shadow_vector

PG-13
Bayverse
Barricade/Starscream
angstish

dual comm mashup combo! 'leave me alone' for

10_orders and yesterday's prompt 5 'confession' for

tf_speedwriting ! Have 2/3 of my OT3.

“Leave me alone,” Barricade said, aware of the truculence in his tone. Not caring. He pulled away from Starscream, sliding to the floor, clumsily.

“Do not leave, Barricade.” Starscream’s long talons curled around Barricade’s hips as he hopped off the berth to the ground.

Barricade tried to twist away. “Got nothing to say to you.”

Starscream swung his legs around behind Barricade, crouching behind the smaller mech, hands still around the black hipframe. “You need not say anything,” he murmured. A mouth, glided cool against his window-wings, first the gentle glide of metal on metal, then the soft tingle of the jet’s glossa, exploring the underside of one wing, tracing it back to its mounting. Barricade felt a gentle gust of warm ex-vent against the thin armor between his wings. In spite of himself, he shivered. It seemed sometimes that Starscream had made a study of all of Barricade’s most sensitized zones.

“Let me go,” he said. Almost begging. He couldn’t resist the jet. And that was the problem. He had no limits, no boundaries where the Air Commander was concerned. And he hated it, because it terrified him. His much vaunted self-protective prickliness, that had kept him safe (if lonely) for ages, just couldn’t seem to get traction around Starscream.

“Is that what you really want?” The hands did not stop their explorations, long tapered fingers sliding down his thighs, probing delicately under the plating.

Barricade’s optics shuttered, hard. No. It was the last thing he wanted. But he felt like he was in danger of losing himself, tumbling headlong into something he didn’t know, couldn’t handle.

He didn’t move, but he didn’t resist the jet creeping forward, wrapping his long arms around Barricade’s frame. He felt the fuzz of the jet’s EM field pressing against his back, a warm blanket of sensation. Barricade tilted back into the circle of the jet’s arms.

Starscream nuzzled one of his shoulder tires, wordlessly. It was a gentle, strangely undemanding caress, giving to Barricade, expecting nothing back. Barricade’s body still tingled from their recent interfacing, the last echoes licking gently at his processor. “Don’t…,“ he croaked, but he didn’t know how to finish that. Don’t…be you. Don’t make me fall in love. Don’t make me admit that it’s already too late to save myself from that. He brought up one hand to touch the jet’s but he didn’t pry it away, even though Starscream flattened his palm, lifting his fingers off Barricade’s plating. He found himself gently stroking the lethal barbs on the hands. Vicious hooked barbs of metal, but Starscream had always been so careful never with them, not even a scratch on his finish. So careful not to hurt him. It seemed like a symbol.

Starscream bent his head lower, pressing his mouth gently against the Barricade’s shoulder. The jet smiled—Barricade could feel the mouth plates spread into a smile. “Do you wish to leave, Barricade?” Starscream asked, slyly.

“No,” he said, his voice torn thin from the admission. Weakness. But…Starscream had never hurt him. Did he trust him? “Don’t want to leave.”

“Then why are you trying to?”

“’M not,” he murmured. He threaded his fingers through Starscream’s, both of his hands clasping one of the jet’s larger ones. He had been, of course. Leaving, running away, fleeing.

He turned, slowly, carefully, still holding onto Starscream’s hand, feeling the long elegant talons curling around his. Starscream’s other hand cupped his back, a neutral area, neither dipping between his thighs or probing for the sensitive wings. A curious touch, unfathomable, not sexual, not possessive, and yet…promising each. “I want you,” Starscream said. “I would like you to stay with me.” The words seemed to have a double layer to them, wearing veils.

Someone…wanted Barricade. The thought staggered him, humbled him. Starscream grinned down at him, but there was an edge of longing to the grin, a strange yearning hope reflected in the optics.

“I…,” Barricade began. The words seemed to buckle in his vocalizer, tangling together.

“You do not need to say it,” Starscream said, softly. And though Barricade looked with all four of his optics, keen and hard, he saw no mockery in the jet’s face. Starscream pulled him gently back to the berth—his answer in his deeds. Leave and save himself, or stay and lose himself in some deep torrent of emotion.

He didn’t need to say it. He dropped the jet’s hand, reaching up with one trembling hand for Starscream’s face.

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::sniffles:: that's so...so cute! Poor Barricade, it seems you just can't escape from anything with wings...or occasionally rotary blades XD

So adorable. What a great way to start the day!