Ficlet: Promises
Title: Promises
Continuity: G1
Rating: PG-13
Character(s): Wheeljack, Ratchet, First Aid, Hoist
Warnings: None
Summary: Ratchet should know better than to make promises like this.
Notes: Commentfic party here, somebody wanted Wheeljack and porn of any type. Well, I didn't quite manage that, but implied porn is good enough. Right?
Part of the Oath and Covenant AU. Series masterpost here
Disclaimer: Transformers and all related stuff still doesn't belong to me :(
Wheeljack didn't have to say anything as he stood in the entrance to the medbay, his helm fins flashing happily. Hoist turned away, a suspicious grin curling at his mouth as First Aid declared that he suddenly needed a pad from the office.
Ratchet growled, the deep rumbling of his powerplant echoed by his vocaliser as the irrepressable engineer bounced up and down slightly, his armour vibrating in anticipation.
"Time to pay up Ratch." The older medic ignored Hoist who all of a sudden become very uncoordinated and just had to duck under a berth to retrieve a spanner that he miraculously dropped. It seemed to be stuck as he didn't get back up very quickly. And the audible snickers escaping the office showed that First Aid wouldn't be coming back out to help any time soon.
Slag it. He hadn't meant it literally when he said that he'd let Jack tie him to his berth and have his way with him if he managed to make a weapon against the 'Cons that didn't malfunction.
Continuity: G1
Rating: PG-13
Character(s): Wheeljack, Ratchet, First Aid, Hoist
Warnings: None
Summary: Ratchet should know better than to make promises like this.
Notes: Commentfic party here, somebody wanted Wheeljack and porn of any type. Well, I didn't quite manage that, but implied porn is good enough. Right?
Part of the Oath and Covenant AU. Series masterpost here
Disclaimer: Transformers and all related stuff still doesn't belong to me :(
Wheeljack didn't have to say anything as he stood in the entrance to the medbay, his helm fins flashing happily. Hoist turned away, a suspicious grin curling at his mouth as First Aid declared that he suddenly needed a pad from the office.
Ratchet growled, the deep rumbling of his powerplant echoed by his vocaliser as the irrepressable engineer bounced up and down slightly, his armour vibrating in anticipation.
"Time to pay up Ratch." The older medic ignored Hoist who all of a sudden become very uncoordinated and just had to duck under a berth to retrieve a spanner that he miraculously dropped. It seemed to be stuck as he didn't get back up very quickly. And the audible snickers escaping the office showed that First Aid wouldn't be coming back out to help any time soon.
Slag it. He hadn't meant it literally when he said that he'd let Jack tie him to his berth and have his way with him if he managed to make a weapon against the 'Cons that didn't malfunction.