Sky and Ground 15: Prank

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Bayverse 
NC-17
Skywarp/Barricade/Starscream
sticky threesome, dubcon, PWP

Written as a response to a kink meme request. 

 

Skywarp grinned, that way he knew Barricade couldn't refuse. "It'll be really hot! And you know Starscream's been feeling a little…neglected lately." Barricade didn't care how neglected Starscream had been feeling, but…he was kind of a sucker where Skywarp was concerned. If Skywarp wanted it, and it was in his power to make it happen….

"Yeah, okay," he heard himself say.

Skywarp kissed his crest. "It'll be fun. Trust me." I trust you. But this is weird.

"If we do it right, he won't wake up till he overloads."

"What if we do it wrong?"

"Then, he probably tries to kill us for sneaking up on him." Skywarp grinned. Starscream did not like being woken up in the middle of the recharge.

****

Skywarp placed an unnecessary finger to Barricade's lips as he bent to code the door. Skywarp had planned ahead for any contingency (good naughtiness required this kind of foresight) and had plied Barricade with enough energon that he wobbled a bit on his feet, and sucked the warning-finger into his mouth. Skywarp smiled. Barricade was so adorable when slightly overcharged. If only I could keep him like this all the time, he thought. Uninhibited and a little silly. It was probably closer to the real Barricade anyway, he figured, you know, without all those walls he puts up.

The door coded open silently and Skywarp slipped in, gesturing Barricade to follow.

And there was our prey: Starscream, sprawled out across his berth, flat on his back. Well, not flat: his spine arched around the rise of his engines, his head lolling back against the berth. One hand lay across his cockpit. Skywarp snuck closer, hearing the soft clicking of Barricade's eyes cycling to lowlight. The trick, Skywarp thought, would be to get the interface panel open before Starscream woke up. His damn Trine mate was the lightest sleeper. Great on patrol, really fragging annoying for pranks.

Still, Skywarp had a reputation to uphold. And Barricade to have hot sex with. With Starscream.

He approached the berth's side, leaning over carefully, resting one hand for balance on the metal surface next to Starscream's side, while his other hand reached slowly, carefully, for the interface panel.

"Whoa," Barricade whispered. Skywarp cringed, his audio hitting his shoulder armor. "He's really kinda hot when he's asleep."

Starscream made a soft sound in his sleep, rolling over onto his side, arms flopping to the berth with a loud clatter. Skywarp saw his chance. He flicked open the panel. Starscream sighed in his sleep. Skywarp leaned closer to the panel, tracing the cover to his Trine mate's spike with feather-light touches. Starscream sighed again, flopping his hips flat, his legs apart. Perrrrfect. Maybe all those vorns, he wasn't such a light sleeper anymore?

Skywarp leaned over, carefully, and trailed his glossa around the spike cover. He grinned as it retracted. Good progress. He breathed a warm exvent at the spike, so it wouldn't notice the sudden cooler air of the room as it pressurized. He daintily teased the tip with his glossa, coaxing out some lubricant. Starscream moaned softly in his sleep. Barricade clambered—quietly, at least—onto the berth, watching Skywarp with slightly overcharged keen eyes.

"Frag you are so hot," Barricade breathed as Skywarp took his Trine mate's spike in his mouth. Barricade glossed a hand across his own interface panel.

Skywarp closed his eyes, because he was in danger of becoming distracted. Hot little grounder. Curious how their spikes tasted different. The spike responded to his gentle brushes against the nodes, the light suction he used. Starscream shifted in his sleep again.

"What do I do?" Barricade whispered urgently.

"If he wakes up, you hold him down." Skywarp said, quickly, stroking his talons along the spike to maintain the rhythm he had started. Barricade nodded, shifting himself, ready to pounce on Starscream if he awoke.

Skywarp worked his mouth around the spike again, a little more boldly this time, tilting his head so that the entire length of the spike entered his mouth. Another wash of lubricant rewarded his efforts. He could feel the charge building up. He smiled, around the spike in his mouth, anticipating Starscream's howling overload. He was NEVER quiet when awakened this way. That was, of course, part of the fun of it.

Starscream's torso shifted again, to one side, rolling off the engine mounts. Skywarp felt the tingle of the rising charge. Soon. Yes.

"Ha!" Starscream cried out, throwing himself at Skywarp's long legs, extended near himself. With one hand he braced Skywarp's legs apart, opening the hatch with his mouth. "Do you think I am so gullible, Skywarp?"

Barricade had jumped back at the suddenness of the bronze jet's move, falling hard on his aft. He looked at Skywarp, sheepishly. Skywarp winked, and wrapped his arms around his Trinemate's waist, rolling onto his back, still working at the spike with his glossa.

"I," Starscream said, "shall show you: superior technique. Considering your head start." He coiled his glossa around Skywarp's already erect spike, pulling it into his mouth with a slow, languid motion. Skywarp shuddered.

"Uhhhh," Barricade knelt beside them, confused and painfully aroused. "Can I like help or something?" One wrist tire skated over his interface panel again, his eyes glued to the writhing bodies of the two Seekers. He didn't think he'd ever seen anything this hot. Not even Skywarp going down on him. He watched as Skywarp's hands skittered over Starscream's aft, down the backs of his thighs. Ohhhhhh, that was not a place to be thinking about. Barricade's talons unconsciously flipped open his interface panel, gently touching his erect and lubricant-oozing spike.

"MMmmmph," Skywarp moaned, his mouth still full of his Trine mate's spike. Starscream took a pause, lifting himself off his Trine mate's chassis, licking his way up the spike, letting the hot breath of his ex vents sting against the lubricant.

"Whose side are you on, Barricade?" Starscream asked, his optics alluring and red. Barricade whimpered. He was on the side that wanted them both to get off. And…maybe himself? Was that the wrong side? Skywarp trailed his hands down Starscream's thighs again. Obviously. Too obviously for it to be coincidence the way he drew attention to how Starscream's entire hindquarter shivered at the touch. And in case Barricade was not up for obvious, Skywarp went for the blazingly obvious, tracing his Trine mate's valve cover with one thumbtalon until it autoreleased.

Barricade quivered as his spike released another measure of lubricant. He scrambled over, carefully placing his knees around Skywarp's head, and slowly, carefully, just in case it wasn't what Skywarp wanted, pushed into Starscream's valve.

The bronze jet's spinal cabling arched up, Starscream gasping, the spike dropping from his mouth. "Cheating," he breathed. "So very cheating." Barricade heard Skywarp snicker beneath him, encouragingly. Not that he needed much encouragement. Starscream's valve felt different than Skywarp's—the nodes had a different frequency and charge against his spike—but it parted eagerly through the length of his spike. He pulled away, and then in again, slowly, his hands reaching up the jet's spine, brushing his engine mounts. Starscream growled, ducking his head back to his task, teasing with the tips of his talons at Skywarp's own valve cover—determined that he could beat Skywarp at his own game. WITHOUT additional help.

Skywarp's arms jerked down against Starscream's waist, claws digging in under the armor plates, a growl vibrating in his intake. Barricade rocked, almost dizzy from the overcharge and the definite overstimulation of the sight of the two of them working at each other, the soft slightly wet rhythmic sounds of their mouths, eager on spikes, the scent of ozoned lubricant.

He dug his smaller talons in, one into Starscream's back, one into Skywarp's clutching forearm, thrusting harder into the bronze jet's valve, adding his own wet sliding sound and his own charged-lubricant scent to the mix, and his own quiet moans.

Well, when it came right down to it, Skywarp didn't play fair, and never really had. Starscream overloaded, both his valve and spike jerking simultaneously, unable to hold off any more. Skywarp swallowed the transfluid, slowly, in small parcels, making sure that the back of his intake compressed the tip of the spike with each swallow, revelling in how it made Starscream's hips buck, dragging the valve against Barricade's spike. Skywarp exvented sharply, letting himself release the overload he'd been holding in: lying there watching Barricade's spike—his spike!—sliding into Starscream's valve, watching the lubricant build up and slip down the valve's rim…it had taken everything he had to hold off.

Starscream growled, trailing his denta up the spike as he sucked the transfluid out the length of it, but arching into another cry as Barricade clutched against him. Skywarp felt his own spike struggle to repressurize, watching Barricade's overload unfold in front of him in a series of suddenly sharp, short thrusts, silver transfluid joining the ooze of lubricant.

Skywarp gave Starscream's spike a farewell lick, and lunged for Barricade's exposed valve, his glossa trailing through the lubricant and transfluid leaking from Starscream's to coat the valve's sensitive lining and charge the nodes. Starscream collapsed to one side, eyes dim and sated, as he watched his Trine mate tug Barricade's pelvic frame down on top of his eager mouth.

"Oh, Skywarp," Starscream sighed. "You never learned that this trick never, ever worked out for you."

"Think," Barricade gasped, as Skywarp probed his valve with his glossa, "working out…pretty well!"

Next: The Gift

Comments

[ithilgwath.livejournal.com]

yeah gotta agree with Barricade on that one. Seems like 'Warp got exactly what he wanted out of it all. :3 Actually seems everyone's pretty happy with the results.

...I know I am.