Beauty; Chapter Two

[wishseeker]

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Summery: Wheeljack hated his scars...
Rating; T (further chapters may go up in rating)
Pairing: Wheeljack/Ironhide
Warnings; kissing between male pronounced robots

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The warrior was about to give up hope, when he recieved the advice from the medicine man...

Ratchet frowned and pulled Ironhide aside, “are you giving up on him?”

Ironhide grunted, “I’m not giving up on him. He is the one who is avoiding me.”

Ratchet shook his head, “He is paranoid. Jack hasn’t had a relationship since the accident back at the academy.” He crossed his arms over his chest nervously. “He probably thought you were going to leave him either way and he chose the way that would save face.”

Ironhide grunted and turned away, or Wheeljack just didn’t care for him.

Ratchet grabbed Ironhide’s arm. “He loves you. He hasn’t done anything in his lab since you two split up. He is listless and when he isn’t listless he is faking.” Ratchet bit his lip, “It isn’t pretty Ironhide. He isn’t completely illogical about it, it would scare a lot of mechs away.”

Ironhide pulled away and kept walking. Yeah but Wheeljack hadn’t even given him a chance.

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Wheeljack smiled with his eyes and nodded to Perceptor as he left the recroom. It was so easy to fake being happy. To pretend that Ironhide seeing someone else didn’t bother him. He had pushed Ironhide away, he would have to live with that. Even if it felt like his spark was being torn in two with every fake eye smile. He moved past a supply closet and gave a yelp as he was pulled inside.

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Ironhide pulled Wheeljack inside and pressed up against him stroking every inch of his frame he could reach and placing kisses all across his neck and face. “You think you can just avoid me?” He rumbled. He nipped at Wheeljack’s neck harshly grinding up against him. “If you want me to leave you will have to tell me so.”

Wheeljack keened and bucked his processor running a mile a minute. “Ironhide, please…don’t…stop.”

Ironhide smirked holding Wheeljack upright against him, “Don’t or Don’t stop?” He pulled back slightly and looked into Wheeljack’s optics. “I’m an old mech. I’ve let a lot of things slip through my servos over the vorns. I’m not losing this if there is a chance. I won’t ever ask you to do anything you find uncomfortable, but I want to be with you.”

He had to remind his systems to cycle and looked away. “I can’t, I can’t ever kiss you. I’m so ugly Ironhide. My scars.” He reached up and touched his mask tracing over lines of scars he knew where just beneath his mask. Waiting to ruin everything.

Ironhide scoffed, “You must think me incredibly shallow if you think I’d leave because of something like that.” He grabbed Wheeljack’s servo and pulled him out of the closet and down the hall to his own quarters.

Wheeljack had no time to protest as he soon found himself lying back on Ironhide’s berth while the weapon specialist sat across from him he wasnt' sure what to think and was torn between locking his legs together and spreading them wide. He was shocked when Ironhide simply helped him sit up and sat a respectful distance away.

Ironhide pulled back a metal plate to show many crisscrossed weld marks on his arm. “Decepticons took my arm off, medics managed to reattach it but without the extra plating it is hideous.”

Wheeljack frowned and shook his head leaning forward to trace the scars. “But a con did that. That scar was something you got fighting for our cause. My scar, my scar is because my lab partner wasn’t paying attention.”

Ironhide smiled and showed Wheeljack another scar on his neck, “I wasn’t paying attention during training and damn near offlined myself.”  Then sitting back he opened his chest plates revealing a deep disfigured scar on his spark chamber. "And I got this one from a green mech on the battlefield."

Wheeljack’s optic’s widened and he looked away. That, that was so personal. He, Ironhide shouldn’t have shown him that. “That, I.”

He closed his chest plates and moved to sit beside Wheeljack. “Every mech has scars. They tell the story of our lives, the highs and lows. I showed you my scars to show you even the most intimate, ugly scar isn’t something to be ashamed of. “ He placed a chaste kiss to Wheeljack’s mask and pulled him down to the berth to cuddle. “I don’t care what you look like under that mask Jack. What I care is what an amazing mech you are. You are smart, kind, and you put up with a grumpy old mech like me.”

Wheeljack listened in silence cuddling up against Ironhide. Maybe, maybe it would all work out.
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Wheeljack laughed as Ironhide picked him up from behind and spun him around in the rec room. “Hide put me down!” Sure the recroom was empty but that didn’t mean it was ok! He smiled and pressed against Ironhide’s chest nuzzling him gently. He was happy. So very happy and nothing could ruin that. Sure he hadn’t shown Ironhide, but for now that was ok.

Ironhide smiled and nuzzled Wheeljack back. Wheeljack would show him when he was ready. And when he did Ironhide would be there to show him that everything was ok.

And for a while all was good and the mech and the warrior were happy...