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Hello? Yeah, all right, it looks like this thing is on.

[The vid flickers on and Ratchet's face fills it, somehow more exasperated and peeved than usual.]

Look, public service health announcement, stay away from the damn stupid flowers that are popping up everywhere. They're releasing a pollen that's hyperconductive that causes an allergic reaction in both organics and inorganics. Nobody's going to drop dead, unless you're set on being a medical miracle and being the first to die of overcharge, but if you're affected, for goodness' sake, be careful until it wears itself out. If you don't release the pent-up charge or whatever periodically it's possible you'll overheat.

If you absolutely need medical assistance, I'm going to be at the first medibay trying to figure out more precisely what the fresh smelting hell is going on.

Ratchet out.

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Not surprised.

[Ratchet buries his face against Ironhide's shoulder and tightens down deliberately, a hard shiver running up his spinal strut as he focuses inward, feeling charge build again in the wake of his earlier overload. He wraps one arm around Ironhide's neck and strokes himself with his free hand, feeling himself clench down tighter around Ironhide as his core temperature spikes again, back arching, lips parting.]

Good. [His voice is breathless with static.] Harder, then.

[Oh my.]

If you need any help alleviating the symptoms... I mean, if we can't find any treatment for it and it's not a breach of ethics.

[ Sometimes First Aid literally can't tell if Ratchet was laughing at him or at what he said. Either way it makes heat flush through his frame, becoming a bit flustered. ]

Before you put me on record as the expert, I just want the chance to say that I didn't exactly have formal schooling in it, it was just something I studied at Delphi.

[ Which was a medical base equip for expanding medical study and First Aid was pretty up on his medical conferences before Kimia went to hell, but that aside. ]

Is now fine?

[He feels that sudden, rapid tightening, and responds with a growl mingled with a gasp, shuddering, bucking, into him. Fine. If that's what his partner wants, then...]

[One hand leaves the wall, securing his arm around Ratchet's waist for better leverage. He picks up his pace, feeling his own internal heat rapidly build, roughly jerking in and out of the tight pressure. Still panting, fog clouding Ratchet's chest with each exhalation.]

More of an expert than I am, that's for damn sure. [Ratchet's voice is still warm.] I don't expect you to cure it overnight, but you'll be able to do more with this than I will.

Now's good, if you're not busy.

[Ratchet grits his teeth to keep from making noise, unsuccessfully, thin, sharp sounds wrenched from his throat each time Ironhide shoves in deep, his head tipping back and his optics flickering wildly before they dim. His hips jerk down against Ironhide's as he clutches at Ironhide's shoulder, thigh shaking, his knuckles brushing low on Ironhide's belly as he strokes himself and his body clenches wet again, pulling a harsh sound from him.]

Ironhide--

[ First Aid pretty much never stops being surprised when he's praised by Ratchet. ]

Ah... Well, I'll come take a look.

[ wee-woo, here comes the puff ambulance. He could have probably come walked over a bit ago, but in this scenario you can never be too careful. ]

Hey.

[Ratchet nods to First Aid as he comes in and holds up a datapad, putting it on the table between them. His hand is only a little unsteady as he draws it back and settles into his crutches again, his cooling fans working softly.]

C'mon...

[Though his voice is low, it's warm. Urging. A few shuddering sounds on the edges of the words.] C'mon -- s'okay. No one's gonna hear.

[He wants to hear, though. Wants definitive proof he's doing this right, and making his partner feel good. His body presses forward against Ratchet's hand as he moves in. Even that slight touch makes the lights along his body brighten, panting harshly. He shoves in a little harder, more roughly, and his mouth finds the medic's collar, biting down.]

[ Poor Ratchet. This was probably driving him insane. It was sort of inconvenient for First Aid but he wasn't too terribly bothered by it. ]

Thanks.

[ First Aid slides the data pad towards him and takes a look down at it. His own fans are on, though aren't working quite too hard from the charge dampener he was wearing. It still takes him a moment to focus on the work. ]

There doesn't seem to be any difference in the fluid besides increased charge. There... has to be something.

Oh--

[Ratchet jerks as Ironhide bites down, crying out raggedly as his back arches and his body tightens down hard. He shudders fiercely, his grip tightening on Ironhide's shoulder as he moans on the next thrust, low and harsh.]

Like that. [His voice shakes, crackling with static.] Please--!

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

[It's all he gets out, before he repeats his motion, shuddering and bucking a bit as Ratchet tightens. He purposefully slows for a moment, to regain his rhythm again, before once more thrusting harder, holding them both against the wall while his internal temperature spikes high. Energy building for the edge.]

I was guessing it was something in the pollen itself, the way it gets into our systems, and that it'll subside once the stuff is clear. It would explain the lack of other data, but I don't know. And that doesn't explain why it's affecting organics in a similar fashion, but I sure don't have the tools or equipment or a big enough sample size to get enough data to figure out what's going on there. This is high-priority, but nobody's dying, so I don't know.

Thanks for looking it over anyway--better that everybody have as much data as possible. [He eyes First Aid for a moment, his optics narrowing slowly.] You don't seem as badly affected as most. Anything in particular you're doing to fight it?

[Ratchet spasms against him, curling in and clutching hard at Ironhide's back as he pushes in hard and fast, his voice loud and ragged in Ironhide's audial. He can't even manage clear language anymore, just clotted static sounds over the roar of his cooling fans. He feels his body draw tight and tries to choke out a warning but he careens over the edge before he can manage it, writhing in Ironhide's grip and biting down on the collar of his armor to muffle a sob, clenching wet and slick around him over and over as charge wrings him out like a rag.

He's limp when it recedes, spent in Ironhide's grip and making ragged little sounds in his throat, his body still rippling with aftershocks around the thick press still holding him open.]

[Ratchet makes a choked little sound, looking away and then back at the feed, his mouth twisting.]

How extremely charitable of you. [There's just the mildest bite of sarcasm in his voice, mostly self-deprecating.] Consent is an issue with this stuff going around, and it's a good thing to keep in mind. If you want to come by to review the data I've collected and help study how this sort of thing spreads, be my guest.

[That's what he wanted to hear. No more words. Nothing so structured as that. Just Ratchet enjoying himself. Him unhinged. Something better for the poor guy. Of course, it's feeling pretty damn good himself, panting low and drawing out the sounds of Ratchet's name when he buries himself one last time, everything tightening and holding him there.]

[His own system overload hits a moment after Ratchet's, making him go rigid against and in him, hands all but digging into the wall behind him. It feels like a static explosion through every system and his knees want to buckle. But he holds on, holds Ratchet up, until it passes. His head bowed, pressing his forehead to the medic's chest.]

... you're. Real good at that.

[And making no move to pull away or out of him yet.]

Hah. You did all the work.

[Ratchet's voice is weak, still staticky, but he reaches in to coax Ironhide's head up, pressing slow, lazy, drinking kisses against his mouth for a long moment.]

S'good. [He doesn't really move away, his lips brushing Ironhide's as he speaks and a slow shiver dragging through him, making him tighten helplessly around Ironhide again and drawing a low, liquid moan from his throat.] Oh. M'comfortable, but feel free to put me down whenever you like.

Don't change anything.

[He doesn't need that much urging. Easily, willingly, returning the kisses. The needy, vibrating rev of his engine replaced with easy purring.]

[And then he chuckles a bit, before shifting him in his grip, managing to somehow maneuver them both down onto the bed, letting Ratchet lay on his chest. He probably should pull away from him, but, honestly, it feels too good to just lay down like this.]

How's... 'not for a long time' work for you?

[Ratchet makes a taut little sound as they ease down onto the berth, clutching at Ironhide a little and swallowing another moan before going limp and liquid, sprawled comfortably against Ironhide's greater bulk.]

Then you're going to be disappointed when I have to eventually go to cover a shift in the medibay. [He cycles his vents shakily.] ...the charge is going to eventually just come back, especially if we stay like this.

[In answer, he just makes little noises of his own, soothing ones, running his fingers up and down the other bot's plating, ending with a hand. One that he threads his fingers through, idly.]

Prob'ly. [He tilts his head a bit to look Ratchet in the face.] Yeah. Kinda figured.

You... want me to go?

I'm probably missing something. It could be a parasite, which would account for the lack of chemical response, or viral, and the the spores are just the most visible-- I need more time to look the data over.

[ First Aid briefly flicks his his attention to Ratchet's face, then back at the data pad and mutters something. That was considerably unhelpful, and he realizes that, but he's a bit embarrassed. ]

I uh, made a dampener to use.

We need more data, really, and nobody's focused enough to be really forthcoming.

[Ratchet's optics widen slightly, but he doesn't look annoyed or embarrassed or judgmental in the slightest.]

Well, that's one way to take care of the problem. [He frowns slightly.] ...though unless you've made considerable bounds in the mechanics, it's hard on your systems to wear for periods of time. Are you holding up all right?

[Not that Ratchet has room to talk--the charge is getting visibly worse even in the time they've been speaking as his fans whir louder and more static crackles in his voice. He seems intent on simply ignoring it as best he can, however, particularly if there's another problem placed in front of him.]

Are you kidding? I'm not Brainstorm. It's just something I managed to rig together from scrap. It's uncomfortable and doesn't keep my equipment from reacting-- [ In other words, his spike is rubbing against his cover as he speaks. ] It's better than nothing.

[ He puts the datapad down and folds his arms. ]

I know the risks, Ratchet. [ He squints his visor back at him, and reaches to brush his fingers against the elder medic's wrist. ] Do you want one?

I know you do, sorry. I just--

[Ratchet shudders at that light touch, his plating rattling together lightly before he turns his hand over to capture First Aid's, giving it a brief squeeze before his grip slackens, not quite letting go, but giving him more than enough room to pull away.]

...no. [A little wryly.] Thanks. But I'll just keep it on the whole damn time and make more work for everybody rooting around down there to replace the blown fuses. It's not a repair I could do myself and I'd feel bad for whoever drew the short straw for the dubious honor. [He swallows, watching First Aid's face and struggling for professionalism even as heat gathers into a tight knot low in his belly.]

How long has it been since you removed it last?

[Ratchet shivers all over when Ironhide touches the sensitive plating of his hand, gripping his back briefly.]

Not what I said at all. [Ratchet's voice is low and ragged and warm, rich with lazy heat.] Just didn't know if you had to be doing something that wasn't fragging me until I can barely walk.

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