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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note: AGAIN-WARNING FOR SMUT! I tried to keep this separate from Jazz and Prowl's chapter and ensure that they weren't too similar but one can only do so much with the material one has.
Chapter Sixty-Four: Learning Together
The Autobot base was quiet- very quiet. The only sound being the crocodile making the smallest of splashes as it moved in and out of the water. Mojo had found Mikaela’s slippers and Beeper had found a wonderful place to nap on Optimus’ desk. So when the peacefulness was abruptly interrupted by the sudden roar of two engines as Ratchet and Wheeljack approached the croc disappeared under the water, Mojo quickly scuttled under the bed and Beeper rolled over to his other side and went back to sleep.
“Wow, this place looks so different when nobody’s here,” Ratchet mused as he glanced around the empty courtyard.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. That’s wonderful,” Wheeljack replied as he quickly made his way to Ratchet’s side.
“Wheeljack, wait what? Hey!” Ratchet yelped as he was suddenly lifted off the ground and the world around him blurred as Wheeljack spun and began heading for his workshop. “Wheeljack!” Ratchet snickered as he found himself being carried in the traditional ‘bridal carry’. “And here I thought you weren’t paying attention to Earth culture.”
“I have had it with waiting,” Wheeljack muttered as he walked straight into his personal hanger.
Ratchet looked up at Wheeljack amused as the engineer halted in the center of the room and glanced back at the open doorway puzzled. The medic chuckled. “You’re going to have to put me down if you want to close the door,” he said with a smile.
Wheeljack looked back at Ratchet surprised before he ducked his head a bit. “Oh, right. Sorry.”
Ratchet just continued to smile as Wheeljack gently set him back on his feet and turned to quickly shut the doors when Ratchet’s hand on his arm stopped him. “Why don’t we leave them open?” Ratchet suggested quietly. “I mean, no one’s here anyway and…” Wheeljack glanced over at his new husband in surprise and Ratchet quickly ducked his head embarrassed. “I mean… well…”
Wheeljack smiled behind his faceplate and turned back away from the door. “Sure, we can leave it open.”
Ratchet smiled gratefully before he quickly turned and glanced around the rather cluttered hanger. ‘Some things never change,’ he smiled as he began picking up random items off the ground. “Just what were you doing with all of this?” he asked as he stared at what looked to be a fusion converter in disbelief. “You can’t tell me that you were using all of this just for the transmitter and computer.”
“Of course not,” Wheeljack said as he plucked the little machine out of Ratchets hand. “Red asked me to help come up with a security alarm for the base.”
“Did he now?” Ratchet sighed as he realized that that meant that Wheeljack’s free time was going to be even more non-existent.
Wheeljack could instantly see where Ratchet was going with his thoughts and quickly grabbed him around the waist and pulled the other mech towards him. “Hey! Right now it’s all about me and you so I do not want to see you pouting.”
Ratchet presented Wheeljack with a mock frown. “I do not pout,” he said sullenly.
Wheeljack smirked as he started to pull Ratchet over towards the somewhat cleared side of the room. “Whatever you say Ratchet.”
Ratchet just sighed as he looked about the hanger and frowned. “Beds. Next project, beds.”
“I can’t believe you guys didn’t already have them when we got here,” Wheeljack told him a bit annoyed.
“Well, when we go into recharge we’re usually in our alt modes so…” Ratchet trailed off with a shrug. “It didn’t seem that important.”
Wheeljack just let out a sigh. “Yeah, right…”
Ratchet turned to Wheeljack and the two just stood there, awkwardly for a long, long, long moment. Wheeljack was surprised to find himself suddenly trying to figure out if he was supposed to remove his hands from Ratchet’s waist or if that would be the wrong thing to do, given the circumstances. Ratchet was just content in standing there in Wheeljack’s presence, taking in the moment.
He turned to look up at Wheeljack with a smile. “So what’s next?” he asked curiously.
Wheeljack slouched slightly. “Um, I was hoping you would know… being the medic and all.”
Ratchet sighed and shook his head as he reached up and wrapped his arms around Wheeljack’s shoulders. “Well I know the basics of it,” he said with a smile. “We’re just going to have to figure it out together won’t we?”
“That sound’s like fun,” Wheeljack smirked as he pulled Ratchet even closer. He looked down at his new husband. “Ratchet…” he murmured in their native language.
Ratchet shuddered as he heard the soft whirls of his name. He smiled and pulled Wheeljack even closer to him. In learning all the different languages and dialects that Earth had to offer, there was still nothing as sexy as the sound of your beloved whispering your name in your own language. “‘Jack…” Ratchet almost purred as he nearly went completely limp in Wheeljack’s arms.
Wheeljack chuckled again and began maneuvering Ratchet further into the building but not so far as they could no longer see the stars. “Ratchet…” Wheeljack hummed again.
Ratchet’s optics winked back on as he looked up into the blue of his partners. He soon frowned however as he reached up and rapped his knuckles against Wheeljack’s faceplate. “What do you have hidden back here?” he chuckled as Wheeljack leaned back a bit surprised at the sudden invasion of personal space. “Show me,” Ratchet whispered. “Please?”
“Ratchet…” Wheeljack began but Ratchet pulled back, a bit of a frown on his face.
“Um… you don’t really have to…” he said a bit embarrassed. “I mean… well…” Ratchet looked up in surprised as a finger dropped against his mouth.
“Ratchet,” Wheeljack chuckled as he removed his finger. “Will you at least give me a second to answer?”
Ratchet “blinked” in surprise. “Oh… right. Sorry.” Ratchet dutifully clamped his lips shut and waited patiently.
Wheeljack sighed and reached upward, pressing a small hidden button and with a click and a whoosh the faceplate finally slid back with a soft hiss. Wheeljack had instantly bent his head, working his jaw as the cold air hit the lower half of his face. Ratchet had yet to say a word and Wheeljack was becoming more and more nervous the longer the silence stretched. Wheeljack finished moving his jaw around and finally risked a glance upward to see Ratchet’s reaction.
He had barely lifted his head completely when arms were suddenly thrown about his shoulders and his head was yanked downward. There was the sudden sound of metal on metal and Wheeljack unexpectedly found himself trying to figure out what in the Matrix had just happened. Ratchet’s face was exceptionally close and it took Wheeljack a moment to realize that the other mech had his mouth pressed up against his own, little electric jolts tingling the area where they were connected. Well… this was new.
Ratchet suddenly pulled back and Wheeljack took a moment to stare down at him confused. Ratchet was now the one ducking his head, refusing to meet the others gaze. Wheeljack wasn’t sure what to think about the rather odd move and looked down at the medic curiously. “Okay… that was different.”
Ratchet ducked his head even more at the engineer’s words. “Yeah… ”
Wheeljack looked down at Ratchet as the mech flustered and a small smile quirked on his lips. It wasn’t everyday that the steady medic was fretful. “Ratchet? Care to explain?”
Ratchet sighed, finally allowing his hands to drop. “Um… that was a kiss.”
Wheeljack stared down at Ratchet confused. “Kiss?” he repeated as he quickly looked the term up. “A press of lips that show love, affection and or can be used in greeting.” Ratchet stared at Wheeljack for a long moment before he burst out laughing, startling his new husband. “What? That’s what it says.”
Ratchet continued to laugh however, forcing Wheeljack to catch him as he nearly fell over. Ratchet’s laughter abruptly halted as he found himself once again pressed to Wheeljack’s side before another chuckle escaped him. “I so have to get you to read one of those books Judy’s always quoting.”
Wheeljack’s optics winked. “Books?”
Ratchet chuckled and shook his head. “Never mind,” he laughed a moment more before getting himself under control. “You have the definition right but to humans a kiss is so much more. It’s also what lovers do.”
Wheeljack looked confused at the new term before his search engine popped up with the appropriate site… and a few inappropriate sites. “Oh… OH!” Wheeljack was now the one who desperately wanted to look away but found himself caught by Ratchet’s own gaze. They stared at each other before a thought occurred to him. “Why’d you wait then?”
Ratchet sighed. “Like it says, you need two sets of lips for a kiss to work, and it is kind of hard to kiss someone else when they constantly have their face plate in place.”
“You know I have to keep it down with my work, not to mention the multiple times my work doesn’t, well, work. It’s just something that I got into the habit of-”
“Wheeljack, I wasn’t criticizing you!” Ratchet interrupted, placing a hand over Wheeljack’s mouth. The blue optics turned back to him and Ratchet smiled as he pulled his hand away. “Honestly. I was just stating a fact.”
Wheeljack frowned at him. “No you weren’t. You were teasing me,” he said, a bit of a whine to his tone.
“I was not teasing you.” Wheeljack just looked at him. “Okay, maybe a little,” Ratchet confessed.
“I thought so…” Wheeljack huffed.
Ratchet sighed as he wrapped his arms around the other mech again. “Sorry, okay.”
Wheeljack managed to hold his hurt look for another few seconds before he dropped it and wrapped his own arms around the other mech. “Hey…was that our first fight?”
Ratchet pulled back a bit to see the other mech. “That’s hardly our first fight.”
“No not that,” Wheeljack shook his head. “I mean our first Aligned fight.”
“Oh…” Ratchet thought about it. “I guess it was. Kind of a stupid fight,” he chuckled.
“Perhaps…” Wheeljack trailed off. He suddenly grinned evilly. “Dose this mean I get make up sex now?”
Ratchet pulled back and just stared at Wheeljack in complete and total shock as ‘Jack continued to grin down at him. He suddenly burst out laughing once more and collapsed against Wheeljack’s chest. “Where in the world did you learn that?” he demanded.
“Pop up window,” Wheeljack chuckled.
“Of course,” Ratchet sighed.
Wheeljack stared at Ratchet a moment longer. “Well?”
Ratchet just looked up at him amused. “Well what? This is your show.”
“What? Oh… um. You know more about it so I thought that, well.”
“That I would take the lead?” Ratchet supplied.
“What? No. I mean, yes. I mean…” Wheeljack frowned as he saw Ratchet’s widening grin. “It’s not like this comes with instructions or anything!”
Ratchet sighed as he wrapped his arms around Wheeljack’s neck once more. “Oh alright, I suppose.”
“Oh good,” Wheeljack grinned and Ratchet huffed at the others obvious relief.
“This is not how I pictured my wedding night,” Ratchet muttered under his breath in English before he reached up and yanked Wheeljack’s head back down for another kiss.
Wheeljack jerked in surprise again before the small tingles returned and he hummed softly as he leaned down, meeting the kiss and starting to return it. Ratchet purred happily when he felt the kiss finally reciprocated and he wrapped his arms tighter. He pulled back a bit and smiled softly before leaning in and dropping little butterfly kisses against Wheeljack, creating random little jolts through each brief touch.
There was a soft growl and Ratchet’s head was grabbed and held in place as Wheeljack finally leaned down and took control of the kissing. Ratchet chuckled but soon began to moan as the small jolting shocks became a rather prolonged current of electricity. Ratchet could feel the hum of his own spark as it began pulsating, as if it knew what was to come. He could feel the world tilting as he was suddenly tipped backwards and Ratchet allowed Wheeljack to move him as he wanted as he was slowly lowered to the floor.
Wheeljack finally pulled back and a small bolt of bright blue electricity connected them momentarily before it dissipated in the air. Both were panting heavily and Ratchet looked up at Wheeljack expectantly. “Primus…” Wheeljack finally managed to get out. Ratchet couldn’t say anything and only nodded in agreement. “Beds,” Wheeljack continued. “I am building us the beds.”
Ratchet chuckled again as he reached up and pulled him back down for more wonderful kissing. They simply laid there for a while, kissing one another in varying degrees of ghostly touches and hard, desperate embraces. Ratchet hummed as he looked up at the stars for a moment before suddenly he found himself completely blinded as a bright, searing light suddenly flooded his vision. “‘Jack! What the hell?” he yelped, falling back to English automatically.
“Sorry.” The light dimmed to a softer glow and Ratchet had to wait a moment before the picture returned to his optics.
Ratchet was surprised, and at the same time not, that Wheeljack had apparently lit up his sidelights. Ratchet frowned up at him, his arms automatically crossing as he just glared up at Wheeljack. “Care to explain why you decided to blind me?” he asked.
Wheeljack sighed as he pulled back slightly. “I didn’t mean to,” Wheeljack confessed. “I just… wanted to see you…”
Ratchet’s anger drained out of him as quickly as it had surfaced and Ratchet sighed and reached up to pull Wheeljack to him once again. “Just… warn me next time, will ya?”
“Right,” Wheeljack sighed as he pulled Ratchet closer. There was a long pause. “So… what’s the next step?”
Ratchet let out a huff and snickered. With an evil grin he glanced up at Wheeljack and the engineer was instantly on his guard but Ratchet was too quick for him. Wheeljack yelped as the world spun and when it righted again, he found himself now the one on his back looking up at the stars as Ratchet sat back on his knees. “Now… what should I do with you now that I caught you?” he mused.
Wheeljack felt a smile come up and he reached up and cupped Ratchet’s cheek, the medic purred as he pressed his cheek harder against the hand. “Anything you want,” he replied.
Ratchet smiled again before Wheeljack saw a mischievous glint appear in his optic and he watched shocked as Ratchet turned his head slightly to quickly lick his hand. “Another Earth custom?” he asked.
“You never followed those pop ups to the actual sites, did you?” Ratchet chuckled as he leaned down again to press a quick kiss against Wheeljack’s lips.
“Should I?” Wheeljack asked amused.
“No,” Ratchet smirked as he dove in for another kiss. Wheeljack was ready for him this time however and he snagged the medic and held him there, prolonging the kiss and the wonderful tingling sensation. They were both breathing hard when they finally pulled back, Wheeljack’s grip still on the back of Ratchet’s neck preventing the other mech from pulling back more than a few inches and their optics just locked onto one another.
Ratchet pulled back slightly, not fully yanking himself out of Wheeljack’s grasp but still conveying to ‘Jack to let him go. Wheeljack complied and his optics brightened as Ratchet sat back up, now straddling the engineer’s hips as he slowly reached up towards his shoulder panel. ‘Holy. Primus,’ Wheeljack’s thought almost came to a screeching halt as he finally realized something. He watched that hand reaching upward and it finally managed to hit Wheeljack that he was actually shaking. Shaking! Ratchet!
It was then that reality seemed to crash around him. They were really here! It wasn’t a dream! He had really married his beloved just earlier that evening and here he was now about to finally become one with him. Wheeljack could only stare up in shock before he finally managed to shake himself out of his stupor. It now didn’t seem right for him to ask Ratchet to take on all the responsibility for tonight. They were in this together and Wheeljack should be equally responsible and an equal participate.
Ratchet had only just barely touched the latch with his fingertips when Wheeljack placed his own hand over Ratchet’s. Ratchet turned towards him, surprised and Wheeljack smiled up at him as he squeezed the hand before he gently began to tug it back down. “Ratchet,” Wheeljack said softly. “Let me.” Wide, bright optics stared down at him and Wheeljack tried his best to show his love though his own optics. “Please?”
Ratchet looked down at Wheeljack, unsure what to do. He was nervous enough as it was but for Wheeljack to actually be the one to open his plating to see what was hidden underneath. As a medic in the middle of the war, Ratchet himself had seen the inner workings of nearly every single one of his companions but never once had any of them, ever, seen him. It was stupid for him to still be so shy even to this point.
Ratchet jerked himself out of his thoughts as he realized that Wheeljack was still waiting patiently for his answer. This was Wheeljack he was with. He wasn’t going to pressure him at all. He was going to allow Ratchet to set the pace for tonight and allow Ratchet to choose exactly how far they would actually go. It was silly for Ratchet to continue to stall. Wheeljack was his best friend, his love, his husband!Primus that was going to take some getting use to! “His husband” was not a term he was used to saying.
Ratchet hesitated for another second before he nodded finally and allowed his fingers to go limp. Wheeljack smiled and squeezed Ratchet’s hand once again before he gently pushed it away. Ratchet allowed his whole arm to go limp, unsure quite what to do with the appendage as Wheeljack leaned upward and quickly pressed a kiss against Ratchet’s lips before he slowly shifted.
Once again, Ratchet found himself sprawled on his back and almost completely at Wheeljack’s mercy. He clenched his fist at his side for a while before he reached forward and placed it against Wheeljack’s shoulder. “‘Jack…” he whimpered slightly as Wheeljack’s expert hands made short work of Ratchet’s latches.
The medic couldn’t swallow a whimper as he could feel his chest plates slowly inching apart, his whole spark already pulsating rapidly in excitement as it was revealed for Wheeljack’s inspection. Ratchet had never felt so exposed as he did in that moment. It was as if with the exposure of his spark, he was showing everything that he was to the other mech. It was as if he lay bare all the way down to the core of his very self and Ratchet couldn’t help but shiver at the thought.
His optics winked back on, he hadn’t even realized he had shut them, when he felt Wheeljack’s hand cover his own once again. He looked down surprised to find Wheeljack grinning down at him. “So beautiful,” Wheeljack whispered.
Ratchet stared at Wheeljack and allowed a soft smile. “Liar.”
Wheeljack shook his head. “I’m not. You are beautiful.”
Ratchet still looked unconvinced but Wheeljack wasn’t about to argue the matter further. He squeezed the hand in his once more before he finally turned his attention back to the wonderful glow within Ratchet’s body. Ratchet’s Spark brightened under the scrutiny and Wheeljack glanced over to find Ratchet staring at him, his breathing quickening as Wheeljack looked his fill. Wheeljack smiled at him again but wasn’t sure if the smile was any more reassuring than showing his own nervousness. He turned his gaze back to the Spark that pulsated before him. The shining white-blue light was almost blinding in it’s own right and Wheeljack found himself memorized by that flowing swirl of color.
“‘Jack,” Ratchet suddenly whimpered, shuddering beneath him his hand convulsing sporadically around Wheeljack’s shoulder.
It took Wheeljack a moment to realize that he had actually reached out with his free hand and had just ghosted the edge of that tantalizing corona with his fingertips. Ratchet was moaning and Wheeljack reached out once more experimentally. He had just gotten to the edge when Ratchet gasped and practically withered, squirming. A little further and Ratchet was throwing his head back and keening. Wheeljack was in absolute shock. If just the briefest of touches sent Ratchet over the edge, what would it be like to actually complete the merge?
Ratchet, for his part, couldn’t even think that far ahead let alone think at all. His nerve endings were crying out for relief, every part of him was alert and hyper-sensitive as his vision went blind again only this time, it wasn’t because of Wheeljack’s lights. His spark was straining, yearning for something to happen and Ratchet had a feeling he knew what it was.
Was this what it was like for the others? Was it this constant want, this constant need something they felt all the time? Ratchet desperately hoped it wasn’t. He couldn’t do his job if his emotions were constantly in flux like they were in that moment. His mind couldn’t even come up with a single coherent thought before he finally registered a soft glow that wasn’t even his own Spark’s light.
He looked up surprised to find that Wheeljack had made short work of his own latches and his own chest plates were slowly opening. Ratchet nearly froze as his own optics were completely riveted to that slowly opening paneling. He had seen Wheeljack’s own Spark a number of times before due to Wheeljack’s multiple failed experiments but this time it was completely different and Ratchet couldn’t stop a small shudder that ran through him.
“Ratchet…” Wheeljack whispered and Ratchet finally was able to pull his gaze away from the pulsating Spark before him before he finally managed to look up into Wheeljack’s gaze. “Are you ready?”
Ratchet wanted desperately to shake his head no that he was most definitely not ready but he knew that it was now or never and Ratchet had never been a coward in his life. Slowly, Ratchet nodded. “‘Jack,” he whimpered.
“It’s okay,” Wheeljack whispered soothingly. Ratchet seemed like he couldn’t stop shaking and Wheeljack knew that he would be shaking himself but he knew that he had to be strong for Ratchet. This was just so new to both of them and one of them had to take charge. Wheeljack was just surprised that Ratchet was allowing him to take it. Ratchet was always so assertive, so sure of everything and here he was trusting his very soul to Wheeljack’s care.
Ratchet was surprised when Wheeljack took the hand from his shoulder and pressed a kiss to it. “‘Jack?” he asked dazedly.
“I love you,” Wheeljack whispered and he leaned down.
“‘Jack!” Ratchet threw his head back and nearly howled as just the very edges of their Sparks finally, finally met and began to merge.
“Oh Primus,” Wheeljack groaned as he strained to keep himself up over Ratchet, bracing his arms so he didn’t fall forward completely and smother his mate.
“‘Jack!” Ratchet cried as he finally brought his other hand up and snagged on to Wheeljack’s shoulder.
The power that surged through them both was nearly enough to completely overload their systems and they had yet to fully merge! The room was suddenly cackling with electricity, as their Sparks seemed to reach for one another. Wheeljack’s jaw went stiff as he waited for the first fireworks to pass. “Ratchet…” he panted.
Ratchet seemed to come back to himself and he looked back up at Wheeljack. “I-I’m okay,” he finally managed to say.
“Ready for more then?” Wheeljack asked.
“Oh Primus,” Ratchet moaned as his head feel back against the floor.
Wheeljack snickered. “I’ll take it that was ‘yes’,” he said before he started to sink down once more.
“Oh Whe-Wheeljack!” Ratchet cried out and soon both seemed to have lost the ability to speak Wheeljack was all the way down and their Sparks were completely engulfing one another.
Their cores finally touched and both cried out at the sudden electricity, the sudden heat that just engulfed them. Both mechs suddenly found themselves both deaf and blind and at the same time they could hear every single thought, every single feeling the other had and saw the love they both held for one another. Their entire beings seemed to expand before falling down to a single point within one another.
::Primus, Ratchet!::
::’Jack!:: Ratchet cried instinctively through their link as he threw his arms around his husband. ::’Jack!::
::Holy Primus, Ratchet!:: Wheeljack was just staring at him through the bright blue light. ::Primus!::
::Wheeljack,:: Ratchet’s voice cooed. ::I love you!Primus how I love you!::
::I love you too!::
::WHEELJACK!::
There was a blinding flash of white blue light and soon Ratchet found himself just staring up at the ceiling in a daze. Wheeljack was covering him completely as he lay there limp, both of them trying their best to catch their breaths. Ratchet glanced over at the mech. He wondered. ::Wheeljack?::
Wheeljack stirred long enough to lift his head and plant a kiss on Ratchet’s cheek. ::Love ya.:: Ratchet chuckled and returned the kiss before Wheeljack finally started sitting back up. Ratchet whimpered slightly as a final electric shock went through him as their Sparks separated but as Wheeljack sat up, he couldn’t stop the grin from forming on his face when he saw that their Sparks were pulsating in harmony. They were completely Aligned in every sense of the word.
Ratchet sighed as he reached for his paneling and began to close them. He was reaching up to fasten the latches when Wheeljack grabbed his hand once again. Ratchet glanced up surprised as Wheeljack leaned down and they shared another long, loving kiss. By the end of it, Ratchet was feeling completely relaxed and he sighed contently as he smiled up at his husband. Wheeljack smiled down at him. “Go again?”
Ratchet stared up at him in shock before Wheeljack suddenly found himself wrapped in a firm embrace. Ratchet kissed him again and smiled a predatory grin. “Lock the door.”
Author's Note: (still blushing madly) Well that's over with... On another note, I am feeling much better and am currently taking carrot donations for the sudden feild of plot bunnies running rampent in my backyard. (sighs) Please join us next time for chapter Sixty Five: Burried Treasure
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