Sky and Ground 46 Second Bond
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shadow_vectorBayverse Sky and Ground AU
Barricade/ Starscream, Skywarp
Sticky, kinda fluffy.
Here is a kind of sadness...only 3 chapters left after this? :C Okay, it's probably dragged on for far too long already but still, I'll be sad to see it end, even if no one else will.
“I have spoken to Thundercracker,” Starscream said as the magnets in his feet clacked down against the hangar’s deckplates. He had joined them on the flight, watching them with something almost like envy, carving his own intricate aerobatic maneuvers with almost careless ease—not the wild, exuberant flight of Skywarp, but something closer, elegant, more smoothly practiced. Barricade had never noticed these differences. Didn’t think they mattered before. He wondered how Thundercracker flew—what style of flying fit his character.
“And?” Skywarp lowered Barricade to the deck. It had simply been easier and faster to let Skywarp fly him back than to have him trail behind on the weak thrusters of the propack, and, to be honest, the physical contact was comforting to Barricade. It was a little disorienting to be separate, to see things in a slightly doubled vision, have a sense of being two places instead of one.
Starscream smirked. “Like you, he is needlessly stubborn in the face of exigencies.”
Skywarp scowled. Barricade could feel the dark mood thrum through him.
“I simply informed him,” Starscream said, walking toward the shipside door, “that we had submitted the matter to a Trine vote.”
A ripple in the dark humor.
Starscream smiled over his shoulder. “He did appreciate the irony.”
“He’ll comply?” A wire of tension through the link.
“He knows when his best interests are more important than his quibbles,” Starscream said, blithely. “Besides, he fully expects to hold it over our heads as the pinnacle of martyrdom.”
Skywarp smirked. “That sounds like him.”
“Now,” Starscream said, turning to help Barricade strip off the pro-pack’s connectors. “How went the bonding? I presume well, since Barricade is nearly glowing.”
Skywarp dropped his optics, a little abashed. “Went well.” Barricade shifted, nervously. Was it that obvious?
“Good. It is beyond time you two have joy of each other.” He ran a speculative hand up Barricade’s arm, his talons clittering over the white upper panel. “He has adapted well?”
“He…can’t control the link.”
“Oh, indeed?” Starscream’s optics narrowed, slyly. “On both ends?”
“I’m…not sure you need to know that,” Skywarp said, almost dropping into an apprehensive crouch. He put a possessive arm around Barricade.
“I am quite certain that I do,” Starscream tugged Barricade closer, pulling his mouth into a fierce kiss, dropping the pro-pack to the floor as his hands ran eagerly over the smaller mech’s back kibble. Startled, Barricade made a soft moan. Behind him, Skywarp shivered.
“Oh, not fair,” Skywarp breathed.
“It is entirely fair,” Starscream said, breaking the kiss. “I am half inclined to bond with him here save that this,” he spun one of the drivetrain tires idly, smiling wickedly as both Barricade and Skywarp quivered, “is so…diverting.”
“We do have a timeframe,” Skywarp choked.
Starscream’s triumphant teasing smile withered a bit at the edges. “Yes,” he said, softly. “Let us do it swiftly then.” His optics clouded with worry. Barricade could feel Skywarp’s worry and regret—spoke too soon, too harshly, too hastily and now I’ve upset him—grate inside his cortex. He ached to make it better. He pulled Starscream back down to him, burying his face in the jet’s collar armor, one hand’s small talons slipping under the heavy plates to tickle the cabling. He heard Starscream’s breath catch. He pulled away, murmuring in the audio, “Can do both—get it done fast…and tease Skywarp.”
He heard a soft, sad laugh, felt long arms tighten briefly around him. “You are our fourth,” Starscream whispered.
**
Starscream had led the way back to his recharge, stopping at intervals to caress Barricade, once throwing him against the wall and blazing a line of kisses down his frame, snickering as behind him, Skywarp shuddered as the sensation carried across Barricade’s open link.
“This,” Starscream chortled, “is too much fun.”
Barricade, his net inflamed by both Starscream’s expert teases and Skywarp’s echoed response, wobbled to the berth unsteadily. Starscream pushed him down, looming over him with mock menace, as Skywarp settled to the floor. “Were I evil,” Starscream observed, between nips to Barricade’s arm tires, “were I truly evil, I would open a Trine link as well.”
“Go frag yourself,” Skywarp groaned.
“Ah, but you would enjoy that.” Starscream paused to wink his optics at the black jet. “Almost as much as you would enjoy this.” He ducked down to lick at the air intake under Barricade’s grille. Barricade squeaked.
“Not a toy,” Barricade gasped, when Starscream finally lifted his head from where his glossa had been exploring the intake, probing into it, flicking up against the filtration barrier.
Starscream tilted his head. “Mmmmm, perhaps not. But you have always been…entertaining.” His talons trailed down to Barricade’s interface housing.
“That’s not how you bond,” Skywarp muttered.
“Oh, it is very much how I bond,” Starscream simpered. “Do not worry, Skywarp, I do recall what I must do. I just choose not to make it seem so…dire.” We are saving Thundercracker, he thought. We are solving…everything. And he so, so desperately needed some lightness of his own. He had wept and worried enough. And Barricade had been through enough for the Trine, at the Trine’s hands. Starscream would make this pleasurable for him. His optics met the grounder’s. Shivering with desire, but Starscream could see that he understood, not only Starscream’s need for levity, but his need to be in control: Starscream’s own, hesitant kind of control. Starscream himself was…untrusting after Megatron’s dominant humiliation. He too needed to restore his equilibrium. He winked at Barricade, a mutual understanding, and slithered down the splayed out frame, licking across the grille’s mesh, the wrist tire on the hand Barricade raised to brush against his face, and down between his legs.
Starscream planted a trail of kisses up the inner thigh, glossa flicking into the cabling, teasing around the knee joint. His fingers explored lower down: the shin plates, the solid armor of Barricade’s diminutive feet, the round swells of the gyroscopic stabilizers. Barricade breathed out a long shaky sigh, giving in to Starscream’s ministrations. Yielding. Opening to be touched.
“I hate you,” Skywarp, whispered, crawling up on the berth.
“You do not,” Starscream chided. “If you did, you would not be doing…all of this.” A flicker of sorrow in the red optics, that he forcefully overrode, diving down to Barricade’s interface hatch, popping it open expertly with his thumb. He ex-vented noisily, letting the wash of warmer air strike the equipment covers, grinning as Barricade quivered and Skywarp gave a tense jerk. Yes. Oh yes. This was Starscream’s kind of control. He blanked his optics to savor it for a moment, before tracing both covers in a figure-8 with his glossa, his own sensornet shimmering with desire. A want, a willingness, a need to please.
“Which do you want?” Barricade breathed. Giving in. Yielding. Starscream shivered.
“I am,” he brought his mouth closer, between the covers, so that the vibration of his voice would carry through the metal, “feeling rather greedy. I should like both, please.” Barricade’s talons scratched at the berth as he released both of his covers. For a moment, Starscream hesitated as the spike unhoused itself, remembering Megatron. But he also remembered, and grabbed for those memories with forceful hands, other times. Like this. Where he was eager and willing and it had not been about control and shame. He wanted, he needed, at times, to be forced, pushed down, dominated. But sometimes, also, he needed to be able to give.
He licked at the spike, sharp little jabs with his glossa, before he enveloped the whole thing in his mouth. Barricade shuddered, his hands reaching for Starscream’s, pulling one of the long, barbed hands against him, smaller talons stroking into the joints, comforting, soothing, as if he could sense how this might disturb Starscream. The consideration made Starscream choke for a klik, the fingers tightening on Barricade’s armor.
Skywarp panted tightly, optics locking on Starscream’s, glistening with desire. Starscream met his gaze as his glossa began working along Barricade’s spike. Skywarp stretched his hands up over his head, attempting to resist the temptation to unsheathe his own spike, determined to suffer along his link. Oh, Skywarp always did take the hard way, Starscream thought, amused, and turned his attention to Barricade, who squirmed under his mouth, his hand, talons scrabbling at Starscream’s hand, mouth closing around the end of one of Starscream’s fingers, glossa twining frantically around the bronze talon. Starscream growled softly, feeling the vibration judder down the length of Barricade’s spike, over his body. Barricade’s denta bit down in surprise, pinching Starscream’s talon, his legs twisting, torn between wanting to push the hips up and just…flailing against the jet. With his free hand, Starscream flipped one of the worming legs up over his shoulder, feeling the warm armor trembling over his folded wing, as he sucked at the spike, his glossa diving in to prod the sensitized, charging nodes.
Barricade went rigid, his talons digging into Starscream’s hand, as he overloaded. Over him, Skywarp groaned, his larger frame jerking against the berth. Starscream released the spike from his mouth with a triumphant smile, the transfluid sweet on his glossa. “Well,” he said, “I enjoyed that immensely.”
Skywarp snarled, lunging at him, their mouths locking in a furious kind of kiss, the black jet’s glossa diving into Starscream’s mouth, his long legs wrapping around Starscream’s. Starscream returned the kiss, his glossa poking at Skywarp’s in a little game of ‘catch me’ until Skywarp broke away, his vents still ragged, his frame still hot under Starscream’s touch.
“You,” Starscream chided, licking at Skywarp’s cheek, “are interfering with my timetable.”
Skywarp growled without malice, throwing himself back on the berth. Starscream chortled as he saw the small silver trail leaking from Skywarp’s still-closed interface hatch. So stubborn, Skywarp was.
Starscream turned to Barricade, tracing the rim of the valve with one talon. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah.”
“I shall have to spike you.”
“Yeah. Know. Be fine.” Barricade loosened, as if Starscream’s oblique concern was enough to reassure him. He retracted his armor, laying his spark chamber bare. Starscream leaned over, brushing a soft kiss across his mouthplates, the only sound between them for a moment the hydraulic hiss of Starscream’s own armor retraction. Starscream settled himself down over Barricade, braced over the smaller mech on his forearms, as he sank his spike carefully into the valve. Barricade sucked in a breath, his hands pushing out to the sides, tires skimming the surface of the berth, asking, mutely, to be pinned down. Volunteering his openness. Starscream flipped his thumbs up, just enough to apply some weight, pushing the tires into the berth. Barricade closed his optic shutters, his spark chamber blossoming open. Starscream could feel the light strike him, like electrified sunshine, like love and trust made palpable. His own chamber opened, and he felt his own blue-white light spill down upon Barricade. The two of them yielded together, gentle, tentative, shy. Starscream could feel Barricade’s worry—about Skywarp, about Starscream. And through Barricade, he could feel Skywarp, the roiling mass of Skywarp’s emotions and tangled desires.
The bodily joining was almost insignifcant, compared to the delicate rills of sensation across the sparklight. And he could feel Barricade melding with him, could taste memories, thoughts, emotions that were not his, and some that were so familiar and similar they seemed just variations of flavor—a fierce protectiveness of Skywarp, a deep, worried love with the fear that he’d never be able to do enough to deserve it. His mouth kissed the top of Barricade’s crest, their bodies surging gently together, slow, graceful undulations, rolling in rhythm with the dance of their sparks. Skywarp lolled on the berth, weak, overcome, drawn to the both of them through the uncontrolled link. Starscream let go of any conscious control, trusting his systems to carry him forward, carry him on, letting himself let go and just ride the cresting sensations—physical, emotional, indescribable. He heard a cry—maybe two voices, maybe three—as the sparklights flared into the bonding overload.
It was Skywarp, of course, who awakened him, face unreadable, fierce, torn between which of them he wanted to kiss more, strong hands prying Starscream up, carrying him over onto his back. Starscream blinked dreamily. “We have not been that open with each other…in ages.” A clumsy sentence, but the only way he could try to express the bittersweet joy he felt at feeling Skywarp so intimately again. He knew that the right words, the right meaning, would travel along the reawakened bond, transmitted through Barricade, felt Skywarp’s response, a sort of tender pang.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“You need never apologize, Skywarp.” Just…do not shut me out again. Do not let us lose this now that we have rediscovered how precious it was. And let us not regret the time we have wasted. Skywarp nodded, his hands trembling as he lifted them. Beside them, Barricade made a contented sigh. Skywarp turned to him, his mouth finding Barricade’s with a grateful familiarity. “Okay, little spike?” he asked, his voice rough and raw.
“Can feel both of you,” Barricade whispered. His cortex spun, as if his process trees were too small to handle the extra load.
“Hurt?” Skywarp’s optics flared with concern. He probed gently along their bond, feeling Barricade’s swirling thoughts, gold and blue white and purple all intertwined, separate and yet together, an untyable knot.
“No. Feels…wonderful.” He reached up to trace a line down Skywarp’s cheek. Skywarp closed his optics, leaning into the caress. He heard Starscream sigh and…the thought struck him. He bent down, a gentle kiss growing more and more intense, his hands teasing with Barricade’s shoulder kibble, flicking into the spokes of his arm tires, prodding at the give of the tires. Starscream whimpered. Yes. Oh yes. Skywarp looked over at Starscream, his grin filled with a loving malice. “Oh look,” he said, struggling to keep the laughter from his voice. “He can’t shut down his end of the link. Isn’t it fun?”
“Evil!” Starscream gasped.
“Turnabout.”
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Date: 2010-06-23 06:49 am (UTC)Oh goodness if the next chapter involves Barricade and Thundercracker I might just faint away, in my chair, right then. It will be very Victorian; someone will need to fetch me some smelling salts. *so excited~~*
maybe I shouldn't make comments when I've been drinking. OH WHATEVS.
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Date: 2010-06-23 09:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-23 04:12 pm (UTC)But THEN the Thundercracker smut, yay!
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Date: 2010-06-23 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-23 09:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-23 09:38 am (UTC)But Skywarp and Starscream getting their own back on one another through Barricade is amusing!
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Date: 2010-06-23 04:13 pm (UTC)I know, I'm going to miss it too. Which is weird. :C
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Date: 2010-06-23 09:42 am (UTC)And for the record, I'll be sad when the last chapter is posted. I shall be forced to save the entire story to my LJ memories under its own heading as well as on my Delicious account.
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Date: 2010-06-23 04:15 pm (UTC)I shall simply have to smut up...other robots. With plot. *eyeballs Mindwipe*
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Date: 2010-06-23 12:01 pm (UTC)oh man, so awesome... I am going to CRY when this ends, I swear... except that, conversely, I want the rest of it NAO! why do you do this to me, woman?
Oh, by the way... Dolphin, 7190. Today, though, I'll be in Dolphin, Asia room all day. TAG! YOU'RE IT!
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Date: 2010-06-23 04:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-24 01:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-24 02:47 pm (UTC)This was wonderfully evilly good! I'm not sure what I loved more - Starscream teasing Skywarp through his and Barricade's open bond, or Starscream's sweetness when he was bonding with Barricade. LOVELY, I LOVE IT!!!
Yeah, I'll be sad to see it end, too. It's such a wonderful story! :D
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Date: 2010-06-27 05:14 pm (UTC)I will be very sad to see this end, but at the same time I am glad you do have an ending for it.
Thank you for sharing.
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Date: 2010-06-27 07:14 pm (UTC)Only three Chapters left?? This makes me sad :(
This story is so beautiful I'll hate to see it go. At the same time I'm grateful because I know this won't become one of those gems that nevver get completes.
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Date: 2010-12-01 12:37 pm (UTC)