Beg for it

(Okay, this is just pure nasty raunchomatic. Seriously. I feel dirty now. If you've been 'following' the 'story' such as it is, I try to keep character consistent. Why? No freakin' idea. Enjoy!)


“Heard you like to fuck humans,” Starscream said, flatly.

“Ever tried it?” Barricade responded, blandly, his eyes never leaving the monitor where he was inputting his latest report.

“Disgusting. No way.”

“How do you know?”

“Face it: you fuck xenos because no one decent will have you.”

Barricade turned to face the jet, glaring at the taller bot. “I fuck xenos because I like it,” he said, his voice hard. “As to no one decent having me.” He eyed the jet. “Let’s test that theory.” He closed his hand hard around the jet’s wrist. “How ‘bout you, Starscream. You decent?”

The jet shook his wrist free. “Don’t even try it.”

Barricade’s eyes glowed red. “Do more than try it. What say I have you beg for it.”

“Not on your pathetic undersized spark.”

“Sounds like a yes to me.” He kicked the reverse-bend in Starscream’s leg, forcing the joint to give. The jet sat down hard on the floor. “There, that’ll do for a start.”

The jet moved to push himself to his feet. Barricade dug his fingers into a sensitive seam in the jet’s ribcage. “This how you like it to start, right? You like it a little rough, don’t you.” He pulled the jet’s mouth over to his. He forced his glossa into the jet’s surprised mouth, and snared the jet’s own glossa. The two sensitive parts writhed against each other. The jet yelped in surprise, pushing the car away. “Get away from me, you filthy xeno.”

Barricade laughed. “Want to think about where my glossa’s been? Shall I tell you?” He leaned closer, “I have explored every inch of a xeno with it.” He trailed the glossa down the jet’s chest plating. The jet shuddered, his face a mask of repulsion. “Disgusting,” he hissed.

“Sure, if you say so. Want to know what they’re like? Want to know what it feels like? Overloading in a human? Want to know what they do when you do?” He leaned forward again. “They like it. A lot. And it’s messy as hell, but it’s goooood.” He stepped closer, between the jet’s legs, his hands on the wall on either side of the jet’s head. “Ever taste your own energon?” he said. “Ever have it mixed with a xeno’s? Ever see it, all of it? Ever see how much you actually overload?” His eyes glowed again. Starscream was staring at him as if he was insane.

“You’re sick,” the jet breathed.

“Try it, sometime, Starscream. You just might like it.” He smirked. “Oh, but you probably won’t find one who’ll force you the way you like to be forced. Something like this,” He grabbed the jet’s clavicular strut, pulling him into a hard kiss. He swirled his glossa across the jet’s mouth, then teased the jet’s throat. Despite himself, the jet whimpered.

Barricade smiled, triumphantly. “Like that, huh? Even from the disgusting xeno perv?” He reached for the jet’s interface hatch. “Tell me how you like this little perversion.” Starscream reared back to punch Barricade, but the smaller bot had already seized his module. That would HURT. And worse, the filthy pervert had tucked the module, the whole thing, in his mouth. Starscream could feel the bot’s glossa sliding skillfully over the module’s surface. He moaned, his body quivering.

The car bot paused, releasing the module into his hand, slowly unwinding his glossa from its surface. His eyes met the jet’s. He gave the module a last lick at the node. Starscream jumped. “Ready to beg for it yet?”

“Never. Not from you.”

Barricade tilted his head, teasing the module with his fingers. His face impassive. “I can force you into overload, you know. You might like that,” he said, thoughtfully. “Or do you think you can hold out on me?”

“I will not at your disgusting hands.”

“Hands, and…well, whatever else I can think of.” He touched his glossa to the tip of the module, wrapping the end in a tight seal. Starscream’s datastream pulsed. Barricade chuckled. He lifted the module up to his mouth again, spiralling the glossa around it. He hesitated, and leaned over to the jet’s audio receptor. “It wouldn’t be the first time a bot has overloaded into my mouth.” Starscream tried to turn away, repulsed. Barricade smiled, evilly. “Done it myself probably hundreds of times.”

“You—your own…?”

Barricade nodded, squeezing his wrapped glossa around Starscream’s module. “How you think I got so good at it?” He pulled the module into his mouth again, flicking the end of his glossa over his lips.

Starscream pulled back, but the wall and the limits of his connector cables kept him closer to Barricade than he liked. And Barricade’s glossa was maddening against his module. He kept flicking the node, then pressing it for longer periods. Starscream’s datastream jumped. Barricade winked like he’d thought of a new wrinkle to this challenge. He simply stood there, pulsing back against Starscream’s datastream with his glossa, his eyes cool on the jet’s panicked face. Barricade—the filthy, disgusting pervert—and he was….and Starscream’s module was responding and….

Starscream shrieked against the overload, as if trying to override it by sound. He felt the energon flood Barricade’s mouth, felt Barricade’s smooth glossa grow slick against his module, squeezing and releasing pressure. The smaller bot swallowed, once, and probed the module’s tip, releasing one last little wash of energon, before he unwound the module from his glossa and pulled it out of his mouth. He handed it back to Starscream, who looked at it, horrified. It had..betrayed him.

“That’s kind of what it feels like, in a xeno,” Barricade murmured. “Wet. I wish I could approximate the warmth for you. You seem to like it. You should try the real thing.”

Starscream’s hand clutched over his module. “That is repugnant.”

“Oh? And then there’s this,” Barricade pulled the jet into another kiss, pushing some of Starscream’s last spurt of energon into his mouth. “That’s what you taste like.” Starscream tried to gag, but the stuff was all over his mouth, all over his glossa. “Don’t fight it,” Barricade said, matter of factly. “It’s not bad.”

Starscream pushed him away, practically throwing his module in its socket. “Get away from me. And I did not beg for it, so, you lose.”

“I,” Barricade said, wrapping the connector cables around his wrist, “Am not done.” He gave a slight tug. Starscream froze. “Let go of me.”

“And why should I do that?”

“Please. Let go.”

Barricade tilted his head. “Please? Are you…begging me?”

Starscream stiffened. “That is sensitive equipment. I merely do not want to be damaged. That was not part of this…ridiculous deal. Which I did not agree to.”

“But you’re going along with anyway. Face it, Starscream, you’re hooked.” Barricade slid his hands up the connector cables to the module. “Next thing you know, we’ll catch you overloading in a human. I recommend the females, by the way.”

“I will never…”

“Ah, just like you’ll never beg, huh?” He took the jet’s module in his hand. Starscream quivered, waiting for…whatever new indignity the car robot would inflict upon him. Barricade closed his hand over the module, gently, brushing the jet’s access port with the back of his hand. Starscream gasped. Barricade laughed again. “Want something, do we?”

“It is…it is merely sensitive.”

“Oh. I see. Sensitive.” Barricade opened his own hatch, releasing his module. He held it up to the jet, and, as Starscream watched, wrapped his own glossa around it. The ready-lights pulsed brighter. Starscream, nauseated yet fascinated, couldn’t look away. “Now, let’s see this sensitivity.” He startled the jet by squeezing the jet’s module hard enough to hurt. The jet jerked upright at the sudden pain, and Barricade took the opportunity to thrust his module into the jet’s port. Barricade made a sound like humming. “I prefer a xeno port to you,” he said, thoughtfully, “but there aren’t any xenos here. How do you like being my desperation fuck?"”

Starscream doubled his fists to take a swing at the smaller bot. Barricade smiled, holding up the jet’s module. “Think twice about that, why don’t you?” The jet growled, lowering his arms. Barricade bent over and licked at the connector cables, sending a quiver of sensation through the jet’s sensor net. Barricade’s datastream pulsed hard into Starscream, hard and steady and even. No urgency, no rush. The jet squirmed in spite of himself, feeling his module green light again. Not now. Not so soon. Maybe Barricade wouldn’t notice.

Too late. “Oh look,” Barricade said, holding up the module. “Someone’s interested.” He slid the module down to his access port, and, after a moment’s hesitation, connected the two. He stiffened, almost like a wince. Starscream felt his datastream pulse harder, trying to synchronize with Barricade’s pulse.

“Maybe I should have let you take lead,” Barricade said, tightly.

“Thought you hated double connects,” Starscream hissed.

“Hurt like hell.” Even Starscream’s lighter pulse hurt. “But I’m proving a point.” Starscream felt an overload building, and tried to pull away from it. Just when he thought he couldn’t resist it any more, Barricade unhooked himself. The smaller bot snarled, sinking his teeth into Starscream’s arm.

“What—why did you do that?” Starscream, despite himself, felt breathless. His datastream, without Barricade’s leading rhythm, faltered.

“Haven’t heard you beg,” Barricade panted.

“Not going to.”

“Oh, you beg. I bet you beg a lot.” He pitched his voice higher, “Megatron, please. I need you so badly. Or how about Blackout. You beg for Blackout?” Starscream looked shocked. “Beg for them, you’ll beg for me.” Barricade shrugged.

“I will no—“ Starscream’s protest got cut off as Barricade circled the access port with one finger. Starscream groaned.

“Oh, you will. Say, please, Barricade, take me. I know I’m worse than a xeno, but please fuck me. You can pretend I’m a xeno while you do.”

“You’re insane.”

Barricade flicked the jet’s connector cables. “You didn’t say it right. That’s ‘please, take me.’”

“That’s ‘you’re an insane fuck’.”

“Insanely good fuck,” Barricade corrected. “Now, you can beg, and I will endure a double connect with you. You might enjoy knowing that it hurts…immensely. Or you can refuse to beg, and…I will have to resort to other measures.” He waited patiently for Starscream’s answer, twitching every time the jet’s datastream pulsed into him. He licked his own module, idly, waiting for the jet’s response.

“It hurts you.”

Barricade looked up. “Yes.”

“And an overload? In your access port?”

“Agonizing. I’ve blacked out.”

Starscream’s face shifted. “Why are you telling me this?”

“No point in lying about it. ‘Swhy I like xenos.” He hissed against another throb from Starscream’s module. He managed a weak smile. “Besides, figure you deserve a little payback for what I’m putting you through, right? We both win: you beg, and I get punished for daring to touch you.”

“No.”

“No? All right, then, exotic measures.” He gave his module a comforting squeeze.

“No,” Starscream said. “I don’t want you hurt.”

“Well then, what choice do we have? I gave you two.”

Starscream yanked the smaller bot closer, hissing in his ear, as if he hated having to say the words at all. “I will beg, but you will not hurt yourself. I will not be party to that.”

“What?” Barricade looked at him, stunned, and flatfooted.

Starscream threw himself back against the wall. “What did you want me to say, again? Oh, right. Take me, Barricade, please. I’m worse than a xeno,” the jet’s mouth quirked up like he was trying not to laugh, “but please, I want you.” The jet’s talons squeezed around Barricade’s shoulder. “But I don’t want a double connect.”

“But…”

“I thought the one begging got what he wanted.”

“Then you won’t—“

Starscream snatched the module from Barricade’s surprised fingers. “Shall I spell it out for you? You want me to name this perversion, do you? Like before. Satisfactory?” He pushed Barricade’s module into his access port, disconnecting his own from Barricade. “Yes?”

The smaller bot looked stunned. Starscream shifted, impatiently, his ready lights pulsing almost angrily. “Do I have to beg for that?” He pulled Barricade closer, hissing angrily, “In your mouth. Again. I want it. Please.” He quivered under the sudden hard pulse of Barricade’s datastream. Barricade made a sound like a whimper, but took the module in his mouth. His glossa knew what to do. Like he’d said, he’d had plenty of practice. His datastream pulsed harder. The jet ran his light talons down Barricade’s face, across his chest, tweaking the connector cables teasingly. He moaned, softly, in time with Barricade’s pulses.

Barricade’s throat vibrated as he overloaded, hard, into the jet. Starscream gasped, and released his own energon into Barricade’s mouth, catching the smaller bot as his knee stabilizers failed. It took longer for the smaller bot to release his glossa’s grip on the module—Starscream felt his whole module bathed in his own cool energon. He shivered, “Primus. Is THAT what it’s like with a xeno, too?”

Barricade swallowed, quickly, unfurling his glossa from the module. “Pretty much.”

“I can—almost—see the appeal.”

Barricade smirked. “So, what was that about no one decent having me?”

Starscream gently unhooked Barricade’s module. He looked at it curiously for a long moment, and then, hesitantly, touched it with his glossa. First a little lick, then a clumsy, shy attempt at wrapping the node. “Maybe I’m not decent anymore.”