Log dump: Why Ratchet was offline when Megs got brought in!
Ratchet: *He figured Hide would be out for some time, and he put on a few songs, practicing his singing voice. Currently he was on a song by the human band 'Finger 11", the song called "Paralyzer". It had an interesting beat, and he was able to sing along with it -quite- well...Not to mention he was actually moving about, somewhat dancing to it..*
Ironhide: -his class ended a bit earlier than usual for the day; he'd decided to give the younglings a bit of a break, and he heads back to the room, smiling a bit to himself-
Ratchet: *He was still singing along with it, his voice damn near matching the original singer's voice as he held a makeshift microphone (ie a piece of tubing), as he sang into it, still moving a bit, his back to the door...*
Ironhide: -punches in the code and enters the room, stopping and staring at Ratchet for a moment before grinning, sneaking up behind him, and grabbing him around the waist- You're in a good mood.
Ratchet: *In an instant he dropped the tubing and stopped completely, freezing* ..H-Hide...!
Ironhide: You don't have to stop because of me. -grins wider, speaking against his audial-
Ratchet: *He was frozen. He normally kept this side of him under wraps, but now he was found out* ....You weren't supposed to be back yet.
Ironhide: M'glad I came back early, then. -starts moving, trying to get him to start dancing again-
Ratchet: *He turned in Hide's arms* ..What are you doing?
Ironhide: I want you to dance again.
Ratchet: ...Oh really? And why is that? *he tilted his head again, the song coming to an end.*
Ironhide: Don't want you to stop on my behalf. -grins- And I like it when you dance.
Ratchet: Hmm...I'll tell you what. Pick the song. *he relented.*
Ironhide: How about....this one.
Ironhide: Want you to sing, too.
Ratchet: Sing. ...Why? *he raised an optic ridge again*
Ironhide: -grins- Just sing for me. Please? -doesn't let go of him, fully intending on dancing with him-
Ratchet: *He sighed, grumbling* ...Fine. Play the song.
Ironhide: -smiles, nuzzling him a bit, then pulls back and begins playing the song-
Ratchet: *He listened for the cues, and began singing along with it, swaying as Hide swayed a bit...not that he really had a choice here..*
Ironhide: -just dances with him, holding him loosely-
Ratchet: *He continued singing and dancing a bit with him, his voice raising, lowering and dipping up and down in volume as needed..*
Ironhide: -smiles, pulling him closer, and nuzzles him again- ::You didn't want me to see you doing this?::
Ratchet: *he grumbled a bit at that* ::Mnn...You know how I am..::
Ironhide: ::You should do it more often. For me.:: -kisses his neck softly, and starts singing along with him quietly-
Ratchet: ::More often, huh?:: *he seemed to debate that* ::I might....for you...::
Ironhide: -chuckles and rests his head on Ratchet's shoulder, kissing his audial, voice rumbling quietly with the chorus-
Ratchet: *His own voice mixed in with Hide's as they moved about the room a bit, Ratchet quietly enjoying this, though not really letting on about it*
Ironhide: -he was enjoying this too, loathe to break the peaceful, kind of floating feeling they're both experiencing just yet-
Ratchet: *He continued with the singing, the song nearing its end, voice still rising and lowering with the song, and still moving around with him*
Ironhide: -as soon as the song ends, he kisses his neck again, engine rumbling softly, and lightly drags fingertips along seams on his back-
Ratchet: *He grumbled a bit at that, his own engines rumbling very softly.* ..New song..? *His own fingers were tracing along the edges of some of Hide's armor at his sides..*
Ironhide: You pick the next one. -doesn't stop his slow finger movements, head resting on his shoulder-
Ratchet: *problem was, he couldn't think of one.* ...I don't know...*his fingers trailed along the armor on Hide's legs, teasing along armor protrusions..*
Ironhide: -starts playing an old Cybertronian song, from before the war, hands migrating down to his lower back and hips, still moving slowly, and pulls him closer-
Ratchet: *It was an old tune that he hadn't heard in a long time, and it seemed to worm it's way into his processors, digging up very old memories. He leaned in against Hide, his fingers trailing along those armor edges, and sliding back up to find his forearms, trailing along the connections and places where Hide's cannons would be..*
Ironhide: -engine rumbles continue, and he kisses his neck again- ...do you remember when we first met?
Ratchet: Mmhmm...I do...*he rumbled slightly at the kiss at his neck, his hands now sliding around his mate's waist*
Ironhide: -chuckles- You almost had to manually offline me. S'a good thing you dragged me off that battlefield when you did, in hindsight.
Ratchet: *he chuckled a bit at that* I remember. You were so stubborn then. And sometimes I think you are even worse -now.-
Ironhide: -playful growl- You can be a stubborn aft at times, too. -another kiss to the neck, and a grope to that aft-
Ratchet: Me? *he growled back, his fingers digging into armor seams* Only when it comes to my patients, you know that.
Ironhide: -quiet snort- That ain't the only time you're stubborn. -returns the favor, lightly biting down on a fuel line-
Ratchet: ..Mnng...Oh really..? And when else am I stubborn..? *He mumbled a bit at the bite to his neck, his fingers digging deeper*
Ironhide: -bites down again, this time just a little bit harder- In the berth. But I like you being stubborn then.
Ratchet: *He made a sound at that, one hand trailing up across the orange lights on his chest armor, tormenting around the edges* I can be stubborn elsewhere, too...
Ironhide: Mmm? -fingers now moving slowly over the treads on his back tires, and continuing to lightly nibble on that fuel line, that interesting him more than talking at the moment-
Ratchet: *He didn't say much else, just rumbled to himself as he leaned his head to one side, his optics offlining for a bit, allowing Hide to take control this time..*
Ironhide: -starts moving them closer to the berth, slowly, still dancing to the music and keeping his touches gentle and teasing-
Ratchet: *he walks backward with Hide, not minding at all, his own hands finding new and different places to roam and caress. He half listened to the music, half paid attention to where they were heading..*
Ironhide: -has no intention of rushing, wanting to take his time, and alternates between kissing and nipping along the fuel line, fingers slowly migrating into wheelwells-
Ratchet: *He was rather surprised at the slowness this time; usually Hide went right for him, and got what he wanted as quickly as possible. But this time...seemed different. Movements were slower, more defined, more subtle and sensitive. He groaned softly at the nips on his fuelline, and the fingers sliding into his wheelwells. He slid his own fingers across armor edges and up under the armor on Hide's chest, his trained medic's fingers moving slowly along certain cables that he knew would entice the right kind of reaction...*
Ironhide: -He wasn't sure why he wanted to do things differently this time. The song is still playing softly as he moves them closer and closer to the berth, it taking three full breems before they're even within arm distance of it, and he lets out a quiet growl at the fingers underneath his armor, his own tracing random symbols and shapes along the inside curve of wheel wells-
Ratchet: *He was half listening to the song as he was backed up slowly to the berth. His fingers still traced slowly across wiring, and slipping in further, finding the basic support structures for Hide's frame, and tracing fingers across different supports, sensitive as they were. He continued to lean his head to one side, letting Hide bite and nip at him..*
Ironhide: -finally reaches the berth, gently nuzzling him and pressing him down, trying to get him to lay down; the kisses and nips move up to his audial, and then back down to his shoulderarmor and upper chest, kept light-
Ratchet: *And he did comply, very willingly. He laid down on the berth, pulling Hide with him gently, one hand finding tiretreads to mess with gently, his other hand still up under the chest armor still, sliding up and down those supports, never stopping..*
Ironhide: -shudders slightly, the song finally ending, and settles down on top of him, the kisses and nips still slow and light and adding a tiny bit more pressure behind the no longer random shapes being traced; they've changed into actual glyphs now, ones of love, dedication, protection...-
Ratchet: *He was too taken in by the kisses and nips to notice the glyphs. He tried to lean up to catch Hide in a full-on kiss, his hands now moving to both of Hide's sides, fingers grazing and dancing over the armor* ::Mnng...'Hide..:: *his voice was soft, not overly needy and such*
Ironhide: ::Yeah, Ratch...?:: -allows the kiss, deepening it only a bit, fingers continuing to trace those glyphs slowly; this isn't as much about overloading as it is just spending time with each other-
Ratchet: *He mumbled softly against the kiss, his fingers tracing every small line of Hide's armor, sliding along the armor cracks and such.* ::...Love you.:: *He managed to speak over the comm, though his voice was still softened. This was one of those rare moments when all that was really shared was just love, and not a heated desire or want. Just the time to love each other, and show it to each other in their own way..*
Ironhide: -shifts slightly, engine rumbling softly- ::Love you too...:: -keeps the kiss gentle, one hand detaching itself from within a wheelwell to move slowly upward and cup the side of his face- ::...there's somethin' I've been wondering.:: -his own voice was quiet, not wanting to ruin the peace-
Ratchet: *He looked up at him, watching as the dim lights seemed to glint off his armor in a million different points. The moment seemed to have a surreal tone to it.* ::...What is it..?:: *He relaxed his hands, just holding Hide against him, staring at him calmly*
Ironhide: ::When did you...realize you loved me?:: -his tone is more curious than anything, and he breaks the kiss to press their foreheads together, that one hand still tracing glyphs-
Ratchet: *He smiled a bit at that, and relaxed, offlining his optics as he pulled up memories from his memory processors. He finally found it...about five million years before. Ironhide had become badly injured. Ratchet had worked for three rotations straight to fix him, but his left hip remained stubborn, and no matter what he did, it always remained troublesome. But it was on the second day of repairs that Ironhide had taken a turn for the worse, something in his sparkchamber failing. It was one of the life support nodules in the chamber itself. If any of the six failed, then the rest would fail soon after; They all depended on each other. He had worked furiously, trying everything he could to make sure Hide stayed online. It didn't help that Ironhide was seeing someone, and he had the pressure of that femme around him, worrying as well. It was around this time that he realized that to him, the cannonslinger was more than just a friend to him...and he felt guilty for those thoughts. From there on out, he kept it to himself, never once letting on how he felt, and just keeping a good friendship with the Weapons Specialist* ::Mnn....Remember your injury? The one where your hip never healed correctly?::
Ironhide: -he dug through his own memory banks, finding that particular time and his optics widened slightly- ::.....that long ago?:: -his hand stilled, fingertips still pressed against the inside curve, and he looked down at Ratchet in a mixture of shock, sorrow, and apology- ::I...why didn't you /tell/ me sooner? Or make a move? If I had known.....I don't know if I...but I wouldn't have.....it must have hurt you so badly to hear me talk about Chromia....I'm sorry...:: -his voice was still quiet-
Ratchet: *He smiled and shook his head* ::'Hide. Don't worry. What I did, I felt was the right thing. I told you I didn't want to ruin our friendship, and I still stand by that. Besides, you talking about Chromia made me realize you were happy. That's what I wanted. So don't be sorry.:: *He reached up and placed a hand on the side of Hide's cheekplates, his optics a soft blue-green*
Ironhide: -leans his head into the touch slightly, apology still very evident on his face- ::But I...Ratchet, if I had known.....maybe we could have...::
Ratchet: *He shook his head* ::Shh. You were happy. I was not going to step on that. Besides. Look what waiting got us...:: *He let a soft smile cross his face as he watched the other, and sending a few soft pulses of reassurance and calm across the bond.*
Ironhide: -stares down at him for a few moments more before leaning down and kissing him again, offlining his optics- ::I'm still sorry. I love you, so much, and I am going to make /sure/ you're happy for the rest of our lives. I promise.:: -his fingers started moving again, slowly tracing glyphs-
Ratchet: *He leaned up to meet him halfway, kissing back gently as he slid his arms around 'Hide, pulling him closer and tighter into the kiss.* ::I told you...don't be sorry. Be happy for what you had, and be happy for what you have now. Don't ever regret. If it's one thing I have learned in my profession, it's to cherish every minute, and not regret anything...And I don't...and you shouldn't either.:: *His fingers trailed up and down along Hide's spinestrut, gently, in a loving kind of lazy feel..*
Ironhide: -deepens the kiss a bit, his free hand moving from the side of his face to rest on his shoulder armor for a klik, then dragging down and tracing along his grill slowly- ::I am happy. Happy you didn't avoid me, happy you finally made a move....because I don't think I would have realized myself until you did.::
Ratchet: ::Then I am glad I did something...:: *He let his hands explore Hide all over again, as if it were the first time again, as if relearning him yet again, trailing over armor, seams, joints and wiring..*
Ironhide: -engine rumbles softly, and he lets out a quiet moan, his actions becoming less slow and gentle; he's really not in the mood to talk anymore-
Ratchet: *He was still exploring, kissing back, fingers beginning to dig under the armor, looking for something to torment Hide with..*
Ironhide: -groans softly, breaking the kiss after a breem to move down and nip at his grill, one hand exploring his chest to try and find the latch or gears that will open his chestplates while the other stops tracing glyphs, instead dragging palms along tire treads-
Ratchet: *He moaned softly as Hide's hands trailed across him, trying to get his chestplates open, and tormenting tires, fingers sinking in along treads, causing tendrils of sensations to start weaving their way through his systems..*
Ironhide: -he searched harder, sitting up slightly to look with his optics as well; he had plans that required those chestplates out of the way-
Ratchet: *He looked up at him, watching as he searched to get his chestplates open.* .... *He was curious as to what he had planned..*
Ironhide: -growls quietly, that latch proving extremely difficult to find, before leaning back down and kissing him deeply- ::Open up for me, Ratch.::
Ratchet: *And it was merely the words and the kiss, and there was a click under his chestplates, and the armor split and slid aside...his spark revealed. Only so easily for one mech would he allow his spark to be revealed..*
Ironhide: -as soon he can see the glow of his open spark chamber, he breaks the kiss with a nip to the lip, then moves back down, staring at it for a moment before carefully lowering his head and gently kissing the metal of his spark chamber-
Ratchet: *He gave off a low moan to that, the kiss just sending shocks through his system already...it was intense, pleasurable, and very enticing..*
Ironhide: -spurred on by that moan, he drags his glossa in a long swipe along the very edge of the opening, the fingers of one of his hands reaching in to gently trace against the opposite side, on the outside of the chamber-
Ratchet: *His whole body hitched at that, his face twisting in pleasure as his spark chamber was licked and touched tormentingly* MMnggg.... *His hands grasped at Hide's shoulders, his body shaking slightly..*
Ironhide: -can't help but grin and does it again, leaning forward more to nip very lightly at the metal, taking care to not touch the spark itself yet-
Ratchet: *The teasing was already becoming too much, as the pleasure built, but not enough. He half moaned, half whined as he shifted, trying to gain more, but failing horribly* ..Mnn...Hide...Primussss...
Ironhide: -takes his time, making sure to lick and nip every millimeter of the outer edge, fingers lightly tracing glyphs, spark /still/ remaining untouched-
Ratchet: *Oh it must have been a good five minutes as Hide took his time. He was nearly whining by the end of it, with him writhing by the time Hide had made a complete round around his spark chamber* ...Hide...Please....*his breathing had increased, his systems cycling air faster than normal now..*
Ironhide: -pauses after he finishes one circuit, moving up to kiss him, then goes right back down to his spark chamber, starting to make /another/ circuit-
Ratchet: *He whined rather loud, his back arching upwards, his chest pressing towards Hide.* nNNgggg!! H-Hide...! P...Please! *he sent these feelings across the bond, to show him what he was doing, that it was driving him insane..*
Ironhide: ::Please what?:: -practically purrs, taking nearly twice as long this time to go around-
Ratchet: *His moans and whines had tapered to whimpers as the pleasure increased only marginally, driving him more and more insane. His writhing occasionally increased, but went back to an occasional movement, and he offlined his optics.* ...Please...o-overload....
Ironhide: -chuckles lowly, giving one last swipe with his glossa before moving to press their chests together, kissing him /hard/-
Ratchet: *The pleasure had already been at such a high level that when their sparks touched, he cried out, the pleasure increasing exponetially, nearing overload already. His systems were crackling already, some areas smoking lightly.* ::OHPrimusOhPrimusOhPrimus...!!!::
Ironhide: -moans, feeling everything Ratchet is through the Bond, and slams him with energy; all of Ratch's reactions had an effect on him, and he wants overload /now/-
Ratchet: *With an intensity that had just kept building and never stopped, he hit overload fast and hard...and harder than he had ever felt. But this was the kind that not only did he hit overload, but it kept going and thrust him into a /secondary/ overload, which pulled a scream out of him...a good, loud, thick scream. His body shook, then tensed at the second overload, his fingers digging into Hide's sides...*
Ironhide: -buries his head in his shoulder, gritting his denta at the intense sensations, releasing a muffled scream of his own when overload hits him, pulling him as close as possible-
Ratchet: *With this much intensity it was amazing that he didn't offline right then and there. But he managed to ride most of it out, his systems sparking. But he didn't make it all the way thorugh, his systems offlining at the tail end of the overload, just as he was starting to relax....*
--Unit: Ratchet. Status: Offline.--
Ironhide: -slumps down on top of him, intakes cycling frantically, dropping into recharge himself, but not before grinning tiredly, but very smugly-
Odd choice of song with the lyrics, I know, but picture movie!Ratchet's voice singing it. :O