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“Not happening Deadlock, I warned you the last time.”
“Aw doc, don’t be like that. Besides, I don't trust just any medic to fix me up.”
“And yet here you are. Again.” Ratchet only frowned harder, optics narrowed. He was about to lock up the clinic for the weekend, the last tram leaving in 20 minutes. If he didn’t hurry he would be spending the night here, not something he enjoyed. Deadlock was blocking the doorway, large frame barely fitting through. Ratchet looked over his frame, dusty and covered in paint damage. Red optics regarded him, an easy smile framed on his face. His left arm was limp, a mess of aluminum tape around his bicep wrapped up to his shoulder plating. Ratchet tsked and rolled his optics, resigning himself to spending a night on the medical berth.
“I really need to get a comfy chair or couch in here, I spend too much time here.” Knocked his servo on the berth before moving to the work bench and piling tools on a cart. He saw Deadlocks finials flick for a moment before the mech quietly moved to sit down, watching Ratchet. “When are you going to learn that your extremities are just as important as the rest of your frame Deadlock?”
He heard a snort, figuring those black shoulders were shrugging. Pushed the cart over, purposely hitting Deadlocks knee armor with it. Ratchet only shook his helm at him, frown accompanying a glare now. Cut the tape away, barely catching Deadlocks arm before it fell off completely.
Deadlock only grinned wider, “Hey, at least I didn’t lose it!”
Something broke within Ratchet, his processors stuttering for a moment. Holding the arm at the elbow joint he used it to point at Deadlock, anger filling his field. “YOU IDIOT! I don’t even want to know how this happened!”
“And that is why I came to you Ratch, no bot knows me better than you do. And such quality work too….” His answer was cut short when Ratchet grabbed his chin, pulling him forward. There was a quiet fury brewing in the medic, one Deadlock had never seen. Ratchet could be moody and hurled verbal abuse to anyone or anything, but this was different.
“On your chest, stretch your right arm out over the side.” That servo guided him down, stretching across the berth width wise. Deadlock remained quiet and followed directions, some inner part of his coding relinquishing control to Ratchets firm demands. Draped his arm over the side of the berth as asked, feeling Ratchet widen his legs apart with a knee. There was clicking noise as Ratchet messed with the control on the side of the berth, his center of his frame snapping down firmly with the magnetic hold.
Deadlock made a small noise in his intake, his pedes holding his hips up in the air. He felt exposed, but Ratchet was running a hand up the small of his back while leaning over and checking his injured arm, at least what was left of it below his shoulder. The medic grumbled to himself while he poked at exposed wires and the joint, his right servo still rubbing soothing circles on his plating. “It was a clean detachment, somewhat, the joint disengaged naturally so I won’t have to rebuild it. I’ll have to re-splice some wiring but it should be relatively simple to reattach. Are you in pain?”
“The usual, nothing I can’t handle though.”
“That is good to hear, I’ll give you a concentrated neural block for your shoulder.” There was a rattling as Ratchet moved items on the cart, a repetitive clicking noise of some tool. Servos stroked up his back and side into his shoulder joint, pulling his armored pauldron up and out exposing the large rotator cuff joint beneath. A digit prodded in a few areas before Ratchet told him to take a few deep vents. There was a pinch and a stinging sensation in his protoform, Deadlock hissing between his denta. A large needle of some kind Deadlock deduced, Ratchet must be injecting him with something to block the pain. A flicker of worry crossed Deadlocks mind before he pushed it away, his medic knew he didn’t like pain medication for a reason. Pressed his forehelm down onto the berth and just vented, keeping still.
Ratchet must have sensed his thoughts before the needle injected into a new spot. “This will deaden the neural links for a bit, but it is not pain medication. I know you Deadlock.” Ratchet patted his back again, Deadlock grunting with the burn of one final injection.
“It feels like my servo is numb, but….its not there?”
“Good, that means the injection is working. Phantom sensory isn’t uncommon, surprised you didn’t feel it on the way here.” That touch was gone, Ratchet disassembling the needle at the cart. Every time the medic approached he would touch Deadlocks frame lightly somewhere, silently announcing his presence. He could feel him moving around near his side, clicks and rasps of tools as he worked, but only the dull tingling sensation blocked the sense of touch as Ratchet clamped a fuel line and cleaned the joint.
Deadlock dozed, not quite in recharge, but spaced out enough that he just kept still and let Ratchet work. Something about the clinic and the medic relaxed him, a mood he couldn’t achieve anywhere else. In the back of his processor he knew that if there was trouble Ratchet would release the lock, for the time being he was safe and in a protective space. He must have let himself slip deeper than he thought, coming too with the feeling of Ratchet caressing his spinal strut and hips.
Sensing the change in Deadlocks vents Ratchet peeked at him over his shoulder, still running his servo over Deadlocks plating. “My coding won’t turn you away, I can’t deny a patient in need. Nor can I deny you for coming to me, only me, for this kind of thing.”
He reset his vocalizer, voice low. “I’m sensing something more in that statement Ratchet.”
That servo shifted down his aft, rubbing firmly at the back of his valve panel. “But I did warn you. And I think it is time you learned a lesson.”
“Oh, what are you gonna do, punish me doc?” Snark slid into Deadlocks reply, grinning to himself face down. His helm snapped up at the sting on his aft, Ratchet smacking him loudly in the quiet clinic. “Hey!”
“I’m thinking 10, more if you keep it up.”
“More of whaaa..!!!” Another smack, this one higher up on his aft. Deadlock tried to turn his helm but his shoulders blocked his view, his frame straining against the magnetic hold. Two more smacks in quick succession. “Ratchet!”
“Hmm? Can’t handle it?” Pressed his thumb firmly against that cover, tracing down to where he knew the anterior node was. The panel was warming under his touch, Deadlocks vents louder. He rubbed the cover for a klik before moving down, slapping the back of each thigh once. “Six more, you going to be good for me Deadlock?”
“I wasn’t bad in the first place!”
Ratchet chuckled, looking over at the cart. Picking up the arm he pressed down into the elbow joint, flexing the cables there. “Oh, then what is this!” Smacked Deadlocks aft squarely over his valve panel with his own servo, claws clacking with the strike.The mech snarled and pushed up with his pedes, trying to free himself from the berth. Ratchet smacked across his thighs with the arm, the sound of the slap even louder than before. Deadlock made a gurgled sound, his whole frame straining against the magnetic hold now.
“Four more, can you hold out?”
“Only four, I’ve gotten worse from Megatron!” Deadlock was reaching under the berth, trying to find any kind of switch or wire he could pull out to free himself. His cheeks were flushed, heat pooling in his hips.
Ratchet was rubbing his panel again, tracing along the seam lines. “Didn’t know you and bucket head were that close. I thought I was the only one you fragged.” Deadlock whimpered when he felt a digit trace around the medical override lock, feeling a shiver of pleasure at the sensation but also fear running over his processors. “Ratch…please……I lied. I would never…..”
“I know, I’ll let that one pass, so be a good bot and open up for me.” Pressed hard on the front of the panel, teasing the anterior node through the plating. Ratchet smiled when he heard Deadlocks fans click on, another suppressed snarl as he fought with himself to comply. “You can be so good for me sometimes Deadlock, won’t you take your punishment so that I can give you a reward?”
That got Deadlock mewling, legs shifting and spreading his thighs apart. He ceased his search under the berth, tapping his forehelm on the berth a few times. It was such an easy request for any other mech, but Ratchet knew it was something that Deadlock had to actively think about. A soft click was his answer after another klik, panel transforming aside. Pink lubricant dripped down, Ratchet giving a low laugh at the sight. Deadlock was definitely into it, they had safe words set up and Deadlock was not afraid to tell Ratchet when he had crossed a line.
Ratchet shushed him, rubbing his digits on the outside of his valve softly. Dark grey mesh with gold lines, red anterior node that pulsed when Ratchet brushed against it. “Ready?”
Deadlock nodded his helm, biting at his lower lip. Ratchet slapped him once quickly, flat palmed right over his valve. Deadlock squeaked, pedes causing his hips to bounce once with the slap. Ratchet grabbed his left hip panel and held him still, running two digits through the slit and toyed with Deadlocks entrance, even more lubricant spilling out. Pushed his digits into the first knuckle, stroking the outside mesh with his thumb. Waited until Deadlock was pushing back, trying to push those digits deeper, before pulling out and slapping hard.
Deadlocks whole frame lurched with the impact, a startled “Unnngffhh” coming loose. Ratchet roughly shoved two digits in deep, feeling calipers squeeze back. “Give me a signal kid.”
Ratchet watched the back of Deadlocks helm, finials twitching. He could hear Deadlock stifling his moans, inner calipers cycling down on his digits. Finally he got a quiet reply, Deadlock having to swallow a few times.
“….I’m good.”
“Right, two left. Don’t misbehave or I will give you more.” That helm shook no quickly, Deadlock shuddering when those digits curled and stroked against a cluster of nodes. Ratchet pressed harder against that cluster, Deadlock standing up on the tips of his pedes at the sensation. Waited until he felt those calipers cycling down again before withdrawing and slapping that valve, the noise a wet smack with the added lubricant. Roughly plunged his thumb in Deadlocks entrance and pinched his anterior node with two digits. The mech cried out loudly, hips bouncing again as he stood on the tips of his pedes to drive Ratchets digits deeper.
Ratchet was rough again, outside valve mesh hot and swollen now. Deadlocks fans spooled higher, open mouth panting. Using his left servo he held Deadlocks hips down onto the berth with his weight, stroking that anterior node with force. “Raaatch….please….”
“You can overload Deadlock, such a good bot. One more and you will be finished.”
Shifted his servo from his hips to the base of his spinal strut, holding Deadlock down. Tugged down with his thumb, pulling his entrance open while he rubbed against that blinking anterior node. Ratchet could feel the static of the charge building, tingling sensation buzzing up his servo. Waited until just the right moment, right at the peak of Deadlocks overload, pinching his anterior node hard one last time. Deadlock tensed his frame, free arm clawing at the berth. Ratchet smacked him one final time, the pain sending him into overload.
Deadlock shouted, claws scratching against the metal. Ratchet thumbed his entrance again, sending shocks of charge up his frame. Let Deadlock ride out his overload, rubbing the outer mesh soothingly. Deadlock panted loudly, helm tucked down into his free arm, twitching slightly with aftershocks. Ratchet pulled away and wiped his servos down, returning to rub soothing circles along his back and sides. When he heard Deadlocks fans spool down he released the magnetic lock and walked around the berth. Red optics and flushed cheeks peeked up at him, free arm snaking around the back of Ratchets hips. Deadlock shifted on the berth, lifting a knee up to push himself forward slightly. He vented against Ratchets spike cover, nuzzling at it and smearing drool over his plating.
“You said I could get a reward if I was good.” His voice was full of static, that last shout must have strained his vocalizer.
“Only if that is what you want.” Ratchet wiped at his cheeks, feeling the heat of coolant flushed derma. Deadlock gave him a slight nod and nuzzled him again, Ratchet taking a step back so that he could open his panel and let his spike pressurize. Claws quickly took hold and stroked him to full hardness, glossa swiping at the head. The angle was awkward but Deadlock still managed to swallow him down, Ratchet rubbing at his finials. The combination of his play with Deadlocks valve and that warm swallowing motion brought him to overload quickly, Deadlock humming appreciatively when he felt transfluid down his intake. Ratchet let his helm fall back and groaned, all the anger and stress melting away. Deadlock kept sucking until Ratchet had to push him away at the oversensitivity, instead letting him vent softly against his abdominal plating. Still stroking those finials, both of their frames settling down and cooling off.
Deadlock was quiet as Ratchet sat him up and reattached his arm, shifting occasionally with the sting of his valve. At Ratchets questioning look Deadlock just shrugged and told him he needed to learn his lesson. “I can give you a salve for that, it did look pretty swollen.”
“Then I won’t learn anything.”
“Deadlock, I might be pissed at you for damaging your frame again, but there is a difference between what happens out there and between us.” Pointed a digit at Deadlocks chest plating and pushed him back slightly. “If it hurts, tell me.”
“I’m good Ratch, it is a good kind of pain.”
Ratchet only gave him a narrowed look before snorting and mumbling to himself about stubborn mechs. Had Deadlock move and flex his arm, testing his reactions to his servos. “The block will be effective for a few cycles, but the numb sensation will fade. Don’t strain it, your frame needs time to build new neural links.”
“Yeah, I get it. I think.”
Ratchet handed him a cube of energon before pouring a glass of engex for himself, the two sitting side by side on the berth chatting. After two glasses Ratchet started to fade, Deadlock insisting he lay down and rest. Grumbled when Deadlock covered him with heat tarps and a folded one for a pillow, sitting up on the same berth to keep watch as Ratchet slipped into recharge. Ratchet onlined some time later to the sound of the front door opening, shuffling noises as pedes dragged across the floor. Sitting up he rubbed at his face, blinking his optics.
Deadlock kicked the door closed and carried his prize one armed over his shoulder to the corner of the room, setting down a plush chair. Ratchet looked from the mech to the chair, mouth open. “The pit is that!”
“You said you wanted a chair or a couch. I couldn't use both arms so I could only carry a chair. I’ll get you a couch next time.” Deadlock wrapped his good arm around Ratchets waist and slid him off the berth, walking him over to the chair. Sitting down heavily Ratchet slid down, relaxing into the plush fabric.
“Fine. I’ll forgive you this time Deadlock.”
Black claws stroked his crest lightly, smiling down at the medic. He got a half hearted glare for it, but Ratchet just shut his optics and sank down more into the chair. “When I get the couch we can snuggle together doc.”
“Not happening, even if you lose all of your appendages.”