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Ratchet wasn't big on religion, but a small statue of Micronus Prime found itself on his heating mantle regardless. And he wasn't personally in need of wheels to get around, but his home had ramps and arm-height bars for balance, for lifting, for motion. Nonslip flooring. There was still a way to go, but he was relatively pleased with the progress.

Still, Fixit was always welcome no matter what level of customization Ratchet's home was at, and it was still relatively early days. He had to do most of the remodeling himself, but he figured that he should get Fixit's input, lounging over the back of the couch like an ancient lazy cat as he passed a small datapad down to Fixit.

"Here. Tell me what your ideal kitchen space looks like. And I want your opinion, all right? I have enough room in my stubborn cerebrum for two opinions, maximum, so make it count."

Fixit had started visiting before there'd been pretty much any customization, and he hadn't minded it -- he was used to most places in the city, and especially private homes, not being suitably accessible to Minicons or people with wheels instead of feet.

But Ratchet had started making his home much easier for Fixit to get around and maneuver in, to the point that Fixit felt startlingly at home here. Which was only helped by the fact that Ratchet was asking for his input on the changes, lounging comfortably across the back of the couch Fixit was sitting on, looking more relaxed than Fixit usually got to see him; it made the little bot smile as he took the datapad.

It turned into more of an amused smirk as he giggled at Ratchet's fake-'grouch' joke, agreeing joking in return, "Well, if you need a second one, I'll try. Umm..." He looked at the pad then, considering, falling back into serious concentration. "I know you said 'ideal', but some things aren't really feasible; if there are too many ramps you wouldn't be able to get around, and if everything was moved to be in arm's reach for me then you wouldn't be able to use it conveniently." And doubling everything was definitely not feasible; again, it would take up too much space, and it would be ridiculously expensive.

"In that case, I think... larger counters, and moving the cabinets over the counters so they can be reached from there. Maybe a lip, that I can get onto and move on? If part of the floor were a small platform elevator, it could be brought up to lock into place with that. That would take care of the most complicated parts, I think. After that, we'd just need kitchen implements and things that are more conveniently sized for Minicons? Just a few, to supplement what you already have. That shouldn't be too hard to find."

It was nice to encourage Fixit to be here with him, not just because he didn't like to be alone, but because he genuinely enjoyed Fixit's company, he wanted more of it. Fixit had gone from being not-terrible at work to actively sought after, interesting, fun, kind. Deserving, in Ratchet's estimation, of a substantial amount of his effort to make Fixit feel at home and welcomed.

"It's your place now as much as it could be mine, but I know what you mean. We can't afford everything we need, we have to prioritize, I just... want you to be able to get along as well as you can."

He closed his eyes a moment, listening to Fixit's reasonable words. "I am far too old to keep bending down for things," He agreed, rubbing his head and sighing faintly through his vents. "But I don't mind making regular energon and supplemental meals for you. Your feeling of independence is important, that's all." He nodded at the platform elevator part - that was particularly clever.

"And this is as good a time as any to ask-... if you'd like to stay on a more regular basis."

"Then- my ideal kitchen space is one for both of us," Fixit said boldly. Not just to keep the price down, but so they could both use Ratchet's kitchen; he wasn't making those choices just to 'be less trouble' for Ratchet, but because they were what he wanted out of this restructuring.

"You're doing better now, though, aren't you? You're refueling?" It was true that Ratchet was an old model, but many of his aches and lack of energy apparently came from low fuel levels, and when Fixit had found that out he had promptly developed a mild fussing habit. He was concerned, that was all! He liked Ratchet a lot, he wanted him to feel good. "When your kitchen's finished, maybe I can make you a meal, too." He'd like to return the favor.

Of course, with Ratchet going out of his way to make his house suitable for him, and especially trying specifically to make his kitchen their kitchen, Fixit shouldn't really have been surprised by the invitation. He was, though, and he brightened immediately, straightening up and turning towards Ratchet. "Really?! You mean-- as a roommate?"

Okay, calm down, calm down a little anyway -- he still smiled, brightly, warm, and amended an actual answer, realizing he hadn't given one. "I'd really like that, yes. I like being here, you really have made it feel like home."

Ratchet made a soft sputtery engine noise of pleasure at Fixit's uncharacteristically forward response, "Well!" That would ordinarily have summed it up sufficiently, but Fixit deserved more than just an amused well, and Ratchet walked around to sit on the couch properly, just in time to field the question about fuel levels. "Yes, I have an invaluable friend who reminds me every so often, and soon enough I'll get onto the habit without having to be poked about it." He couldn't help but smile again, venting out warm, that perfect pleasant exasperation, "You can make whatever you like, in our kitchen, Fixit... and thank you for wanting to."

He reached over to put an arm around Fixit's small shoulders, so completely fucking taken by him, "If you want to pay a token rent you can, if it would help you feel less like a guest and more like- ...well, whatever you'd like to be. I'm glad you're comfortable here, you help me. You are... greatly important."

Maybe he was still a bit too stiff for having made this offer, maybe he was still sort of struggling to incorporate vulnerability. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it. "I'm very fond of you." He risked more.

Ratchet came around the couch to sit with him, and Fixit moved just enough to make room, but stayed comfortably close, happy to sit near him, pleased at Ratchet's apparent pleasure. Pleased at that, 'our kitchen'. He giggled. "You're welcome, and thank you for calling it that." It was nice to hear.

Nice to have an arm around him, nice to have Ratchet caring about his comfort as a normal, mature person -- 'whatever you'd like to be' compounded with all the rest of them to make him blush bright and hot, glance away and let out warm vents, even if he didn't know if Ratchet meant... anything by that.

"I think I'd like to do that," he volunteered, still trying with a little embarrassment to drop his core temperature again, still not looking quite at Ratchet again yet. "I want to help contribute, if I'm going to be living here. I'm fond of you too, you're important to me, I'm..." He glanced up again, "glad you're my friend."

It was perfect, snuggling here together, feeling the warmth from Fixit's vents, from his biolights. And for once he could honestly say he didn't want anyone else. He was happy this way. Fixit was perfect, Fixit was the person he wanted.

So why was it so difficult to actually say those things? They'd known each other long enough by now.

"If you'd like to be more-..." Ratchet was trying to figure out how to say it, precisely, how he could encompass the way he felt in nonthreatening language that was easy enough for Fixit to wriggle out of, now he'd just spent this time trying to present him a space to live, safely. But better it was awkward now than later, Ratchet unknowingly shared Fixit's thoughts, and decided to risk it.

"I know you see a lot of me as it is." He tried to lead up to it that way, "But you are someone I could easily see myself - happily spending the rest of my life with, Fixit. I don't know if that was in your plans, if you had any ...If you'd like to be with anyone. It isn't my intention to put you in an awkward position by saying any of this, don't think that you can't let me down, ah. Any way you'd like to." Whoops.

It was difficult, it was awkward. It was, if Fixit had to pinpoint a reason, scary to think of things changing if Ratchet didn't feel the same -- he didn't think that Ratchet would push him away, but if it made them any less comfortable with each other... Fixit liked the way things were right now.

But it might get awkward anyway, if he kept quiet, and he didn't want to keep quiet about it forever. If he tried, at least he'd know... and if things got a awkward now, that might better than them getting awkward later, when they were living together and didn't have as much space.

Better to say something now, but it turned out he didn't have to work up the nerve to do it himself -- at least not first, and he blinked, then brightened again, gradually, as Ratchet spoke, until he spoke of Fixit 'letting him down' and Fixit reached up to hold Ratchet's arm, keep it around himself.

"No, I'd like that. I like you and I like being with you; I'd be happy to stay as long as you'll have me, and-... I think I'd like being yours. Not in a Minicon way," he specified quickly. "Um. More..." Date me? Kiss me? He scooched a little closer, gathered his courage, bolstered by Ratchet having done so already. "...I'd like to be with you for the rest of our lives too."

It was certainly the risk that had stopped him talking about this for the last few days, the risk that had convinced him it just wasn't the right time. He was more or less healed. From Optimus, anyway, he felt like he could interact with people normally now, without fear that they'd try to pull the rug out. It was good.

And Fixit was undeniably comfortable around him. It was something Ratchet took as personal point of pride, given how Fixit had been treated, how Ratchet had responded to his environment as well, that they both had something like this that worked for them.

"I like you very much, but I admit that I was a little concerned about--the minicon way, I don't want to own you in that sense - just in every other sense." That was hopefully hot when it was in grandpa growl. He had looked absolutely relieved when Fixit clarified - I'd like to be with you for the rest of our lives too, he liked it, Fixit was wonderful to be around.

He did lean down to kiss the rest of Fixit's head, adding, "I want you to be your own glorious person around me. I like who you are, Fixit."

Ratchet squeezed him a bit, reminded by the arm-holding that Fixit might need a little encouragement physically. Maybe a lot encouragement physically. "If you want to discuss-... the, ah. Specific parameters of our relations..." Wow that was super smooth. "Did you want to... be romantic, have sex?" You're a doctor, Ratchet. Surely you can be grownup about this.

Fixit was comfortable-- and that was what made this comfortable, and pleasant, sitting closely with Ratchet with his arm around him and feeling like it was worth the risk, to say he wanted this to be a forever thing.

He shook his head quickly. "I won't belong to you," he agreed, and yes, the grandpa growl was hot thank you very much, it made Fixit shiver, and he continued more quietly, "But I'd like to be owned by you. In those other ways." And he'd try to remember that Ratchet liked him for who he was, liked all these aspects of him... not just because it was very nice, but that too.

His head was kissed, he was squeezed, and he leaned in closer at the encouragement and craned to kiss Ratchet's cheek in return, smiling. Smooth or not, 'grownup' or not, he was glad to respond, "Yes. And yes." I want you to own me in every other sense. "I'd like that, a lot. If you want them, too."

Of course, that almost went without saying, but he wanted to be sure. He wanted to be with Ratchet in a lot of ways, he was so completely taken with him, he thought about him a lot -- and not always in chaste ways, either, so... "I've thought about it before." Both of those things.

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"It's something we shouldn't rush into, but I can't say I think it's a bad idea." Ratchet admitted after a few seconds of thinking about it, of the idea that he could enter a relationship that was based around kinky shit, not just the regular kind. It was alluring, but he couldn't tell if he wanted to specifically own Fixit or if he wanted to do basically any and everything with Fixit that people could do in a relationship, if the simple addition of Fixit to any equation made movies interesting, made rainy evenings interesting, made dinner and daily domestic life interesting.

"And we can both talk and find out how comfortable we are." He added, "Mm." The kiss was really nice, the way that Fixit readily admitted to wanting everything, and he thrilled internally at it. It was essentially all he could do not to reply 'I'd like that right now'.

"I bet you have. I catch those devious looks of yours sometimes." He added, sincerely pleased, thumbing Fixit's head crest. His other hand teased at the manual latch for his modesty plating, because if you want them too was a good indication, a perfect sort of awareness, and he wanted Fixit to know exactly how much he was wanted.

"There really is no time like the present - you're absolutely welcome to...indulge, with me, and we can, hhmn. Maybe get some of this out of our systems, and... talk about the rest of it after, because I can't think about rent when I'm thinking about licking you out, I am just not that kind of skilled."

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