RP log: Ironhide and Ratchet bond
Ironhide is flopped on the recharge berth, engine rumbling a sleepy purr as he dozes in a light recharge, obviously recovering from the extra hours he put in trying to help Optimus and Jazz to manage Prowl's workload. An empty cube of highgrade - not his usual black stuff - sits on the bedside table.
Ratchet mumbles to himself as he enters his shared quarters, however he stops when he sees Ironhide. The medic stops in the middle of the room and gazes fondly at his lover.
Ironhide twitches spasmodically and growls softly to himself, as though he is having some sort of dream.
Ratchet frowns and comes to sit by Ironhide. "Hide?" He says soothingly as he reaches out to the black mech.
Ironhide comes suddenly awake, sitting up with a loud gasp, optics flaring brightly in shock before dying down to a more normal illumination. "Ergh...!" His vision clears and he peers at his lover. "Ratchet? How long have you been home?"
Ratchet runs a hand comfortingly up and down Ironhide's arm. "I just got in." he says softly. "Are you all right?"
Ironhide nods. "It was nothing, I was just having a dream." He eyes the empty cube of highgrade on the nightstand warily. "Fractal custom blended some highgrade for me to try, hoping to find a replacement for my black stuff - maybe it was a side effect." He frowns.
Ratchet hums thoughtfully. "It could be." He says as he moves to wrap his arms around Ironhide and kiss the weapon specialist.
Ironhide hugs the white mech, happily returning the kiss and pulling the medic against him to cuddle. "How was your day? Are things a bit more relaxed now that you don't need to fret over Prowl?"
Ratchet smiles. "It was quiet and yes, it's a relief that he's back to work, still... I wish I could prevent such crashes from happening."
Ironhide makes a disappointed clicking sound. "So you haven't stopped fretting... You're the medic, you know very well that nothing will fix Prowl short of reprogramming him completely, and then he wouldn't be Prowl anymore. His cascades are as much a part of him as this scrapped hip of mine is of me, and both of us still manage to get the job done in spite of our weaknesses." He gives Ratchet a comforting squeeze. "You're doing all you can, love."
Ratchet sighs and leans against Ironhide. "I know." He admits. "Prowl gave me nearly the same lecture yesterday."
Ironhide looks apologetic. "Sorry, I just can't stand to see you blaming yourself for imagined failings when you work so hard."
Ratchet chuckles and tightens his arms on Ironhide. "And I'm grateful for that."
Ironhide snuggles against the white mech. "I am very proud of you, Ratchet. Very proud of you, and proud that someone like you wants to be with me. I've never been happier than I have these past orns I've spent as your lover." He sighs, idly stroking the medic's arm. "Only one thing would make me happier," he muses, so quietly it is almost out of audio range, then shakes his head.
Ratchet lays his head on top of Ironhide's. "I feel the same. I don't know how I survived without you." He murmurs against the black mechs audio. He pauses as he replays Ironhide''s last comment. "What is that, Hide?"
Ironhide presses his lip components against Ratchet's face. "That would be having you with me for always, but we're in the middle of a war, there can be no guarantees. As I promised before, I would never willingly leave you, but you and I both know that sometimes we are not given a choice. If things had been different, I..." He shakes his head again, sadly. "No, things are what they are. I need to ask for a promise from you, now, Ratchet..."
Ratchet nuzzles his face against Ironhide's. "What is it, Hide?"
Ironhide clutches the white mech close, voice deep with emotion. "If something should happen to me - not that I intend it to, but you know it is always possible - I want you to promise me that you won't wait so long after my death as you did after Socket's before finding someone new. I don't mean for you to force yourself, but if your optics happen to fall on a mech or femme and you feel even the smallest glimmer of possibility, I don't want you to turn away out of respect for my memory. No, what I want to you grab the opportunity with both hands and hold on for dear life. That is how you can respect my memory. You're too vibrant and passionate to be alone, Ratchet... I want to be able to look back from the Matrix and see you wringing every astrosecond of pleasure you can out of life."
Ratchet kisses Ironhide, pouring his overwhelming emotions into the contact. "Frag it, Hide." He chokes out. "Just don't...don't talk like that. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You aren't going to leave me too!"
Ironhide groans deeply at the intensity of the kiss. "No, Ratchet, I never want to leave you, and if I have my way I won't... just... Aw, slag, I'm sorry." He cups the medic's face between his hands, running his thumbs over the medic's dermal plating. "I don't want to imagine you without me, or me without you. Ever. But sometimes I'm afraid, afraid like I haven't been in a long, long time... I've seen a lot of things, and not much scares me anymore, but this does," he whispers.
Ratchet holds Ironhide tighter. "Primus, Hide, don't even think about it." He pleads. "Nothing will, happen. Everything will be fine." He promises as he leans into the hands on his face.
Ironhide rains soft kisses on the medic's face. "Oh Ratchet, you deserve so much more than this, you deserve to bond with a mech who can promise you forever and deliver on the promise, not a warrior who could be made a liar with the next missile hit or plasma blast. I love you so much," he mutters fiercely, "I want to give you more, I want to give you everything, but..."
Ratchet gives Ironhide an surprised look. "You want to...bond?" He murmurs. "Hide,..."
Ironhide releases the white mech, looking downwards, shoulders slumping in defeat. "I do, but... but you can see why it isn't a good idea... I couldn't ask you to endure what might happen if I couldn't stay..."
Ratchet forces Ironhide to look up at him. "Bonded or not, I wouldn't last long if I lost you." He says feirously. "My Spark would fade. I'm not as strong as you think I am, lover."
Ironhide looks utterly crestfallen, shaking his head in desperate denial. "No... no, it can't be. You must go on. I can't bear the thought of you dying, even if it meant you were joining me..."
Ratchet lays his forehead against Ironhide's. "What if I was the one who died?" He whispers. "I know I would want you to live on, but how would you feel?"
Ironhide shudders. "I would try," he murmurs, in a pain-filled voice, "because you wished it, and because I know my skills are needed. Failing that, I... I suppose I would do my best to ensure my death at least had meaning..."
Ratchet presses thier lip componenets together in a comforting kiss. "Let's stop. It's upsetting us to talk about this. I want to spend time with you and not worry about death. We've had enough of that these many vorns."
Ironhide nods unsteadily. "You are right. I just..." He sighs and flops back on the berth, covering his faceplate with his hands and rubbing at his temples as though trying to force the unhappy thoughts from his CPU. "Primus..." he mutters.
Ratchet streches out beside him and lays his head on his lover's shoulder. "It's all right, Hide." He soothes.
Ironhide wraps his arms around the slightly smaller white mech and clings tightly, as though trying to use his large bulk to shield his lover from all the pain the world can dish out. "I guess I'm feeling a little down because I had a talk with Fractal earlier. He's been doing a lot better lately, I think his programming is settling down, so I told him to come and see you and see if you think he can be cleared for active duty once again."
Ratchet sighs and presses close to Ironhide. "He should be ready physically but his mental state is another story. One I cannot judge."
Ironhide hums thoughtfully. "When I was going through Prowl's paperwork I saw that office space has been allocated to your little head shrinker, what's her name? Psycho? And when I walked by the place, who did I see in there but Saberspark, painting his little spark out. He said she asked him to. Anyway, maybe she'll do a better job with Fractal than she did with Prowl - at least I hope she doesn't break him too."
Ratchet chuckles. "Her name is Psyche, Hide. Hmm, well, I'm sure that she'll take more care from now on."
Ironhide hmphs. "I met her in the hallway the other day, and she had the nerve cables to suggest that I should stop in for a visit. Muttered some slag about my 'wounded inner sparkling' or something..." He gives the medic an appraising look. "You didn't put her up to it, did you?"
Ratchet bites back a laugh. "No, Hide, I certainly didn't."
Ironhide frowns, lowering his optic ridges until he is almost squinting with displeasure. "Then what's so slagging funny?"
Ratchet smiles. "That she would even say such a thing to you is amusing. That would take courage." he teases.
Ironhide abandons his frown and pouts, suddenly looking very sparkling-like indeed. "I showed her my cannons and she didn't even blink. Nobody's going to respect me, anymore."
Ratchet laughs outright. "That I would have loved to see."
Ironhide growls and pouts some more. "See what I mean? No respect."
Ratchet kisses the pout off of Ironhide's face. "I have plenty of respect for you." He teases
Ironhide rumbles approvingly and kisses Ratchet back, engine purring softly. "Mmmm... This kind of respect I can definitely deal with..."
Ratchet shakes his head and laughs a little, smiling fondly at his lover. "I love you, Hide."
Ironhide nuzzles the white mech. "I love you too, Ratchet." He runs a hand teasingly over his lover's front grill. "Let's just resign from the Autobots and never leave these quarters again..."
Ratchet purrs softly. "Mmm, if I thought they'd survive without me I'd take you up on that."
Ironhide sighs. "And they do need you... I think they might need me, too. There's a mission in the works, and they want me on it. No details have been settled yet, but it's going to be pretty risky..."
Ratchet rubs his face against Ironhide's neck, trying to comfort both of them. "Just be careful."
Ironhide "I will," Ironhide agrees. "I'm not finished sparking you yet," he teases, "and I don't think I ever will be."
Ratchet grins. "You do still have plenty of vorns to make up." he purrs.
Ironhide returns the smile, a wicked gleam in his optics. "And so do you."
Ratchet smirks. "Oh, I'll more than make up for them." He teases as one hand slides along his lover's chest.
Ironhide rolls over to allow his lover better access. "I like the sound of that."
Ratchet straddles Ironhide's hips and runs his hands over the black armor, slipping his fingers into gaps to tease at the wiring and cicuitry.
Ironhide 's growl of excitement as Ratchet unexpectedly takes the initiative turns into a groan of pleasure as the medic's talented fingers cleverly stimulate him. His own fingers briefly frame the white mech's hips and then move upwards to his waist, flicking lightly against cables, and strumming over sensor nodes searching for sweet spots of their own. "So would you?" he asks, breathlessly. "From everything we've discussed, avoiding it is not going to help matters, so..."
Ratchet moans softly as Ironhide runs his hands up his body. HIs hands pause and he startes down into his lover's optics. "Bond?" he asks, his vocalizer sounding breathy.
Ironhide gasps, still stroking the beautiful white form perched above him, optics filled with reverence. "Yes... I love you, I love you so much... Being with you is paradise, and it's still not enough... I feel it when we're together, like I want to push myself inside your spark and become part of you forever... I want to be inside of you, and I want you inside of me."
Ratchet carresses Ironhide's cheek before cupping his face and kissing him. "Primus, I love you more than anything. Being with you healed the hurt I was still carrying. Without you... Hide, I want to be a part of you. You and I sharing our lives and our Sparks."
Ironhide purrs softly into the kiss, air intakes beginning to speed up with excitement, hands now shaking as they dip in and out of the crevices of the white armour. "You already have everything that is mine," he whispers, passionately. "This will just be the official... surrender..."
Ratchet rains soft kisses on Ironhide's lip components as his hands travel down his lover's chest to locate the latches on his armor. "All mine and I'm all yours." He moans.
Ironhide abandons his pleasurable caresses for ones with more purpose, finding the seam that will open Ratchet's armour and then tracing downwards, pressing around as though searching for something. His fingertips ghost across a small panel. "Your cable's here, isn't it? I've never used mine, not even for a program exchange. It's not really fun to be read like some sort of inanimate hard drive."
Ratchet squirms against the searching digits. "Y-yes." He stutters as his own hands open Ironhide's armor and searches. "I haven't either."
Ironhide 's hands tremble, evidence that he too is not unaffected by his lover's explorations. A fingertip rubs against the panel, pressing on it a little more firmly and it clicks open, allowing him to gently poke at the wiring inside, the connector cable, and the small port nearby. With his other hand, he slips between the medic's questing fingers and clicks his own panel open, gasping as the cool air hits the carefully protected devices for the first time.
Ratchet , hands shaking, dips his finger into the now open compartment and gently tugs on the cable. "Hide...." He moans despearatly.
Ironhide hisses at the sensation of his cable being pulled free, a small shower of blue sparks erupting from the end of the connector, data already desperate to transmit. "Ratchet... ohhh..." He carefully grasps the medic's connector between his thumb and forefinger as well, slowly unfurling the cable from its storage slot somewhere inside the white mech, pulling the plug inexorably towards his port.
Ratchet groans and braces himself with his free hand. "Primus..." he breathes as he carefully brings the cable up to his chest. His bright blue optics watch Ironhide's hand, ready to start the connection between them.
Ironhide looks deeply into Ratchet's optics. "I love you," he whispers, and slips the cable into his data port, letting out a small moan of pleasure as the link begins to establish itself.
Ratchet shudders as he too connects with Ironhide. His optics never leave Ironhide's as he shakes. His Spark pulses needily as the connection asserts itself.
Ironhide 's engine revvs up suddenly, causing his frame to tremble mightily as he slides his chest armour open and pulls the medic against him, seeking his mouth for a hungry kiss, glossa pushing deeply inside to caress the sweet metal within. Bits of sensations and emotions begin to transmit over the line, the overwhelming pleasure of kissing his lover, the need for that white chest armour to be open RIGHT NOW or he will surely de-activate from the burning need inside of him...
Ratchet keens as he's assualted with his lover's desire. His chest armor slides open faster than he thought possible or safe and he presses himself spark to spark with his lover, now his bond-mate. "HIde." He groans brokenly against his lover's lips. His own desire wells up, nearly burning him up with it's intensity.
Ironhide 's face is tense with longing, a small, uncharacteristic whine of aching delight escaping his vocalizer as Ratchet's passion, compounded by his own, washes back over him across the link. What a miracle, that this beautiful, amazing creation, somehow loved him, and wanted to join with him, could get so much pleasure out of being near him... An overwhelming, all encompassing need to protect, to devour, to consume, to embrace, to be embraced, to bury himself in the new, warm clasp of his lover's mind, mirroring their joined bodies, and the savage backlash of rapture as vicariousness becomes reality.
Ratchet is dimly aware of Ironhide's thoughts and he smiles. His mind fills with the love and desire he feels for the black mech, sending his affection and lust though the bond. Things that could never be properly expressed in words are shared. The safety he feels with Ironhide, the comfort, and rightness of being with him. "Love you, I love you." He sobs outloud.
Ironhide pushes deeply into the medic's thoughts with a whimper of yearning, greedily burying himself within the solace he finds, such beauty that it makes his spark ache. Then, carefully, he wraps himself around the other's presence, and pulls him backwards out of himself, carrying him into a storm tossed sea suddenly made calm by a gentle voice, a soothing presence, a hand in the dark when all hope seems lost... So much love, love that could drown the unwary, angry, ferocious, stubborn, all consuming love...
Ratchet tangles his very being with Ironhide's, holding tightly to the warmth of his lover's being. Trust so complete that it leaves no room for any doubts washes over him as he allows Ironhide to guide him.
Ironhide relaxes and allows Ratchet to pour back into himself, following the flow with an impish glint of mischief in his mind as he accesses his lover's deepest systems, probing gently at first, then with increasing confidence, searching until he finds a sensor grid control protocol. He focuses his efforts on the area that processes sensations coming from the spark, and tweaks it slightly, building up a false sensation to treat his lover, soft fingers ghosting, tracing his spark... somehow coming from the inside...
Ratchet shouts, his vocalizer crackling from the sudden strain. His air intakes wheeze as they pull in air, trying to cool his nearly molten insides. It feels like he is going to fly to pieces from the sensations of his Spark being assualted by the phantom fingers teasing it, and the CPU numbing pleasure of being completely one with his lover. A shaky whimper escapes him.
Ironhide lets out a strangled cry of his own and works his spark against his lovers in unsteady jerks, feeling the effects of his efforts rocketing back towards him, sweetened all the more by the certainty that they had worked. *Am I really that good?* he wonders in astonishment.
Ratchet pants as he moves in time with his lover, no his bonded now, pushing his Spark chamber as close as he can get it to his counterparts. *Primus, Hide.....so good, so much.*
Ironhide 's frame trembles in time with the excruciatingly pleasurable hot bursts that race through him each time his new bonded presses and withdraws his spark, gripping in feverish delight at the welcome invasion of his lover's consciousness within his own. *You're not bad yourself,* he sends, opening himself as completely as he can, wanting more of his bondmate's touches, both physical and mental.
Ratchet delves willingly into Ironhide's conciousness, touching, teasing, reaching for more of his bonded. *I-I, ooooh, ... only for you, only with you.*
Ironhide rocks wantonly beneath the white mech, intoxicated by the sensations he was experiencing, basking in the exquisite sensual bliss evoked by Ratchet's movements and inner explorations. He strains upwards, panting and groaning, "Yes, like that... I feel you... oh Primus, that is so slagging good!"
Ratchet clutches Ironhide as he suddenly presses their Sparks together as close as he can. "Ironhide!" he chokes out as the sensations finally build up to the breaking point and he overloads. Light explodes behind his optic and the medic shudders and writhes on top of the black mech.
Ironhide howls and clasps fitfully at the medic, receiving, instead of a dim echo of the medic's pleasure, a savage overload that bursts through him, and makes his own systems flare, effectively cresting twice, filling him with ecstasy made more blinding and brilliant by the overwhelming love flooding every part of his being. "Aahhhhhhhh, Ratchet... nnnngh!"
Ratchet claws desperately at Ironhide as he is hit with Ironhide's overload just as his begins to wane. "S-slagging P-pit...Nnnn!" He cries as he slumps onto his bonded's chest, still quaking.
Ironhide collapses into a trembling heap, tension slowly draining from his form, a blissful expression plastered onto his faceplate. "If I had realized it would be this incredible, I would have done that a lot sooner," he rumbles, voice somewhat weak from shouting, yet filled with contentment. "That's it, you're stuck with me now."
Ratchet laughs weakly, a content smile coming to his face. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Ironhide hums. "Perhaps we should unplug now. See if the connection took?" he suggests. "I don't want to fall into recharge and then wake up to having my cable ripped out when you get up to go to work."
Ratchet gins and wearily reaches up to disconnect. Experimentally he reaches out with his Spark to the new presence within it.
Ironhide wiggles slightly as he feels his spark being touched by an altogether new sensation. "Is that you?" he whispers in wonder, reaching out in turn.
Ratchet sends his amusement through the bond. "That's me, love." he says teasingly, but he too is awed by the new connection.
Ironhide pulls Ratchet back down against his chest. "I don’t know about you, but I am exhausted... I wonder if you'll be able to see my dreams," he muses.
Ratchet chuckles as he settles on Ironhide's chest. "Bound to be interesting if I can." he says sleepily. "Mm, love you, Hide."
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