TF: Charge
Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Pairings: Ironhide/Wheeljack
Summary: Wheeljack has a new invention
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the tf_rare_pairing June Challenge prompt - "What in Primus' name is that?"
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
“What in Primus’ name is that?” Ironhide exclaimed before thinking better of it. “Actually, wait, I don’t think I wanna know.” He held his hands up to provide some sort of defence against the… machine… his lover was holding up.
“Trust me Ironhide, you’ll enjoy it.” He was sure Wheeljack was grinning behind that mask.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Oh, Primus…” Ironhide groaned as all his systems came back online. He was buzzing from a pleasant high.
“See…” Anything more Wheeljack was going to say/gloat about was muffled by Ironhide yanking him down and kissing him.
“I see. Now, let’s see how much ya can take.” He grinned, flipping them so he was straddling Wheeljack. He pulled the machine out of Wheeljack’s hands and lowered the settings.
“No, don’t… ooooooh…” Wheeljack’s protests disappeared as Ironhide touched the probe to his plating and the charge flooded his systems.