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kinkfestTitle: Wired
Author: Apathy
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Mild bondage, prelude to robosexing, general silliness of concept.
Word count: 321.
Prompt: Ironhide/Ratchet: bondage - "Yeah, that looks like fun"
Summary: If you're going to blend seamlessly into a new society, you have to thoroughly familiarise yourself with the local environment.
A/N: Whee, late. Like everything else I'm going to post this month, I'm sure. *loses*
Ratchet eyes the sparking cables warily.
'You have one strange definition of fun, Ironhide.'
Ironhide has that look on his face -- that smile Ratchet knows Ironhide likes to think of as "devious". In Ratchet's professional opinion, it comes perilously close to bordering on "deranged".
'Stop it with the moral superiority, Ratch. You know as well as I do that you want it.'
'I can't believe you deliberately sabotaged the flesh creatures' electricity supply for this. Optimus will have your servos when he finds out.'
'Aw, come on! It's just one power line in the middle of nowhere. The humans won't miss it.' Ironhide snaps a severed line taut momentarily, testing it, before grabbing Ratchet's hands with a grip that's gentle but unbreakable, winding the line around the medic's wrists with practiced ease. Ratchet's scowl remains etched deeply on his face, although it takes more effort than he's willing to admit.
Ironhide manoeuvres Ratchet towards the horizontal, one knee driving him down into the desert dust.
'Besides, Optimus ordered me to get you out of the base and doing something relaxing, before you burnt out your processor from stress.' He smirks. 'I think this counts, don't you?'
'Having to fix my own fritzed systems after you fry them into oblivion? I can think of nothing more relaxing.' He flares his optics melodramatically. 'I thank you from the bottom of my energon pump, Ironhide. Truly, you are a great friend.'
'Oh, don't go giving me thanks yet. You'll want to save some of those for after I'm done with you.' Ironhide holds up a live wire, dangling it playfully in front of Ratchet's optics, and Ratchet suddenly finds that all of his higher functions have abandoned him. Most of his lower functions, too. 'Once you regain the ability to form semi-coherent sentences, anyway.'
Ratchet has a scathing comeback for that. Truly, he does.
He's just saving it up for later.
Yep. Later.
Author: Apathy
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Mild bondage, prelude to robosexing, general silliness of concept.
Word count: 321.
Prompt: Ironhide/Ratchet: bondage - "Yeah, that looks like fun"
Summary: If you're going to blend seamlessly into a new society, you have to thoroughly familiarise yourself with the local environment.
A/N: Whee, late. Like everything else I'm going to post this month, I'm sure. *loses*
Ratchet eyes the sparking cables warily.
'You have one strange definition of fun, Ironhide.'
Ironhide has that look on his face -- that smile Ratchet knows Ironhide likes to think of as "devious". In Ratchet's professional opinion, it comes perilously close to bordering on "deranged".
'Stop it with the moral superiority, Ratch. You know as well as I do that you want it.'
'I can't believe you deliberately sabotaged the flesh creatures' electricity supply for this. Optimus will have your servos when he finds out.'
'Aw, come on! It's just one power line in the middle of nowhere. The humans won't miss it.' Ironhide snaps a severed line taut momentarily, testing it, before grabbing Ratchet's hands with a grip that's gentle but unbreakable, winding the line around the medic's wrists with practiced ease. Ratchet's scowl remains etched deeply on his face, although it takes more effort than he's willing to admit.
Ironhide manoeuvres Ratchet towards the horizontal, one knee driving him down into the desert dust.
'Besides, Optimus ordered me to get you out of the base and doing something relaxing, before you burnt out your processor from stress.' He smirks. 'I think this counts, don't you?'
'Having to fix my own fritzed systems after you fry them into oblivion? I can think of nothing more relaxing.' He flares his optics melodramatically. 'I thank you from the bottom of my energon pump, Ironhide. Truly, you are a great friend.'
'Oh, don't go giving me thanks yet. You'll want to save some of those for after I'm done with you.' Ironhide holds up a live wire, dangling it playfully in front of Ratchet's optics, and Ratchet suddenly finds that all of his higher functions have abandoned him. Most of his lower functions, too. 'Once you regain the ability to form semi-coherent sentences, anyway.'
Ratchet has a scathing comeback for that. Truly, he does.
He's just saving it up for later.
Yep. Later.
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Date: 2007-10-05 12:54 am (UTC)Whee, good natured bickering! :D
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Date: 2007-10-05 08:37 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-05 01:49 pm (UTC)Ohmygod yes. This is so what I wanted XD, something saucy and a bit daft between the two of them, thank you XD.
*tacklehugs*
(P.S., was worth the wait)
(So worth it)
Heeeeeee :D. I'm gonna run off grinning like a loon now.
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Date: 2007-10-05 08:22 pm (UTC)something saucy and a bit daft
I think that sums the two of them up perfectly. :D