Crash and B'awwww

The pair rolled into the factory's garage. Ratchet turned to bot mode and brushed some mud off his arms. Wreck-Gar followed suit and went to his bot mode as well. He went to the dock door that lead to the main hideout.

"Wait a nanoclick, you have to get cleaned off," muttered Ratchet. He could just start to imagine the massive amounts of mud Wreck-Gar's large frame could track in.

"Ooooh, yeah!" Wreck-Gar replied as he looked over the mud on himself. He then obediently came back over to Ratchet.

"Could you go get the hose?" the med bot questioned more than commanded. He pointed off to a coiled green hose that was connected to the garage wall.

"Okay!" Wreck-Gar smiled and went to retrieve the hose. He figured out without being told that he should also turn on the facet in the wall.

The head on the hose was a small gun like attachment meant for human sized hands. He came back with the hose and watched Ratchet brush off some mud from his legs. The helpful young bot then hit the small trigger on the hose, aimed at Ratchet's legs. The hose jet's was set on high, causing Ratchet to quickly back away from it.

"Wreck-Gar! Do you want to take off my paint job with that?!?" the old med bot yelled. Wreck-Gar pouted and unsqueezed the hose gun. Ratchet frustratedly grabbed the hose gun from Wreck-Gar and turned the setting down on it, "Turn around! You need to get cleaned up more than I do. I can't believe you were out there for two days!"

"I had to stay with you!" Wreck-Gar said in a matter of fact tone. He turned around as Ratchet asked. The med bot started to spray down the back of the dumpster bot's legs, "Um, I mean I thought it was you, and it's the thought that counts, right?"

The hose spraying paused a moment. The older bot realized that was not the right comment to make after it came out of his audio. Ratchet then started to spray the caked on mud that stuck to the underside of Wreck-Gar's trash pack. Wreck-Gar giggled as that tickled.

"Right," Ratchet simply confirmed what the young bot said. He smiled softly and was glad Wreck-Gar seemed partly oblivious to what death was. At least at this moment. If the boy did want to be a med bot he would have to learn someday. The fact that they were at war with the Decepticons would make it even sooner. However, the young bot did not prove to be as oblivious as Ratchet thought.

"If you weren't gone, then why did my spark feel so..... different?" was the next heavy question Wreck-Gar hit Ratchet with. The young bot didn't want to say it hurt or was painful. It seemed like too strong of a description for it. Ratchet stopped squeezing the hose gun once again.

"Turn around," Ratchet focused on getting Wreck-Gar clean. It would also buy him some time to gather a suitable answer. He squeezed the hose gun while it was aimed at the young bot's lower legs, "It hurt because it was the first time we were apart since we bonded."

"Oh... then why do bots get bonded if it hurts?," Wreck-Gar used the word 'hurt' now that Ratchet used it, "Did it hurt you to be far away from me? You didn't tell me it would sometimes hurt!" Wreck-Gar pouted after his list of questions. Ratchet muttered and moved the spraying hose to the young bot's knees. After 'driving' home in vehicle mode all day he was not in the mood for this deep conversation. His processors remembered the state he first found Wreck-Gar in. It kept him from being annoyed. It allowed him to realized the younger bot had two days of being alone to think of these things. The old bot was still quiet a moment .

"Hold out your servos," muttered Ratchet. Wreck-Gar did so with all his attention on the older bot. The med bot washed off the younger bots hands and arms. Wreck-Gar waited expectantly for an answer. Ratchet sighed and began with the last statement, "Well, I didn't really have the chance to warn you at the time."

Ratchet was referring to the first time they bonded. It had been rushed and unplanned. Wreck-Gar had learned the medical aspect of sparkbonding from a med bot training vid. He had asked Ratchet if he wanted to bond with him. Ratchet knew better. The older bot knew to say no, not yet. But instead Ratchet obliged the boy's offer. The old bot never regretted the act, but did regret the timing. He wished he had not done the act so soon in the young bot's life. Wreck-Gar was still learning his own identity. Ratchet sometimes felt he was complicating the situation. Wreck-Gar listened to Ratchet with full attention. The older bot ran the stream of water up to Wreck-Gar's upper arms.

"It's not meant to hurt... after awhile. It actually does the opposite," Ratchet tried to explain something any older protoform would know. However, Wreck-Gar never had basic protoform training to begin with, "Instead, you'll feel like the other bot is always with you. You'll never feel alone."

The young bot processed the words as Ratchet washed out his shoulders. The old med bot ran a finger in one of Gar's round bolts in the shoulder. Some mud was embedded in the indent. His surgeon's touch broke it up a little before he ran the hose there again.

"So.... ah.... did it hurt you too?" asked Wreck-Gar again. he didn't think Ratchet would avoid the question. The young bot assumed his bond didn't hear him the first time. Ratchet stopped the hose gun a moment while he answered.

"Yeah," Ratchet simply answered. Trust was he had felt something long before he arrived home. When heading to New York he had taken a break on the other side of Lake Erie. He felt the dull pull as he looked over the body of water. The old med bot passed it off as the usual dull ache that would creep on him once and awhile.

He had many scars on his spark. It wasn't anything that physically showed, but the phantom feelings were there. Any pulls he had blamed on sparkbonds lost eons ago. Now he knew not to blame these feelings on the past. They were feeling now in the present.

"Can I see your spark?" the young bot's request broke Ratchet's thoughts. Wreck-Gar asked it with an innocent like he had never seen it before.

"What?" was Ratchet's first reaction to the question. He raised an optic brow. It was a very different question to follow all the previous serious ones, "Wreck-Gar..."

"I want to see if its okay!," Wreck-Gar said with his usual smile. He then pouted slightly as Ratchet wasn't right away complying. The old bot sighed needing no more explanation from the boy. Wreck-Gar had been sitting with a sparkless machine thinking it was him. Ratchet could understand that warranting the need to see his spark intact. He hosed off what mud was on his own windshield before lowering the glass.

The med bot rinsed off his free hand with the hose. He then pressed the necessary places beyond the glass to make his spark chamber open. A white light with a pale yellow tine filled the old Autobot's chest. Wreck-Gar could visibly see the ball of light.

"See? All in one piec-" Ratchet stopped speaking to let out a little gasp. To his surprise Wreck-Gar's lips were pressed against his spark. It was a light touch, just a simple kiss. It still received quite a reaction from the old bot, "What are y-"

"Kissing it so it will feel better?" Wreck-Gar answered in all honesty. It was as though he had no idea what the sexual implications of the act was. He pondered a moment at Ratchet's reaction. The old bot certainly wasn't angry. Wreck-Gar's faceplates became heated as he realized, "Oooooooh....... C-c-can I kiss it again?"

".......... Yes," Ratchet replied after he listened for anyone nearby. It was pretty unlikely that anyone would come to the garage at the moment. Wreck-Gar happily fulfilled his positively answered question. He put his lips to the spark again. Ratchet dropped the hose to put his hands on the boy's waist. He pulled Wreck-Gar's body closer.

Wreck-Gar knew it felt good when him and Ratchet had their glossas in each others mouths. His logical conclusion was if that felt good while kissing it must feel good on a spark too. The junk bot pressed his glossa lightly along the center surface of the spark. It made his glossa and lips feel a but vibrated and numb. It was a good feeling none the less.

Ratchet bit his own lip to hold back a moan. Even though no one would come to the garage he worried the team could hear them from inside the hideout. He had kept his relationship with the junk bot a secret. It would be too hard to explain and frankly it was none of their business.

"Gar," Ratchet finally spoke. It was in a low quiet tone. His circuits were already warm from Wreck-Gar's simple actions. The med bot's fans already kicked in. Ratchet's stand was becoming a bit unsteady. He pulled away from the younger bot a few steps back so he could lean against the wall, "If this is going any further....."

Wreck-Gar smiled and followed to lean up on the older bot. Ratchet remembered all the mud caked on his back but dismissed it. While leaned on the garage wall he pulled Wreck-Gar back up against him.

"That's better," Ratchet commented. He gave Wreck-Ga a light kiss. The older bot lingered a moment on the younger bot's lips. He then spoke again, "You can go back to what you were doing."

"Um," Wreck-Gar's faceplate heated up enough that a noticeable red came to the white cheeks, "I rather kiss your spark with mine."

Ratchet gave Wreck-Gar a slower kiss that the young bot returned. The junk bot had used a childlike statement to express what he really wanted to do. Ratchet was accustomed to Wreck-Gar's speech. It was the strange way Wreck-Gar was oblivious yet acknowledged his sexual drive. Despite the odd balance, Ratchet never felt like he was taking advantage of the young bot. Wreck-Gar was not a protoform. He was just born as an adult that needed to learn everything. That was one of the things he knew would be hard to explain to his teammates someday.

Wreck-Gar was the first to deepen the kiss. He pressed his glossa into Ratchet's mouth. The old bot returned the favor. Their glossas danced around one another. Ratchet's hands moved to Wreck-Gars lower chest. He knew hot to open the young bot's spark chamber.

Wreck-Gar had a pure white spark. Ratchet knew if he looked directly at the sphere of light he would see the AllSpark fragment contained inside it. The spark peaked out from the grill on Gar's slower chest. Wreck-Gar was taller than the older bot. It made the spark being placed lower on his chest actually match the height of Ratchet's perfectly.

Ratchet slowly backed himself out of the kiss as he placed his right hand on the side of Wreck-Gar's face. He pulled the young bot's head down closer to his. Light blue lips pressed against Gar's neck. Their sparks started to touch dangerously close. They were already well acquainted with each other. The sparks started to pull towards each other whether or not the bots wanted it yet.

Wreck-Gar moved closer a little bit. The moment caused his spark to crash against the surface of Ratchet's. Both bots felt a rush in their circuits. Ratchet's optics offlined at the initial feeling. Still curious no matter how many times they had done this, Wreck-Gar looked down at the two combined sparks. They had not blended into the intended goal of one single large spark. They were two circles half way pushed into one another. Light yellow energy crossed the surface of Wreck-Gar's spark. White energy did the same to Ratchet's. Ratchet wished they had done some wire play before going straight to the spark. With the young bot though, there wasn't much room for planning ahead.

The younger bot started to process the thought to press closer for them to combine. Before he could complete the thought the sparks became one on their own. Now all his processors were focused on was the blinding ecstasy that filled his entire being.

Ratchet felt it too. He took his lips off Gar's neck. The bonding caused him to put more weight on the wall behind him. He could hear the screeching of his back on the wall. The sound was heard like it was in a tunnel far away from him. The optic under the med bot's undamaged crest came online to peek. Wreck-Gar's optics were still fully offline. The garage seemed so dark compared to the light their combined spark was giving off.

Ratchet's optics were forced to go offline due to the energy exchange. His hands gripped tight on Wreck-Gar's waist. He hoped he was not leaving dents on the boy. He heard some faint noises of pleasure from Wreck-Gar. While Ratchet could still process some coherent thoughts, he knew Wreck-Gar's younger systems were already in mindless bliss. Ah, to be young again.

As if to prove his thoughts wrong, his processors went in ecstasy as well. While he should of seen blackness in his closed optics, he now saw white light. Ratchet felt his knee's give way. The only thing that was keeping him upright was Wreck-Gar's body pinning him to the wall. Wreck-Gar's hands gripped hard on the emergency lights that rested on Ratchet's shoulders. Ratchet heard the faint noise of cracking to his right, but was beyond caring.

"Ra-" Wreck-Gar started to moan the older bot's name. It was only seconds for the boy to finish saying Ratchet's name. However, the med bot was hit with visions that were much longer, crammed into those seconds. He saw flashes the day he first ran into Wreck-Gar. How convenient that Gar existed to test his patience on a day Ratchet was told to learn to work on his people skills.

The med bot could feel Wreck-Gar quiver against him. The feeling was so far away, like the sound of his pinned back was. Now he didn't see the visions from his own point of view anymore. Ratchet saw himself pulling away from that barge on that fateful day. Seconds after he drove off, seconds later, Wreck-Gar emerged. The vision rewinded back a little further. Sari's key had reacted to the AllSpark fragment that then moments later created Wreck-Gar.

Ratchet felt his circuits fill with a pleasant burn. He was very near overload. In the mess of the blinding euphoria and sparkbonding visions he had no was of gauging how close Wreck-Gar was. He did not want his young bond to be left behind. He grabbed onto the hotspot closest to his hands. The dark red hip guards that Wreck-Gar had below his waist. Ratchet caressed the inner edges of them hard. Touching them felt so foggy to his sensors. It felt like he was touching warm liquid than the solid object it was.

"Tccccc," was all Ratchet could hear from Gar over both their fans. He couldn't really grasp that time was going so slow. Every time he tried to process the visions he saw a rumble of pleasure went through him. Now was not the time to think. What was it trying to tell him? That the AllSpark made Wreck-Gar to teach him a lesson that day? Or even beyond that, Wreck-Gar was made just for him?

The younger bot had never had sparkbonding visions before. The boy first mistook it for his own active imagination. He saw Ratchet on the other side of Erie lake, a state or two away from his young sparkbond. What any other bot would see as a negative lonely sight Wreck-Gar saw differently. The Junkion knew Ratchet was much older than him. He knew there were times he accidently frustrated the pit out of the med bot. The fact the older bot's spark could have the same feeling as his gave Wreck-Gar a strange positive vibe.

He already knew Ratchet loved him even though the old bot didn't openly express it often. If he had been made to teach Ratchet patience, the boy was the most patient of all. Wreck-Gar was observant despite what seemed like a short attention span. It was the little things that Ratchet did. The med bot himself didn't even know half the time. Wreck-Gar did not even need to see these visions in confirmation. Ratchet's simple 'yeah' to the spark pain question was enough. The boy had learned to fill in gaps with his own feelings, and quiet accurately. It was still nice to see a picture that matched his own thoughts.

"Hhhheeeeet!" Wreck-Gar's cry finally finished. He kissed the med bot's lips clumsily, almost missing them as he overloaded. It muffled many moans and whines that followed. Ratchet took in the clumsy kiss and bit the junk bot's lower lip. Energy from their combined sparks raced through both there systems with the same pulse. For a vivid split second they functioned as one bot. Same energy, same spark. Time finally caught up with the two bots as they hit overload. The younger bot was a few nanoclicks ahead of Ratchet.

Wreck-Gar noticed his mouth felt tingly like it did when he had it to Ratchet's spark. He backed out of the kiss a small with his optics' onlining. Lips were still close with exposed glossas touching. Wreck-Gar's optics then offlined again as as the surge of overload ran through his systems. He gripped to the med bot's shoulders tight. As much as he wanted to cry out again all his systems were locked for that moment of bliss. Ratchet's overload followed right after Gar's. A few sparks ran between their passionate glossas. Ratchet took the kiss fully back, their lips now evenly locked.

The older bot overloaded during the kiss. There sparks slowly separated from each other and hung in their respective casings. Ratchet's fans ran noisy right afterwards, struggling to cool him down as fast as possible. He broke from the kiss as his body slumped against Wreck-Gar's. The younger bot put his arms around the Ratchet and caught in in a hug. The med bot's head rested on the boy's upper chest. A few moments of silent audios and loud fan noise happened between them. Finally Ratchet stood up straight in Wreck-Gar's arms, supporting his own weight.

"Are you okay?" Wreck-Gar asked in the softest tone the usually noisy bot could muster. Ratchet's optics onlined and he smiled softly. He moved his hands from Wreck-Gar's hip guards back to the boy's waist. Ratchet then pulled his head off the boy's chest and looked up at him. Wreck-Gar had a look of concern that changed to a wide smile when Ratchet looked up at him.

"Yes... yes," Ratchet chuckled softly. He moved his left hand to close Wreck-Gar's spark chamber. A few ribbons of energy danced from the spark to Ratchet's fingers as he did so. Wreck-Gar watched Ratchet before doing the same to the med bot. As their systems calmed down from the burst of energy they both felt the need to recharge, "Come on, we better rest a bit."

Ratchet took one of Wreck-Gar's hand and lead him to the hideout door. With his free hand the younger bot rubbed an eye like a sleepy child. Once at the door Ratchet let go of his hand. Gar pouted his hand being freed. Ratchet heard his teammates talking inside the base.

"Go to your room, alright?" Ratchet commanded the boy. Wreck-Gar nodded sleepily, not processing the med bot's words. Ratchet entered the base, muttering his usual complaints about traffic and the current weather. Wreck-Gar followed behind him. Their teammates didn't take much notice since this was a normal routine. Wreck-Gar followed behind Ratchet absentmindedly. He followed Ratchet right into the med bots room, "Wreck-GAR!"

"Eeep!" Wreck-Gar explained at Ratchet pushed the junk bot out of his room. Ratchet's room door slammed loudly. Wreck-Gar blinked a few times and decided to be brilliant. The med bay had a door that connected to Ratchet's room. A large smile crossed the young boy's face, he was so clever! He spoke loudly so everyone in the base could hear, "WELL, I'M GOING TO THE MEDBAY TO STUDY MED VIDEOS!"

The Junkion whistled a tune while walking into the med bay right next to Ratchet's room. The team then could hear the distinctive slam of the door shared between the med bay and Ratchet's room. Then a bit of a rumble like someone jumping onto a berth with some force was heard. It was followed by Ratchet's yelling, "PRIMUS! YOU ALMOST SLAMMED ME INTO THE WALL!"

There was a moment of quiet between the teammates left in the livingroom. Optimus and the others did not show any bit surprised. Disturbed a bit by the things implied, but not surprised. The truth was, while Ratchet was trying to hide it, his team had known for quite awhile. With crossed arms, Prowl broke the silence.

"Can they get any more obvious?" the ninja bot said in his dry monotone voice.

"Yes they can!" Bee started as he looked up from the TV, "There was this one time I walked into the med bay and-"

"No Bee," Optimus stopped the younger bot from going into any more detail.

"They were just-" Bumblebee was quickly interrupted this time by Prowl, Optimus, and Bulkhead.

"BUMBLEBEE!"

"Fine then, it's not like they were slaggin-"

"BEE!"

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Ratchet was laying on his back while the younger bot was resting on his side. Wreck-Gar cuddled Ratchet with his boxy head resting on the med bot's windshield. Ratchet had one hand resting on Wreck-Gar's cheek. The younger bot nuzzled against Ratchet. Surprisingly it did not cause any glass against metal scratching noises. Wreck-Gar was learning to be more gentle at times.

The older bot was slipping into power down sub routines that made him so docile. Wreck-Gar would normally be told to take off his trash pack before getting to his berth, but he didn't care. His processor didn't cross the thoughts of the hose being left on,and that his red paint was scuffed on the garage wall. None of that mattered now in this moment other than powering down with his bond.

"Good night Ratchet!" Wreck-Gar announced even though it was midday. Ratchet smiled and petted his face. Wreck-Gar's optics went offline.

"Heh, have a good power down sweetspark," Ratchet replied softly. His own optics faded as he thanked the AllSpark for giving him such peace.