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He let Ratchet tease him as his motor let out a little excited purr. Rung's face was bright pink as he was getting way too heated by just simple kisses and teasing "Yes, yes it's been a long while."

twisted-medic

#nsfw

autobotpsychiatrist

Rung let out a huff and pulled away. “Fine.” He got up and walked to the door to his sleeping quarters. He put in the door’s code and motioned Ratchet to come in. “Please, I rather do it on my berth and make a mess there, than on my psychiatry couch.”

twisted-medic

Ratchet hummed serenely and trailed after the psychiatrist, sticking close behind him. Like the true gentlemech he wasn’t, he took Rung’s hand up and kissed the back of it, blood-red optics glowing hotly.

"I think I’m sick, and you’re the only cure tonight~"

autobotpsychiatrist

Rung chuckled at the nice gesture. He dimly turned on the lights as he sat down on his medium sized berth. It looked rather large for Rung, but it was fine for him. He awkwardly answered Ratchet’s cheezy pick-up line. “Im no medic, but I can try tending you like a nurse..?”

twisted-medic

He crawled atop of Rung and put his hand upon his cheek, stroking lightly. "Ooh~ I do like to dote on my nurses. I bet it's been a while, hm?"

Ratchet slipped him a quick kiss and dragged his mouth downwards, nibbling on his small jaw.

autobotpsychiatrist

Rung let out a huff and pulled away. “Fine.” He got up and walked to the door to his sleeping quarters. He put in the door’s code and motioned Ratchet to come in. “Please, I rather do it on my berth and make a mess there, than on my psychiatry couch.”

twisted-medic

Ratchet hummed serenely and trailed after the psychiatrist, sticking close behind him. Like the true gentlemech he wasn't, he took Rung's hand up and kissed the back of it, blood-red optics glowing hotly.

"I think I'm sick, and you're the only cure tonight~"

autobotpsychiatrist

Rung pet the medic’s head and blushed at his affections. It’s been a long time since he’s been called ‘love’ or any kind of nickname that wasn’t ‘eyebrows’ or mispronunciations of his actual name. He held him close but tried to edge away the topic of interfacing away. “I see. Did you do it often….or rarely?”

twisted-medic

"For a while, we would do it several times a week…but lately, not anymore…" He pouted again and blew a puff of air before cheering up suddenly, pushing his lips into Rung’s shoulder.

"Hmm…I have you though…"

autobotpsychiatrist

Rung shivered as he planted a kiss on his shoulder and pushed him away lightly “I…really don’t think interfacing with one of my ‘clients’ is a very smart idea Ratchet. You’re a little tipsy too.” He didn’t mind snuggling or staying close to the very warm medic, It’s been a while since Rung actually interfaced and he would probably be more of a burden for the medic if they decided to.

twisted-medic

Ratchet lowered his head and frowned, disheartened. “But..I thought you’d be the kind to…Well, I just thought you’d do anything for your patients…I know I would.” He struggled to understand Rung’s reluctance, taking it more like a revulsion to his character.

autobotpsychiatrist

"Well, I do but, it’s only things I can help them with. Some therapists do interfacing as a way to release but Im rather old and…" Rung was horrible at making excuses. Ratchet was handsome and sure he had some fantasies here and there long ago about his universe’s Ratchet, but he tried to ignore those thoughts by putting his head near Ratchet’s neck and whines.

twisted-medic

"And...? You don't fool me, Rung. For an 'old' mech, you're rather spry, especially in your ember. Besides," he continued while hoisting Rung higher up his lap and closer to his body, "don't you think that's all the more reason to take advantage of the time you have left, before the necrosis sets in?"

autobotpsychiatrist

Rung pet the medic’s head and blushed at his affections. It’s been a long time since he’s been called ‘love’ or any kind of nickname that wasn’t ‘eyebrows’ or mispronunciations of his actual name. He held him close but tried to edge away the topic of interfacing away. “I see. Did you do it often….or rarely?”

twisted-medic

"For a while, we would do it several times a week…but lately, not anymore…" He pouted again and blew a puff of air before cheering up suddenly, pushing his lips into Rung’s shoulder.

"Hmm…I have you though…"

autobotpsychiatrist

Rung shivered as he planted a kiss on his shoulder and pushed him away lightly “I…really don’t think interfacing with one of my ‘clients’ is a very smart idea Ratchet. You’re a little tipsy too.” He didn’t mind snuggling or staying close to the very warm medic, It’s been a while since Rung actually interfaced and he would probably be more of a burden for the medic if they decided to.

twisted-medic

Ratchet lowered his head and frowned, disheartened. "But..I thought you'd be the kind to...Well, I just thought you'd do anything for your patients...I know I would." He struggled to understand Rung's reluctance, taking it more like a revulsion to his character.

autobotpsychiatrist

Rung pet the medic’s head and blushed at his affections. It’s been a long time since he’s been called ‘love’ or any kind of nickname that wasn’t ‘eyebrows’ or mispronunciations of his actual name. He held him close but tried to edge away the topic of interfacing away. “I see. Did you do it often….or rarely?”

twisted-medic

"For a while, we would do it several times a week...but lately, not anymore..." He pouted again and blew a puff of air before cheering up suddenly, pushing his lips into Rung's shoulder.

"Hmm...I have you though..."

autobotpsychiatrist

"I am not! Well, maybe." he huffed as he finished his cube and place it aside. He liked how the high grade made him feel warm inside. "my old coworkers, before the incident and all that on Kimia said I was a little loud at times but I usually dozed off. I know my limits."

twisted-medic

"I like seeing you relax," he commented, moving to sit on a couch. "The desk is too formal for this! Come sit. Please?" He flashed the puppy dog look and motioned for Rung to join him, almost done with his second drink.

autobotpsychiatrist

Rung hasn’t even started his second drink and felt a little lop-sided as he takes the cube and sits down beside the medic on the sofa. “well, it is downtime anyways, so why not?” he said as he took a gulp of the cube. His cheeks turning a little pink from the high grade.

twisted-medic

Ratchet snuggled up to Rung like he was his best friend and finally did pinch his cheeks, a fountain of endless giggling. “You’re too precious~” he slurred, pulling the doctor into his lap for more hugs. “Soooo cute hmmm…”

autobotpsychiatrist

He yelped a little in shock as he was hugged by the medic and pinched roughly on his cheeks “Ow! I’m not a little sparkling!”. Ratchet seemed less on edge while intoxicated, which was something Rung was grateful for…but he was very clingy. “you’re holding me a little too tight Ratchet..”

twisted-medic

"Ohh, I'm sorry, love," he cooed as he shifted his grip, planting his face into Rung's neck. "Wheeljack and I used to get drunk on the couch....but there was a lot more bickering and--hee hee--and interfacing." Ratchet was practically glowing he was so giddy (and overcharged).

autobotpsychiatrist

"I am not! Well, maybe." he huffed as he finished his cube and place it aside. He liked how the high grade made him feel warm inside. "my old coworkers, before the incident and all that on Kimia said I was a little loud at times but I usually dozed off. I know my limits."

twisted-medic

"I like seeing you relax," he commented, moving to sit on a couch. "The desk is too formal for this! Come sit. Please?" He flashed the puppy dog look and motioned for Rung to join him, almost done with his second drink.

autobotpsychiatrist

Rung hasn’t even started his second drink and felt a little lop-sided as he takes the cube and sits down beside the medic on the sofa. “well, it is downtime anyways, so why not?” he said as he took a gulp of the cube. His cheeks turning a little pink from the high grade.

twisted-medic

Ratchet snuggled up to Rung like he was his best friend and finally did pinch his cheeks, a fountain of endless giggling. "You're too precious~" he slurred, pulling the doctor into his lap for more hugs. "Soooo cute hmmm..."

autobotpsychiatrist

"I am not! Well, maybe." he huffed as he finished his cube and place it aside. He liked how the high grade made him feel warm inside. "my old coworkers, before the incident and all that on Kimia said I was a little loud at times but I usually dozed off. I know my limits."

twisted-medic

"I like seeing you relax," he commented, moving to sit on a couch. "The desk is too formal for this! Come sit. Please?" He flashed the puppy dog look and motioned for Rung to join him, almost done with his second drink.

autobotpsychiatrist

Rung ran off, again hoping Ratchet wouldnt do anything like break into his desk…or play with his models. He just hopes Swerve could give him the cubes before he goes to talk about his life story again.

—-

He came back 20 minutes later with four cubes in his hands. He carefully opened the door and placed them down on the desk carefully “Here you go! four cubes. Two for you and two for me!”

twisted-medic

Ratchet HAD started poking at Rung’s models, but none of them were damaged. He was just curious and 20 minutes was a long time to be left alone. Luckily, the high grade distracted his attention and he eagerly started sipping from a cube the psychiatrist brought him.

"Mmm…it’s good."

autobotpsychiatrist

As soon as he saw Ratchet touching his models he swiftly ran over to his desk and took the model out of his hands “No touching! they’re fragile.” He sat down with a cube and sipped it slowly “Im not a drinker, but It was all he had. My apologies if it’s not like your usual high grade.”

twisted-medic

He cupped his hands around the cube and shook his head. “It’s quite alright, Rung. I like it.”

He laid his hand over Rung’s smaller one and drew circles on the back of it with his finger. “Are you a lightweight then? You’re so small, I’d just assume so, hm.”

autobotpsychiatrist

"…Yes. And I rather not embarrass other bots with my presence if I did get overcharged." He took another sip and looked over to the medic. "You look really nice with those colors…I just hope nobody notices your optics though.."

twisted-medic

"Embarrass them? Are you a rowdy drunk, Rung? I find that hard to believe~" he snickered and leaned forward against the desk, staring at Rung. Ratchet tended to be a very happy drunk, albeit sometimes a very dangerous one.

autobotpsychiatrist

Rung ran off, again hoping Ratchet wouldnt do anything like break into his desk…or play with his models. He just hopes Swerve could give him the cubes before he goes to talk about his life story again.

—-

He came back 20 minutes later with four cubes in his hands. He carefully opened the door and placed them down on the desk carefully “Here you go! four cubes. Two for you and two for me!”

twisted-medic

Ratchet HAD started poking at Rung’s models, but none of them were damaged. He was just curious and 20 minutes was a long time to be left alone. Luckily, the high grade distracted his attention and he eagerly started sipping from a cube the psychiatrist brought him.

"Mmm…it’s good."

autobotpsychiatrist

As soon as he saw Ratchet touching his models he swiftly ran over to his desk and took the model out of his hands “No touching! they’re fragile.” He sat down with a cube and sipped it slowly “Im not a drinker, but It was all he had. My apologies if it’s not like your usual high grade.”

twisted-medic

He cupped his hands around the cube and shook his head. "It's quite alright, Rung. I like it."

He laid his hand over Rung's smaller one and drew circles on the back of it with his finger. "Are you a lightweight then? You're so small, I'd just assume so, hm."

autobotpsychiatrist

Rung ran off, again hoping Ratchet wouldnt do anything like break into his desk…or play with his models. He just hopes Swerve could give him the cubes before he goes to talk about his life story again.

—-

He came back 20 minutes later with four cubes in his hands. He carefully opened the door and placed them down on the desk carefully “Here you go! four cubes. Two for you and two for me!”

twisted-medic

Ratchet HAD started poking at Rung's models, but none of them were damaged. He was just curious and 20 minutes was a long time to be left alone. Luckily, the high grade distracted his attention and he eagerly started sipping from a cube the psychiatrist brought him.

"Mmm...it's good."

autobotpsychiatrist

He walked up to his desk and opened a drawer and took out a small mirror. “Here, take a look at yourself.” From Ratchet described, He never wanted to meet his counterpart. He probably must be traumatizing others for fun than helping them heal. The thought made Rung shiver.

twisted-medic

The medic moved over to the mirror and turned about in it, satisfied with Rung’s work. “Very nice~ I could definitely sweep any bot off his feet, even if this color is a bit harsh for me.”

He faced Rung and smiled, “Now what?”

autobotpsychiatrist

Rung though for a moment and walked around his office “Well, it’s rather late and either some bots are sleeping or at the bar .I can try sneaking in there and getting some high grade to-go.”

twisted-medic

Ratchet checked how dry he was and then sat down. "I'll be waiting then ♥" he chuckled, in an oddly docile mood for his usual temperament. Rung was really growing on him...which was very, very bad.

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