shadow_vector

PG
Bayverse: Sky and Ground AU
Barricade/Skywarp
no warnings

People keep giving me delicious bunnies for these adorable mechs--to do them justice I need to concentrate. (This is my way of saying: I'm working on them but I want them done RIGHT!) In the meantime, have some pointlessness. For

tf_rare_pairing "barricade/skywarp 'drunken ramblings before interfacing'"

Skywarp was seriously considering sending a comm ping to Barricade, but held off. He didn’t want Barricade to think that he worried. It was…no big deal. Just Thundercracker wanting to spend some ‘bonding time’ with Barricade.

And that was what was driving Skywarp crazy, especially when he began getting the gold and silver rills of desire through the bond. He fumed. He should never have encouraged the two of them being friendly. Better deal with them constantly at each other’s throats, he thought, envious. He had a datapad on in front of him, but he couldn’t force the words to follow in any meaningful sense, his processor clouded with secondhand desire and firsthand jealousy.

The door coded open. He looked up from the datapad he had been doing a terrible job of pretending to study, to spot the glow of optics, half his height. “Barricade! You’re here!” He winced. Wow, that was…obvious. As was his scan of Barricade’s frame for signs of recent interfacing. Lust seemed to roil off the smaller mech like a swirling haze.

A goofy grin curled over the grounder’s electrum mouth plates. “I am!” he burbled. He walked a few paces into the room, and fell over in a clatter of limbs, giggling.

“You’re…overcharged?” Skywarp pushed himself up from the chair. What had Thundercracker been up to?

“Mmmmmmaybe,” Barricade said into the floor.

Skywarp crouched down over him, prodding him gently with one hand. “You okay?”

“’M fine,” Barricade said, pushing up onto his side. His optics whirred to focus. “An’ you’re beautiful.”

Skywarp gave a quiet laugh at the compliment. “Thanks, little spike.” Some of the jealousy dissipated. His olfactory sensors came up negative for transfluid, Seeker lubricant. But…what was he feeling then?

One aimless hand came up to touch him, swiping the air in front of his shoulder before catching hold. “Love you so much.” He hauled on the armor, sliding across the floor, closer to the jet.

“Love you, too,” Skywarp said. He scooped his arms around Barricade, hauling him to his feet. The grounder staggered against him. “What did you and Thundercracker do together?” He tried to keep his tone light, still crouched down.

Barricade popped his face forward, planting a sudden kiss on Skywarp’s mouth. “Played a game.” A warm, giddy sluice across the bond.

Skywarp returned the kiss numbly, envy blazing up green and acidic. “Did you win?”

“Mmmmmmm,” Barricade’s optics grazed down Skywarp’s frame. He slid a clumsy talon up Skywarp’s bent leg. “Want to lick you.”

Skywarp’s interface systems fired on, distracted, his turbines cycling, already primed with the last cycle’s borrowed desire from across the bond. Barricade heard the sound of the engines, laughing. His touch grew bolder, both hands sliding up along one of Skywarp’s thighs, optics greedy.

“Lick me?” Skywarp squeaked.

“Mmm-humm.” Barricade lowered himself unsteadily, dragging his cheek down Skywarp’s chassis before nuzzling along the forebent knee. His glossa flicked along one of the seams in the thigh.

Skywarp in-vented sharply, optics dimming as the touch sent electrical tingles through his net. He pushed away, though he didn’t want to. He had to resist the temptation. Find out what this was all about. “You’re, uhhh, being a bit forward?”

“Not my fault you’re hot,” Barricade murmured. Skywarp pushed up to his feet. Uh oh. Barricade’s optics lit up, the talons grabbing for Skywarp’s pelvic arch, suddenly just about optic-level. “Want you.”

Skywarp squirmed, twisting his hips from the hot-taloned touches. “I want you, too.” Oh he did. He just…still burned with envy, like a wall of flame between him and his spark. He retreated toward the berth, moving backwards, Barricade stumbling forward in hot pursuit.

“Then why you running away?” Barricade asked, querulous, wobbling toward him, silver talons outstretched.

“Me? I’m not…uh…running.” Skywarp’s heel bumped against the berth. He dropped down onto it.

“Ha! Got you now!” Barricade pounced, leaping onto his frame, driving him back onto the berth. Barricade buried his face in Skywarp’s throat, his body squirming against Skywarp’s. “Mine.” Pure hot lust rushed across the bond.

Skywarp’s admittedly-feeble attempts at resistance broke down. He clutched the back of the smaller mech’s helm, turning the face to his, reaching for a greedy kiss, his other arm pinning the squirming body against his. Their glossas tangled for a long moment, each giving in to desire, Barricade’s mouth hungry and forceful. More than usual. Skywarp wanted to know, but he didn’t want to break the kiss. So. Only one option.

//Going to tell me what this is about?// One last plea.Over comm. Skywarp, you are a resourceful jet.

//Want you. So much.//

//I gathered that, little spike. What brought this on? Want to tell me about this ‘game’ you played with Thundercracker?//

//Oh. Wasn’t jus' with him. He an' Starscream.//

And suddenly an image flashed through Skywarp’s cortex—the two of them plying Barricade with energon, knowing it would slip control of the bond. And then….

Barricade seemed to pick up (finally) on his unease. //Interfaced with each other. Said it was more fun with me watching.// He added sadly, after a moment. //Tied me to a chair.//

It clicked. Yeah, Skywarp thought. I’ll bet. The greedy pair, knowing that Barricade’s own desire would magnify theirs, knowing he would look without touching, sending, echoing their lust back to them. They used him as some sort of sex toy, he thought, outraged. Barricade was Skywarp’s sex toy. His adorable shy little grounder. He growled.

Barricade lifted his head up, his mouth reluctantly breaking the kiss. “You all right?” The optics struggled to focus.

“I,” Skywarp muttered, “am fine. They, however….” He ran a speculative hand down Barricade’s back. The smaller mech arched up along the touch, desire shimmering across the bond, live and quivering. He had…an idea. “Can you feel them right now?”

Barricade shook his head. “Think they’ve gone into recharge cycle. Or, you know,” he ducked his head, shyly. He hated admitting this, “they can control their end of the bond better than I can. Think they might have shut it down.”

Well, of course. They’d had their fun, and then sent the intoxicated, lust-addled grounder back to Skywarp. Not that…well…that was much to complain about, really. Other than the principle. Which was making Skywarp worry. Which had been, he knew, entirely deliberate.

He slid his hand back up, pressing Barricade’s chassis against him as he rolled over, depositing the grounder on the berth. They could shut down a bond on their end. Well. He could hack it. And give them a well-deserved, he thought, taste of their own medicine.

Barricade blinked blearily at Skywarp. “You’re not mad at me, are you?” A twinge of worry.

“No.” Never. “Want me to demonstrate how not mad I am?” He pushed one of Barricade’s wrists flat against the berth playfully.

“Frag, yes,” Barricade breathed, his spinal struts arching. “Love you so much. Told you that lately?”

Skywarp grinned. “Yes, you have, little spike.” And it was time to give Thundercracker and Starscream some…very colorful dreams.

Toy

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