TFA: Released Desires

Title: Released Desires
Pairing: Ratchet/Wreck-Gar; others
Rating for cut version: M
Warnings for cut version: AU, fluff, kink, language, oral, slash, sticky
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers Animated characters. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Written for A-Virginia-D as part of an art trade. Also follows this fic: geminigirl83.deviantart.com/ar…


Ratchet grumbled to himself as he raced down a hallway in the base toward Wreck-Gar's room. Wreck-Gar had asked to borrow some of his datapads, and although he agreed, he later realized that several datapads contained pornographic material. They had been dating for several months, but the only intimacy they shared were sweet kisses and an occasional grope. He didn't know how much Wreck-Gar knew about interfacing, if anything at all, and he didn't want the younger mech to find out this way. It would be embarrassing to explain why he owned hardcore pornography of mechs fragging each other, some very roughly or gangbanged. Maybe he could stop Wreck-Gar  or sneak in to take the datapads.

Once outside Wreck-Gar's door, he paused, picking up the scent of lubricant and the sound of clanging metal and moaning. He was too late, and he weighed his options. Walking in unannounced could be disastrous, but he was being lured in by Wreck-Gar's sweet scent. He should have walked away and talked to Wreck-Gar later, but his growing lust was too much to ignore. It had been so long since his last interface, and Wreck-Gar's aroused scent drove him to quietly open the door.

The scent was stronger inside, and he felt his cable twitch in response, lower plating suddenly very uncomfortable. He spotted Wreck-Gar facing away from him on a couch, gazing intently at a datapad on a table emitting a hologram (cut). Cautiously stepping closer, heat enveloped his face, causing condensation droplets to form on his brow and flushed cheeks. Wreck-Gar was slumped against the couch, fingers tracing over plump lips while the other bot's servo skimmed up and down a gray thigh. Orange plating was drawn back, (cut). Taking another step, he winced when a crunching sound followed, gazing down to find his pede had crushed a can. He had been so caught up in getting a closer look, he had forgotten what a mess Wreck-Gar's room was, floor covered with papers, bottles, and various electronic devices. Wreck-Gar's helm whipped around and bright azure optics stared at him, filling him with dread.

"Hi Ratchet!" Wreck-Gar exclaimed with a wave. "What are you doing here? Oooh…I know. My hot boyfriend must want to spend time with me. You're so sweet."

Ratchet couldn't believe how nonchalant Wreck-Gar was acting. "Um…Wreck-Gar…do you know…what you're watching?"

Wreck-Gar turned around to resume watching the porno. "This? Of course I know. It's interfacing, fragging, making love, doing the nasty, fucking--"

"I get the picture," Ratchet interrupted. "How do you know all this?"

"I've watched a lot of TV," Wreck-Gar answered, "and explored the vast depths of the internet. I've also borrowed your datapads before, Ratchet."

"Before…oh frag…there was porn in those?" Ratchet groaned as he rubbed his suddenly aching brow. "Look…uh…never mind. I shouldn't have barged in on you. I'm…er…sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" Wreck-Gar asked. "I don't mind. You're my boyfriend. I've…wanted you to barge in on me for quite some time now. I was starting to get impatient and wondering why my hot boyfriend hadn't made a move on me yet."

"W--What?" Ratchet stammered in shock.

Wreck-Gar patted a cushion on the seat next to him. "Join me?"

Ratchet was hesitant to move, but he didn't want to disappoint Wreck-Gar. Forcing himself to move, he sat on the cushion next to Wreck-Gar, keeping a little distance between them as the porn on the hologram became louder and more intense. Wreck-Gar grinned and scooted closer, making him tense up and scoot in the opposite direction. Giggling in response, Wreck-Gar again scooted closer, causing him to move, continuing until he was trapped by the armrest of the couch.

"Aw…is my boyfriend shy?" Wreck-Gar chuckled while dragging his fingers up and down Ratchet's chassis.

Ratchet grumbled, "Ungh…stop calling me that. You know I hate human slang."

Wreck-Gar drew his servo away and pouted, "So…you don't like being my boyfriend?"

"No! No," Ratchet quickly responded, wrapping one arm around Wreck-Gar's shoulders. "I…just…we're Cybertronians. You should be using Cybertronian terms. Just…ah…call me sweetspark…but not out in public."

Wreck-Gar's sweet grin returned. "All right, sweetspark."

Ratchet returned Wreck-Gar's innocent smile, but he looked away when he realized the younger mech was still exposed. Heat intensified and spread to all corners of his body when Wreck-Gar's fingers seductively traced along his thigh, condensation dribbling down his face, hot droplets hitting his chassis and quickly evaporating. His frame was heating up so fast his internal fans could barely keep up. Smooth, nimble fingers tickled the plating of his groin, and one firm brush made the metal snap back. (cut)

"Oh my," Wreck-Gar murmured. "You're so big. I want to taste you."

Ratchet held Wreck-Gar back when the younger mech tried to move. "Wait. Hold on. This is…moving so fast."

"What's wrong?" Wreck-Gar inquired with a sad frown. "Don't you want me?"

"Of course I want you," Ratchet growled. "You're young…gorgeous…and very sweet. I…don't want you to regret anything…and I really don't understand why you want your first time to be with me."

Wreck-Gar chuckled, "You're my boyfriend--er--sweetspark. I love you so much. I want to be intimate with the love of my life."

"Love of your life?" Ratchet chuckled in disbelief. "Not sure I deserve that kind of praise. I'm lucky to have you…mmm…sweetspark."

Chuckling back, Wreck-Gar eased away and sank to his knees in front of Ratchet. "I'm not sure how good I'll be…"

"I'm sure--oh frag!" Ratchet yelled, quickly slapping a servo over his mouth to muffle the sound.

(Rest of fic too mature for DA. Copy and paste the link if you want to read more. Link leads to adult material.)
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