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Shadows of Tomorrow

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651

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Harley: It’s the sex chapter you’ve been waiting so long for. Robot sex. Plug’n’Play, because really, what’s the point of having robot sex if they don’t act like robots?

Froggy: As we said, based on some essay about robot sex. In an effort to make it warm and cuddly there’s touching as well, but it’s mostly plug.

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Chapter Seven: Warehouse Full Of Merge

Hotwire had spent the night recharging, and came online refreshed and ready to spend the day fleeing. In the distance she could hear Barricade and Frenzy's voices arguing. She ignored them and stretched a few times in Bipedal mode, then slipped back into motorcycle mode and turned on her hologram. It occurred to her as she did so that she needed a different hologram. One that wasn't identical to Barricade's. After all, that had gotten her noticed last time. She wanted something nondescript. This was what she was thinking as she drove up beside a sullen Barricade, "It's morning, time to get moving," she said calmly.

Barricade checked his internal chronometer, which had been adjusted to local Earth time, and found that it was morning. The night wasn't as restful as he hoped, but his cells were charged for another day. His engine purred to life, and the Decepticon drove out of the ditch onto the rarely-travelled road.

"I need to find a new driver hologram," Hotwire said simply, "Not everybody notices that our holograms are identical, but it draws more attention than we need. Plus that's one of the things the Autobots are looking for."

Barricade contemplated that. Both of them having the same human male driving them was a dead giveaway, "That is agreeable,” he told her, taking to the road and driving towards civilization, "While we're at it, it may be wise to change the rest of your appearance as well to throw off the Autobots. I understand that certain police forces use your model."

"Again?!" Hotwire sighed, "Okay, but this will be the last time. And we'll have to wait until we see one too; law enforcement usually customises their vehicles in some way; it's not just a paint job."

"Understood,” Barricade replied gruffly. The Decepticon scout seemed quieter than usual, less prone to conversation. Something was on his mind. Whatever it was, Barricade didn't look willing to give it away, focused on the task at hand; finding a new disguise for Hotwire.

Hotwire knew instinctively the best place to find a new Hologram was the city. They were heading east again, out of Arizona and into a state called New Mexico. Humans were strange like that, Hotwire considered. Acting as if a name made something new. The state was pretty old in some of its inhabitant's beliefs.

Barricade's thoughts, on the other hand, were fully focused on the tactical aspects of their travel. They were putting as much distance between them and the Autobots as possible, and the further they drove out, the less likely their enemies would pick up the trail again.

After several hours of driving, they eventually came to a small town, the name of which Hotwire wasn't concerned with. They were here to pick up the image of a nondescript individual who would never notice that their body had been doubled, and wouldn't attract attention for being on a motorbike. Hotwire's notes on the country of the USA was that 'white' Americans aged 30 to 40 were generally accepted as stereotypically trustworthy and honest, so she started looking for a suitable one.

"Try finding one in biker gear and a helmet,” Barricade suggested to her as they drove on.

It took about thirty minutes of looking. Hotwire noticed that almost 40% of the population appeared to be Hispanic, a group of people who had been stereotyped as criminal and untrustworthy. She could layer biker gear over a new hologram if she needed to, by referencing the Internet. Eventually she spotted a nondescript white female with brown hair who looked in her late twenties or early thirties. She would have to do. Hotwire scanned the human and stored the memory for later alteration. Changing holograms in the middle of the street would definitely draw attention.

They pulled into a side-street, and Hotwire changed her hologram there. She finished the job by downloading the image of a biker's helmet over the hologram’s face, along with knee and elbow-pads. Nothing else was really important. The whole thing took about a minute. The woman didn't stand out in any way, but that was the point, "That's me done," she told Barricade and Frenzy, "Now let's see if these idiotic meatbags actually notice anything."

Barricade looked over her new holographic appearance. Cybertronians did not understand the concept of human beauty, and in fact, humans looked rather ridiculous to them. At best, a Cybertronian could figure out the average human appearance to conform to it, and it seemed to Barricade that Hotwire had pulled it off, "Unlikely. Even if they weren't semi-conscious at the best of times, I think your disguise would fool them,” he assured her.

They started to drive again, and indeed, nobody noticed the change. This might have had to do with the fact that most of the people on the street had moved on. Meanwhile, Hotwire's new hologram was as influential on her behaviour as a coat of paint on a house.

"It would be so easy to conquer this world,” Barricade commented, watching the oblivious human beings around him. Hotwire's disguise was working perfectly; she was unnoticed.

"I don't advise you try it," Hotwire pointed out, "Most people who try such things are insane or stupid. Look at Megatron for one."

"Megatron was not stupid,” Barricade said, defending his former leader, although it was notable that he didn't try to deflect Hotwire's other accusation, "This planet isn't worth it, anyway."

"It wouldn't do as anything more than an outpost," Hotwire agreed, "Either way, it's still their planet, not ours. If we took over this planet and started eating up all of its resources, putting nothing back, we'd be as bad as they are. It's bad enough that we destroyed our own planet with war," she added.

Barricade grunted, unsure of how to take that statement. He still was of the opinion that some wars had to be fought, and the one on Cybertron certainly qualified. Still, it was a waste that so much had to be destroyed in the process, and for what? The Allspark had been destroyed.

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The three of them – well, the two of them, technically - had been driving for hours now, and Hotwire needed a place to cool down her tires. Besides, Barricade had been somewhat quiet all day. It was true that she didn't know him that well, but it still worried her, which surprised her. An abandoned warehouse that was due for demolition in a few months seemed to be the best place to stretch her bipedal form. A body could get seriously cramped by sticking in their vehicle form all the time.

Barricade fully agreed, driving inside the old warehouse and unfolding into his regular form, stretching out his joints and unused motors. Frenzy almost immediately left his compartment and began to scout out the area, chattering to himself as he went.

There was almost nothing in the warehouse. A few tables, some boxes, and nothing else. There were some signs of people coming in and writing on the walls, but Hotwire was fairly confident that any person who did that sort of thing was not going to report giant robots to the authorities.

Barricade settled himself to the floor, resting against a support pillar. The day of driving was a tiring experience, but it was worth it. Now that they had some distance between them and the Auto-bozos, they could rest easier.

Hotwire sat down and leant against the wall opposite, then looked up at Barricade, "Is there... something on your processor?" she hazarded a guess. After a brief silence she added, "Because you've been rather quiet today." Her electric blue visor was looking straight at his optics of burning red.

"I'm always quiet,” Barricade told her. It may have been true, but it wasn't an answer.

"Hmmm..." for now, Hotwire seemed to be prepared to accept that as an answer. She seemed unsure of what to talk about. They hadn't been pursued all day, and there was little to discuss at the moment. She was starting to almost miss the junkyard. At least there was something for her to do there.

Barricade watched the bored neutral, and he felt somewhat... guilty for holding back his thoughts. He knew he shouldn't, but the feeling was there anyway, "I've been wondering about what would happen if we ran into more Decepticons,” he spoke.

"Oh?" Hotwire looked up again. She gave the situation some seconds thought, but couldn't focus on it properly. She decided she didn't know what would happen, "What do you think would happen?" she asked him.

Barricade stared over at her, thinking his words over carefully. He didn't like the implications of that meeting, and he was sure she wouldn't either, "I think my superior would have you executed,” he said finally.

Hotwire blinked. Then she stood up, and Barricade was almost certain that she was trembling slightly, "I think the best thing for me to do, is to leave now," she said, almost completely calmly - there was a slight tremor to her voice.

Not again, Barricade didn't want to have to convince her to stay every day, but that seemed to be the trend, "They would destroy you because they don't understand you,” he said quickly, getting to his feet, "But I do."

"That's very kind of you, but I don't want to be executed, not even if you do understand me," Hotwire replied. She too didn't like the thought that she was considering leaving twice in two days.

"They aren't here now!" Barricade growled suddenly, surprised by his own passion. The Decepticon took a step closer and, with anger in his voice, asked her, "Do you think I am going to hurt you?"

It was the most ridiculous question ever, and he knew it. Barricade was a Decepticon, what the hell did she think he did to Autobots? And it got a most deservedly ridiculous answer.

"No, of course not!" Hotwire answered, somewhat surprised by the fact that she was telling the truth, "I just think it would be better to be prepared. It's nothing personal, it's just that I have an aversion to receiving an agonising and painful death."

"Can't you wait a while?" Barricade asked her, the annoyance evident in his grating voice, "You're always trying to rush off on me when there is no immediate reason for it!"

"Why do you even want me around?" Hotwire asked, her temper flaring up again, "I repaired you and Frenzy, and the Autobots are looking for me and you together now. You don't need me anymore!"

"It has nothing to do with needing you!" Barricade shouted at her, as if hoping that increasing the volume of his voice would make her understand any better, "We are a good team, Hotwire, and I enjoy spending time with you. I can actually talk with you without worrying about you stabbing me in the back. Do you have any idea how rare that is for me?"

"No!" Hotwire shouted back, "But you want me around even though you have no need for me to be here! Do you have any idea how rare that is for me?!"

"...Yes,” Barricade replied at last, his shoulders slumping as he stood there in front of her, "People only keep you around because of what you can do for them. I doubt that anyone has ever asked you to stay when they didn’t need you. Well, I'm asking it of you now."

Hotwire just stood there. She didn't know what to say or do. Rare was an understatement. Perhaps it hadn't happened because she hadn't let it happen. But that didn't make things any easier, "It just seems better for us all that I leave," she said finally. That didn't mean she wanted to though.

"Not to me,” Barricade spoke sharply, "It just seems like running away. You don't have to leave now, Hotwire, and you don't want to." It was a gamble to try and guess what she was thinking, but a part of the scout desperately hoped that was how she felt.

"Well... no, I don't..." Hotwire admitted, "But... oh, this is useless! I don't understand any of this! It's not logical for me to stay, it only makes things harder, and I can look after myself! Why should I want to stay? There's no good reason for it!" She was confused, and that meant she was getting scared, and that meant she was getting angry.

If she wasn't calmed down, things were likely to turn ugly. Pushing down any reservations or doubts he had, Barricade stepped closer, "It's because you have feelings for me, isn't it?" he asked her, making her focus on his words and search for the truth of it in her own mind, "That's why you enjoy being closer to me. That's why you tried to protect me. That's why you are having trouble leaving now."

"Um... maybe..." Hotwire admitted, "But it still doesn't make any sense... I mean it does... a little... but...
what about you?" she asked finally, almost in desperation. At least she didn't sound angry any more.

Barricade had already figured the answer to that question out, even though he tried to deny it. A little push here and there from Frenzy made him realise and accept what was going on, "Yes,” the robot spoke, at last voicing the truth out loud, "Yes, I do have feelings for you, Hotwire."

Hotwire almost went offline at those words. Barricade had feelings for her? Why? "Oh," she said finally, "Well that's... something new."

Barricade was starting to realise that Hotwire had just as little experience of affection as he did, "It is,” he admitted, staring into her visor. He couldn't recall ever receiving genuine affection from anyone, and he never gave much of it for that matter. Deciding to say what they both were thinking, he added, "I... don't know what to do with it."

Hotwire was still shaking slightly, and her hands had clenched into tight fists, "I... I'm not used to this sort of... anything," she said, her voice shaking, "I'm no good at it. I really should leave right now..." She turned away from him and started walking quickly towards the warehouse's exit, ready to transform and drive away.

But Barricade was taller, and his footsteps reached Hotwire before she could get away. His hand clamped down on her arm, holding her to that spot, "Don't go,” he told her, but it didn't sound like a command or a threat.

Hotwire felt her Spark give a flutter for no apparent reason as she turned to face Barricade again. She wasn’t trying to fight his grip either, "You want me to stay," she said finally, as if it was something she was only now realising. For all her intelligence, she sure could be dumb sometimes.

A sound emitted from Barricade, cut off short, sounding like it may have been a snort of suppressed laughter. He still held onto Hotwire's arm, not painfully, but firmly, "Yes, I want you to stay,” he repeated.

Hotwire scowled at Barricade briefly, but felt a sudden need to embrace him again. This time she held back. It was still difficult for her to grasp the concept that somebody wanted her around as she looked up into Barricade's red optics. There was still some confusion in her expression, and she clearly didn't know what to say or do.

Barricade smirked. He could still see the confusion in her expression, but she wasn't resisting him. He was lost much like her, but they couldn't just stand there like that forever. He did what he had enjoyed back in that parking lot and embraced Hotwire's smaller form.

After a few seconds, Hotwire's arm shifted slightly. Instead of being crossed over her chassis and protecting her, it was resting lightly on the heavy armour of Barricade's chassis. Her other arm wrapped around his back - at least as much as she was able considering his size. The result of that was that they were just a little bit closer than before.

To Barricade, it felt like his circuits were overheating. He didn't know why, but the feeling intensified the closer he was to her. His metal fingers slid down her back, exploring the bodywork of her far slimmer form, feeling an electric tingle between them.

Hotwire rested her cheek on Barricade’s chassis, and her spark gave another shiver. She didn't understand these feelings properly, they confused her... but for once she wasn't scared, so she didn't need to get angry. Her slender, sensitive fingers slid a little way under the armour on Barricade's back, touching some of the wires there lightly.

Barricade let out a soft moan, but not one of pain. It was unusual to have anyone touch under his armour like that. The mechanics beneath were very sensitive to touch, but the way Hotwire probed there... well, it felt good.

Hotwire halted her movements, though the tips of her fingers were still under Barricade's armour. With a little difficulty, she spoke, "It's s-strange..." she said awkwardly, "But... b-being close to you makes me feel... safer than any bomb shelter or medical tent ever did."

Barricade reached up to her face, resting his hand on her cheek, his fingers stroking the back of her head affectionately, "I... I know what you mean,” he whispered. It wasn't so much a sense of safety that he felt though, but rather... belonging.

Hotwire looked up at Barricade. He was far from perfect, she knew. He certainly wasn’t kind or gentle. He was aggressive and violent and loud and sometimes cruel... but he cared about her, and she got the distinct impression that he was showing her emotions that he would never show anybody else.

Gentle certainly wasn't among Barricade's usual qualities, but here he did his best to be gentle with the smaller robot for fear of breaking her. That was the last thing he wanted to happen now as he returned her gesture, very carefully slipping his larger fingers into the cracks and joints of her armour, touching the sensitive wiring underneath, letting her have the same sensation that he did.

A low whine of motors left Hotwire's bodywork as Barricade's fingers touched her gently. Her Spark gave another tremble, already flaring slightly. Something was going to happen, something important and wonderful. Hotwire might have had little experience, but she wasn't naive. Even if she didn't understand what she was feeling, she knew what their actions might lead to, and if she could have, she would have blushed fiercely. Instead, she drew a little closer to Barricade.

He too had an understanding of what was happening, and a part of him had a hard time believing it. Barricade had never been this close to anyone before. He had never really wanted to be. No one had ever seemed worth the intimacy of merging, until Hotwire. The taller robot bent down carefully to bring their metal faces together, kissing her slowly.

Hotwire's optics widened briefly, then closed again as she savoured the feel of it. Her Spark was flaring now, not so fiercely that she couldn't control it, but enough to make her body tremble. Her fingers moved from Barricade's back to his face, pulling him down. She wasn't afraid of this. She wasn't afraid of ANYTHING. And she wanted Barricade to be himself; fierce, aggressive, possessive, and to show these qualities for her.

An electric crackle erupted between them briefly as Barricade tightened his grip on the smaller femme, kissing her harder, a low rumble coming from his motors. He wanted her. He wanted her more than anything else. Being left behind on Earth, the Allspark’s destruction... those things seemed irrelevant in that moment. Hotwire was of the greatest importance as his hands further explored her, moving all over her front, back, and sides, sliding back armour panels and teasing exposed circuits and motors, feeling the charge of her systems.

Hotwire gave a loud moan of pleasure, and the hand that had been on Barricade's chassis started to move, trailing down his side, causing armour plate to shift, making Barricade shudder somewhat. Encouraged, she parted more armour and her fingers moved over vital wires and pistons, moaning into the kiss even as she did so.

More jolts of energy leapt between their steel bodies, and Barricade uncovered more fragile circuitry, feeling and groping at Hotwire, his touch needful, possessive. He wanted her, he would have her, and she wasn’t put off by that. His Spark throbbed at the thoughts and sensations, the closeness. Looming over her, Barricade pushed Hotwire towards the warehouse floor.

Hotwire landed on her back with a grunt, denting the cement floor as she pulled Barricade with her, holding him over her. This time she kissed him, writhing as her body became more excited by his touch. Both her hands were moving all over him now and she was seriously aroused by his treatment of her as her Spark continued to flare excitably in response.

Barricade pushed Hotwire down against the floor, his weight pressing down on top of her as he returned her heated kiss, groans of pleasure rising up from him. His own Spark was flashing and pulsing uncontrollably, pulling him towards her as if with a magnetic force. Their sensitive spots touched, their circuits grinding together, electricity running over their chassis.

Hotwire's hands located the armour that usually covered the casing for Barricade's Spark, on his chassis. Still moaning with pleasure as his weight pressed heavily on her, she slid the armour aside and started to tease his vital wires, "Barricade..." she gasped, her lips moving against his.

Barricade moaned loudly in pleasure as his most vulnerable spot of all was opened to Hotwire, her lithe fingers moving around inside. The pleasure was better than any other the scout had experienced, and he wanted more, wanted to share it with her. His larger hands found where her own Spark was housed and pulled the chassis open, feeling around it as he kissed her roughly, "Hotwire,” he murmured, pressing down on her.

Hotwire gave another moan, writhing in pleasure under Barricade, her weight and movements leaving deep scars in the cement, "Harder... rougher..." she pleaded with him breathlessly, "As hard as you can bear..." As if to emphasize her point, her hands pushed aside more armour and went deeper into Barricade's body, squeezing and tugging his wires, treading the thin line between pleasure and pain.

Barricade hissed, the sensation was so intense, and he too writhed at her touch. His red eyes pulsed and glowed brighter. He knew all about being rough. Suddenly, he clutched at Hotwire's wrists and pinned her metal arms to the concrete floor. He held himself over her, looking down into her blue optics, "You're mine now, Neutral,” he growled, and the large robot began to grind himself against her, exposed wiring jolting with energy as they met, circuits overheated, and their sparks emerging from inside their chassis to meet.

Hotwire cried out in ecstasy as their sparks began to meet. Though her hands were pinned firmly to the cement, her body was not and she pressed her chassis against Barricade's, more and more of her spark coming into contact with his, "Yes..." she moaned as they began to merge, "I'm yours, Decepticon... for now..."

The words caused Barricade to positively shiver in joy. The Decepticon groaned loudly as they pressed their bodies together, their sparks merging, data passing between them as fast as thought. Barricade could feel everything Hotwire's body was feeling, and she could feel the same for him. The thoughts of either of the two lovers passed through both of their minds, complimenting each other as they writhed in pleasure.

There was no need for audible words any more, not when Hotwire could feel the way Barricade felt about feeling everything she felt for him... and it felt so good... Her hands started to fight against his grip, and he could feel the frustration at her not being able to touch him some more, combined with the pleasure of being restrained from doing so. As a medic, Hotwire usually got to touch anything she wanted, and such power wasn’t thrilling. This was different and exciting for her.

Barricade grinned. It was such a new experience to feel what someone else was, especially when they were both in ecstasy. The Decepticon kept hold of her arms, even as she struggled, keeping them firmly against the concrete, "You wish... to touch me,” he spoke with a teasing smirk, his voice strained.

"Yes," Hotwire admitted, her spark flaring intensely against Barricade's. She was considerably weaker than he was. This was not a rare thing, considering her size and function, but for some reason it made the merge that little bit more intense between them.

"Not... yet,” Barricade teased her further, tilting his head down to capture her lips in another kiss. The larger robot continued to grind against her, harder and slower than before. The pleasure was almost overwhelming his CPU, and there were several reported program errors occurring, but he paid them no never mind. Jolts of energy moved over their frames and leapt between their bodies, excess discharge from their confused, overworked systems.

Hotwire was fully aware that logic and reason, usually first among the collection of programs that controlled her every action, were completely failing against this influx of pleasure, and she didn't care. She returned the kiss with fierce passion, her legs scrabbling against the floor, her heels making scratches in the cement.

Barricade's moans and groans increased in number and intensity as their mutual pleasure rose higher and higher, reaching towards some sort of final peak. His feet slammed into the concrete and dug in, giving him greater leverage to use against Hotwire, pressing heavily against her smaller form.

Hotwire knew that in a few seconds her Spark was going to flare in sync with Barricade's, and she cried out as he pressed against her. There was no thought any more, only the feelings they were sharing so intensely. It was so good that she almost wanted to scream.

Barricade did scream, long and loud and joyfully as their Sparks fully merged. Thinking no longer had anything to do with it, only circuits and fibre optic synapses firing erratically with no purpose behind it except for that rush of pleasure. Their Sparks synchronized in that instant, and Barricade's vision was just one big flash of light.

For one brief moment, Barricade knew what it was like to be totally unappreciated for abilities that were clearly superior to other medics, to be shunned by everyone for the most pathetic and ridiculous reasons, and the sheer amazement of meeting somebody who saw beyond his function.

Likewise, for that moment Hotwire knew what it was like to have to be loyal to a mech who was clearly out of his processor, to feel a kind of despair and abandonment that couldn’t possibly be displayed because that would show weakness, and the unshakable relief of knowing he wasn’t totally alone.

They both went offline with the rush – a perfectly normal reaction to merging - and as their systems rebooted, the knowing was wiped. It was only permanent with full bonding. The merge broke and their Sparks both retreated into their safe cases once again. Only the memory remained.

Hotwire was the first to come back online. She gazed up into Barricade's temporarily dulled optics, and with a little effort, rolled him off her carefully so that her hands were free, her body relaxing slightly even though her Spark was still flaring erratically from leftover pleasure, and waited for him to come back online as she lay on top of him.

Barricade's optical sensors flicked online, and his systems rebooted from the overload they had just endured. Slowly, he let out a pleased rumbled and wrapped an arm over Hotwire, relaxing in the aftermath of the merging.

Hotwire smiled as she slid her own bodywork back into place, one hand stroking Barricade's cheek, "That felt... really good," she said softly, cuddling a little closer to him, "Wonderful, even."

"Mmm, very nice,” he agreed, lazily stroking her armour plates, having returned to their original configuration. The Decepticon felt totally relaxed, totally safe... it was a unique experience for him. He'd never been as close to anyone as he was then with Hotwire. He wondered where she had been all this time.

"You know," Hotwire smiled and her Spark flared a little in its case, "For the first time I'm actually glad I came to this backwards ball of dirt. After all, I got to meet you." She trailed a finger lightly over a few of Barricade's still exposed wires.

Barricade hummed and closed up panels and armour plating, returning to his bipedal form. Stroking the back of her head, he replied, "Oh yes. This was certainly worth the trip." Allspark be damned.

It was around then that they both heard a soft chattering. Frenzy was standing about thirty feet away in an office doorway, giggling slightly, "Frenzy knew you had a crush on her!" he chattered excitedly as Barricade and Hotwire both stared at him.

Barricade's sensors narrowed in annoyance at the little Decepticon. "You little slag,” he growled at his hacker partner. Just how long had he been watching?

Frenzy giggled softly at the two considerably larger Cybertronians glowering at him.

"How long have you been watching?" Hotwire asked, a dangerous tone to her voice. She was also feeling embarrassed. This was supposed to be a private, passionate moment between her and Barricade. The idea that Frenzy had watched was... discomforting.

"Since you said you wanted to leave..." Frenzy giggled again, “Whole thing!”

Barricade was seriously considering opening fire on the small robot, ally or not. Frenzy had an annoying habit of butting into things that were none of his business, but this was crossing the line, "I should send you on a one-way trip to the pit!" Barricade growled, pushing Hotwire off of him and getting to his feet.

Hotwire transferred her glare to Barricade, before standing up herself, her arms crossed over her chassis, "Humans have an interesting word for bots like you," she said, furious at Frenzy, then changed to English for a second, "Pervert."

Frenzy grinned awkwardly and retreated into the doorway of an office, which was far too small for Barricade to fit into. Hotwire would have problems without switching to motorcycle form too.

"Yeah, that's right! You better hide!" Barricade called after him, clinching his fists and priming his weaponry, "Pervert,” he repeated in English, listening to the word and analysing its meaning, "Yes, that sounds appropriate for him."

Hotwire just sighed, switching back to Cybertronian, "It's not that important," she said finally, "I'm not ashamed of being seen with you. Besides," she smirked teasingly, "We weren't interrupted."

Barricade chuckled, returning his attention to his lover, "At least he had the sense to let us get on with it. I really would have shot him otherwise!" the Decepticon half-joked.

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Harley: Well? How was that? Chassis means chest, in case you haven’t worked it out. How was that for robot sex? And they’re still being chased by the Autobots! We’ll get back to the pursuit next chapter.

Froggy: Review! Damn it all, review!
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