shadow_vector | No Good Deed Goes Un-Barricaded

PG
Bayverse
Blackout, Grindor, Barricade
slight crack
After yet another of Barricade's wild parties, Blackout, being a good copterbuddy, tries to get Grindor home safe.
for xxsomeoneelsexx aka eelsex :P
Blackout and Grindor being awkward and most likely crackish in some way

Blackout shifted his stance as Grindor leaned more heavily onto him. “Come on,” he said. “We’re almost there.”

“Almos’ where?” Grindor mumbled, hiccupping and wobbling, courtesy of another of Barricade’s ‘little parties’. Right. Only thing ‘little’ about those parties was Barricade himself, and his mouth made up for a lot.

“Back to your—oof—quarters,” Blackout said, staggering under the other copter’s weight. Blackout had never realized how top heavy his bot-frame was, but, whoa. Grindor was like dead weight. Dead…gropey…weight.

“Hey, your rotors are kinda hot!” Grindor announced, grasping one of the blades. Blackout squeaked.

“Uh, yeah. Thanks.” He was going to point out that Grindor had like…exactly the same rotors, since, you know, he’d horked Blackout’s mode. Not that Blackout was like…you know, mad about it or anything. It was just weird. Probably meant it as a compliment and stuff.

“I like ‘em. A lot!” Grindor slurred. He leaned over, trying to bring his face closer to one, clonking his head against Blackout’s sonic wave cannon.

“Yeah, okay,” Blackout said, his cheek flanges heating. They were kinda in a public corridor and stuff. Not really the place for, you know, coptergroping. Not that Blackout was really against it, really, but, yeah. A little privacy. And maybe a slightly-more-sober other copter.

“Wanna lick ‘em,” Grindor said, sadly, as Blackout twitched his rotors out of the way.

“Later. Let’s get you back to your quarters, first.” Blackout moved a few steps, hauling Grindor with him.

“Hey!” Grindor said brightly, sadness forgotten, hopping his stride along Blackout’s. “Do you like Barricade? I like Barricade. He’s really nice.”

Nice. Barricade. What the frag had the grounder slipped in Grindor’s energon? “Um, he’s okay,” Blackout said, neutrally.

“I think he’s kind of cute!”

Yeah, if you went for the short and psychotic type. Then again, the Nemesis was a little sparse on the, you know, stable and sane, much less the hunky type. Pretty much just, you know, copters in that last category. Blackout muttered some demurral. Barricade had his good points, like his parties, but, well….

“He totally wants you.” Grindor giggled, pointing a coy finger at Blackout’s chassis.

Blackout jerked to a sudden halt, so sudden that Grindor’s weight lurched from his grip, Blackout’s rotors snapping into a tight line down his back. “What?”

“Barricade. You know. Li’l short guy? Four optics? Kinda crazy?” Grindor blinked repeatedly, barely managing to catch his own balance, as though trying to convince his optics to focus. “Seriously. He wants you. Like whoa.”

Blackout tried a shrug. “He wants everyone.”

“Well, sure. But he was telling just going on and on and on about how hot you were.” Grindor gave a giddy grin, “And on and on and on!” he sang, leaning against the wall. Well. Kind of listing to one side, really. His optics focused, in that forced, overcharged seriousness. “Because you’re hot.”

Blackout’s rotor’s fluttered at the flattery, but he was more than a little suspicious. He’d interfaced with Barricade before, so all this ‘crushing on the copter’ stuff? Didn’t quite ring true. There had to be an ulterior motive. “Umm, yeah.” Right. Stop thinking those kinds of thoughts, copter. Get Grindor back to his room. And then you can—okay, stop thinking like that, too. Stop that train of thought right now. He moved to grab Grindor again before the other copter fell over.

Grindor took it as, well, a bit more of an invitation, one hand grabbing at Blackout’s rotors.

“No!” Blackout swatted at the silver hand.

“Tease,” Grindor pouted. “Barricade said tha’ about you, too. Cop.ter.tease.” He enunciated each syllable with almost painful care.

“I do NOT tease!” Blackout snatched his rotorblade out of Grindor’s reach, huffing. “And not everything Barricade says is right!” Like, not anything, honestly. Fraggin’ little grounder. Blackout hefted Grindor’s weight against his, pulling his arm around the silver copter’s narrow waist. Get him back to his recharge and then maybe go find the little four-opticked weirdo and find out what this was all really about.

Grindor bumped along until they finally, finally made it to his recharge door. “I can ge’ it, Blackout. Serioussssly.” He pushed forward, poking at the door code panel. It blatted at him. His cheek flanges shifted in concentration as he tried to put the code in again, digit by digit.

Another blat. Blackout sighed. “Let me do it.” Honestly, this was going to take all night. He bent over the panel. “Gimme the co—whoa!” He went rigid as he felt a hot, overcharged mouth slick down one o his rotorblades. “Hey,” he croaked. “Unfair. Seriously.”

“Coptertease,” Grindor said, “means you tease copters.”

Um, okay but couldn’t they wait until they were, you know, IN the door that was about a pace in front of them?

Yeah, apparently not, because Grindor grabbed Blackout’s shoulder, spun him around, pushed him against the door, and began nuzzling in his neck. “Um, whoa?” Blackout squeaked. Those thoughts he wasn’t supposed to be thinking invaded his cortex, stampeding over his sensor net. And, well, maybe if he got this out of the way, Grindor'd actually go inside the room. Right? No harm in trying.

Grindor didn’t say anything, riding Blackout’s body as they slid to the ground, his hands grabbing at Blackout’s chassis, curling around the bell, the blunt fingers teasing at the exposed cabling. Blackout whimpered, his own hands coming up to grab the dangling silvered rotors. He flared his cheek flanges, uncovering his mouth for an ardent kiss. Grindor’s mouth tasted like high grade energon, tangy and fizzy sweet, his glossa probing and causing its own kind of intoxicating tingle.

“AHHHHEM!” A grinding, grating noise. Blackout went rigid, Grindor on top of him starting at the sound.

Oh frag.

Barricade stood there, arms folded across his chassis, head tilted, talons tapping impatiently at his upper arm. “What,” he barked, “is going on here?”

Grindor’s face melted into a loopy grin. “Barricade!” he sang. “We were just tal—“

Blackout squirmed, trying to push a very drunk and very, very clingy Grindor off him. “What the frag are you doing here anyway?” This was the airframes’ corridor.

Barricade smirked. “Security patrol. Part of my duties.” He let his optics rake over the still-entangled bodies of the copters, his mouth working as though he were trying not to lick his lips. “And you two? Are blocking an access corridor.”

Grindor giggled. “Oh officer, please don’t write us up.”

Barricade snorted. “Gonna take more than that to make me overlook an infraction of this magnitude.” He seemed…strangely pleased with himself.

Blackout pushed himself up on one elbow. “Just say what you want, Barricade.” Frag. No more coptergroping in public: Blackout had learned his lesson. Barricade was bound to make this humiliating and personal.

Barricade’s grin widened. “Well, my first concern, of course, is for your safety.” Why did that sound like something that Barricade would never, ever say? Was he drunk, too? “So first, you should be safely in a room with a proper berth for that sort of activity.” Umm, right. Something was seriously wrong here. M-maybe Blackout was the one who had been slipped the bad energon and this was all some freaky hallucination?

“That’s a great idea!” Grindor chirped, bouncing to his feet.

This was just getting weirder and weirder. Partly because that had been, you know, his plan anyway, but Grindor hadn’t seemed to think that was such a ‘great idea’. Blackout got up, his optics traveling warily between the two. “Then what?”

If Barricade’s grin got any wider, he’d cut it on his cheek armor. “Oh, you don’t know what happens next? I guess I’ll have to, you know, supervise.” He chortled. “You know. For your safety and all.”

Grindor blinked, suddenly looking like…70% less overcharged. “I thought you said you were gonna—“ He got shut down by a hard glare from four flaming red optics.

And the last piece fell into place. “You set this whole thing up, didn’t you?” Blackout accused, pointing at Barricade. “You want to interface with us. Admit it.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Barricade gaped, one hand spread on his chassis. Yeah, overplaying the innocent act, there, grounder. “I just care about safety.”

“If you cared about safety, you wouldn’t have greased the airframe’s corridor with zero friction oil last decycle.”

“That was an error.” He tsked. “Dronelings. You know. Not so bright.”

Yeah, but even a droneling could see through this little plot now. Blackout narrowed his optics. “Cut the act, Barricade. Seriously.”

Barricade sighed, window wings dipping. “You suck. And I went through all this effort, too.”

“All this effort. You could have just asked, you know?”

Barricade grinned. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”

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Badbadbadbadbad brain! >_< Bad! Not now!

(esp because this is merging in my head somehow with ante_luce's human!AU ^_^; )

aw, why not now?

*taps chin* I don't know if I know that one... link maybe?

"Not now" because I've got so many other ideas bouncing around that need to be written. ^_^; Especially since epic!bunny is finally awake.

ante_luce's human!AU (http://ante-luce.livejournal.com/tag/%27verse%3A%20human%21tf)

ahhh, I see I see. :)

thankee for the link!!

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