Baby BOOM VII - TF Fanfic

It had taken about an hour to chase down the sparklings and corner them, snatching them up from the floor and carrying them back to the rooms, one sparkling over the shoulder and the other under one arm.  Both were squirming, trying to escape from Blurr's hold especially since they knew what was coming up.

Thet weren't set back down until they were in the private washracks and by the time their feet hit the floor, the door was already locked, trapping them inside with both creators.  By then, Wheeljack had grabbed the fastest sparkling and dunked Bumper into the warm water, picking up a brush and starting to scrub the dust and dirt from his frame.

Blurr did the same for Boomer, though while Bumper struggled to escape, Boomer sulked, suffering through the scrubbing with a pout and the occasional splash from his brother.

Both creators were soaked by the time they drained the tub and filled it back up with clean water, bubbles added this time and Wheeljack smiled under his mask as it did well to distract both of the sparklings.

"Cleaning-those-two-is-always-a-workout," Blurr said as he crawled around the shallow pool and leaned against Wheeljack where the engineer was slumped against the wall.  He couldn't help but smile as he heard the click of Wheeljack's mask sliding back and the gentle pressure of a kiss pressed to his helm.

"They just get faster every day, don't they?" Wheeljack asked with a soft chuckle, watching as Boomer scooped up some bubbles and covered the lower part of Bumper's face to make it look like he had a mask.  Bumper giggled and added suds onto his brother's helm, creating earfins over the part of Boomer's helm that glowed with each sound the sparkling made.

After that it became confusing as to who they were trying to make the other look like when stubby little bubble horns were added to Bumper's helm and a small chevron was added to Boomer's helm.

Blurr didn't realize that he had started to doze off until Wheeljack shifted, draining the tub again before picking up a handheld shower nozzle and rinsed off the suds, chuckling when the sparklings squeaked in protest.

"For as much as you love bubbles, you sure hate baths," he chuckled and Blurr moved back beside him, handing over a towel and they began to dry the sparklings' frames.  Bumper and Boomer behaved for that; they liked being rubbed down with the soft fabric, though it was late enough that their systems were trying to go into recharge without the processor's permission.

Smiling, the two adults picked up their children and carried them to their nursery, laying them down in the crib.  Wheeljack made sure that Bumper had his doll in his arms and leaned down, kissing their helms before leaving them to recharge.

When the door shut, Blurr shivered as his mate hugged him from behind, nuzzling his neck.  "We need to get washed up now," Wheeljack murmured, purring against Blurr's audio and making him shiver.  "Think there's enough hot water to last us a long shower?"

"There-better-be," Blurr groaned, pulling Wheeljack back to the washracks they had left only minutes before.