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shadow_vectorBayverse Sky and Ground AU
Thundercracker/Barricade, Skywarp, Starscream, a little Onslaught
*sticky*
Yeah, just a random thing.
Thundercracker’s optics glinted down at where Barricade sat in his work cube. This…did not bode well. Barricade tensed up, his doorwings going rigid. “Hello, Barricade,” the blue jet said, leaning back casually to lock-code the door. “You’re looking suitably nervous.”
Barricade forced himself to look (he hoped) calm. “Got any actual business? My duty shift.” He pointed at the console, as a hint.
Thundercracker approached, his blue talons gliding over the console. “Yes, in fact. I do have some…business. That requires you.” His mouth quirked at the end, as though he found it slightly distasteful to say. There was a slightly nervous trill across the bond.
“Really.” Barricade’s voice was flat. He knew his own dislike of the blue jet was hardly masked over the bond either, even though he had a protocol mod. He felt no reason to make this easy for Thundercracker.
“Yes, well.” Thundercracker leaned against the console, considering Barricade for a moment. “Starscream and Skywarp are in a meeting right now.”
“Know that,” Barricade snapped. If Thundercracker was trying to get him jealous by acting like he knew more about them, he was going to fail.
Thundercracker’s optics narrowed before he continued. “Yes. Well. It seems to me that this is a situation that, well, could be taken advantage of.”
Barricade’s optics flew wide, his talons curling into attack claws. “Don’t you dare,” he hissed. “They’ll know if you lay a fraggin’ finger on me!”
“Yes, well, that’s…actually the point,” Thundercracker said. His optics suddenly seemed incapable of staying on Barricade. “We could…distract them.”
Oh. OHHHHHH. Barricade blinked. He remembered that one meeting he’d been in, Skywarp’s deep voice rumbling through his audio, murmuring impossibly erotic things. He shivered at the memory. That had been hot. And embarrassing. And…. He looked up at Thundercracker, his own optics glinting.
[***]
Skywarp hated meetings. This was not exactly news. Sitting still, paying attention, not exactly things he considered high on his skill sets. And Starscream, sitting primly across the table, face frozen in a perfect expression of awed attention did not help. Even knowing that the expression was entirely fake. He was debating pinging Barricade—he’d felt a swirl of tension along the bond. Checking up on his little spike wasn’t—really—skiving off the meeting. It was Quaterne bonding. And thus okay.
Uh.
His interface system fired on abruptly, swirls of pleasure eddying pink and gold. He quivered. Across the table, Starscream stiffened, slightly, almost imperceptibly, one long bronze talon freezing in midair. //Uhhh, Barricade?//
He felt a warm yellow smug glow.
//Yes?// Even over comm the voice dripped with false innocence. Skywarp dug one hand into his thigh as he felt the tingling teasing touch of a glossa in his throat.
//You, uhhh, busy right now?//
//You might say that.// A soft laugh, and Skywarp felt familiar ghostlike little talons trace around his cockpit. The feeling was so strong he found himself staring down at the amber bell, expecting to see something.
//I’m…in a meeting?//
//You are.// Another rush of amusement.
//You’re enjoying this.// Skywarp said, sourly. His vents picked up, feeling one of his wingflaps unfolded. Cool talons and a warm mouth glossed over the edges, flicking into the seams. Starscream’s wing gave a flick, the rest of his body locked down into rigid attention.
//I am.// A teasing flick of a glossa against his audio. //Aren’t you?//
//I…uhhh.// Well, he couldn’t say he hated it. Not at all. Still, it was a bit awkward, with Barricade’s bond wide open, feeling the reverberating desire of both Barricade and…Thundercracker? //Thundercracker’s with you?//
A soft laugh. //You’re always saying we should try to get along.//
Skywarp gave a soft growl. //Didn’t exactly mean…like right now.// He felt a phantom mouth on his. His optics flickered in pleasure. Starscream glanced over him, one supraorbital ridge quirking. Oh, he knew what was going on. He was feeling it, too.
//I blame you.// Starscream shot at him on a new channel.
//Me?!//
//Barricade is merely copying your example,// Starscream said, primly.
Whatever clever retort Skywarp might have concocted got swallowed in the sudden flood of sensation of warmth and pressure on his (not really his) spike. He got lost—entirely—in trying to determine whose spike it was—Barricade’s or Thundercracker’s. His talons dug into the table.
A sudden silence.
“Skywarp,” Onslaught’s voice was cool, but amused, which stung Skywarp. “Are you…unwell?” Fraggin’ Onslaught knew exactly what was happening; or had figured it out near enough. Starscream was right—merely copying Skywarp’s own example. The wages of sin, Skywarp. Too late to change your wicked, wicked ways.
“I’m fine,” he managed to squeak. Onslaught’s look was frankly disbelieving, his head tilted at that angle he’d always used with Skywarp that Skywarp had dubbed ‘amused tolerance.’ Skywarp bit down upon his own frame, trying to force himself as disconnected and still as Starscream was. He had never figured out the trick of it. It seemed so pointless, once upon a time. He and Starscream and Thundercracker used to tease each other, but simply with voices. Salacious suggestions murmured over private audio-chan, promises, desires, sweet and raunchy, tender and feral.
Onslaught shrugged and resumed the briefing.
//You are fine,// Barricade’s voice slipped like silk into his audio, torn between amusement and lust. Then a giggle at the cheesiness of the line.
//I am going to get you back for this. Both of you.// He steeled himself at a burst of sensation, a spike in a valve, but he was both, the spike and the valve, at the same time. //Who’s doing what?// he asked.
A pause. Suspiciously like a consultation, the spike stilling in the valve.
//We’re…not going to tell you.//
A soft snort of suppressed laughter from Starscream. Not. Helpful. Skywarp glared at him, before turning his face—his face at least, if not his attention—to the briefing screen. Right. Asteroid mining platform. Got it.
The spike began moving in the valve, slowly, sensuously, dragging nodes silkily over nodes, lubricant warming from the friction. He felt his own spike surge lubricant, his own valve cycle fruitlessly on nothing.
//You won’t tell me, little spike?// he wheedled, openly. Then, added, shamelessly, //I love you.// Perhaps guilt would succeed.
A burst of adoration and amusement. //Love you, too. Still not going to tell you.//
He squirmed—he hoped unobtrusively—in his seat. //Can I ask why?//
//More fun to let you imagine.//
Well, that depended on your definition of fun. He growled across the channel, frustration and desire red and purple swirls across the link.
//What do you think is going on?// Barricade’s quiet voice asked.
//One of you is spiking the other.//
Amusement. //Correct.//
//Who?// Primus, he had to know.
//Want to hear your theories.//
//Theories!// Skywarp sent an outraged series of profanities over the channel. And got a warm kiss on a mouth not his for his effort. He groaned inwardly, his imagination firing off in spite of his best efforts to keep control of it. //I’d imagine Thundercracker’s spiking you.// Thundercracker still hung onto his Seeker prejudice, after all. The image painted itself in his processor—Barricade flat on his back, or no, maybe, belly to the berth, Thundercracker’s blue frame looming over him, surging like an ocean’s waves. //Then again, he might know I know that and…just to confuse me….// Another image, Thundercracker straddling Barricade the way Skywarp himself did, optics dimming with pleasure, the grounder’s hips rising to meet Thundercracker’s span. Oh frag, this was not helping his composure. At all.
His sensornet flared up, blue and gold and hot, desires not his mixing with his, whipping it up like desert winds stir a fire. Skywarp kept himself rigidly locked down, nailing his optics to Onslaught, who was droning on over the ground support for the mission. And…even that was a mistake, because, well, Onslaught. Skywarp had once studied the Combaticon’s frame with lust-filled optics. And though that was ages ago, right now his net and his memories did not care. He could still feel the slow, patient slide of spike in valve. He remembered Onslaught’s rough hands on his armor, so different from Barricade’s fine talons. Neither one was a calming memory right now—recollection brought forth recollection, like a widening spiral of lust and memory.
Meanwhile, they were tormenting each other with such a slow, sedate pace, building charge along the nodes by slow, gentle degrees. And along with themselves, they were dragging Skywarp and Starscream. Only…Starscream was used to long delay, loved to play with ebb and flow. And Starscream also had better control of his external reactions. In fact, the damn thing was tapping a message right now on his datapad.
Skywarp shot him an angry look. Starscream looked up, shrugging one shoulder, a smirk on the corner of his angled mouth.
Skywarp snatched at his datapad, determined to mask his own reaction. //What the Pit are you doing?// he shot at Starscream. //And how can you concentrate?// He scrolled wildly through his datapad, trying to find the slide Onslaught was reviewing. You know, anything other than having to look at Onslaught. Or Starscream. Or let his focus drift back to where Barricade and Thundercracker were pawing each other, mouths and hands exploring, teasing….
A glint from the tilted optics. //This.// Starscream tapped the button and the file popped up on Skywarp’s datapad. Also, Skywarp decided, as he stared at the surprisingly-well-executed doodle of a jet and a small grounder—with rather distinctive shoulder tires—intertwined, not helpful. Skywarp shuddered, curling forward. It was apparently a conspiracy, he thought, sourly. They are all against me.
//Not against you,// Barricade’s voice purred in his ear. He felt a phantom pair of talons curl around his rib struts, reaching, just barely, the vents of his engines. //Love you. Want you.// A slide of armor against his belly. His optics flicked closed in concentration, trying to figure out from feel and memory what part of Barricade that was.
//Do that again.// Crafty Skywarp, he congratulated himself. He concentrated harder, sinking into the sensations and the bond.
//Do it later, in person.// The cool promise Barricade was trying to pull off squeaked into a giddy delight. And just like that, Skywarp’s outrage and embarrassment evaporated.
//Damn straight you will,// he growled. //Both of you. And you too, Starscream.// He threw open the channel.
//Oh, dreadful. What horrors are you going to inflict upon me now, Skywarp?// Starscream teased.
//Just you wait.//
A burst of laughter, across comm and his audio. //Why wait?// Starscream goaded. Skywarp jerked his head up, catching the sudden quiet of the room, empty except for him and Starscream, just as the bronze jet added, //Onslaught ended the meeting a decaklik ago.//
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Date: 2010-08-09 12:27 pm (UTC)This is wonderfully hot, and the bit with Skywarp getting even more distracted remembering his encounter with Onslaught is great.
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Date: 2010-08-10 01:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-09 12:59 pm (UTC)Poor Skywarp, though o.o; I can't even imagine what he'll do when he catches up to Barricade and Thundercracker! Sequel? <3 Sky and Ground AU! **drools**!
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Date: 2010-08-10 01:11 am (UTC)Glad you liked!
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Date: 2010-08-09 03:12 pm (UTC)Very awesome! I like how they wouldn't tell him who was spiking who, was a great touch x3
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Date: 2010-08-10 02:43 pm (UTC)Another thing I wanted to comment on (but got distracted from back when reading Sky and Ground) was your use of Onslaught... and this fic brought it back.
I've never *liked* Onslaught before reading him in your fic, I think because every fic I've read with him in it portrayed him as a jerk. Not exactly sadistic, but cruel and unkind. Here you take that and make it realistic ... just one facet of his personality, something that he controls and uses rather than letting it control him. The rest of him is shown as a mature professional (canonyay!) who can keep a secret and isn't out to use his knowledge for his own personal gain (unless it means some terrific Seeker/Barricade sex that he gets to use his talent to... enhance). By keeping Megatron in the role of the crazy sadist, you allow Onslaught (and any other 'Con mentioned in this fic) to remain just a person... and not such an unlikeable one after all.
I would never have expected him to like (want to have sex with, enjoy the company of, care about) Barricade. And yet, you make it believable that he does, first through his "relationship" with the Seekers but then it seems he comes to respect Barricade for himself (I can think of several reasons why this might happen, but I don't want to spoiler it for anyone who hasn't read Sky & Ground yet).
Someone else plot bunnied you with the concept of what the Seekers would do if someone took advantage of their absence from from the Nemesis to abuse or rape Barricade. If you opt to do that fic, I'd be interested in knowing how that would affect others (like Onslaught, Brawl maybe even Soundwave) who have come to recognize that Barricade is not just a throwaway. As your Barricade might say, "Hard. Worth the effort."
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Date: 2010-08-11 05:11 pm (UTC)Anyways, I feel I should not be supporting this Thundercracker/Barricade pairing you have going on here. Seriously, you're going to make me change my OTP with stories like this (I have a weird kink for hot sex containing characters who are constantly at odds with each other). May I request more TC/Barricade in the future (awkward, fumbling sex with these two? Never! Who could think of such a thing? :P)? *whimpers*
Love the reactions on the other side two, especially Starscream (mostly) keeping his composure, much to Skywarp's annoyance. :)