Sky and Ground 43 Bond

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

NC-17
Bayverse
Barricade/Skywarp
sticky

 

Skywarp shifted, nervously.  Starscream gone to Skywarp’s old recharge, assuring them he would be fine, leaving them awkward, alone, in unfamiliar territory in more ways than one.  It had begun here…it seemed forever ago.  It seemed somehow fitting that this should happen here as well, though Barricade felt bad that Starscream would be alone. 

“So…how do we do this?” Barricade asked. He’d agreed but only now did he realize…he really had no idea what happened next. 

“We…uh…we interface.”

Barricade grinned. “That all? Think we’re bonded already.”

“Uhhhh, no.  We have to interface with our sparks open.”

Oh. 

Skywarp bowed his head. “I told you.  You don’t want to do this.”

“Do want to.”  He took Skywarp’s hand, pulling him down next to him on the berth.  He paused to brush his lips lightly over Skywarp’s. 

“You don’t understand,” Skywarp said, optics drooping, returning the kiss. As though his body and mind were on two separate tracks.  “This changes everything. You can’t go back once this starts. This is forever. You. Me. Starscream. Thundercracker.” 

“Yes.”  Barricade ran his talons over the armor covering the spark chamber. 

“You’re not listening, Barricade. If you decide you hate me, hate all of us…it doesn’t change.  Seekers.  Duty and death.  Forever.” 

“’M listening.” Just that nothing Skywarp was throwing up as an objection mattered.  Why worry about the future when the now was unstable and frightening enough?  “Want this. Want you.” 

“Primus, little spike,” the endearment slipped out, making Barricade glow even as Skywarp cringed. “After what I did last time?”

“Yes.” 

“I don’t trust myself.”

“Trust you enough for both of us.” Barricade teased the armor again.  “’M I going to have to call you a coward?” he taunted. 

A series of unreadable expressions flickered across Skywarp’s face.  “Not fair, little spike. Not fair at all.”  But the voice was light, and he followed the words with a nip at Barricade’s mouth that melted into a kiss.  Barricade’s talons stilled on the armor, his entire concentration on his mouth, feeling Skywarp’s glossa, like a familiar stranger, hesitantly invite itself in.  He met it eagerly, his lips grazing against the smooth finish of Skywarp’s own armored plates, his own glossa daring to cross the threshold of Skywarp’s mouth.  How long had it been? Too long.  Before Skywarp’s journey, and then after that only that once, that…conflicting, confusing once.  He missed kissing Skywarp, the taste of him, the sweet tangy metal smell of him, the beloved familiarity of his facial plates , his throat, under Barricade’s hands. 

Skywarp pulled away, his optics glowing.  “Ready?”

Barricade gave a lopsided grin. “Always ask such stupid questions.”  Still, he trembled as he retracted his armor.  Skywarp pushed back, dropping a kiss on the closed chamber.  Barricade gasped at the contact, quivering as the kiss turned into another exploration, hot ex-vents and a glossa caressing the sensitized metal. 

“Part of the bonding?” Barricade croaked.  It was…almost too intense. And in a way…so very like Skywarp. Always at the verge of too much. 

Skywarp looked up. “No.  But I want to.”  He ducked down, swirling his glossa around the chamber’s cover, smiling at Barricade’s sudden ragged breath.

“Not…fair!” Barricade gasped. 

“Perfectly fair,” Skywarp retorted.  “And you,” he pecked at the cover. “are delicious like this.”  He tilted his head, sighed melodramatically, and retracted his own cover.  The smile wavered. “Sure about this? Last chance.”

“Sure.” Barricade gripped his talons around Skywarp, pulling him down,  wriggling his body under the jet’s. 

Skywarp looked down, then up, his optics worried.  “I—I can’t do this.  Too much like....”  He trailed off, helpless.  Yes. Very much like the hangar. Barricade sat up, pushing Skywarp down.  Barricade felt it too, but pushed it aside. There was no time for that. Saving Thundercracker, creating this quaterne, was huge in comparison to Barricade’s petty fears, the ghosts of unwelcome memory taunting him. 

“This way,” he said, firmly.  He lay on top of the jet, the cockpit bumping under his chassis, feeling the jet’s interface equipment hum under its panel.  Skywarp had to crane his neck to kiss him, his long arms wrapping around Barricade’s back for a  long moment. 

“Yes,” Skywarp said.  “This way.” 

They shifted, awkward, unfamiliar with this position.  Barricade laughed at their clumsiness as they wiggled to get their interface equipment uncovered, until he gasped as Skywarp’s spike took his valve.  It was the only plausible way, mechanically—to have their spark chambers close enough during overload.  He could feel Skywarp’s cold hesitation, his fear, even as he felt the warm spike, thick with lubricant, push into his valve.  He sighed, his hands clutching at the shoulder armor. 

“Stop?” Skywarp asked, earnestly.

“No.”  Barricade pushed himself up, the arms loosening across his back.  “Should probably do this, though.”  He had to concentrate—he’d never opened his own spark before—the commands came clumsily to his processor.  He felt a surge of energy, a wash of gold light, that limned Skywarp beneath him like rays of amber.  Skywarp’s face was afraid and eager at the same time as he retracted his own cover, the purple light playing against Barricade’s gold, his spike taking a low counterpoint rhythm in the valve.  Gentle, as carefully as Skywarp could, treating Barricade as though he were breakable.  The tenderness touched Barricade, and he felt the firewalls, which had blocked him last time, fall away.

The interplay of light and energy swept Barricade away, out of his senses.  He could see…feel…everything.  Skywarp’s past, laid out before him—the hard hot agony of Skyfire’s death, a long, slow misery of training, the slow growth of the shivering self-contempt as his obedience to Thundercracker drew him further and further into darkness. He felt all of this, and more—Skywarp’s fear of himself, fear of his unworthiness.  Oh, a sweet sharp ache stabbed through Barricade.  Skywarp.  You needn’t fear from me.  Ever. 

He could feel the frantic pulse of Skywarp’s light slow, soothed, as if untangling itself somehow, laying itself in even, rippling waves under Barricade. 

And he could feel the tentative, terrified brushes of Skywarp against him, afraid to intrude, but wanting desperately to know. He opened up against those, feeling the strange, ancient, beautiful presence in his own cortex, sampling his own history, tasting, with bitterness, the memory files where Barricade had been forced, violated, shamed, beaten.  Barricade pushed aside the surge of anger, dissolving it. Not worth it.  Anger has no place here, now, in this. This was powerful and beautiful and sacred and should not be marred by anger.  It was the past, and the past no longer mattered. Only now. Only the present and the two of them, intertwined. Only this. Only this mattered.

He heard Skywarp moan, and it took him a moment to place the sound, so far had he gone—so far had they both gone—from their bodies.  The sound recentered him, and he felt the overload rising swiftly across his mechanical systems, which seemed…nice but almost insignificant, a tiny pleasure compared the magnificent sweep of their sparks dancing, spinning together. 

He pushed a half conscious thought, his only desire, into the swirling light. “Can we do this again? Ever?”  He feared that this was a one time thing, only for the bonding. Only once and never again and he ached at the thought that it would be over soon. He could feel the climax building already, like a groundswell, and it tore at him to think that it would be over before he could get enough. He didn’t think he could ever get enough.

“Yes.” The answer wasn’t so much a word as a yawning wide acceptance that had Skywarp’s timbre.  “Ever. Always.” 

He felt tears burst from his optics, his overload systems spill an overload across him like a net of stars, and the sparks flared together and his world went purple and gold and white. 



Comments

[katsuko]

*is happily incoherent over how goddamn beautiful this is*

In an attempt at coherence beyond squealing in glee that they finally bonded (Yay! And oops, I almost typed "finally boned." They've done that already O.o), this was just... utterly gorgeous. They're both damaged, they both know it, and they both pushed aside their hesitation to share that part of themselves with the other. And, of course, Starscream and Thundercracker will know as well due to the bond they both have with Skywarp.

*slips back into happy incoherence and basks in fic*

[kamiraptor.livejournal.com]

*purrs like a madly purring thing!*

This was an incredibly beautiful chapter! Like katsuko said, it's so wonderful to finally see them sharing themselves fully, knowing they both have dark pasts but letting that go in order to share the now. X3 I can finally let out that breath I've been holding!!! :P

I'm always contemplating a fic after each chapter you post, wondering where it'll go and what will happen, but this time... this time, I'm just gonna bask in it! :D

[anontfwriter.livejournal.com]

This is beautiful!

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

Is the icon a hint that I use that one too much? LOL

[crimsonseastorm.livejournal.com]

It's so beautiful!!!

This is really what love's about isn't it? Accepting and sharing things you aren't proud of or things that have hurt you with the other and I'm so happy they've finally gotten to this point!!! Yay bonding! Even though everything else is still uncertain at least they have that... am much curious to see how TC takes this xS

[library-drone01.livejournal.com]

Oh wow. Just WOW. THat was beautiful, thankyou

[12012.livejournal.com]

Well knock me down! I was almost in tears...that was so beautiful ;o;~

[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

YES!! Awesome!

[ithilgwath.livejournal.com]

prrrrr~

I has a happy