Ratchet and Drift layed peacefully on their shared berth, they were both staring at the sealing trying to recharge after a long day.
Ratch
Rat
Chet
Drift 'pfft' and laughed a bit at the last nickname, Ratchet hugged him and asked what he was laughing about, Drift turned and faced him then shook his head.
"It's nothing... Just remembered something from the other cycle."
Lie.
Ratchet hummed and shifted, he shut his optics until Drift tapped his digit on the arm that hugged him, Ratchet open optic and gave him a soft "What?", Drift smirked and answered him;
"I have the perfect nick name for you~"
Oh no.
"What's the name you've given me now?"
The smirk Drift had only grew wider, he shut his optics and hugged his Conjux.
"Ratty~"
Ratchet groaned and rubbed his forehelm.
Bonus! Lime warning!
Ratchet french kissed Drift and rubbed his aft, Drift moaned into the kiss, he wrapped his arm around Ratchets kneck, the both pulled away.
Both layed on the wide berth.
Ratchet stared at Drift's body which look beautiful in the dimly lit room, his blushed up faceplate and his shiney white and red paint job.
"You look... Amazing..."
"And you look... Nice...?"
They both snickered, the medic placed his servo on Drifts interface plating, he rubbed it up and down.
"Ratty~!"
Ratchet took his servo away and groaned, Drift laughed.
"You should write a book on how to kill a sexual mood with only a nickname."
The end!
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Transformers One-Shots!
FanfictionI will be doing TFA, TFB, TFP, TFRB, TF RiD 2015, and maybe Cyberverse, G1, and Beast Wars. I will never do anything that has to do with RAPE ( I feel very uneasy as I almost went throu something similar) I might do sad things, depending on what i...
