kinkfest | "Toys" (Transformers, Wheeljack/Ratchet, R) (Reply)

Title: "Toys"
Author:

manga_queen
Rating: R
Warnings: Mech Sex. Toys
Word Count: 919
Prompt: Transformers, Wheeljack/Ratchet: home-made toys - I know what you want/You know I got it
A/N: I'm sorry it's late. I've been sick

Wheeljack was in his lab, working on another one of his "experiments" when he first heard his mate yelling. He couldn't help but chuckle as he listened to Ratchet's threats. 'Wonder who's gotten him pissed this time.' he thought, continuing to listen. He was actually surprised to hear his lover yelling at Prowl of all bots. He chuckled as he heard the tactician's mate trying to calm the medic down. And, as always, it didn't take long for the enraged medic to storm into his lab. "Give me a second to set this down before anything," he said, moving over to set the vial of highly corrosive fluid down in a container. Once he had, he turned to face his mate. "Okay, Ratch, what's wrong this time?"

"That glitch-ridden, slag-head tactician of ours decided it was a brilliant idea to take our new recruits out in a training mission already," Ratchet growled. "They ran into the Seekers, and the new recruits, many of who are still younglings, nearly got killed! On top of that Prowl was injured and didn't bother to tell anyone! If he had died, his mate would have, too. I don't see how he can be an officer, considering he doesn't give a slag about anyone else around here!"

Wheeljack sighed, shaking his head. "C'mon, Ratch, let's go to our room. You need some rest."

"I want..."

"I know what you want." Wheeljack smirked, pulling out a box. "You know I got it." He wrapped an arm around the other's waist. "I even made a new one that I thought you might like. Once we're in our room, we can try it out."

Ratchet glanced over at the engineer, frowning. "It's not going to blow up on me, is it?" He was in a bad enough mood as it was and didn't need anything blowing up on him; after all, he trusted his mate, but his mate's inventions almost always blew up.

"Aww...C'mon, Ratch. You know my toys have never exploded. Besides, I've tested it out already. I would never use anything on you without testing it first."

"So, what is it?"

"Well, you remember telling me about how, when you were in Sam's yard, you accidentally ran into those telephone wires? And then you fell onto the generator? Well, you see, when you described the reaction you had, it made me wonder if I could create something that would simulate the same power surge, except amplify it to make it a bit more...pleasurable." Wheeljack chuckled when Ratchet didn't reply, knowing that the medic was still embarrassed about the incident. He looked at the door to their room for a moment before punching in the code.

Ratchet wasn't really paying attention, so he was surprised to be shoved into their room and then, right after that, pulled into a fiery kiss; his surprise, however, didn't stop him from returning the kiss. He moaned softly as Wheeljack stroked the armor above his Spark Chamber.

Wheeljack pushed his mate onto their berth, a little surprised at the yelp that escaped the other's parted mouth. He descended on the medic, capturing Ratchet's lips again, setting the box beside them on the berth. His hands moved to stroke the other's lights before one moved to the box, pulling out two toys.

Ratchet didn't notice the toys being set beside him; he was too busy focusing on the kiss to notice anything else going on around him. His optics widened as he felt a familiar toy being attached to his chassis. He pulled out of the kiss and stared at the engineer, opening his mouth. No words came out as the object sent a pulse through his body. "'Jack," he gasped, giving the other an annoyed glare.

"You need to relax," Wheeljack whispered, kissing the other's cheek. "Just let me take care of everything, Ratch. You just stay there and enjoy this." He made the toy send another pulse, watching the other's expression slowly change. "Do you trust me, Ratch?"

"You know I do." Ratchet moaned, glancing over at the other.

"Then trust that the new toy I've made is safe." He placed the other toy a little further up on Ratchet's chassis, noticing that his lover tensed. "If you don't like this idea, just tell me, Ratch. I won't force you to try this out."

"I trust you, 'Jack. I know you've never do anything to hurt me." Ratchet pulled the other into another quick, but passionate, kiss. His body arched as electricity surged through his body. "Primus, 'Jack!"

Wheeljack grinned as he watched his mate's body arch again and again as he activated the two toys simultaneously, as Ratchet's body arched off of the berth in overload. He slowly removed the toy, tossing it back into the box before moving the box to the floor. He waited for the other to recover before he spoke. "Feel better?"

"Yes, but you didn't--"

Wheeljack shrugged. "It's okay. This was to get you to relax. Next time, you can use the toys on me, if you want." Wheejack moved beside the medic, letting Ratchet curl up against him. "Oh, and Prowl just commed me and told me that you aren't on the duty roster for tomorrow, so you'd better get some rest. He also said to tell you it's payback for forcing him to take time off, too."

Ratchet snickered, shaking his head. He pulled Wheeljack closer, holding his lover closer as he fell into recharge, followed quickly by his lover.