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shadow_vector2010-05-18 06:55 am
Fun!
Bayverse
Barricade/Blackout
Warning: robots kissing!!! :3
Written as part of a meme I did for Dreamwidth. Just a bit of fluffy-wuffy stuff. Kind of a sequel to "Surrender"
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Barricade cajoled. Or, tried to. With a voice like his, cajole didn’t really work so well. Still…he tried. The Nemesis had been way too boring lately. Barricade hated boring. It made him think too much.
And when he thought too much, bad things happened. So he was trying to mitigate it by thinking too much about evil things to do to Starscream. To wit: reshuffling all of Starscream's holovids. Damn OCD jet would blow his headgasket when he saw his Seeker Cadets vids out of order. Maybe, Barricade thought, I’ll, you know, liberate one or two of them.
“You said that about interfacing,” Blackout muttered, his wedge mouth pulled into an acute angle of a frown. Still, he lumbered behind Barricade on the way to the corridor where the larger air frames recharged.
“And I was right,” Barricade said, smugly. “Tell me you didn’t enjoy that.” Barricade certainly had. Copter was hot. And the fact that he had no idea that he was hot? Was hot.
The copter’s rotors rustled uncomfortably. “Uhhhh, I…didn’t?”
Stopping and turning to face the larger mech, Barricade winked his lower optics seductively. “You didn’t? Awww, I’ll just have to try harder next time.” The copter’s aroused mortification was hot, too.
“Next time?” Blackout squeaked. He sounded honestly surprised.
Some of the amused glint faded from Barricade’s optics. “You don’t want to?” Frag. Well, hope you enjoyed that one time, Barricade, because apparently the Hot Copter…ummm…Train has departed from your station, permanently.
Blackout stopped, his rotors thinning to a line down his back. “Uhhh, it’s just that…you know….” He ducked his head, sheepishly. “Don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I know enough for both of us,” Barricade asserted. He also, apparently, had the interface drive for the both of them. Working, instantly, overtime. The ready signals coded green and bright across his HUD, his interface tech cycling through a functions check. Oh yeah. Still working.
“Just…,” Blackout ran a large hand over his face, embarrassed. “Just want to, you know, participate.”
Frag. Could lie still and think of Cybertron and that would be participate-y enough for Barricade. But the not-so-implied implication that Blackout wanted Round Two and possibly Round Three and following? Barricade felt a little woozily from all of his process load suddenly being commandeered by his interface systems. “Never going to learn if you don’t try,” he managed. Hoping that sounded coherent. Hoping it wasn’t too obvious that he was nearly optic level with the copter’s interface hatch, his talons practically itching to flip it open.
“So much I don’t know,” Blackout said, sadly. Barricade felt a thrum from the copter’s EM field striking his own, hitting just about the same freq as his own interface tech. Whoa. Apparently this was how the copter flirted. And It. Was. Working. Barricade tried to lean back, you know, casually against the wall. Mr Cool and Collected, not Mr Leaning on Something or Else He’ll Fall Over. He hoped.
“Like…what?” he squeaked. Okay that kind of ruined the sultry vibe he was going for, but…frag.
Blackout tilted his head. “Like, well, I mean even the obvious stuff. Like kissing. Copter’s got a weird shaped mouth. Probably freaky turn-off to someone.” He squatted down, closer to Barricade.
I don’t think so, a small voice whimpered in Barricade’s cortex. At all. Starscream and his vids dissipated like the burn off from bad energon.
Blackout leaned in, suddenly, as if he couldn’t figure out how to suavely bridge where he was from where he wanted to be so he decided just to jump for it. His cheekplates slid over Barricade’s chrome facial finials, the small point of the wedge of his mouth rubbing over Barricade’s. Barricade froze, afraid to move, afraid anything he could do would ruin this. Blackout’s glossa probed, tentatively, little feather flicks over Barricade’s electrum dentae. Barricade quivered, his talons coming up, clawing the air next to the copter’s shoulders, not daring to touch. Blackout pulled away, shyly.
“Teach me?”
Oh. Frag. Yes.
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Glad you liked!
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"Could lie still and think of Cybertron"...I lol'd XD!
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What a dedicated student, always wanting to learn more
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