A Teaching Moment

Going back in history a bit--Starscream has to learn xeno from someone. And who better than our resident pervy expert? :P

Fairly tame story, but cute/vaguely funny. (I hope. It's supposed to be).

Barricade kissed her, his black glossa sliding between her lips, while his hands laid her body bare. He trailed his hands down her sides, marvelling at the soft texture of her body, the paleness of her skin against his armor. She made a contented sound in her throat, her tongue flicking against his glossa.

“Who’s your friend?” she asked, her voice husky.

“He’s interested. Mind if he watches?”

“You are kinky,” she winked at him, reaching up to nip his glossa with her sharp teeth. “Don’t mind.”

“Hoped you wouldn’t.”

“Trying to corrupt him, are we?” She looked up over her shoulder where she could see a pair of red eyes fixed on her.

“Halfway there, I think.”

“How’d you convince him to come?”

Barricade leaned closer. “Don’t be jealous: I fucked him.”

“Really?” She looked up at the other bot again. “Wish I could have seen that.”

“Does nothing gross you out?” He ran his glossa down the front of her body, circling her breasts.

“Keep trying.” She arched up against his glossa. “We supposed to just act natural or did you have anything in particular you wanted to show him?”

“Any ideas?”

She shrugged. “My turn to disgust you? Bring him over here.”

Barricade’s eyes glowed. “You are a wicked thing.”

“Learned it from you,” she said, cheerfully.

He gestured and the larger robot approached, hesitantly. “What is it?”

“How you doing so far?”

“It is…intriguing.”

Barricade pulled the larger bot in, suddenly, and forced a hard kiss on him. “Know you like being forced,” he murmured. “Try this: kiss the xeno.”

“What? No, I-uh,…”

Barricade went for another kiss this time, longer, softer, his black glossa sliding against the jet’s bronze colored one, until the jet whimpered.

The jet edged closer. “This is rather awkward.”

“Only awkward if you make it so,” Barricade said, pushing the robot’s head lower. “Do it.”

The jet pressed his mouth to the human, hesitantly, as if afraid she’d bite him. She slid her tongue along his labial plates. He risked a tentative flick of his glossa against hers, and then a slightly more intrusive probe of her mouth. Her hands caressed his cheekflares.

He pulled back after a moment.

“Not so bad, is it?” Barricade murmured. He knelt behind Starscream, running soothing hands along the jet’s broad back, teasing the engine mounts.

“It is..warm.”

“It has a name,” June said. Barricade laughed. “Starscream, this is June. She’ll be your training xeno for the evening. June, this is Starscream, novice pervert.” Starscream bridled, but softened when Barricade leaned in to nip his shoulder. “You should see what they can do with their hands,” Barricade whispered. “Can go anywhere.” His own hands skipped lightly down the jet’s back. He leaned forward, tracing the exhaust rim of one of the jet’s engines, chuckling as the turbine spun up in response. “Having a good time?”

“It is…not as bad as I expected.”

Barricade tsked. “We’ll work on that. Now, kiss her again.”

The jet obediently bent over June. This time he was a bit more exploratory, nipping at her with his labial plates, letting his glossa slide over her mouth, her throat, her chest. She sighed. “Is that good?” the jet asked, anxiously. “It ventilated.”

“Very good,” Barricade said. He set himself up a few feet away, watching. He thought nothing could be hotter than interfacing with a xeno. This was at least a close second, if not a tie. The jet shivered as she explored the cabling in his neck with her hands.

“Good?” she asked.

“Yes.” He pushed her down more boldly with another kiss, this time trailing his long talons down her body, squeezing at her soft flesh. It was so odd feeling. Yet inviting. Warm and soft. Just as Barricade had said. “Where do you keep your interface hatches?” he asked.

Barricade pushed off his feet, closer. “Told you. Port only in the females.” He pressed June’s knees apart. “There.”

“Port only? Then how do they….?”

Barricade winked. “You’ll see.”

“What do I…?”

Barricade pushed him aside. “First, you check with the xeno. June?”

“Yes?”

“Ready?”

“Mmmmmaybe,” she teased.

“And sometimes,” Barricade said, “Your xeno will be difficult. Like this one.” June started giggling.

“What do we do?” the jet asked anxiously.

“In this case, we convince the xeno otherwise.” He parted her legs again, and bent down, sliding the length of his glossa along her body. She sucked in a breath. Barricade bent over again, slowly, probing her port with his glossa. “If it is wet, the xeno is willing. Try it.”

The jet hesitated, then licked his glossa along the narrow opening Barricade had indicated. At first he didn’t feel anything other than soft, warm human skin. He tried again, probing deeper, until he found a salty wetness. He explored it, curious. What an odd port configuration. She gasped, her hands clenching into fists.

“Is she all right?”

“Treat it like you would one of our access ports. How would that feel.”

“Oh.” He licked at it again, sliding up the narrow cut slowly. She whimpered. “That is…arousing.”

Barricade smirked.

“Show me what to do next.”

“You can do it yourself.”

The jet looked at June, and then at the ground. “I wish to…only with my xeno,” he murmured.

“Yours? You have one picked out already?”

“Yes.” Anxious: “Is that not allowed? Do I have to…verify if she is not difficult first?”

Barricade laughed—the first time Starscream could remember such an honest sound from him. He turned to June. “He wants his own xeno.”

She grinned. “That’s so sweet.” She ran a hand up between Barricade’s fingers. “Shall we show him how the rest of it is done, or just let him muddle along?”

“What sort of training xeno would you be? Pay close attention,” he said to the jet. He turned back to June.
“Ready?”

“Do your worst,” she winked. He gave his module one last flick with his thumb, and then pressed it into her port. She moaned, pressing her legs together.

“As ever.” She shivered. Barricade kissed her, nipping with his labial plates from one of her feet up to her access port. She made a variety of pants and whimpers and half-pleads. At one point, Barricade looked up. “Like you, isn’t she?” Starscream watched sitting on the ground, covering his module’s ready lights with his hand. Furtively, though, he imitated Barricade’s gesture, flicking the node at the tip. His heavy frame shuddering each time. How did Barricade stand it? He could probably drive himself to overload doing that.

Barricade growled in her ear. “Good little xeno, aren’t you?” She whimpered. “My xeno. Mine.” “Yes,” she said, breathlessly, squirming around at the insistent pulse of his datastream. “Ready to be my good little xeno again? Ready to take me?” His words came fast, in a breathless rush. “Ready?” “Yes,” she gasped. She raised her arms to touch his face—he pinned them over her head with one hand. “Mine,” he growled, and overloaded into her with a strange metallic groan. He collapsed heavily next to her.

The jet whimpered, his own module achingly ready. He tried to force it down, to suffer with it the way he had when Megatron refused to give him release, but the sight in front of him wouldn’t let that happen. Barricade recollected himself, slowly, with another groan, pushing himself off the ground. The human lay, her arms still pinned under his hand, her breath coming hard and deep. “Good heavens,” she said. “Think someone likes having an audience. That was…a bit much.”

Barricade retrieved his module, his fingers slick. “That WAS a bit much. Sorry.”

She swatted him on the arm, lightly. “No you’re not.”

He smiled back. “You’re right. I’m really not sorry. Take it you’re okay.”

“Mmhmm. How’s our friend?”

Barricade shot him a look that went straight to the truth. “He’s aroused and trying to deny it.”

“Be nice to him,” she said. “It is his first time.”

“Will. But first, to keep my filthy pervert credentials.” He spread her legs apart with his hands, licking the energon into his mouth in sharp, short licks of his glossa. She twitched at each probe. “Stop that,” she begged.

He looked at her over her belly, slowly dragging his blue-coated glossa up from her access port. “Want to make our guest as aroused as possible.”

“Is this all about him, then?”

“Hmmm,” Barricade pushed her thighs further apart, sliding his glossa hard against the top of her crevice. She screamed and spasmed against him. He rubbed his glossa a few more times against her, until she cried out, arching up again. “Not all about him,” he said, coolly. “But now it is.” He stood up. “You can watch if you like.” He winked at her.

“Shyeah. Like you could stop me.” June pushed herself upright, slowly, not really trusting her body to work. It had taken…a lot tonight. She wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and settled to watch.

Barricade approached the taller bot. It was cute, June decided. The jet held his module idly, nervously. Not knowing what to do with it. Looking embarrassed. Barricade pulled him into another fierce kiss, pinning his head with one of his hands. The jet’s own hands fluttered, one slowly going to stroke Barricade’s shoulder.

“Enjoy that?” Barricade said.

“It was…informative.”

Barricade’s hand tightened on Starscream’s neck. “NOT what I asked.”

The jet ducked his eyes. “Yes.”

The smaller bot leaned in close, whispering into the jet’s audio receptors. “You like watching, don’t you?” The jet trembled. “Wait till you try it yourself.” He pried Starscream’s module from his hand and looked at the ready lights with amusement. “Really like watching, I mean.” The jet went to cover the module with his hand. Barricade batted it away, lifting the module to his mouth. He looked Starscream in the eye as he probed the module with his glossa.

“I-I can’t,” the jet gasped.

Barricade paused. “I think you will.”

“The human is watching.”

“Only fair. You watched her.” Barricade pulled the module in his mouth, his glossa wrapping around it, squeezing against the datastream. The jet moaned, his eyes locked on Barricade’s. The smaller bot pulled him in again, kissing him with the tip of his glossa. The jet could feel the connector cables, his own module in Barricade’s mouth. He explored, delicately, his cooling fans kicking on. Barricade slipped a hand down and brushed the jet’s access port. The jet’s body spasmed, his long talons slicing the air. He melted against the smaller robot, quivering.

The jet whimpered, tasting his own overload in Barricade’s mouth—it was dark and musky and cool, not at all unpleasant. Barricade released him with one final tease across his labial plating, unspooling his glossa from the jet’s module and handing it back to him with a teasing formality. The jet’s ventilation was still not under his control. “Find your xeno,” Barricade said, his voice husky.

“But I—we?”

Barricade looked back over his shoulder, where June was sitting, eyes wide. Her breath rate just about matched the jet’s. “I think I have some unfinished business here.”