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Comfort
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Category:
S through Z › Transformers (Movie Only)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,525
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Transformers, and I don't make any money from doing this. Seriously: wouldn't it be cool, though?
Comfort
Follow on to the others. Feeling sad today, and totally non-pervy. Thought I'd give our favorite bots a little tenderness today. Yes, it's TRUE! There's not really a PLOT, but there's also no Porn. Terribly disappointing. :(
(I just want to hug them both).
Barricade lay in his recharge station. For how long? He couldn’t begin to say. All he knew was pain. He lay on his side, exactly where Megatron had dumped him, his hatch ripped open, his torso plating still spattered with Megatron’s dried overload energon, his thigh armor dented. On the rare moments he tried to move, these injuries left him gasping. His comm buzzed twice while he lay there, but he couldn’t manage the energy or control to key it on.
His comm buzzed a third time. Can’t lay here forever, he told himself. He keyed it. “Yes?”
It was Starscream, his voice excited. “Barricade, you wouldn’t believe—are you unwell?”
“I’m fine.”
“Where are you?”
“I said I’m fine.”
“I shall find you.” The jet clicked off the comm.
Great. All Barricade needed. Another witness to his humiliation. Another witness to him weak and lying on his floor gasping, pathetic, like a crushed protoform. He tried to push himself up, but the pain lanced through his side, leaving him cycling ventilation too fast.
Starscream filled the doorway to his recharge station. So soon? Barricade thought dully. He turned his head away, but he could feel the other’s optics taking in his ripped open hatch, the crusts of energon. “You need to go to repair bay,” he said, finally.
“I’ll go later.” Barricade could imagine that all too well—the stares and mutterings that would follow him and his oh-so-obvious injuries as he dragged himself down the corridor to repair bay.
“You,” Starscream said, scooping him up, “will go now.”
“I-“ Barricade struggled, acutely aware of how ridiculous he looked. He was half Starscream’s size. “Put me down.”
“No. You are going to repair bay.” Starscream turned him, gently, so that his injuries weren’t exposed. In the end, Barricade had no choice. The larger bot carried him down the hall, glaring at anyone who looked. A few curious eyes followed them, but left them alone. Starscream pushed through Ambulatory and dropped Barricade in the first repair cradle. Repair bots scrambled over.
Barricade closed his eyes.
“Megatron.” Starscream said. It wasn’t a question.
“Yes.”
“I am sorry.”
“I deserved it.”
“You did not.” Starscream’s voice was hard. “Whatever you think you did, you did not deserve this.” He snatched at something one of the repair bots was bustling away with. “Sealing collar.” He held it up. “Torn. Who deserves that?” Barricade looked away.
“Stay out of his way, Barricade.” Starscream said, softly.
“I..I had no choice.”
“I know. I shall..handle him.”
“Don’t.”
“I know what he wants,” Starscream said. “It is not you he was…assaulting.”
“Sure felt like it.” He managed a weak smile. The jet echoed it back, equally thinly. “He—to you?”
Starscream shifted uncomfortably. “You said it yourself—that I like being…forced.” He choked a bit on the last word.
Barricade twisted in the repair cradle. “I’m sorry about that…”
“Do not be. It is accurate.”
A pair of repair bots lifted Barricade’s dented thigh armor. Barricade hissed air in through his mouth. His hand closed involuntarily around Starscream’s wrist.
“Sorry,” Barricade gasped, releasing his grip. Starscream lay his other hand on top of Barricade’s.
“Do not apologize. Not for that. The least I can do is comfort you.”
“This wasn’t your fault,” Barricade said. “It was mine.”
“That is not,” Starscream said, “how Megatron will see it. Please trust me on this.”
The repair bots clacked at Barricade. “They would like you to go into recharge mode for the access port replacement procedure,” Starscream said.
“All right.” Barricade released a shuddering breath. “You can go now.”
“I will not leave you alone.”
Barricade studied him, trying to read the jet’s emotions. All he could see was turbulence. “Thank you,” he said. He drifted into recharge, his eyes dimming to standby.
Starscream leaned over, resting his head on Barricade’s hip. “I am so sorry,” he said. “This will not happen again.”
(I just want to hug them both).
Barricade lay in his recharge station. For how long? He couldn’t begin to say. All he knew was pain. He lay on his side, exactly where Megatron had dumped him, his hatch ripped open, his torso plating still spattered with Megatron’s dried overload energon, his thigh armor dented. On the rare moments he tried to move, these injuries left him gasping. His comm buzzed twice while he lay there, but he couldn’t manage the energy or control to key it on.
His comm buzzed a third time. Can’t lay here forever, he told himself. He keyed it. “Yes?”
It was Starscream, his voice excited. “Barricade, you wouldn’t believe—are you unwell?”
“I’m fine.”
“Where are you?”
“I said I’m fine.”
“I shall find you.” The jet clicked off the comm.
Great. All Barricade needed. Another witness to his humiliation. Another witness to him weak and lying on his floor gasping, pathetic, like a crushed protoform. He tried to push himself up, but the pain lanced through his side, leaving him cycling ventilation too fast.
Starscream filled the doorway to his recharge station. So soon? Barricade thought dully. He turned his head away, but he could feel the other’s optics taking in his ripped open hatch, the crusts of energon. “You need to go to repair bay,” he said, finally.
“I’ll go later.” Barricade could imagine that all too well—the stares and mutterings that would follow him and his oh-so-obvious injuries as he dragged himself down the corridor to repair bay.
“You,” Starscream said, scooping him up, “will go now.”
“I-“ Barricade struggled, acutely aware of how ridiculous he looked. He was half Starscream’s size. “Put me down.”
“No. You are going to repair bay.” Starscream turned him, gently, so that his injuries weren’t exposed. In the end, Barricade had no choice. The larger bot carried him down the hall, glaring at anyone who looked. A few curious eyes followed them, but left them alone. Starscream pushed through Ambulatory and dropped Barricade in the first repair cradle. Repair bots scrambled over.
Barricade closed his eyes.
“Megatron.” Starscream said. It wasn’t a question.
“Yes.”
“I am sorry.”
“I deserved it.”
“You did not.” Starscream’s voice was hard. “Whatever you think you did, you did not deserve this.” He snatched at something one of the repair bots was bustling away with. “Sealing collar.” He held it up. “Torn. Who deserves that?” Barricade looked away.
“Stay out of his way, Barricade.” Starscream said, softly.
“I..I had no choice.”
“I know. I shall..handle him.”
“Don’t.”
“I know what he wants,” Starscream said. “It is not you he was…assaulting.”
“Sure felt like it.” He managed a weak smile. The jet echoed it back, equally thinly. “He—to you?”
Starscream shifted uncomfortably. “You said it yourself—that I like being…forced.” He choked a bit on the last word.
Barricade twisted in the repair cradle. “I’m sorry about that…”
“Do not be. It is accurate.”
A pair of repair bots lifted Barricade’s dented thigh armor. Barricade hissed air in through his mouth. His hand closed involuntarily around Starscream’s wrist.
“Sorry,” Barricade gasped, releasing his grip. Starscream lay his other hand on top of Barricade’s.
“Do not apologize. Not for that. The least I can do is comfort you.”
“This wasn’t your fault,” Barricade said. “It was mine.”
“That is not,” Starscream said, “how Megatron will see it. Please trust me on this.”
The repair bots clacked at Barricade. “They would like you to go into recharge mode for the access port replacement procedure,” Starscream said.
“All right.” Barricade released a shuddering breath. “You can go now.”
“I will not leave you alone.”
Barricade studied him, trying to read the jet’s emotions. All he could see was turbulence. “Thank you,” he said. He drifted into recharge, his eyes dimming to standby.
Starscream leaned over, resting his head on Barricade’s hip. “I am so sorry,” he said. “This will not happen again.”