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On a deserted planet unmarked on maps a battle was happening.
Two against five.
A medic and wayward solider against five maniacs who live for kills.
The chances of surviving let alone winning were incredibly low.
The Decepticon Justice Division could easily make their way through entire armies. And with limited resources or a way to escape Ratchet and Drift needed to be smart.
“Drift hold your fire!”
Drift ducked back and looked at the medic in confusion. “They’ll get closer if we don’t try to hold the back.”
“Far. Close. No matter where they are we’re screwed.”
“Now is not time for your optimism Ratty.”
Ratchet rolled his eyes, “yeah well, we need a plan. Our ship and communications are past them, and they’re surrounding us.”
Drift frowned.
“We need to call for a truce.”
“Wait what?”
“Drift you’re getting tired, we can’t keep fighting just to die. It’s better than nothing.”
“Ratchet this is the DJD, they don’t do truces and surrendering is just a free kill to them.”
Ratchet sighed, “I…I know, but surely there is something. I. I’m not on their list, let me call it and talk with them.”
“Like Primus I’m going to let you go out in a dead zone!”
“Drift,” Ratchet cupped his face plate, “I love you, and I won’t let these brutes hurt you. Let me try this okay?”
Drift gritted his denta, “fine. Okay.”
Drift could hardly watch as Ratchet slowly raised his arms from behind the bolder they took refuge in. The firing kept going for several clicks longer than he would like but eventually it did stop.
Ratchet slowly raised his body up, holding his arms up in surrender.
“White flag!” Ratchet yelled out a few times hoping they could understand him.
Ratchet could see Tarn hold up a hand and his troops return to him.
Well damn it worked.
Ratchet slid down the bolder and slowly walked out.
The DJD seemed to talk before Tarn walked out as well, weapons put away.
The two met in the middle of the battle zone, Ratchet put on his straight face, “we want to form a truce.”
Tarn looked down at the medic, his mask making him look furious at the notion.
“We don’t do truces, we never stop until our target is dead.”
“Surely there can be something arranged, look I’m a medic, anything done I can fix for you.”
“We already have a medic.”
“Trades? We can get things you can’t.”
“No need.”
Ratchet was getting nervous.
“Anything. Please. This is my conjunx you’re trying to kill. I will do whatever you want if it means saving him.”
A conjunx huh, Tarn hasn’t seen a bonded pair in quite some time.
“Well your conjunx is on the list.”
Ratchet shook, what else could he possibly offer. “Information? Is it information you want? Another mech on your list?”
“No.” Though it was interesting to hear this autobot was willing to throw another under the bus.
Ratchet felt defeated.
“But my team,” Ratchet looked back up, “they get antsy, and traveling in space arguing nonstop makes them irritable.” Tarn rolled his eyes remembering several instances of in fighting, “it makes them more erratic on the battle field.”
“You want drugs?” Not ethical but he would do whatever to protect drift.
“Not drugs. A vavle.”
“Excuse me?” He must have heard wrong.
“A nice fragging for all of my crew, it’s been a long time since any of us had a companion, I think it would do them some good.”
“I. I.”
“You want to save your conjunx? I will remove him from the list and he will never be touched from us again. All you have to do if let us all frag you.”
Ratchet couldn’t do that! Not to drift! But this would save drift.
“Can I speak to him first?”
“Very well.”
Ratchet nodded and ran back to drift.
“Drift you can come out, we’re on cease fire now.”
Drift could hear how flat his voice was, “Ratchet what happened, did he hurt you?”
“No, we’re still discussing our deal.”
“A deal! Ratchet you can not make a deal with them!”
Ratchet grabbed Drift’s servo, “I know, but he says he can get you off the list.”
Drift felt his energon grow cold, there was no way, Tarn would never let such a thing happen. “What does he want?”
“He. He wants my help.”
“Help? What one of my shots actually hit?”
“It’s not. It’s not like that. He,” Ratchet rubbed his digit over Drift’s servo, “he wants me to frag his team.”
Drift was silent, surely he just heard wrong.
“You will do no such thing.” His energon was boiling, “they will kill you Ratchet! You can’t risk your well being for me!”
“Drift. It’s the only way. And I will do anything to protect you.”
Drift let go of his hand and started to pace, “you’ll protect me but I can’t protect you!”
“Drift you are always protecting me, If it’s for your it’s worth it. Please just this once let me protect you.”
Drift growled. And in a way Ratchet hadn’t heard since deadlock.
“Quickly autobots.”
Ratchet and Drift froze.
“Okay. Okay. Fine.”
Ratchet hugged Drift, “no matter what happens, I love you, now and forever.”
Drift kissed Ratchet.
The pair walked out from behind the bolder, seeing that the rest of the DJD had joined their leader.
“Well?”
“We accept.”
Ratchet could see the joy spread amongst them.
“Wonderful.”
Tarn was quick as he grabbed Drift and threw away his weapons.
“Don’t worry medic, he won’t be hurt, this is just a precaution.”
Ratchet held out his arm to reach out for drift.
“Now. I am fair. Let’s start small,” he motioned over, “Vos,” the small sniper came to attention, “you’re up first.”
“Drift, my love, listen to me. It’ll be okay. I’ll be okay.” Ratchet rubbed Drift’s cheek before his arm was grabbed.
Vos nodded to Tarn and walked over to Ratchet, he motioned for him to lay down which ratchet hesitantly did before giving drift one last look.
Vos nodded and kneeled down to ratchet, he grabbed his face, rubbing his cheek almost like a tender lover comforting their spouse during their first time.
He moved his hand down Ratchet’s body and down to his waist, “open,” he simply said.
Ratchet closed his eyes and opened up his panel.
Vos nodded and moved his hand over Ratchet’s anterior node and slowly rubbing it. He looked up and studied Ratchet, watching closely of his reaction.
“Good?”
Ratchet eyes started to droop, he would refuse to admit it, but he was quickly getting turned on.
Vos tilted his head and moved his hands faster, he could feel ratchet getting wet, but he wasn’t moaning. He moved his finger clockwise and counterclockwise, he pinched his anterior node and tugged it, that seemed to finally do it, but only just.
“Holding back.” He could see, Ratchet wasn’t letting himself go. Very well then.
With one hand Vos grabbed Ratchet’s waist, moved his thumb in circles and applying pressure, with the other he switched from rubbing his anterior nod and thrusting his fingers into his vavle.
Ratchet couldn’t keep it in anymore, his back lifted off the ground and he moaned.
Meanwhile Drift couldn’t take this, he tightly closed his eyes and turned his head.
He heard a laugh behind him, “oh no don’t look away,” Kaon gripped his chin, forcing his head to look ahead, “you’re going to watch this.” He hated the enjoyment that was in his voice.
Vos enjoyed that Ratchet finally felt good, he removed his hands and positioned himself, “ready.”
That was all the warning Ratchet got before Vos opened his spike panel and thrusted into him.
Ratchet’s mouth gapped open, he could hear his fluids, this, this was wrong, but his body felt so good. His vavle fluttered around Vos’ spike, not wanting to let him go.
But as quickly as it started it ended.
Vos came inside of Ratchet, making his insides so warm, so full, and then pulled out.
“Good.”
That was all he got before Vos left his side.
“Kaon.”
Kaon chuckled and licked his lips.
Ratched watched as Kaon paced around him like a predator, just staring at the panting mech.
Kaon finally stopped, kneeling down before pinning Ratchet down, he hated the way Kaon cackled, “let’s spice this up a bit.”
Ratchet had no time to question before pain hit his valve.
“Like that doc?”
Ratchet’s body spasmed as shocks coursed through his body, “not enough kill, but enough,” a finger thrusted in and more electricity pulsed into him, “that it can be pleasurable.”
Kaon moved his finger, adding more with each insert and a small shock with them. He smiled at how wet Ratchet got, “oh doc you do like this, I’ll make a masochist out of you yet.”
Ratchet shook his head, he held back moans hating how his body tingled.
Kaon smiled, as much as it was enjoyable hearing the horrid screams of those he killed, hearing moans caused from his electricity was much better.
“I can’t wait anymore and I can see neither can you.” He removed his fingers, licking them, “sweet as an autobot should. Now, lets do this.”
Ratchet wanted to look away, but he didn’t want to risk angering any of them.
Kaon grabbed Ratchet legs, forcing then around his waist, “primus, like this you’re one sexy doc.” Ratchet would make a comeback but Kaon completely thrusted inside him. “Ah!”
Drift struggled in Tarns hold at Ratchet’s sound of pain. “Now now, you should know better then anyone that’s a positive sound.”
Koan slowly moaned at how deep his spike went into ratchet, such wet warmth after so long, “primus.”
He thrusted faster, not bothering with how ratchet felt, chasing only his own pleasure.
“Oh doc you would make for an excellent pleasure bot. So perfectly wet and warm,” he leaned in closer, his hips moving faster, “take it, take all my transfluid ” His hands dug into the ground as he came deep inside of Ratchet.
“Oh yes.”
Kaon smiled and next to Ratchet’s head he whispered, “if not for this dumb deal I would keep you.”
He pulled out licking his lips at the feel of his transfluid that stuck on his spike and leaked out of ratchet’s all too sweet vavle.
“Okay, who’s next boss.”
“Helex.”
Ratchet shook at the sight of the much larger mech.
Drift growled, this mech could easily tear Ratchet in two.
“What a decepticon sounding growl you have there deadlock.”
Drift snarled and tried to push Tarn off him.
Helex hovered over Ratchet.
He bent down and with his larger arms he held apart ratchet’s legs, almost unbearably so, he gave ratchet a smiled and lowered himself down.
The others were shocked to see this display, definitely unexpected of the brute.
Helex stuck out his glossa and gave Ratchet’s valve a gentle lick. “Mm, still sweet.” He placed his entire mouth onto Ratchet’s valve and sucked hard, ravaging the mech.
Ratchet forwarded his eyebrows, he couldn’t believe he hated this more, but given such intimate pleasure was worse than being quickly fragged.
“Still holding back?” With his smaller arms Helex grabbed Ratchet’s spike and started pumping.
“Mm!” Ratchet bit down on his lip and closed his eyes, it was too much.
“Yes, moan for me medic.”
Helex flicked Ratchet’s anterior node and swirled his thumb around his tip, he could feel his transfluid starting to leak.
Ratchet shook his head, it was too much.
Helex thrusted his glossa into Ratchet’s valve, swirling it around enjoying the taste of this sweet medic, this one was intoxicating.
“Ah! Ah I’m!” Ratchet’s back raised as he came, vavle pulsing and spike twitching as transfluid shot onto Helex’s hand.
The giant mech smiled, letting go of ratchet’s legs and grabbed his helm, forcing him to watch as he licked his transfluid.
“Delicious.”
Tarn nodded to Tesarus.
Ratchet was shaking, he was over stimulated and exhausted, he just wanted to hug drift. Oh Primus he couldn’t even bring himself to look over to him.
Ratchet could feel the ground shake and his optics shifted to the mech. He noticed his own body was shaking.
Tesarus grabbed one of Ratchet’s legs and pulled him close.
Ratchet couldn’t tell if he wanted to frag him or eat him.
Tesarus’ waldos extended out, lifting Ratchet off the ground.
Oh Primus he was going to eat him!
Ratchet tried to struggle from his grasp. He heard the sound of a panel opening and stopped.
A much larger spike emerged.
He felt himself being lowered.
Tesarus’ servos grabbed Ratchet’s legs and held them apart and he was lowered onto his spike.
Ratchet screamed as the much too large spike was forced into him to the hilt.
His tanks were expanded, one could easily see the outline of Tesarus’ spike.
Tesarus moved Ratchet’s body up and down, in an unsteady pace.
A living frag toy. That was all he was now.
Ratchet felt his body grow warm. He was too full. It was uncomfortable. And yet he still felt good.
Tesarus groaned, moving Ratchet faster, his grip leaving dents in the smaller mech. He moved the mech until his valve was to the tip of his spike and slammed him back down, making his spike disappear inside his begging valve.
He was taking him so well.
His pace was quickening, Ratchet’s valve spurted out liquid, spraying onto the ground below. The sight was making the rest of the DJD
squirm.
Tesarus bottomed out, thick transfluid filling Ratchet’s aching tank.
He was pulled off and the transfluid dropped out of his sore valve and onto the ground.
Ratchet was dropped onto the ground with not a care in the world. He was sore, his vavle couldn’t handle another, his body screamed for rest. He stayed laying there in transfluid and panted.
Tarn walked over to the mech, kneeling down, bringing out a cloth and wiped off the soaking mech.
“N-No more… Please.”
Tarn cupped his face, “don’t worry my dear Ratchet, it’s just me now. You’ve been so good, Drift is a very lucky mech.”
Ratchet’s spark pulsed, “drift.”
“Yes, you’ll be able to leave with your conjunx, but first, you must please me.”
Ratchet hiccup a cry, painfully opening his legs.
“Good mech.”
Tarn rubbed Ratchet’s thigh, massaging his sore leg. Ratchet was surprised at how long he was doing this, his body started to relax, he was growing comfortable. He felt like the could recharge.
Tarn’s servo slowly moved, his digits suddenly moving up and down his valve making the other mech gasp. With two digits he gently rubbed ratchet anterior node.
It was tender. Too tender.
Ratchet bit back a moan, why did it feel like when he and drift. No. He shouldn’t think of drift right now, he couldn’t bear having to associate these acts with his conjunx.
Tarn pinched and tugged his anterior nod, forcing out pleasure from Ratchet.
“Not good enough?” With his other servo he thrusted two digits into Ratchet’s soaking valve. Quickly thrusting deep inside him, wiggling his digits and circling around while he quickly rubbed his anterior node.
“Ah!”
It was too much.
Ratchet’s hips raised and fell, his head fell back and shook.
Good he was chasing the pleasure.
“Cum for me medic. Let me hear you sing.” Tarn added another digit, roughly rubbing his interior nodes and anterior node.
Ratchet screamed as he came.
“Beautiful.”
As he panted Ratchet could hear some of the other DJD members chuckle.
At least he was finally done.
Tarn tilted his head, shame this deal was made, he would make for a universe class pleasure drone.
Ratchet felt his stomach being rubbed.
“One final test medic.”
Ratchet felt his energon run cold.
Tarn loved the look of horror in his optics.
With no further preparation Tarn held open ratchet’s legs and thrusted into him.
But he didn’t move.
Ratchet shook, he felt full, his valve was squeezing, begging for the thick spike to move.
His body wanted him. Needed him.
Tarn waited, even if the burning desire to interface was there.
Ratchet moved his hips, but servos held him in place.
The poor mech was panting now.
“P-Please….” Ratchet felt his optics grown warm, “please move..”
Behind his mask Tarn smiled.
And he did as he was asked.
Tarn moved his hips in a circular motion, hitting Ratchet in ways he’s never experienced.
Fluids gushed out of his valve, with Tarn’s spike never leaving him, he felt so pleasantly full and all his nodes were being hit all at once, it was amazing. He didn’t want it to end.
Ratchet grabbed Tarn’s arm, gripping it hard, his arms moved until he was at his shoulders and he held him close.
He screamed in pure bliss.
“Don’t stop!”
Drift looked up at that and his spark sank.
Ratchet held onto Tarn, his face held absolute pleasure. They looked like long time lovers finally embracing.
“R-Ratch…”
He felt like dying. He knew this was being forced on him, that pleasure forced was worse than any pain but still.
Drift was tugged back by Helex, and only then had he realized he tried to move to Ratchet.
Ratchet screamed in a harmonious tone that was absolutely beautiful to tarn.
“Come for me Ratchet, let the entire universe know who you truly belong to.”
Ratchet’s mind was gone, all there was left was pleasure.
“Tarn!” With no control his gestation tanks opened.
His hips bucked up and down against Tarn’s circular motion.
Tarn’s movement’s suddenly stopped, filling Ratchet deep within him with transfluid.
Ratchet screamed, being filled even more and so warm at that. He came shortly after. His valve refusing to let Tarn go.
Tarn rubbed at Ratchet’s stomach, from the slight bulge in his lower regions he could tell his gestation tank had opened. This day has gotten even better and if this little autobot takes then his revenge would be greater.
When he pulled out he could hear Ratchet whimper.
He was delighted to see no transfluid had leaked out.
“Such a beautiful mech for an autobot. A true shame you weren’t a decpeticon.” He continued rubbing Ratchet’s stomach, perhaps in a subconscious way to encourage Ratchet to catch.
He tucked his spike away before turning back to Drift.
Oh he loved the absolutely destroyed look on his face plate.
“Our deal is done, you are forever removed for the list.” He smiled, “you can now live happily ever after with you conjunx.”
The DJD just laughed.
“You better be thankful for him.”
Drift wanted to cry into the ground, but he crawled over to Ratchet and held him close. Far too late to protect him and yet still tried to from further harm.
“Now, let us be off.”
And without another word they were gone. Their ship lifting off and flying away.
Drift finally let out an ear piercing scream.
Ratchet’s body was finally able to relax and he had passed out soon after Tarn was finished.
“I’m so sorry. I should have been stronger.”
Drift cried into Ratchet’s chest.
A moan of pain caught his receptors, he loosened his grip thinking he was holding Ratchet too tightly but the mech had woken up.
“Drift, don’t blame yourself.” He sounded so exhausted, so weak. “Please, you always protect me and I want to protect you,” his optics closed, “no matter the cost.”
Drift’s voice hitched “I love you Ratchet.”
Ratchet wished he could hold Drift’s face, but all he could do was relax and close his eyes, “and I love you Drift, so much.”