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A long time ago Drift of the Yokai forest had traveled to far from his fox hole. He made contact with the Cybertronian tribe and almost paid the price for his careless.
Walking in and eating a good portion of the tribe's food, had left him bloated and unable to move. His patch of white hide drew attention to the guards in particular. Apparently the prefect shade for a would be courtship gift and extremely valuable coat.
That was until a savor had come. A young mech with red hands and beautiful blue eyes had paid for his leash. Then he looked over his wounds from the traps and the lashing the hunters used to get Drift to submit. Then he guides the two of them back to the forest and took the collar off.
Drift takes one more look at the mech. A full view of the mech's frame. Does his best to remember him. Why, he wasn't exactly sure... perhaps it was the kindness. Or maybe there was something more. Something worth looking at again.
He turns out to be right as Drift takes every year to go and visit. The first year back and the mech was happy to see him. He took him into his home to hide Drift. Let him stay with him and while not allowing him in certain areas Drift still had plenty of space to explore.
The first thing he notices about this mech is that he doesn't outside of work. Every year after Drift is more bold and watches Ratchet in his everyday life. The mech is happy when he's working. More to the point Ratchet loves to help people wither it was physically or otherwise.
He was captivated. Before Drift knew it all he could think about was Ratchet. His hard but caring eyes. The fast but gentle touch, his ever growing gruff voice that rumbles his body. Drift has fallen in love with Ratchet.
It surprised him how easy it was for him to say that. At which Drift try to temp Ratchet to join in. To respond to both his movements and dance along side him. Only when Ratchet sat down and pet his head like some kind of domestic animal, did Drift feel the sting of their incapability to understand each other.
So he spent all the time away from Ratchet to find a way fo become Cybertronian. Any folk lore, Fairytale, loose he said stories. Anything. He just needed tell Ratchet. Tell him.
One night he lays flat on the ground. He begs, to any god, a star, anything that could make his wish come true. Allow him to be able to speak to Ratchet. Allow him to connect with someone other than himself. And when his tear hits his paw.
It happened.
He was standing upright. The front set of paws became hands. Going to the nearby river Drift does his best to walk over. Even as he trips over his own tail and gets dirt all over he still makes it.
While he doesn't look exactly like the villagers, he does look much more Cybertronian. Eyes sit much higher. He still has a long nose but it's way shorter than snout. Ears are still high up but theres more space between them. He has a full head crest, and chin guard.
While this new form is truly exciting, nothing could have made him more happy until, Ratchet. Drift all but toppled Ratchet over when he made it back to him on his new legs.
"Primus!" Ratchet pushes him off. "Who are you? And more importantly are you okay?!"
He understood him "Drift!" He points at himself with both hands. "Drift! You know the Fox Yokia." It isn't until he shakes the little bell on his tail from the charm on a ribbon tied to his taik Ratchet had given to him does it click.
"Drift..." he blushes. Drift just laughs as all of the more embarrassing things he witnessed when he was with Ratchet. "Just tell me everything."
So the next few years Ratchet dedicated to teaching Drift how to be Cybertronian. How to eat, speak, write and anything Drift had questions about.
In return Drift would hunt for them. He would give them a better understanding of the wildlife of the forest. Even helping in their expedition runs the few times they needed to journey through the forest.
"What does our little yokia wish to do with Ratchet?" One of the elders, Kup, asks with a teasing voice. "Plan to kidnap him for your bride?"
Ratchet freezes in place. His face is warm, practically melting. "What's a bride?" Drift looks between the two.
"You know." Drift gives frowns at him. "The bot you take home. The one you wish to live with for the rest of your life."
"It means you want me to be your mate." Ratchet still stays in place. That long distance stare, Drift doesn't like it.
"Ah!" Makes sense now. "Yes." He takes Ratchet's hand and holds it high in the air. "I stake my claim for Ratchet's honor. I wish to 'bride' him." The village just laugh.
Ratchet slaps him on the shoulder. "Be serious."
"But I am." He makes sure Ratchet understands. By looking directly at him no there will be no confusion. "Ratchet I want to make you my mate for life."
From that day forward Drift would ask Ratchet to marry him. For the days he missed because of hunting he would make up by asking him more than once. While Ratchet would never say yes, he doesn't actually answer with a no either. It usually was a "not right now, or I'm not ready." Never enough for Drift to make sense of it.
The others around find the whole thing amusing. Never did any of them help, or even suggest what will make him say yes. They don't even have the skill to see if Ratchet had said anything in private. Well today is another day and this time Drift had a foolproof plan.
Emphasis on 'had' as on his way back to the village an interesting view appeared before him. Right where the wheel made trek splits in two opposite directions is Ratchet.
Ratchet who is dressed up rather nicely. Long silk robes. A metal floral head peice with dangly bits and his face is accented with gold paints. He looks like a bride, but why is he tied up at the entrance.
"My my." Drift spends no time to walk up to him and circle around. Like the predator he is he makes note of every detail present to him. "What has you all dressed up. Did you know my arrival was today."
"Drift?!" Ratchet sounded like he had a rude awakening. "When did you get here?" He tries to touch Drift but with his hands are tied all he does his drag the poll on the ground.
"Just now." Drift lifts the robe to the side and sees that Ratchet's legs are also painted on. "A curious tale I've walked in on."
"Some orc has kidnapped villagers." Drift just lifts the skirts to see what other parts Ratchet had made pretty. Just half listening to what was being said. "First he raided the village. He overpowered the guards and ran off with many children. Then when some of Villagers left to get them back they too were captured."
"That doesn't explain how are you ended up like this." Drift hovers his hand just above the robe that is covering his chest. Ratchet is too quiet. Looking up at his face Drift sees him look quite guilty.
"It said that if we want to free the prisoners." Ratchet coughs to start over. "The only way he will let prisoners go is if we give him a bride."
How dare-! After all this time. Drift thought. He was pretty sure that-
"So many people have someone." Ratchet starts to speak faster. "And those that don't are too young- I wasn't sure if you would be able to help. I figured that it would be best for everyone if ot was me."
Of course. Ratchet is too kind, that his conclusion was to sacrifice his life. Drift couldn't stay made at something that felt like it was hard program into him, and well, he had learned to love everything about him. So when he took Ratchet's face eith one hand and directed him to look back at him, he made sure to smile at him.
"So what happens if I took care of him?"
"I would be eternally grateful." Ratchet is teasing him.
"Grateful enough to accept my proposal?" Drift makes sure that Ratchet looks right at him.
"Perhaps."
"I need a more soild answer. Afterall I am risking my life here."
"It's harder for me. You know me and all my flaws." Ratchet tries to pull away but Drift guides him back. "It's because you sill love me despite it all. It frightens me."
"Of course I do. Question is do you?"
"Yeah... just you married me eventually you will be bored with me. So when that happens I get to say I told you so."
Drift finally lets go, smile so bright that it blinds Ratchet. "I accept.", and that gets Ratchet to do a double take. "I'll get all the villagers free." He adjusts stretches his body to get ready for the battle ahead. "Then I'll come back for you."
"Do you even where you're going." Ratchet goes back to his snarky comments. "You might get lost and I might have to get married before you find your way back."
"I can sniff the way there. Most of the villagers have your soldering oil scent all over them." Drift takes on good look at Ratchet and smiles. "So you just keep your pretty self ready for me."
"By the way." Ratchet shifts a bit on his post. "What is with the lute?"
"Oh!" Drift lifts the instrument up to show him. "Someone told me that playing this could enchant you to say yes."
"Huh?!"
Turns out the orc was pretty powerful sure, but he was also kinda-
The only thing that really matters is Drift met up with Kup and the other hunters. He gave them the keys to the cage that held the children. Drift then goes to deal with the Orc. It wasn't much a fight. Really he just stabbed the guy while he was napping with no fuss.
Getting back to Ratchet was his top priority. He was finally, finally going to make that precocious bot his bride. After everything that ever happened. Whatever they had was going to be permanent.
Going to Ratchet's home but the mech wasn't there. He tries the town square, the clinc and even at Kup's residence. Nothing, but everyone laughs at his frantic searching. It wasn't until young Hot Rod told them that Ratchet is still tied up at the entrance of town, Drift went to him.
"Well, well." He watches as the life in Ratchet's eyes lights up. "Kept yourself nice and wrapped for me did you?"
"Drift?" He sounds so genuinely relieved, before reverting back to their established dynamic. "I wasn't sure if you were come back at all. I had to make sure the Oni wasn't suspicious if we had sent you over you know."
"Doubt, of my fighting prowess? Well I have the rest of our lives to prove to you that I will provide for you." Drift moves behind the post to untie him. "You will never know want ever again."
"I just ask that you allow me to heal mechs." Ratchet hops down and rubs away the burns from the ropes.
Drift comes back around. He bends down to hold both Ratchet's hands as he helps settle him in. "Of course." Moving closer so his full body covers Ratchet's. However, only his hands ever touched him.
"Drift..." Ratchet decides to take the lead. Turning around he moves one hand to touching his snout while the other one on his body. He can feel how fast Drift spark is spinning. See the want all over his face. "I will you marry you."
"No." Drift changes they switch so he was holding Ratchet's hand and face. "I'm supposed to ask you otherwise I will be the bride." Ratchet rolls his eyes as Drift crouches down to look at him. "Ratchet will you marry me?"
"Yes." Ratchet kisses him. Strange, as Drift can't deepen it. "I will be your 'bride'. Now are you taking me to your place or-?"
"By the laws of the forest, I must claim you in the most public place."
"Absolutely not." Ratchet tries to pull away but Drift keeps him here. "Not where children are. Plus these people aren't going to let me live it down."
"The trick is to not let them see that it upsets you. But I suppose that having ypung ones watch as I mount you could ruin your mood." He slips a finger to the gaps of his plating and cuts the protected mesh underneath. "Very well." Drift will have to settle for taking him home. "I shall take you to my hole. In exchange you must be fully claimed by my customs."
"Alright." With that Drift picks Ratchet up and bridal carries him to the fox hole at the center of the forest. To his surprise Ratchet had just place his head against his chest. He wasn't asleep but being out in the sun must have exhausted him.
He places his head on top of Ratchet's, reassuring him that they will be alright. The hole is much smaller than a standard door but Drift can still jump in while still keeping his bride close.
"Where here." The actual abode is bigger on the inside. Just about the same size as the main halls courtyard. Drift has been busy digging out more space throughout the years in preparation for Ratchet. However he did not have enough time to make walls for separate rooms. He still wasn't exactly confident that Ratchet would sleep in his nest with him.
"It's bigger than I expected." Ratchet moves to stand up. The spot is cold and Drift realized that he wants him there forever. Maybe not in public, but yeah... forever. "Not very decorated." Ratchet makes his way towards the mountain of stuff he had hoarded over the years.
It's no surprise that he picks up his old ribbon. "I still can't believe you still have this?" He jingles the bell charm like a calling Drift's body moves closer to him. Here he sees that Ratchet is blushing.
"Why wouldn't I? That is the physical representation of your claim." Once Drift is right behind him. He takes the ribbon from Ratchet's hand, and wraps it around his neck. "And now I return the mark." He moves around to get a better look. One finger shakes the bell and lets it ring as he burns the image into his vision. "Perfect." He feels his lust rising. "Is this why you wanted me to wear this?"
"I just need to know where you were." Ratchet unties the ribbon, Drift would have been sad but all he can do is imagine his teeth sinking into his neck. "At that time I thought of you as nothing more than a normal turbo fox."
"And now?"
"Now." Ratchet moves closer. "Now you are my husband." Bodies bump into each other. "My mate." Ratchet wraps his arms around him.
"That's right. Mine." All of Drift's restraint is gone. He lifts Ratchet up and carries him to the nest on the otherside of the room. Dropping him hard on the padding he gives Ratchet no time to adjust as he tackles him back down.
Drift then mounts against Ratchet's back. Tail wraps inside himself as he lets his spike come out and humps against Ratchet's frame. "Open mate." He moves his snout against his shoulder. Letting his tongue out to lavish those cords that make up his neck, prepping them for when he bites down.
"Is it really like this?" His voice is short. Breath hot, Drift moves his hands to cover Ratchet's. His hands are clutching the bedding hard.
"I said 'fully by my customs'. It is rather raw and crass against your culture." This time he gives him a soft lick and Ratchet trembled. "I will bite your neck." Another lap on his neck. "I ask that you keep the mark." Ratchet responded with a pathetic little whine. "Normally we would wrap tails together and link our minds together, but I understand that our biology differ in many ways."
"Do you want to link up?" Ratchet let's go of the bedding to touch his arm. "I can give you my cords. Normally we would share spark energy. Merge together until pur very souls come together."
"Yes." Drift nuzzles the back of his head. Letting his engine purr contentedly, signaling his excitement. "After we follow through my traditions we will fo yours." The tip of his tale exposing the cord, moving towards Ratchet's hand. "Please share your unrestricted thoughts with me."
Ratchet moves to pull something from under his head. Drift holds him up as his eyes lock on to the unspooling of Ratchet's link. He then watches as it falls to left and lost towards the nest. Tail is then tugged a bit forward.
Hello. Ratchet alerts himself.
Mine. Drift waste no time to act. Mine. Mine.
Finally he bites down on those delicious cords and marks Ratchet.
Sweet.
Fuck. Ratchet lust skyrockets.
Interface ports are open. Allow c:DRIFT to connect.
>Yes.
No.
Oh my.
Drift can feel Ratchet's jizz going down his leg.
Hmm? Jizz?
Yeah. Drift shows the forbidden purple juice coming out his ports
Jizz? Cum?
Oh! Transfulid.
Transfulid. Well since I'm here.
Drift then lets his long pointed tongue lick upwards. Sloppily lapping up all the tasteful fuild while allowing it to spill over his mouth, hitting the surface.
Delicious.
Drift! 💖💖💖💕
Ratchet worms his valve closer to Drift's snout. Strong scent draws his attention.
Smelly.
Another mouthfull lick. Drift shoves Ratchet into his nest to hold both legs out of his way. Shoving as much of his tongue in Ratchet's valve, until the tip touches a bump inside the port.
Node.
Safe?
Yes. I was forged with them
Drift gives a tentative lick. Ratchet give a much louder whine while he pushes his aft back for Drift.
Good?
Prefect.
Ratchet's processor is melting.
ACTIVATING COOL DOWN PROCEDURES.
Cooling fans 56%
Oral fuild engage.
Optic fluid engage.
System Ram at 75%
Not hurting you?
Don't stop!💖
Ratchet's moaning gets louder. Giggling like when he gets drunk on high grade. Drift just kisses the valve port to express his confidence.
Stupid cute. Love.
Another whiff of that strong smell hits Drift's nose.
Hmm.. Don't like that. Mate should smell of my claims.
Drift gets up to mount properly again. Ratchet laughter gets muffled as his frame sinks more into the bedding. Processor is burnt out and can't think anything higher than pleasure.
Mine.
Drift gives another hard bite as he shoves his spike as deep as he can. Pushing all the nodes higher, he hits past Ratchet's forge chamber causing his plating to clang.
Yours.
Ratchet screams in ecstasy as he finally overloads. All of his transfulids squirts out coating both his legs and Drift's.
System overload at 89%
Cool down?
Yes.
>No.
Drift doesn't let Ratchet recover. Instead he puts both arms around Ratchet's frame. Claws digging hard across his stomach. While Drift drags him up and down forcing him to meet his thurst with equal brutality. Knocking getting louder as he goes in harder.
Goodness Ratchet's node make it almost impossible to pull all the way out. They suckle on his shaft hoping to pull it back in. Squelching as they put back down by his rough handling. If they weren't linked up in mind as well as their are in body, Drift would had thought that he was doing this on purpose.
Wife. My wife. My wife. My mate.
My everything.
Drift can fell his drool fall down. Can feel the absolute bliss radiate from Ratchet. Can hear both their fans try desperately to get them back to normal temperatures. However he just doesn't have enough to let go.
He has to fill Ratchet with his scent.
That only happens when he dumps all his cum into Ratchet's frame.
Alright.
Ratchet does his best to put weight on his arms so he can lift his head.
If that's what you need.
He then rolls his head down to meet Drift's mouth. Long tongue is sticking out as he focuses on his overload.
Kiss?
Ratchet doesn't wait for a response as he lets his tongue out to meet Drift's. Gives him one short sweet lick before pressing both lips to met Drift's lapping.
Your partner.
Fuck.
Whatever restraint Drift had left has been unshackled. He can feel all his transfulid rush down his frame and out his spike. Taking as much room as it could swirling around as it gets pushed back out when Ratchet's frame couldn't handle more.
His frame accommodates by sliding away the peices of his armor that stopped his mesh from expanding.
Cum Levels 45%
Drift just cast the notification aside. Giving shallow thurst hoping to simulate his frame to keep spilling more in. Ratchet's frame jiggles out as more and more transfulid makes its way in. He feels so slow and heavy it's quiet scary how much he can hold in.
32%
Drift's hips stop moving while his claws go in deeper, pulling him tighter, as he tries to get something out.
15% Low cum levels. Change rod to knot mode.
>Yes
No.
Oh fuck!
If it was Drift or if it was Ratchet it didn't matter much. A molten heat pass through both of them as a strange smell spritzs in the air.
Mmm better.
Drift collapses on top of him. The force is to much for Ratchet to stay upright. When they both go down Drift nuzzles his head along Ratchet's back while he adjusts them into a more comfortable position.
He is resting. The link between them tells Ratchet that much. He can feel that this claim is only half done.
Then the image of Drift on his side both legs spread out as one is in the air. His tail is high in attention while the ribbon with his bell is tied neatly at the base jingles as he wags it. Valve port is firmly closed tight while Drift's optics are half closed giving a seductive gaze.
When we get you back to 100% it will be your turn to leave your claim on me.
Ratchet just lets out a small chuckle.
And the bell?
It was your first gift to me we have to keep it on. No exceptions.
Alright.
Drift kisses his back.
Good mate.
Partners.
That too, wife