. "Do you trust me this much?" Ironhide stopped with only half a foot of distance between his chest and Ratchet's.
Ratchet: Ratchet looked at Ironhide, and smiled. "I'll trust you in anything, Hide, now finish what you started~"
Ironhide: Ironhide smiled as well, relaxing slightly; he hadn't realized he'd tensed up. "I had to make sure, Ratch," he dragged his fingers along the spark chamber again, then removed his hand and closed the distance between them, leaning his head down to nip at a neck cable.
Ratchet: Light, warmth, /love/. A hazy sea enveloped Ratchet, small bright images popping up, some of him through Ironhide's eyes, others of battles long ago, a sunset on a hill, a desert town, all swirling around him, wrapping him in warmth, love, desire, pleasure, driving him ever closer to the brink.
Ironhide: As soon as their sparks touched, Ironhide was assaulted with emotions and images; want, need, trust, and love, all entangled with each other, and flashes of himself, a good number of them involving him injured or their previous trysts. He let out a low moan, pressing closer, and bit down harder on Ratchet's neck.
Ratchet: Everything feeding into Ratchet, the sparks touching, the images and feeling Ironhide shared, all combined to push Ratchet ever closer. Then Ironhide nipped at his grille one last time, and that sent him into a spiraling overload, his optics going white, and every system going into a reboot sequence.
Ironhide: Ironhide moaned again, pulling Ratchet closer as the medic's overload triggered his own, and he shivered, slumping on top of the other with the occasional small twitch going through him. A few kliks passed before he spoke, "...why the frag did I wait so long to do that with you?"
Ratchet: Ratchet floated in bliss for a few kliks, until Ironhide's low rumble pulled him to consciousness. He focused his slowly rebooting optics onto the mech above him. A sated grin covered his faceplates. "I don't know, maybe the same reason why we never said 'I love you' to each other?"
Ironhide: "Idiots, both of us," Ironhide chuckled, reluctantly rolling off of Ratchet to lie next to him, chestplates closing with a quiet hiss. "Old, stubborn fools." He threw an arm around the other's waist.
Ratchet: Ratchet snuggled into Hide, his chestplates closing as well. "We make quite the pair, don't we?" One hand rubs Ironhide's back in lazy circles.
Ironhide: Ironhide laughed, pressing his forehead to Ratchet's, "That we do." His engine purred at the hand on his back.