It's for plot! Really!
Alpha Trion: *he was already in the medbay preparing.* ::'Hide? Ratchet? Are you ready? Everything is prepared.::
Ratchet: *He looked at Hide* ...Ready?
Ironhide: -shifts- ....as I'll ever be.
Ratchet: ::Yes, we're ready.:: *he was a bit nervous himself, but he was willing to try this* Let's go then, shall we?
Ironhide: -dear Primus, this is going to be awkward-
Alpha Trion: ::Very well, I will be waiting. Aux Medbay, please. It will be less attracting of attention.::
Ironhide: ::Much appreciated.:: - D: -
Ratchet: ::Understood.:: *he led 'Hide out of their room, rubbing his shoulders* Hey, it's alright.
Ironhide: ...
Ironhide: ...this is going to be weird.
Ratchet: ...I know. But do you think it will be worth it?
Ironhide: You know I do.
Ratchet: *he nodded and pulled him closer*
Ratchet: *after a few minutes, he found his way to the medbay doors, and knocked on it*
Ironhide: -is /not/ shaking from nervousness, barely-
Alpha Trion: Come in! Come in! *he was dinking with the displays*
Ratchet: *he opened the door and slid in first, pulling 'Hide with him* ...Come on...
Ironhide: -lets Ratchet pull him in, trying his best to calm down-
Alpha Trion: *He turned to set up a curtain around one of the tables, which had a shitload of equipment around it, with lots of cables*
Ratchet: *he eyed the curtains, then 'Hide.* ...::It's okay, really.::
Ironhide: ::...I can't believe I'm about to do this.::
Ironhide: -shifting from foot to foot-
Ratchet: ::Everything will be fine, you'll see.::
Alpha Trion: I am glad you two could make it. And I am grateful you two are willing to try. Now, come over here, and stand here....
Ironhide: -squares his shoulders and goes over to where Trion indicated, shifting again where he stands-
Alpha Trion: *he moved about, placing sensors and cables on him at vital points, then nodded at Ratchet to come over and do the same thing*
Ratchet: *Which he did, a bit more calm that 'Hide, but still a bit nervous*
Alpha Trion: *he moved to put the same sensors on Ratchet, and when he was finally done, he stepped back and tapped at the displays, making sure they were reading correctly.*
Ratchet: *he reached over and tweaked one of the sensors, and grinned* There. Now you're set.
Ironhide: -shifts more, forcing himself to do this-
Alpha Trion: *he chuckled* So I am. Thank you, Ratchet. So, to give you at least a bit of privacy, I put up the curtain. However, I will be right by the displays monitoring them, alright?
Ratchet: *he nodded, then looked at 'Hide* .....You alright..?
Ironhide: ......not really, but... -vents out some air- I can do this.
Ratchet: *he eyed 'Hide, then grabbed the curtain and pulled it shut, pulling 'Hide suddenly into a sharp, attention-getting kiss*
Alpha Trion: *he ignored any sounds and just went to the monitors, watching, eyeing any alignments or anything that happened during this...*
Ironhide: !!! -optics go wide, and his hands go to Ratchet's shoulders, grabbing them to steady himself-
Ratchet: *one hand pulled and held him close, his other hand...well, trailing where only his hands are allowed. He wants to make 'Hide forget where he's at and why he's there...*
Ironhide: -ttly embarrassed, but oooooh, that kiss feels good, and so does what his hand is doing-
Ratchet: *his fingers slid over that engraving again, softly, as he deepened the kiss, trying to distract him...*
Ironhide: -shudders, letting out a quiet moan and wrapping arms around him while he kissed back-
Ratchet: *He made a soft growling noise, his engine rumbling softly, fingers grazing across the treads of a tire, the other hand reaching across wires and armor, teasing*
Ironhide: -reaches a hand to trace along the hubcap of his back tire, fingers grazing against lugnuts, and nips at his mouth, growling lowly; distraction is working!-
Ratchet: *he growled softly at that, and gripped his tires hard, pulling him closer, feeling the distraction working. His own frame shuddered softly, and he leaned down to nip at wires at his neck...*
Ironhide: -groans, returning the favor, his engine revving, and dips fingers into a wheel well to drag along the inside curve-
Ratchet: *he moaned, his entire body shivering again, and he took a step forward, pinning him against the table, nipping at the fuellines and cables in his neck, hoping to keep him distracted. His own fingers found the engraving again, his other hand slipping behind a wheel to torment the joint there...*
Ironhide: -bites at that fuel line roughly, pulling him closer, and moans when the etching is found again, the hand not buried in a wheel well digging into crevaces in his armor and squeezing wires-
Ratchet: *he groaned at that, and stepped further again, pressing him against the table, trying to get him to lay down on it. He ran a hand across his chestplates and armor, tormenting his mate...*
Ironhide: -and he does so, pulling Ratchet down on top of him with a groan and alternately kissing and biting at his neck, fingertips dragging along the inside curve of the wheel well and stroking circuitry-
Ratchet: *He crawled up over him, fingers trailing across armor, treads, tires, and of course, the engraving. After a moment, he decided to try something...trailing his hands down, and then sliding his fingers right along the inside of the knee-joints, just to see how he would react...*
Ironhide: -jerks with a quiet whimper, fingers spasming slightly, and sends a few magnetic pulses into the other's chassis-
Ratchet: *he smirked a bit, nipping and biting gently, his fingers finding a more solid piece of armor to grip on the knee joint, fingers pinching and tracing. His other hand trailed across treads and the engraving again, alternately...*
Ratchet: *he grinned gently as he nipped* ::tell me what you want...::
Ironhide: -he shudders, hard, arching his chest up with a load moan and working his hand in enough to pinch one of the cables leading to his spark chamber- ::...rougher...:: -his comm voice is low, demanding-
Alpha Trion: *he had been eyeing the readings, noting spikes in energy getting closer together. But the sounds eventually caught his attention. /Hmm...should I take notes?/ *he chuckled to himself and shook his head, eyeing the readouts again...*
Ratchet: ::Rougher? Alright, fine.:: *he gripped harder, fingers digging in at the kneejoint, and then bit down on one of the cablelines in the other's neck. His free hand trailed up to the separation in the other's chest, fingers sliding one way, and then harsh pressure the other way...*
Ironhide: -growls, biting back /hard/, almost enough to puncture, and presses closer, fingers running up the internal cable to press on the casing itself roughly-
Ratchet: *He growled, pain lancing across his systems. But when 'Hide's hand brushed across his casing, he nearly fell apart in his mate's hands.* ::Nnngg...Primus, 'Hide...:: *he bit down at an outcropping of 'Hide's armor, his fingers gripping at the tirejoint, tracing fingers across it tauntingly*
Ironhide: -Ratchet's reaction doesn't escape his notice, and he does it again with a low growl that turns into a whimper when his tirejoint is teased; he arches his chest up, grinding against the other-
Ratchet: *he half whined, half moaned and growled at him, his own spark aching for contact. He leaned up, using his hand to push against 'Hide to gain support, and nipped at the armor pieces that stuck up from 'Hide's helm, wondering if those were sensitive at all. His other hand went to his mate's shoulder, gripping hard as he leaned up, fingers digging in and brushing against cables.* ::you want something...?::
Ironhide: -he'd never realized just how /sensitive/ the protrusions on his helm were, and hissed out something unintelligible, dragging his palm along the casing and, with his other hand, fingertips along the inside curve of the wheel well- ::.../Primus/...need S-spark /now/...:: -retracts his chestplates, pressing up insistently-
Ratchet: *he groaned at the feel of 'Hide's hand against his spark casing...but instead of his chest armor parting right away, he ended up biting down harder on the helm protrusions, his fingers digging in. The feeling was driving him crazy, and there was a soft click inside his chest armor, indicating those plates would be slid back momentarily...* ::Mnnrrggh...::
Ironhide: -screams, loudly, the bites on those protrusions sending him into overload, his hands clenching onto whatever they can find and his entire chassis shuddering-
Ratchet: *Aw, slaggit all. THAT was not what he intended. But, 'Hide was lost to the joys of overload now, and he was still riding along the edge. But he didn't mind...it meant he got to watch his mate in pure pleasure. He nipped at the helm again, drawing out the overload as much as possible...and to make matters worse, he dragged his hand across that etching ....AGAIN.*
Ironhide: -he yelps, clinging to Ratchet tightly, still shuddering from the waves of pleasure coursing through him, slumping down finally in a heap, his intakes wheezing as they pull in air to cool overheating systems-
Ratchet: *he pulled back a bit, grinning lopsidedly at 'Hide, his fingers pulling back to keep him from offlining from even -more- intense pleasure. He leaned down and kissed him gently against his mouth, trying to calm him down slowly* ::I love you...:: *his own systems were now overcharged, and it was akin to a near-drunken state. But he would wait...annoyingly electrifying as it was.*
Ironhide: -kisses him back, twitching occasionally and smiling loopily, oblivious to everything but Ratchet's presence-
Alpha Trion: *he eyed the readouts, then looked at the curtain that the two were behind.* ...Ahem...Ratchet? There was no spark-contact...
Ratchet: *he blinked, snapped back to reality. He looked at the curtain, then back down at 'Hide, then back at the curtain. Only one thing came to his over-charged state of mind.* ....oops?
Ironhide: -Trion's words snap him out of his haze, and he groans, hitting the back of his head against the table, embarrassment flooding over the bond- ::...sorry, Ratch...:: -more embarrassed over the fact that his mate didn't overload as well than the observation, but only slightly-
Ratchet: *he chuckled at that, and he sent back soothing, loving feelings right back at him* ::Shhh, it's alright. It was my fault for finding something so...interesting..:: *he leaned up and nipped at those helm pieces again, just teasingly, to show he wasn't mad.*
Alpha Trion: *he shook his head* Tell you what. Be back here tomorrow, same time. No interfacing between then. Let me know when you two are ready, and I will help get the sensors off. *his voice was actually in an amused tone*
Ironhide: -shivers at the nip- ::....what about you?::
Ratchet: *he grinned and playfully dragged his fingers over the etching, just slightly* ::I'll get my 'revenge', don't worry.:: *he nipped again, then slowly moved off of him, then off of the table, shakily at first.*
Ironhide: -eyes Ratchet and twitches, fingers spasming again, but sits up and gets to his feet, putting a hand on it to keep steady-
Ratchet: ::Hey, it's alright. My fault, remember?:: *he leaned over and nuzzled gently against him, then pulled back* Alright, we're ready.
Alpha Trion: *The curtains slid back after a few seconds, and he walked up and began removing the sensors from each of them...first Ratchet, the Hide...grateful that Ratchet turned and began helping with the sensor removal. After a few minutes, they were done.* Alright. Now. Tomorrow, same time, right here. And Ratchet...? Be careful next time. *he smiled lightly and placed a hand on his shoulder.*
Ironhide: ::Slagger. -but with no heat-:: -nuzzles back, carefully not looking at Trion as he removes the sensors-
Ratchet: *chuckled lightly at that* ::But you love me still, yes?:: *he watched as Trion finished taking off the sensors*
Alpha Trion: Alright you two....I'm done here. Off with you two youngsters. *he chuckled lightly* I've got work to do.
Ironhide: -grumbles at both of them, but brushes his hand against Ratchet's briefly- ::Yeah, I do.::
Ratchet: *he nodded at Trion, and caught 'Hide's hand, pulling him gently through the door, smiling at Trion's last statement as they left.*
Alpha Trion: Kids....
Ratchet: *Once in the hall, he gently pressed 'Hide against the wall, kissing him gently* ::Quit feeling so bad. I'm fine.:: *he didn't intend to drive his mate through the roof again, just wanted to make him feel better....*
Ironhide: -kisses back- ::But you didn't...::
Ratchet: ::Shh. I told you. It's fine. I was happy with just watching you ...:: *voice soft as he pulled back, staring at him, a slight, soft smile gracing his face*
Ironhide: ::You sure?:: -hugs him, and keeping one arm around him, starts heading to their quarters-
Ratchet: *he slipped an arm around his mate's waist, and nodded gently, smiling* ::Yes. Now quit your worrying.:: *teasing gently*
Ironhide: -nuzzles him as they walk, leaning against him-
Ratchet: *he nuzzled back gently and led them to their room, tapping the keypad's security codes to open the door.* And, we're home.
Ironhide: -immediately heads for the berth, stretching out on it and motioning for Ratchet to join him- .....that was...not as bad as I thought it'd be.
Ratchet: *he crawled up into the berth next to him, and wrapped an arm around him gently* See? I told you it wasn't going to be that bad. But I think I did a good job distracting you. *grins*
Ironhide: .....
Ironhide: You did. -kisses, and snuggles up to him-
Ratchet: *he kissed back gently, curling against him* For now, I think we rest. What do you think?
Ironhide: Yeah....sounds good... -optics already dimming-
Ratchet: *he allowed himself to fall offline, smiling softly. Seeing 'Hide happy made him happy, and all he wanted was for him to be happy. He was already out, intakes rattling very softly...*