Author's note. Really sorry for such a long wait, it took my co author reminding me about this fic to get it updated. We both hope you all enjoy this.

Written by me and Prowlsgirl.

Enjoy and please review.

First Aid laughed, "Three of them are still aroused. And I'm still struggling to not speak through the bond!"

"Really," Ratchet said slyly. "Who's still aroused?"

"Hot Spot, Groove, and Streetwise, why?" First Aid said.

Ratchet grinned and nuzzled First Aid's neck before whispering.

"Maybe we should do something about that?"

First Aid smiled, "Mm, that's not a bad idea Ratchet. Hot Spot! That's...actually an arousing picture."

"How do you want to do this, my darling?" Ratchet said, eyeing up the others slyly.

First Aid smiled. "He wants me inside him and you to ride him."

"Hmm, sounds good, my dirty little Mech, but what should I do in the meantime, Mmm," Ratchet purred, stroking First Aid between his legs

First aid trembled. Oh how he wanted to bond with this wonderful Mech, but he needed the entire gestalt's permission plus Ratchet's

Ratchet got up and smiled Hot Spot.

"What are you waiting for? Get on that berth."

Hot Spot smirked.

"Oh no. I'm the leader Ratchet. First Aid understands that. That's why he gets to take me while I take you."

"Come and get me then," Ratchet dared with a smirk.

Hot Spot moved fast. Before Ratchet could even move, he was pinned to the wall, a hard Spike up his port.

"Too, easy," he smirked as Ratchet gasped.

"Uh," Ratchet gasped, he'd need to learn to move faster.

He moaned as Hot Spot started to thrust hard while the others laughed.

"Ratchet, you are about to learn the lesson that all of us learned," First Aid laughed.

"No matter what," Groove started.

"Hot Spot is the boss," all four of the gestalt members replied in unison.

"I'll bare that in mind," Ratchet managed to gasp before he was overcome with moans. "Uh, uh, uh UH,"

Hot Spot was pinning his wrists to the wall as he asserted his dominance over the red and white Mech below him.

Hot Spot laughed as he thrust.

"If you ever want him to be bonded to us, Aid, you'd better teach him to listen."

"Uh, uh, is that, uh, all you got?" Ratchet said defiantly as he stood crushed between the wall and Hot Spot.

Hot Spot growled and lifted Ratchet completely off the floor, spreading the Mech's legs wider as he moved faster. Ratchet groaned, now bodily lifted, meaning his whole weight was being impaled on Hot Spot's large Spike making it go deeper into him. He bucked his body, trying to shift but this of course didn't do anything to relieve the overwhelming ache that was growing. Hot Spot was thoroughly ravishing him.

Hot Spot thrust hard until he felt Ratchet's body preparing for overload. Then he completely stopped moving, pinning Ratchet's hands behind his back so he couldn't touch himself and held the Mech there.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Ratchet gasped, his face slick with sweat as he hung impaled.

"Teaching you a lesson," Hot Spot replied.

"Uh," Ratchet moaned, he had been so close to sweet overload and the Protectabot knew it.

He tried to buck his body, gets things moving again but there wasn't enough space for him to move. Hot Spot laughed at his efforts.

"You need this lesson if you're to be bonded to First Aid. I'm leader of the gestalt. Me, not you, not anyone else."

"Uh, uh," Ratchet gasped, Hot Spot really was asserting his dominance over him. His pride didn't want him to give in but he so needed to overload, it was painful. He struggled for a few more minutes but Hot Spot wasn't budging and finally he yelled.

"Alright, you win, you're the leader, your my leader and no one tells you what to do. Now please, finish me off, I beg you."

Hot Spot smiled.

"Oh, no. I listen to Optimus, Prowl, and Jazz, but other than that..."

Hot Spot started thrusting wildly, pounding Ratchet into the wall.

Ratchet cried out as he was ridden but it needed to be done, he needed to be overloaded. Another minute and it hit him and he screamed Hot Spot's name. A moment later, Hot Spot pumped right into him, finishing the job at long last.

Hot Spot eased out of Ratchet and gently set the Mech on the bed. He leaned down and kissed Ratchet's face softly, kindness glowing in his optics. Ratchet was exhausted, he had ravished three times in quick session but he managed to smile up Hot Spot. Hot Spot smiled and gestured his gestalt to them. They were both suddenly surrounded by warm bodies and kisses were rained down on Ratchet from all angles.

"Was that so hard? I'm not a bad leader. I need your respect though," Hot Spot's voice was gentle.

"I respect you," Ratchet said softly before adding slyly. "Besides, maybe I liked you doing that to me."

"No, Ratchet. You've had enough for a while," Hot Spot said firmly.

"Hmm, alright," Ratchet pouted but he knew Hot Spot was right, he was going to end up becoming dangerously low of energy if he kept this up.

First Aid smiled and snuggled into Ratchet. He was really enjoying not hurting after interfacing. It was amazing. Ratchet wrapped his arms around him, kissing his face softly.

"Are you enjoying doing it with your team?"

"Yeah. I just wish we were bonded," First Aid admitted with a sigh.

"Maybe we can do that soon, but not yet," Ratchet said softly. "One thing at a time, Aid."

"Yeah," First Aid said tiredly. "One thing at a time."

"Yeah Aid, don't overstretch yourself," Groove advised. "There's plenty of time for that, besides, we've only just got you interfacing with us, I'm not sure I want to share yet."

First Aid's optics flared.

"Maybe Ratchet doesn't want to share me with you!"

"He's got to," Blades laughed. "We're a package deal, remember."

"I don't have to let you interface with me if he doesn't want to share," First Aid retorted hotly.

"Oh but he likes interfacing with us," Streetwise said slyly and before Ratchet could say anything, he added. "And you're going to as well, Aid."

"No. I will not interface with you," First Aid yelled out.

But his team was now advancing on him, with very hungry looks in their optics. First Aid shook his head and curled up.

"NO! If you even touch me now, I'll tell Optimus you tried to rape me."

That stopped them.

"We'd never hurt you like that, Aid," Blade said in a shaky voice.

"We just want to bond with you properly like you've done with Ratchet," Groove added quietly.

First Aid teared up.

"I know, but...I...I love him, and he has a choice over me."

"I love you Aid," Ratchet said softly but firmly. "I'll do whatever you want. If you want us both to interface with your team, we'll do that. If you only want to either only do it with them or me, that's okay. We respect your choice."

First Aid whimpered and reached out. He didn't care who would hold him, he just wanted to be held. Hot Spot stepped forward and took him into his arms, as Ratchet stroked his back.

"Shh, its okay Aid, we're all here for you," Hot Spot said softly.

First Aid started to cry. His spark ached and he needed to be held and comforted. he was so confused. The others gathered round and hugged him, sending waves of love and comfort through their bond. First Aid snuggled into the warm embraces, soaking up the love and warmth. He craved for more though. He felt afraid.

"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you," Hot Spot said gently, kissing him. "We just want to show you how much we love you."

First Aid moaned. "P-please. I-I feel so alone!"

"Okay," Hot Spot said gently and he pushed him back onto the berth. The others crowded round, kissing parts of First Aid's body.

With a soft thrust, Hot Spot penetrated First Aid and started to gently thrust all the while sending love over the bond. First Aid whined in pleasure and bucked up, taking pleasure from his leader. He felt so strange right now. He was in pleasure but he was crying. It was the oddest sensation.

Hot Spot kissed away his tears as he continued, thrusting slowly but firmly into First Aid. He tried to go deep without hurting, he wanted to pleasure First Aid, show him how good it was. First Aid whimpered and writhed as pure pleasure shot through his body. It felt so good, so...loving.

They were all whispering how much they loved him, even Ratchet knowing how much he needed it. Hot Spot grasped his hips, trying to help First Aid move in time to his thrusts. First Aid stared to roll his hips in time with the wonderful thrusts. His entire body ached with the pleasure. He started to moan softly in pleasure.

"There you go," Hot Spot said, feeling First Aid's pleasure. "That's what loving feels like."

"Yes," First Aid moaned. "F-feels amazing! Wonderful!"

"That's how it's meant to feel," Hot Spot said with a slight gasp as he continued.

"It's wonderful! I want more! N-need more! Please!" First Aid as sweating and his body was screaming for overload.

Hot Spot started to thrust faster as First Aid writhed below him, moaning with pleasure. This was how it should be, their shy team mate able to bond physically with the, so they could show their love. Hot Spot had always been disappointed when First aid wouldn't join in but knew since he was a virgin; he was his choice to decide when he would. They owed Ratchet a lot and would be sure to show their appreciation.

First Aid moaned and reached up to grab Hot Shot's hips. First Aid was feeling so good, the thrusting was almost overwhelming. His entire body was jerking in the wondrous pleasure. He should have done this so long ago.

Hot Spot felt over load coming, for both him and his team mate. He started thrusting harder, trying to speed up the process. First Aid whined loudly and tried to move his hips faster as the sensations threatened to overwhelm him. He was so close to overload.

Hot Spot gripped First Aid's hips and thrust even faster, crying out with effort and pleasure. And at long last, overload hit them both and they screamed as Hot Spot pumped right into First Aid before slumping down with a sigh.

First Aid shifted and whimpered. His lips burned for a kiss. Still within First Aid, Hot Spot lowered his burning mouth and consumed First Aid's mouth passionately. His gloassia run along the inside of the mouth he was kissing as his hands ran up and down the other Mech's body.

First Aid groaned and slipped his arms around his gestalt leader's neck. The need to kiss had been satisfied and he sighed, pulling back completely relaxed.

"Do you see what we were talking about?" Hot Spot said softly, smiling lovingly down at First Aid. "We just what to love you and show you how much we love you."

"He's right," Groove whispered softly, stroking First Aid's cheek.

First Aid nodded mutely and nuzzled Hot Spot, just needing to be close to his gestalt.

Ratchet smiled softly, happy to see his love so happy. He could tell it had hurt the others that their team mate hadn't been joining in the interface session because they were just for physical pleasure. They were to show their love, although yes, they still had a lot of fun together, it wasn't all serious.

First Aid smiled and reached out a hand for Ratchet. He wanted to be with his gestalt and his lover. Ratchet took his hand and smiled, gently stroking it. It felt so nice to be this close to someone, to have a family again. He wished the moment never ended.

First Aid felt tired. The interfacing had nearly completely worn him out. He was completely limp beneath his leader, and it felt so wonderfully safe.

"Can I sleep beside you Aid?" Ratchet asked softly, seeing that First Aid was about to drop off. He wanted to hold his love, be near him.

First Aid nodded, his optics already starting to offline from tiredness.

Ratchet snuggled up to him, nuzzling the younger Mech's face gently. Hot Spot smiled and lightly kissed First Aid's face. First Aid relaxed and let recharge finally overcame him. He was satisfied, warm, and safe, and it was the absolute best feeling in the world.

Ratchet hummed softly as he felt this happen but in a moment, he had fallen asleep too. Hot Spot chuckled and carefully slid out of First Aid. Turning to Streetwise, he said.

"Could you find a blanket, I think they're going to be out of it for a while."

Streetwise obliged and soon the two sleeping Mechs were tucked up. First Aid was warm. Safe and warm. He pressed closer to the warmth, trying to get more of it. Ratchet moaned softly and entwined his legs with the wonderful warm form beside him. He felt so content, so happy.

First Aid heard the moan and on lined his optics to see just why he was feeling so safe and warm. He smiled fondly and nuzzled Ratchet. Ratchet mumbled and pressed closer to the warm body he was snuggling against.

First Aid buried his face in Ratchet's neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin.

"Mmmm," Ratchet groaned, as bursts of pleasure shot through his systems.

"Wake up, lover," First Aid cooed softly, still teething the skin.

"Hmm, Aid?" Ratchet said sleepily before opening his optics into the smiling face of his lover.

"Mmm, good morning," he purred softly, nuzzling First Aid back.

First Aid smiled and kissed Ratchet, parting his lips in invitation. Ratchet eagerly slipped his glossia in and started moaning against First Aid's mouth as he explored it. They kissed for a good long time until there was a cough and they broke apart.

"Don't you two have work?" Hot Spot teased, pointing at the chrono, showing the time. "You can always do that later," he added with a grin.

First Aid sighed, "Yeah. We'd better go..."

Ratchet chuckled and kissed First Aid's hand.

"Why don't we share a shower later?" he suggested and instantly, First Aid's optics lit up.

Oh yes, he would definitely enjoy that.

Author's note. Only one more chapter to go, I'll try and publish soon. Will of course be filled with lots of naughty slash but also a little fluff. Until then.