Warning: This contains slash. If you don't like M/M pairings, you don't want to read this.

This was written for a LiveJournal Community called Springkink.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or any of the characters. This is a fanfic, nothing else.


Pairing: Ratchet/Ironhide
"Check-Up"
Normally Ratchet didn't mind doing regular check-ups for the other Autobots; usually they went by with no trouble, except for a few certain troublemakers. This time, however, it wasn't the resident pranksters who were making the trouble for him. He let out a growl as he continued Ironhide's exam. “It’s really hard to concentrate when you keep making that noise,” he said as Ironhide let out another moan.

“You’re the one poking at sensitive areas,” Ironhide answered, not bothering to hide his smirk. He winced as Ratchet intentionally jabbed the area harder that needed. “Hey, that hurt.”

“Then you're a wimp.” Ratchet glared at Ironhide again. “I'm done. You can leave now. And, by the way, you're in perfect health.” The medic glared at the other as Ironhide didn't budge at all. “Out. Now.”

Ironhide smirked again, standing, but not leaving; instead he moved a little closer to Ratchet. “Aw...c’mon Ratch. Don't be like this. You got me all worked up, and now you're just going to kick me out?”

Ratchet twitched. Visibly. Sometimes, he really wanted to strangle some of the other Autobots. He was surprised to feel Ironhide’s lips press against his chevron; he pulled away quickly. “What the slag do you think you're doing?” He glared at the other.

Ironhide wrapped his arms around the medic, ignoring the other’s protests. “You know, Ratch, you're pretty cute when you're angry. For a moment, he thought he'd gone too far because Ratchet was trembling. He grinned, though, as the medic moved so their lips were almost touching.

“You’ll have to wait for more,” Ratchet whispered, lips almost touching Ironhide’s. “I have more work to do.” He smirked when Ironhide began to protest.” It’s your fault that you came to me when I’m busy. Now, get. I’ll see you later this evening.”

Ironhide growled softly as he pulled away. “If you aren't at my room right after you're done here, I'm coming to get you and drag you there myself.”

Ratchet chuckled as Ironhide walked out of the med bay.

“You're nothing but a big tease,” Wheeljack said, entering the med bay.

“I know,” Ratchet said, smirking. “It’ll teach him not to interrupt me while I'm busy.”

Wheeljack sighed and shook his head as the door opened, and the twins entered the room. He sighed, realizing just how much the twins were rubbing off on his friends as he watched Ratchet, Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe bicker.