Fic: Adapt and Experiment, Pt.6 Necessary Analysis
Title: Adapt and Experiment, Pt.6 Necessary Analysis
Continuity: G1
Rating: NC17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ratchet/Prowl
Warnings: sticky.
Summary: Every potential tactical advantage (or possibly, disadvantage) must be explored, just in case...
Notes: This request on the kinkmeme caught my eye.
But in short: Technological adaptations (alt modes), used to imitate a planets mechanical advancement, are not the only way Cybertronians blend in. They also modify coding and protoform to emulate the dominant culture and give themselves a better understanding of how the planetary inhabitants will react to the Cybertronians and to appear more approachable and less alien.
Disclaimer: Transformers and all related stuff still doesn't belong to me :(
“Ratchet.” Prowl's flat tone cut through the medbay as the mech in question raised his optics from his view-screen. “Dare I ask what Teletraan has seen fit to gift us with this time?”
Ratchet chuckled, the human sound joining the amused glyphs he was transmitting on a short-length comm band. He was well used to the tactician and his ways, and while he sounded annoyed, his sensor panels were communicating a resigned amusement. “Nothing as bad as the tentacle fiasco.”
The panels twitched as Prowl obviously brought up some of the associated memories at their mention. “It couldn't get much worse than that.”
“More tentacles?” Ratchet said with a wicked smirk as he closed down the files he was working on and stood up. Prowl shook his helm as he stepped back to let Ratchet stretch out his cables, several gears grinding over each other as he rotated them. “I assume you're here for a demonstration?”
“If I don't know what the subroutines do, they could be a liability in a fight if they get switched on by accident.” He didn't have to bring up the tentacles again, the image of Megatron and Optimus tangled together and cursing up a storm as they tried to both separate themselves without overloading and trying not to let the other get in a sneaky attack was burned into every processor that had been planetside at the time.
“Isolation ward two.” Ratchet said, not at all phased by the logical reason, Prowl was pure Cybertronian, exploration was not something he had ever considered as a career and the cultural adaptations were still something he tolerated rather than welcomed for the most part.
A quick comm ping at the door ensured that they wouldn't be bothered short of Red Alert calling a full scale assault.
“Position?” Prowl looked around the room before back at Ratchet for instructions.
“From the image recordings Teletraan so graciously shared, anything seems to work, but lying down seems to be the most common. Face up.” He added as Prowl hesitated.
“Now what?” The tactician asked as he settled is sensor panels on the berth, waiting for the material to conform to his frame.
“It's a two part activation code, trigger the first part and I'll show you what it does.”
The snick of Prowl's panelling transforming showed that he had found the correct code. “Interesting.” Was all he said as Ratchet joined him on the berth.
“Right. The first thing to notice is the enhanced sensor readings, they have been ramped up to threshold levels.”
“Dangerous. That overloads sensors and creates charge that is hard to dissipate.”
Ratchet grinned as he trailed a hand across the black and white armour. “In this case, that's the main aim.”
“I see.” Prowl said as he shifted underneath the medic. “And the modification?” One hand gestured downwards.
“Valve.” Ratchet said. “Teletraan named it.” He added at the raised optical brow. The other quickly joined it as Ratchet ran a finger round the edge of the modification.
“Do I want to know how many sensors Teletraan thought was appropriate?” The flat tone was strained and the sound of fans spinning up was loud in the small room.
“Probably not.” Ratchet returned as he pushed a finger into the valve, feeling the walls clamp down in a wave.
Prowl hissed, his optics a few shades brighter than normal. “And what exactly does the second part of the code do?”
“Test it and see.” Ratchet smirked as he wrapped his hand that wasn't busy with the tacticians valve around the extending spike.
“Oh.” Prowl finally got out after a false start where all he managed was static. “I see what Teletraan meant about humans being a bi-gendered species."
Ratchet gave a rather undignified squeak as he was rather abruptly flipped onto his back. “Get your protocols online.” Prowl tapped at his armour until it slid out of the way. “This as simple as it appears?”
“Spike A into valve B, continue until overload.”
Sensor panels twitched at the medic's sarcasm before he clarified his question. “Any preparation required?”
“Make sure your partner has a well lubricated valve and that it is stretching enough to accommodate your spike.” Ratchet smirked as Prowl looked down, apparently unsure how yto go about that task and the medic finally took pity on him. “I'm ready. Had half the mechs on the Ark in here asking questions and wanting demonstrations.”
Prowl didn't answer as he lined up his spike and slowly slid it in till his pelvic armour fetched up against Ratchet's. A low burst of static escaped his vocaliser as he stilled, sensor panels quivering until he had regained some of his vaunted control.
“Intense.” He finally said as he planted his hands onto Ratchet's shoulders and rocked his hips, the pleased chirr from below making the corners of his mouth turn up into a small smile. “You're enjoying this aspect of your job aren't you?”
“Definitely.” He lifted his hips, urging the tactician to pick up the pace. “Most planets aren't anywhere near this hedonistic. Mating for pleasure rather than to procreate is quite rare on organic worlds.”
“Resources on this world are abundant.” Prowl returned, his tone only slightly tinged with static as he kept to his slow rhythm despite Ratchet urging otherwise as he tried different angles until he found one that got him a whimper.
Sensor panels hitched upwards with smug amusement as Ratchet whimpered again, his hands clamping around black hips in another effort to force a faster pace. His frustrations and need swept through his electromagnetic field when Prowl refused to comply. Each slow thrust letting the charge rise in a rolling wave, washing across his circuits in a tingling burst of pleasure.
Overload, when it hit, almost caught him by surprise, the charge overwhelming his data processor with reports and for a short moment every thing registered as pleasure before the world faded into static. Only a vague sensation letting him know that the excess charge had jumped to Ratchet as the medic arched beneath him.
Ratchet had already rebooted when he onlined again and was watching him with a bright optics, one hand stroking over a twitching sensor panel. “Well?” The medic asked in a lazy tone, his fingers working their way into a far too sensitive joint.
Prowl traced over the indents he had left on the medics shoulders as he carefully sat up, mindful of the fact that his spike was still buried in the medics valve. The movement making Ratchet's steady venting hitch. “I think I need to make a few more tests to ensure there are no hidden subroutines.” Prowl said with a completely straight face, only the smallest curl of his mouth giving him away as Ratchet grinned, clearly happy to have yet another convert.
Continuity: G1
Rating: NC17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ratchet/Prowl
Warnings: sticky.
Summary: Every potential tactical advantage (or possibly, disadvantage) must be explored, just in case...
Notes: This request on the kinkmeme caught my eye.
But in short: Technological adaptations (alt modes), used to imitate a planets mechanical advancement, are not the only way Cybertronians blend in. They also modify coding and protoform to emulate the dominant culture and give themselves a better understanding of how the planetary inhabitants will react to the Cybertronians and to appear more approachable and less alien.
Disclaimer: Transformers and all related stuff still doesn't belong to me :(
“Ratchet.” Prowl's flat tone cut through the medbay as the mech in question raised his optics from his view-screen. “Dare I ask what Teletraan has seen fit to gift us with this time?”
Ratchet chuckled, the human sound joining the amused glyphs he was transmitting on a short-length comm band. He was well used to the tactician and his ways, and while he sounded annoyed, his sensor panels were communicating a resigned amusement. “Nothing as bad as the tentacle fiasco.”
The panels twitched as Prowl obviously brought up some of the associated memories at their mention. “It couldn't get much worse than that.”
“More tentacles?” Ratchet said with a wicked smirk as he closed down the files he was working on and stood up. Prowl shook his helm as he stepped back to let Ratchet stretch out his cables, several gears grinding over each other as he rotated them. “I assume you're here for a demonstration?”
“If I don't know what the subroutines do, they could be a liability in a fight if they get switched on by accident.” He didn't have to bring up the tentacles again, the image of Megatron and Optimus tangled together and cursing up a storm as they tried to both separate themselves without overloading and trying not to let the other get in a sneaky attack was burned into every processor that had been planetside at the time.
“Isolation ward two.” Ratchet said, not at all phased by the logical reason, Prowl was pure Cybertronian, exploration was not something he had ever considered as a career and the cultural adaptations were still something he tolerated rather than welcomed for the most part.
A quick comm ping at the door ensured that they wouldn't be bothered short of Red Alert calling a full scale assault.
“Position?” Prowl looked around the room before back at Ratchet for instructions.
“From the image recordings Teletraan so graciously shared, anything seems to work, but lying down seems to be the most common. Face up.” He added as Prowl hesitated.
“Now what?” The tactician asked as he settled is sensor panels on the berth, waiting for the material to conform to his frame.
“It's a two part activation code, trigger the first part and I'll show you what it does.”
The snick of Prowl's panelling transforming showed that he had found the correct code. “Interesting.” Was all he said as Ratchet joined him on the berth.
“Right. The first thing to notice is the enhanced sensor readings, they have been ramped up to threshold levels.”
“Dangerous. That overloads sensors and creates charge that is hard to dissipate.”
Ratchet grinned as he trailed a hand across the black and white armour. “In this case, that's the main aim.”
“I see.” Prowl said as he shifted underneath the medic. “And the modification?” One hand gestured downwards.
“Valve.” Ratchet said. “Teletraan named it.” He added at the raised optical brow. The other quickly joined it as Ratchet ran a finger round the edge of the modification.
“Do I want to know how many sensors Teletraan thought was appropriate?” The flat tone was strained and the sound of fans spinning up was loud in the small room.
“Probably not.” Ratchet returned as he pushed a finger into the valve, feeling the walls clamp down in a wave.
Prowl hissed, his optics a few shades brighter than normal. “And what exactly does the second part of the code do?”
“Test it and see.” Ratchet smirked as he wrapped his hand that wasn't busy with the tacticians valve around the extending spike.
“Oh.” Prowl finally got out after a false start where all he managed was static. “I see what Teletraan meant about humans being a bi-gendered species."
Ratchet gave a rather undignified squeak as he was rather abruptly flipped onto his back. “Get your protocols online.” Prowl tapped at his armour until it slid out of the way. “This as simple as it appears?”
“Spike A into valve B, continue until overload.”
Sensor panels twitched at the medic's sarcasm before he clarified his question. “Any preparation required?”
“Make sure your partner has a well lubricated valve and that it is stretching enough to accommodate your spike.” Ratchet smirked as Prowl looked down, apparently unsure how yto go about that task and the medic finally took pity on him. “I'm ready. Had half the mechs on the Ark in here asking questions and wanting demonstrations.”
Prowl didn't answer as he lined up his spike and slowly slid it in till his pelvic armour fetched up against Ratchet's. A low burst of static escaped his vocaliser as he stilled, sensor panels quivering until he had regained some of his vaunted control.
“Intense.” He finally said as he planted his hands onto Ratchet's shoulders and rocked his hips, the pleased chirr from below making the corners of his mouth turn up into a small smile. “You're enjoying this aspect of your job aren't you?”
“Definitely.” He lifted his hips, urging the tactician to pick up the pace. “Most planets aren't anywhere near this hedonistic. Mating for pleasure rather than to procreate is quite rare on organic worlds.”
“Resources on this world are abundant.” Prowl returned, his tone only slightly tinged with static as he kept to his slow rhythm despite Ratchet urging otherwise as he tried different angles until he found one that got him a whimper.
Sensor panels hitched upwards with smug amusement as Ratchet whimpered again, his hands clamping around black hips in another effort to force a faster pace. His frustrations and need swept through his electromagnetic field when Prowl refused to comply. Each slow thrust letting the charge rise in a rolling wave, washing across his circuits in a tingling burst of pleasure.
Overload, when it hit, almost caught him by surprise, the charge overwhelming his data processor with reports and for a short moment every thing registered as pleasure before the world faded into static. Only a vague sensation letting him know that the excess charge had jumped to Ratchet as the medic arched beneath him.
Ratchet had already rebooted when he onlined again and was watching him with a bright optics, one hand stroking over a twitching sensor panel. “Well?” The medic asked in a lazy tone, his fingers working their way into a far too sensitive joint.
Prowl traced over the indents he had left on the medics shoulders as he carefully sat up, mindful of the fact that his spike was still buried in the medics valve. The movement making Ratchet's steady venting hitch. “I think I need to make a few more tests to ensure there are no hidden subroutines.” Prowl said with a completely straight face, only the smallest curl of his mouth giving him away as Ratchet grinned, clearly happy to have yet another convert.