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Interruption	By : swordqueen Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 2333 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Interruption
- 2-Improvisation:Fail
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A/N another kink I wrote I kinda liked. Maybe you will to. If you like dominant Barricade. Rowrf.

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“Primus!” Sideways exclaimed, as he veered into the parking lot to debrief with Barricade. “Patrol is so BORING!”

“I thought you’d be thankful for that.”

“Ha ha. Aren’t you hilarious.” The silver Audi rolled to a stop, nose-to-nose with the Saleen. “I don’t like fighting. That doesn’t mean I like having my processor rot from sheer boredom.”

“You could find some way to make it more interesting.” Barricade really didn’t care about Sideways and his whining. He wasn’t a huge fan of fighting himself, but he knew that a job was a job. You did what you had to do.

“I tried EVERYTHING. All my tactical drills—which was fun for a while on that ‘superhighway’ thing. But, then it was just too easy.”

“Glad to see you’re keeping a nice low profile,” Barricade said, dryly. So THAT’s what had been behind all those calls clogging up his police scanner.

“Oh you don’t really care about that, do you? Mr. ‘To Punish and Enslave’? Like no one’s going to notice that?”

“It’s subtle.”

“Frag subtle.”

“Autobots see you, they’re gonna pound the sludge out of you.”

Sideways laughed. “They’re going to have to catch me, first, aren’t they?” His engine thrummed. Barricade turned his attention back to his scanner, hoping to hear some sign of the Allspark fragment. A pretender drone had been sent—under Soundwave’s control—to try to trick the disgusting human male to revealing its location. “Speaking of pounding the sludge….”

“What is it now?” Barricade said, irritably. Sideways pushed back into his robot mode. “How long’s it been for you?”

“It?” Barricade flipped through his channels. His scanner blatted static as he felt talons brush against his headlamps. “What the--?”

“Come on, Cade. IT. Interfacing. You know you want to.”

“I know Megatron’s going to rip off my arm if we don’t get some actionable intelligence. Maybe we should go after the fema—would you stop that?”

“Stop what?” Sideways snickered, licking his way along the windshield seam. “Oh, this?” He traced an idle finger around the inner rim of one of Barricade’s tires.

“Unnnnnnhhhh, yeah.” Barricade’s voice was a little…dim. “Look, we have this…mission….” Sideways smirked, leaning over to wedge his glossa in the fine wiring under Barricade’s lightbar. “The mission,” he repeated, weakly.

“The mission can wait. Come on. Five—ten decakliks? What do you think we’re going to miss?”

“Let our guard down. Get caught.” He was trying to say the right things, but he felt his resistance erode. Quickly.

“Let it down. Just for a bit, Barricade. I’m so bored. And horny. And you’re so…fraggin,” Sideways stroked long fingers along the sweep of Barricade’s hood, “hot.”

He was hot all right—Barricade felt his external heat sinks hum to life. “Fine,” he grumbled. He unfolded from his alt mode, hands coming up to grab Sideways’s. “Be careful what you start, Sideways.”

Sideways tittered, running a teasing glossa against Barricade’s mouth.

“Maybe,” Barricade said, with one last token gesture of resistance, “we should find some privacy.” The school parking lot was deserted after dark, like now, but if anyone just happened to drive by….

Sideways ducked his head against Barricade’s throat, lightly nipping at the energon line. He murmured, “Gets me off that we might be caught.”

“Thought you—“ Barricade’s next objection was cut short by Sideways’s hard kiss on his mouth. Barricade felt his hands fly to Sideways’s interface panel. It had been too long—so long he no longer had it in his memory cache—and his rebooting interface systems were taking up an enormous amount of his processing power right now. He began stroking Sideways’s already-released spike with eager hands, feeling, reveling in the feeling of the lubricant slicking and slipping through his talons.

“Yeahhhhh,” Sideways sighed, pushing his pelvic frame forward. “Would you? Primus that feels SO good.” Barricade rubbed the spike, feeling the prickle from the charging sensor nodes building rapidly.

Sideways clutched at Barricade’s shoulders, staggering his weight against him. As the silver mech crested into an overload, he buried a cry in one of Barricade’s upper arm tires. Barricade grunted at the semi-pain of the bite, feeling the hot spray of Sideways’s transfluid against one of his thighs. He held his hand up to Sideways, who licked it off, before looking down at the silver mess on Barricade’s black armor. “You’re a mess, Barricade.”

“I’d say you owe me,” Barricade said, neutrally.

“I do?”

Barricade grabbed Sideways by a wing fairing. So…nice to have a mech with a similar design. He knew exactly how sensitive those were. He spun the silver mech around, pushing one foot into Sideways’s doubled leg joint. Sideways obediently sank to his knees. Barricade knelt behind him, unsheathing his own spike. He pushed the clear lubricant down the length with one hand before sinking it into Sideways’s valve. They both gave a shuddering sigh.

Barricade reached forward, one hand sweeping across the windshield that protected the back of Sideways’s head. Flaw in Sideways’s design, he thought to himself. He settled for running his talons against the sensitive arm cables, causing the silver mech to gasp, writhing against Barricade’s spike. His spike surged with pressure. He began working his spike in the valve, growling softly as he felt the charge build across his sensors.

The blast of a pulse rifle over their heads caused them both to jump back. “Have you no shame!” A white Crown Vic, blue lightbar across the top.

Barricade growled in frustration, turning to face the Autobot interloper. “Have you no fraggin’ manners?!”

“You can’t do this! It’s obscene!”

“That’s the general idea,” Sideways drawled, rising to his feet. He deployed his saw weapon.

“I fraggin’ told you this would happen,” Barricade snarled at Sideways.

“Don’t worry. We’ll take care of him then get back to business.”

“Easy for you to say,” Barricade snapped. “You already got off.”

“All over you,” Sideways snickered. Which did not make Barricade feel any better. He bladed a hand down his fluid-marked thigh before deploying his own close quarters weapon and moving towards Prowl. Prowl blasted them with his sidearm, winging Sideways, who howled, his saw weapon grinding to a stop. “Better idea,” Sideways gasped. “Continue this later.”

Fraggin’ Sideways. Useless in a fight. But Barricade’s interface systems were tracking Sideways as he dodged backward, preparing to flee. He covered Sidways’s retreat. “Isn’t over,” he snarled at Prowl before he whirled to follow.

*****

“Fraggin’ PROWL!” Barricade raged, two local solars later. “It had to be Prowl.” He and Sideways had finished their business, later, in a more private place (a parking garage), but the insult of Prowl’s interruption still stung Barricade.

“He’s a total prude,” Sideways agreed. They were rolling down the highway together. Not the best way to patrol, but Barricade compensated by having his police scanner tuned to monitor three different jurisdictions. If anything weird happened on the roads (and where else would they see it—they certainly couldn’t get into any of the undersized dwellings the humans cowered in), he’d hear about it.

“More than that,” Barricade grumbled. “He’s a judgmental prude. Like he couldn’t have let us finish?” “He probably gets off on it. Seems something a total square like that would get off on.” “And what’s more,” Barricade was in a high dudgeon. Sideways knew better than to interrupt when the interceptor got like this. “He stole my fraggin’ alt mode. MY alt mode.”

“Great minds think alike?” Sideways offered. “Shut up, Sideways.” They rolled in silence for several miles, Sideways nimbly dodging the traffic that dashed out of the way of Barricade’s flashing police lights. “Soooo?” he finally asked.

“So?”

“You’re pissed. What do you want to do about it?”

“Get unpissed.”

“Have a plan?”

“Maybe. Get in front of me.”

*****

Prowl heard the car chase blare across his police scanner. A silver Audi, driving recklessly fast. He knew who that had to be. Decepticons, in this area. The fact they weren’t trying to keep their presence a secret worried him. It was illogical. And he hated illogic. Something was up. But the only way to find it was to chase down the lead. He rocketed to the locations as the police channel fed them to him, easily outdistancing the local sheriff’s cars.

Yes. It was that damn Decepticon. Being pursued, closely enough that the Saleen was riding in the draft, by Barricade.
Sideways and Barricade cut across three lanes of traffic to an off ramp. Prowl raced to follow, blaring his siren in hopes that the humans would get out of the way of their wild flight.

Sideways slid his rear axle in an arc, plowing through a bar and into a parking garage. Prowl followed, aware that Barricade was drifting along beside him, but unable to stop him, as the Saleen suddenly shoved against him, driving him into a concrete support pole. Prowl howled in pain. The two screeched to a halt, pushing into their robot modes, heads bent in the low-ceiling of the parking garage. Prowl braced himself for another assault. He revved his engine in reverse, but the impact had broken his engine mounts. His self-repair was racing to repair it, but right now, he was immobile

Sideways landed, hard, on his dented hood, followed an instant later by Barricade’s talon, spiderwebbing Prowl’s windshield. Prowl bit down a cry as his pain sensors redlined. He could handle this, he told himself. Foolish to be caught alone by two of them. Underestimated them.

“Primus YES!” Sideways cried out. Barricade was driving his spike into the Audi’s valve with force enough to rock Prowl against his tires. Prowl had no choice but to watch, helplessly, as they drove each other to overload, Sideways moaning, his hands skating along Barricade’s back kibble; Barricade’s mouth hard on Sideways’s throat. Prowl felt the overload as Sideways shuddered against him, dropping his head back against Prowl’s hood.

Disgusting, Prowl thought. Undignified. He waited for some taunt, some renewed assault, but Sideways just jumped off his hood. Barricade slicked the liquid off his spike, splattering it disdainfully across Prowl’s windscreen, and they left without a word.

*****

Prowl was…tormented. The filthy Decepticons. He couldn’t stop thinking about them, their wanton actions, the noise, the motion. He could feel the pounding rhythm of Barricade’s thrusts still whenever he was in vehicle mode. Every silver European car sent a frisson of…something through him. Every blue-and-red light bar light him up with an ashamed desire. It didn’t help that he’d caught them two more times, one just pawing at each other, the second with Barricade braced against the wall of a Post Office, Sideways on his knees, his mouth eager on Barricade’s spike. Barricade had been staring skyward, unseeing with lust.

It made Prowl shiver. In disgust, yes. Civilized mechs did not do such things, especially not in public. But also he shivered in desire. There was something primal in their displays of naked lust that was foreign to him. Fascinating. And so, every time he was on patrol, he had his police scanner tuned, his optics alert for them.

*****

“Ready?” Barricade asked.

“Ready to interface? Are you kidding me?” Sideways bragged.

“You know what I mean. That’s three times he stopped us. He didn’t take our friendly warning."

“I know my job.”

“Good.”

*****

Prowl heard the police scanner fill with static. And then a voice, speaking Cybertronian. So long with the humans, so long under Prime’s directive to speak only English in front of the humans, so they felt safe and not scared of their giant visitors…his own language poured its welcome syllables in his audio.

“Tired of you following me,” Barricade said. “Time we had this out. You, me.” He gave the address of an old auto repair shop on the far outskirts of town. He cut the connection before Prowl could reply. Not that Prowl would have trusted himself to sound coherent.

He raced to the garage, rolling in through its off-track door. Barricade stood under the hydraulic lift, arms down by his sides, silhouetted from the early evening light pouring in the windows at the back of the shop, catching in the dust. “Have you no fear of getting spotted by the humans?” Prowl asked.

“Fear? Of humans?” Barricade scoffed. “But this isn’t about them. It’s about you.”

Prowl had no choice. He hoped he was in far enough not to be spotted from the street, and rose to his robot mode. “It’s about being safe.”

Barricade smirked. “Ironic choice of words,” he said. Before Prowl could process what he might mean, he felt a steel cable snap around his throat, jerking him sideways. He fell heavily on his side, hands clutching for the cable, which had already sunk itself around his armor and into his neck cables. His blue optics turned up to see Sideways, grinning down at him, just before a silver elbow crashed down upon his helm.

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It was a cycle later when he rebooted, according to his chrono, and he was bound. His arms were tied behind him, more steel cable figure-8ed around the armor. The cable still dug into his throat, holding him up, kneeling, against the wide pole of one of the pneumatic lifts. He became aware of noise, and cycled his optics to lowlight. The two ‘cons were writhing on the floor, Sideways pushing his spike languorously against Barricade’s valve.

The black and white ‘con’s vents came in gasps, his hands clawing desperately at Sideways’s back. He arched his back, suddenly, crying out, his talons sinking into Sideways’s armor. They collapsed together for a moment, the sounds of cooling fans filling the room. Sideways turned his head.

“Oh look,” he said, “He’s awake.” He pushed back to his knees; Barricade sitting up.

Prowl watched in disgust as the transfluid pooled out of Barricade’s valve in a large silvery puddle on the floor. “Let me go,” Prowl said. “You have no reason to keep me. My absence will be noticed, and they will look for me.”

“We have a few cycles before that happens,” Barricade said, calmly.

“I will tell you nothing.”

The two ‘cons laughed. “Haven’t you figured out we don’t care? We’re just fraggin’ tired of you following us around and trying to get in the way.”

“We decided,” Barricade added, “If you want to get in the way so much, we’d be nice little enemies. And get you in the way.” He approached Prowl, his interface panel a handspan from Prowl’s face. Prowl could smell the ozone of a recent overload, as well as the tangy metallic scent of transfluid. “I won’t!” Prowl turned his head aside.

“You will,” Barricade said, gently. “Just not yet.” He dropped down, and Prowl gasped as he felt his thighs spread apart, and the ‘con’s mouth hot on his spike panel. His spike released itself into the ‘con’s mouth. Barricade laughed, the sound from the vocalizer sending vibrations through the spike that caused Prowl to stiffen and gasp.

Sideways hummed in his audio, wrapping his arms over Prowl’s shoulders from behind. “Primus, just look at him, will you? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Prowl moaned, as Barricade’s glossa rubbed an electrostatic charge against the nodes in his spike. He felt the charge rise, felt his hips begin to push upward against Barricade’s mouth. Sideways’s hands worked into sensitive seams in his armor, teasing him, distracting him to the point of losing control. Just as the charge was about to push him into overload, Barricade pulled away.

Prowl found himself squirming in frustration. Sideways leaned over his shoulder, kissing at Barricade’s lubricant-slathered mouth. “Pull him up,” Barricade murmured. Sideways nodded, and hit the controls for the lift, which raised Sideways up almost to his feet, the cables pulling painfully against his shoulder gyros.

“My turn,” Sideways said, coming around the pole. “You like that, Autobot?” Sideways whispered. He revealed his spike, stroking it openly in front of Prowl.

Prowl tried to avert his optics, but they kept being drawn back to the spectacle, the lubricant catching in the light of a streetlamp streaming in the window. “You like this, too?” Sideways wriggled his hips, sinking his spike in Prowl’s valve. Prowl cried out, feeling the hot alien slickness against him, the charge Sideways had already built up in his spike shocking Prowl’s disused nodes. Sideways laughed as he pushed gently in and out of the valve. He seemed in no hurry to finish. Prowl moaned as desire rose in his sensor net.

The helplessness of his situation gave him no real choice. He couldn’t fight. He could only…enjoy. His head lolled back, his optics offlining as he gave into the sensations building across his interface system. It took a few kliks for the interface systems to switch from spike to valve, and when they did he felt an almost paralyzing rush of sensation. He heard himself cry out, his frame stiffening against the approaching release. And Sideways stopped, dropping his weight, his spike sliding from the valve.

“You want him?” Prowl heard the raspy voice in his ear. “You want him to finish?”

“Yes!” Prowl heard himself say. He tried to rub his thighs together, to push just that much more charge into his valve, to overload himself. “Please!”

“Going to have to earn it,” Barricade whispered. He sank his denta into Prowl’s neck cables, as Prowl felt the pneumatic lift lower him back to his knees. He knew what they wanted him to do. Worse, he wanted to do it.

He greedily took Sideways’s spike in his mouth, tasting the charge, the lubricant, the heat from friction with his own valve. It was naughty, filthy, wicked. It was everything he tried not to be. Everything he fought against recognizing in himself. But here…he let himself go. His glossa sought out the nodes on the spike, rubbing them with charge, aware that he was moaning, wildly, hearing Barricade dimly whisper encouragements in his audio.

“You like it, don’t you?” Barricade murmured. “Bet your Autobot friends don’t do this.” No, Prowl thought. They don’t. And they couldn’t know. What they’d think of him if they knew…. If they knew he’d do this. Knew that he liked it. Sideways groaned, and Prowl felt a wash of heat in his mouth.

“Yes,” Barricade whispered, as Prowl tentatively swallowed. The action across the spike nodes caused Sideways to gasp, his hands clutching at Prowl’s shoulder armor. “Good.” Prowl felt his hips hauled back by one of Barricade’s arms, a rubber tire pressing against his midsection. He felt another hot slickness—Barricade’s spike, slide into his valve. He swallowed the rest of the transfluid hastily, tilting his head away from Sideways.

“Not as gentle as Sideways,” Barricade muttered. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it.” His bound hands bent out of the way as Barricade pushed hard into his valve. The pressure on his shoulders was partially relieved by Sideways, pushing forward against his shoulder, nuzzling in his neck. Barricade went slowly for the first few thrusts, almost as if testing the binding. T

hen, with a growl, he dug his talons into Prowl’s bound arms, and began driving hard against the Autobot’s valve. Prowl heard himself cry out with each thrust, his body quivering. His hands ached to touch something—they could only grab at Barricade’s belly as he thrust forward. “Tell me you want it!” Barricade insisted.

“Yes. Please!”

“The Autobots don’t do it like this, do they?” Sideways murmured, running his hands down Prowl’s chassis, laughing as Prowl’s entire body trembled.

“Noooo.” Prowl’s systems were primed to overload. Twice denied, delayed, it was building faster and harder than he thought possible. He screamed, his vocalizer volume so loud that it blanked his own audio, as the overload tore through his systems, his body spasming between the two ‘cons. Barricade roared just as he was coming out of it, and he felt the surge of Barricade’s own overload against his valve, tumbling him into another, ebbing overload.

He sagged against Sideways’s shoulders, drained. “We should, of course,” Sideways murmured in his audio, “kill you now.” Prowl went rigid. They were the enemy. What had he been thinking?

“We won’t,” Barricade said, pulling his spike out of Prowl’s valve. Prowl felt a trickle of transfluid down his thigh plates. Filthy. He shivered. “This one was free. Next one won’t be.”

“And there will be a next one,” Sideways said, reaching over and unhooking the latch that held Prowl’s arms to the pneumatic lift, “won’t there? You know your Autobot friends won’t do it the way you like.”

Prowl fell forward, the cables binding his wrists falling slack. He caught himself roughly on the palm of one hand. “The way you need,” Barricade echoed.

They were right. Why Prowl had given up so long ago on interfacing: Primus knew his ‘friends’ did their best, but…he was always so in control. And he needed, he NEEDED, to lose control. To NOT be in control. That was part of his release. He’d never had it before. Not with Optimus. Not with Jazz: both so caring and considerate, always asking if this was all right or could they…? “Go,” he muttered, trying to push his own shame at them. “Get out of my sight.” Barricade bent over him again.

“We’ll make it harder for you to find us, next time. Just so even you know it’s all you. All your desire.” Barricade turned to go, gritty dust crunching under his footplates. Sideways high-fived him at the back door.

“That’s us, Cade,” Sideways grinned, cheekily, “winning the war one overload at a time.”
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