Using Bumblebee II

(AN: Okay, I have screwed my proverbial courage to the sticking place (what kind of pervy expression is THAT?!) and...here is robot threesome. My two betas told me it was cute and hot, which is what I was going for so... Blame them!)



“Think you owe me,” Blackout said, holding the jet’s module in his hand. His voice was teasing. He was waiting for permission.



Starscream shivered. Barricade’s fingers teased his throat. “Let him,” Barricade murmured, the vibrations of his voice skirling through the jet’s sensor net.



“Maybe you’ll remember this one?” Blackout plugged the jet’s module into his port. Starscream gasped. It was always a surprise for him, the feel of another bot. With one hand, he clawed for Blackout’s module.



“Oh you want this?” Blackout teased. Starscream reached again, loathe to leave Barricade’s grasp. The smaller bot was teasing his audio pickup with his glossa, stroking his smaller fingers under the jet’s chest armor and into the sensitive wiring.



Barricade nodded at the copter. “Think he wants it.” He moved aside as Blackout double connected with Starscream. The two of them sighed, the jet’s eyes fluttering closed. The copter knelt on the ground beside him, pushing the jet down onto his back. He fixed his eyes on the jet’s face.



Right, Barricade thought. Knew the damn copter had it for the jet. He withdrew, watching. He had to admit it was pretty hot—Blackout’s ventilation coming in short pants, his rotors twitching at what had to be the jet’s datastream rhythm—letting the jet take lead, huh? Starscream moaned under him, his hands wandering with aimless desire over the other bot’s body. Just sit back and enjoy this, Barricade thought, stifling a ping from his own module. You’re not invited to this party, you, he told it.



Blackout’s whole body began twitching, not just his rotors, his throat emitting soft grunts. No way, Barricade thought. Small bot could get hurt in all that. Starscream’s eyes flickered open, taking in Blackout’s naked desire. He glanced over at Barricade, caught him with one claw, hauling him closer.



“Oh no,” the jet murmured. “You are part of this, too.” He pulled the smaller bot into a kiss. Barricade could feel Blackout’s ventilation, hot and heavy, on the back of his neck. He twisted away.



“Shy?” the jet teased. Barricade could sense him pushing down on his datastream, slowing the building pulse. Blackout groaned at the change in rhythm, frustrating him. “Something you do not know, Barricade?” the jet said. “I admit to surprise.”



“Not a fraggin’ Seeker,” Barricade muttered, vaguely angry. Not his fault no one invited him to the good parties.



“Blackout,” Starscream said, “I think Barricade feels lonely.”



Before Barricade could complain, Blackout grabbed him with one arm, rolling over him, off the jet, still connected by the cables. He growled in rhythm to the datastream, kissing the smaller bot desperately. That was…novel. Barricade had never touched Blackout. The copter’s glossed facial plates glided against his, his rotor engine looming over them, the rotors spreading in desire like thin wings. Blackout’s glossa pushed insistently through Barricade’s mouth—far more aggressively than the jet. Barricade whimpered, against his will. He did not have a thing for the damn copter. Still…. Barricade could feel shudders run through Blackout’s body. His module pinged him again, more insistently this time. Shut up, he told it. The copter grunted against his mouth, eyes closed, his glossa probing Barricade’s own. Barricade’s hands came up, almost against his will, to touch the copter’s high collar, teasing under the heavy armor plating.



Blackout pinned the smaller bot by the wrists, just as he and Starscream came into synchrony. With a sound like a roar, he tore his mouth from Barricade’s and overloaded, collapsing hard on Barricade’s chassis.



“Ow.” Barricade’s voice was muffled under Blackout’s bulk.



The two bots faded in slowly. Starscream observed, “Oh look, Blackout. You have squished the little one.”



“Not. Little.” Barricade had to force the words up. Damn copter was crushing the spark out of him. “His damn gun’s got me right in the—“



Blackout pulled off him, a little bit, grinning down at him. He still held Barricade pinned by the wrists. “What’s the matter, cute little guy?” He reached up with one thumb, bracing his weight on his palms to keep the smaller bot pinned, and spun Barricade’s upper arm tires. Barricade gasped. Blackout snickered. “Yeah, I know these are sensitive. Think I don’t know about you ground guys?”



Barricade whimpered. His module pinged again. Shut. UP! This time it added an audio ping. In case he was deaf. Or, apparently, in desperate need of being humiliated by two large fliers. The larger bots giggled. Blackout looked over at Starscream. “Got him pinned. Anyting you want to do with him?"



The jet disconnected himself, tucking his module away. He held Blackout’s carefully. “I did not know that about the tires. We could perhaps find out where else he is sensitive?”



“Not sensitive.”



“Ah,” Starscream said. “This would go much more easily for you if you stopped fighting it, Barricade.” He reached over cautiously, and spun one of the tires himself, purring as Barricade arched his spine, his breath failing him. “I shall remember this.” That sounded…ominous. He struggled, squirming under Blackout’s bulk.



“Barricade,” Starscream chastised. “We are not trying to hurt you.”



“Speak for yourself,” Blackout said, bending down to nip Barricade’s exposed underarm. Barricade squeaked.



“Blackout, be nice. I owe him, too.” The jet knelt in the sand next to Barricade’s head. “Whom do you want right now, Barricade? Blackout or myself?” He ran his hands along the underside of Barricade’s armor plates.



“I—ohhhhhhh,” was all he could manage.



“At a loss for words,” Blackout teased. He rolled himself onto his back, taking Barricade with him, his hand getting Barricade’s module before the smaller bot could even register contact with his interface hatch. “Made your decision for you,” Blackout said, plugging Barricade’s module into his port. Barricade jerked at the contact. His module pinged, happily, acknowledging to him that it, at least, had gotten what it wanted. Do not have a thing for the copter, he told himself. But still…. It had been a while and no one was demanding a double-connect and his datastream was throbbing hard enough to almost hurt….



He tried to pull away when he felt weight on top of him. Starscream, pressing against him, over him, pinning him between them. It was his fate today, apparently, to get crushed by giant flying robots. He felt the jet’s hands race down his back, over his arms, down his legs. He shivered, arching his head back until it banged into the jet’s shoulder armor.



“How cute,” Starscream observed. “He is so unused to this.” He caught Barricade’s head with one hand, tilting it to the side so he could tease the exposed neck wiring.



“Not really used to this myself,” Blackout muttered.



“Ah, but you are adapting better than he is.”



“Would you…please…” Barricade gasped when his datastream would let him, “Stop….talking….about me!”



“Okay,” Blackout said. He tugged the smaller bot into a kiss, while the jet renewed his assault on Barricade’s neck and ear finial. With his free hand, Blackout feather-touched Barricade’s access port. With a shudder that bodily moved both of the larger bots, Barricade overloaded, going suddenly limp and quiet.



“Think he enjoyed that?” Blackout whispered, while Barricade lay, still, faded out, between them. His own sensor net registered his module, ready to go again. Took him longer to recover, normally.



“We shall have to ask him when he recovers.”



“Ask me…what?” Barricade said, drowsily. He did…not feel like moving.



“Ah, did you enjoy that, Barricade?"



“Enjoy getting crushed between you rutting bolt-boxes? Get the frag off me.” He tried to push away. The jet grinned at Blackout, leaning more of his weight on the smaller bot between them.



Blackout winked back. “Yeah, he enjoyed it.”



“Did not.”



“Your contrariness is endearing, Barricade,” Starscream murmured into his neck. Idly, he spun one of Barricade’s tires, smiling against Barricade’s throat as the smaller bot responded. “Shall I tell Blackout something I know?”



“Shut up.”



Blackout pinched his cheek plates. “One day going to fuck the mean right out of you, Barricade,” he said.



“Good luck with that.”



“Ah, to my point precisely. Blackout. One thing you may not know about our friend here is that his sex life is…not particularly active.” Barricade squirmed, trying to find some way to turn and smack Starscream. “It has to do with him not being able to endure double-connects.”



“I endure them just fine,” he said, sourly.



“Shush,” the jet said. “You do not.” He pet the top of Barricade’s head as if he were a toy. “The end result is that our little friend here has a backlog of energon most of the time. To wit,” He reached over and gently unplugged Barricade’s module, holding it up so they both could see the green lights winking along its length. “He is already prepared.”



“But I thought he, with his xeno….”



“An extensive backlog,” Starscream said, firmly. “And it is, I think, my turn.” He pulled at Barricade.



“I knew it,” the smaller bot muttered, as Starscream pulled him on top of him, “You’re just using me for my body.”



“I am,” the jet grinned. He attached Barricade’s module to his port, his eyes fluttering closed for a long moment, as if feeling something wonderful. This is why, Barricade thought, everyone liked fucking the jet. He certainly seemed to enjoy it. Barricade ran his hands over the jet’s shoulders, behind his neck. Starscream tilted his head up, exposing the sensitive cabling of his throat to Barricade’s smaller fingers. He pulled his mouth close to Starscream’s ear. “Leaving him out,” he murmured. He felt Blackout’s sensor net when he was on him. Not fair to the copter. And the last thing Barricade wanted was for a bot twice his size to be jealous.



“Indeed,” Starscream replied. “Do you know what I was thinking?” He ran his cool talons down the length of Barricade’s connector cables. “I was thinking I could connect with him, and he….”



Barricade shook his head. “Ouch?”



Starscream nipped his mouth. “Blackout has never had it…that way. Would you mind? Terribly?”



Barricade looked over at the copter. “He might mind.”



“I shall guarantee that he shall not.”



“Why?”



Starscream leaned in closer, his voice barely audible. “I want to watch.” Barricade shuddered with a kind of mildly shocked desire at his words. Who was corrupting whom around here? He said something—some kind of syllables that meant yes. Thankfully, the jet was fluent in ‘lustful incoherence.’



Starscream looked up, beckoning to the copter. He pulled Blackout into a gentle kiss, connecting his module into the copter’s port. Blackout moaned against the jet’s mouth. Starscream’s hands took the copter’s module from its coupling, and gestured towards Barricade. Barricade looked at it for a moment, then…why the fuck not? His hormones weren’t giving him ‘no’ signals. Before the copter could register what was happening, Barricade twined his glossa around the module, pulling it into his mouth.



Blackout looked down, surprised, but Starscream’s datastream was already playing hell with his sensornet. The jet pulls on his rotors, gently, distracting him. Barricade feels Blackout’s datastream up-pulse, hard and strong. Oh, part of the copter was enjoying this. His own datastream was pounding hard enough to blur the edges of his vision. Only the jet seemed with it, his hands on both of the other bots, stroking and petting them.



The copter pulled away from the jet, suddenly, ventilating hard. Barricade could feel the copter’s datastream, fighting to make synchrony with the jet’s without feedback. It feels, Barricade knew from experience, almost impossibly intense. Not quite pain, but Blackout couldn’t take any more stimulation. At all. Not even Starscream’s light touches. Blackout’s body shuddered in time to the jet’s datastream. Barricade felt his own overload build, insistently.



The jet jerked Barricade’s face to his, in a fierce kiss. Their two glossas met and swirled around Blackout’s module, tweaking the connector cable, the interior node.



Blackout screamed as he overloaded, collapsing into the sand. Barricade followed an instant later, as the copter's energon rushed his mouth. He took the jet with him.



They faded in long moments later. Blackout was hunched over his knees, watching them. “Can I—Can I please have my module back?” he asked, meekly, when he saw the other two start to stir.



Starscream stretched his long arms up over his head. “I am trying to calculate which of the two of you lost more innocence today.”



“Copter,” Barricade said, unwinding his glossa slowly, showily, from Blackout’s module. Blackout couldn’t take his eyes off the sight. “Done everything before, me, just not all at once.” He pushed himself off the jet, reluctantly. With the warm sun on his back he wanted nothing more than to lie against the jet in recharge. But then the big morons would probably call him a teddy bear. Frag it.



“Copter,” Blackout agreed. “More innocence to lose. Never going to get me to poke one of those squishies, though.”



The two exchanged an evil look. “Never,” said Starscream, “say never. Seekers view that as a challenge.”



Blackout suddenly looked nervous. “Module?” he squeaked.