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Shadows of Tomorrow

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651

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Harley: Okay, more sex. Very slightly different from the previous sex, for a little further characterisation. After all, the window to the soul is through the sexual organs. I’m sad at people not reviewing but I can’t force you, and I suppose I should be grateful for getting a few good reviews rather than many bad ones. On a less positive note though, certain people have been telling me my first chapter is dull and didn’t inspire them to read further, which is a concern.

Froggy: On another note, it’s Halloween. But I’m afraid we’ve nothing prepared.

Harley: Oh well, I’m sure robot sex is scary enough... Read on!

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Chapter Nine: On The Road Again

It wasn't easy to track Barricade. He was after all, a hunter, and he knew all the tricks about not getting spotted. On the other hand, Ratchet mused as they drove into the small New Mexico town about eight hours after Barricade had left with Hotwire and Frenzy, he was travelling with somebody. That meant he was more likely to be noticed. An LAPD police car had been noticed by the local law enforcers. But since it hadn't done anything stupid, like Transforming in broad daylight, it had gone relatively unnoticed.

Fortunately Ratchet and Ironhide now had a (forged) report from Simmons, detailing that it had been stolen in Los Angeles by a dangerous criminal – not entirely a lie. And now the two of them were standing upright in an abandoned building with scars in the concrete.

"It looks like a battle happened here,” Ironhide commented, his trigger circuits itching to be used. His optical sensors swept over the concrete floor, spotting the cracks and deep scratches, the small flakes of metal and paint sheared off in the struggle, "Extreme close quarters,” he added, "Too close for them to use weapons. No way of telling who was the victor."

"If there was a fight, both combatants walked away," Ratchet replied. He traced a few dents in the floor. This wasn't his field of expertise, "But I'd guess that it wasn't Barricade’s body that made these marks. They're too small and light."

Either they walked away, or one of them was dragged away, Ironhide thought grimly, "He must have attacked Hotwire. She was struggling to get away,” the weapons specialist concluded, his circuits sizzling angrily. He knew that the Decepticon would turn on her eventually.

"It's possible," Ratchet conceded, remaining calm. A Cybertronian scene-of-crime officer would be far better at this than him, he knew. He was a medic, "But if he did get into a fight with Hotwire, there should be more structural damage. You saw her in the Junkyard. She doesn't go down easy."

"Perhaps. Maybe the fight was an argument, something that ended prematurely,” Ironhide conceded. It was a better possibility than the alternative, which he was firmly convinced of now. There was no doubt in his mind however, that some sort of fight had occurred.

"I do wish you'd stop assuming all these things of Barricade," Ratchet spoke with a sigh, "It's possible somebody tripped. It's possible Hotwire just threw a tantrum. It's even possible this was done by human vandals."

Ironhide glanced back down at the scratches on the floor, crouching down to get a better look at them. It didn't seem like something vandals would do. It was definitely Cybertronian hands that had torn up the floor, "Is she the type to throw tantrums like this?" he asked the medic.

"Well... not frequently, but she did throw one when I expelled her," Ratchet replied, "There could be a perfectly innocent explanation for all of this mess."

"I tend to assume the worst. That way, I might just get a nice surprise,” Ironhide pointed out, standing back up again, "Whatever happened here, they're both gone. Barricade seems determined to escape us."

"They, Ironhide," Ratchet corrected him, "Hotwire wants to keep away from us and to be honest I'm starting to think this whole thing is a waste of time. We're chasing down somebody who just doesn't want to come back with us."

Ironhide sighed. He was starting to get the same feeling, but he knew they couldn't just give up. He didn't want to watch a once good Autobot be turned into yet another enemy, "Our orders came from Optimus, Ratchet. We must see this to the end,” he replied.

"I know, Ironhide," Ratchet answered, "And I've noticed something that might make tracking them that little bit easier. Mark on a map all the spots the sightings of them have been confirmed," a few seconds passed, "Their route has been heading directly east ever since they left Arizona."

"Hmm..." Ironhide uttered, checking the map on his Heads-Up Display. Ratchet was right; both Cybertronians kept moving east, "They're trying to outrun us and failing to hide,” the weapons specialist spoke, "If we can predict their next destination, we may be able to beat them to it."

"There have been sightings of them on a single major highway - known as Interstate 40," Ratchet said, "It goes right through several states and major cities, all the way across the country. They have only left it to hide in nearby cities, presumably to rest. It's perfectly possible their destination is on the Interstate. But the next city on the route from here is Albuquerque. There's a major junction there too," he added.

If they arrived too late, it was possible that they would lose the three of them. That could not be allowed to happen, "Then I say we roll out and hurry to Albuquerque,” Ironhide spoke, transforming into his vehicular mode.

"It does seem our best option," Ratchet agreed.

Later in their journey, they would come across the pileup Barricade had caused, and they would know they were on the right track – or Interstate.

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Before long, Barricade and Hotwire were driving into the city, both feeling a little more sure of themselves now that they were surrounded by unsuspecting humans and their many vehicles. Blending in was a simple matter of not going somewhere that it was blindingly obvious they shouldn't. If there was anything that the scout liked about Earth, it was that it was a simple matter to hide there, "This place was a good choice,” he said to Hotwire.

"It was just the next city on the map," Hotwire said, sounding doubtful, "It could turn out to be a bad choice if we're being followed. We haven't exactly been covering our movements."

"Do you have to keep rubbing it in?" he complained, pulling ahead slightly and keeping his sensors alert. As usual, there was no sign of the humans suspecting what they really were.

"No, it's just that I see the merits of being cautious," Hotwire replied, "I'm not rubbing anything. Yet," she added in an attempt to lighten the mood somewhat.

Barricade chuckled. It didn't sound so bad when she put it that way... "If our enemies are still tracking us, they are bound to notice us going in a straight line east,” the scout explained to her, "A good way to throw them off would be to simply lay low and hide in this city. They may pass us up."

"I suppose," Hotwire replied. She was already looking around for a building where they could spend the night. Something with a high roof and no humans. In a densely populated area like this, that wasn't quite as easy to do as it had been in the previous city.

Since Barricade was set on staying, however, all it would take was some time and patience. Every well-populated cities had its run down sections, places where humans tended to avoid.

They finally found in a rather rundown part of the city, where people seemed to scatter whenever Barricade drove past, what looked to be an old factory of some kind. The machinery and so on had long been taken away, and the walls were covered with graffiti in Mexican and English and some other language that seemed to be neither. One particularly large detail noted that ‘Pedro tiene un chilito’. Hotwire had no idea who Pedro was, or what a ‘chilito’ was, but she was pretty sure he didn't want to have one.

She turned away from the wall and stretched into her bipedal form, "Primus but my tires are sore after all that driving," she said, rubbing her shoulders.

Barricade just grunted, unfolding and sitting down on the dirty floor of the abandoned building. As much as he valued the chance to rest and the relative solitude, he wanted a change of scenery. At least there was a new selection of human insults to learn here. It was odd how they had so many different languages to communicate in. It was... inefficient. One of many such things about them.

Frenzy jumped out of Barricade and started to tour the walls, gibbering in English, Spanish, and Cybertronian. It made not a byte of sense. Hotwire rubbed the side of her head and sat down next to Barricade, predictably, resting her head on his shoulder.

Frenzy turned around from his examinations, leered briefly at them, and continued to his ‘work’, sniggering occasionally as he accessed the internet to find out what the words meant.

“Frenzy,” Hotwire said after a few minutes of this, “Why don’t you... go out and have some fun? Scare some humans or something?"

"You are making my processors ache,” Barricade agreed, glaring at the little robot. He also didn't like how the robot looked at the both of them. Didn't he have anything better to do?

"Frenzy is bored," Frenzy whined, "Frenzy wants to go and beat up Autobots with Barricade, or hack computers or..."

"Fine," Hotwire interrupted, "Go and steal a human's laptop. One with internet access, mind. And have some fun and come back around dawn. But don't be bored here."

Frenzy whined, "But there could be Autobots out there!" he whimpered.

"You were the one who said you were bored," Hotwire said, "Despite appearances, I don't have infinite patience."

Frenzy sniggered at that statement.

"Neither do I. In fact, I'm fresh out of patience,” Barricade rumbled dangerously, his fingers giving off metallic pings as he flexed them together.

Frenzy whined, but dodged away from them, "Well, it will be all your fault if Frenzy is captured and tortured by the humans or the Autobots because he's all on his own!" he shot back at Barricade irritably, before leaving the garage. He was presumably going to look for a laptop for the rest of the night.

"Thank you. I get so tired of his gibberish sometimes,” Barricade spoke to Hotwire, relaxing against the wall again.

In return, Hotwire leant against Barricade, "However did you two get paired up, anyway?" she asked with a small smile, "You're so different. In all sorts of ways."

Barricade smirked, thinking back to how their unlikely partnership started, "Orders,” he explained, "Decepticon command paired me up with Frenzy to be a scout pair. He drives me crazy sometimes, but we make such a good team that we insisted that we stayed paired together."

Hotwire laughed in disbelief, "You - both of you - wanted to stay paired up?" she asked Barricade, "The way you both grate on each other's nerves... that just... seems kind of funny to me. And unlikely."

"It's better that he annoys me rather than bore me. It keeps me alert,” Barricade explained further, "And despite whatever arguments we have, our skills keep each other alive and furthers the Deception cause."

"Hmmm..." Hotwire seemed to be considering this, but her hand was resting on Barricade's leg, "I guess Megatron judged people correctly for once, hmmm?"

Barricade didn't answer for a second, being acutely aware of the small hand resting on his leg. It made his Spark fizzle and flare up again like it had in the warehouse, "It does happen from time to time,” he joked.

Hotwire sat up a little, and kissed Barricade on the cheek lightly, "Well... I hope I've judged you correctly," she said with a smile, "I'm not very good at that usually."

"Oh, it's my own judgement you should be concerned about,” Barricade told her, glancing into her optics carefully. Smirking at her, he gripped the smaller robot and pulled her to him, kissing her.

Hotwire kissed him back for a little while, enjoying the passion he was so able at expressing, and then broke the kiss, "Whatever do you mean, your own judgement?" she asked him with a smirk, looking into his red optics, "Are you concerned that you judged me wrongly?"

Barricade rested his hands on her shoulders, his face close to hers, and whispered, "I've entangled myself with a deadly neutral medic whom both sides are against. It's very... risky," the larger robot smiled darkly, "I like risky,” he rumbled.

Hotwire chuckled softly. She liked a little risk too. A little excitement to turn up the heat, as it were, "Deadly, am I?" she asked, "I'll show you deadly!" With that, she kissed Barricade fiercely, climbing on top of him as she did so.

Barricade's optics burned a little brighter in surprise as Hotwire took the initiative. Last time, she was far from aggressive, but the thought of her being so... it made his Spark burn so hot that it felt like it would melt through his chest. The large robot growled playfully and fought for dominance of the kiss as he rested on his back, his hands moving over her back.

Still kissing Barricade, Hotwire began to slide her hands under the armour on his sides, more quickly than last time because she was more sure of herself, as well as Barricade. She felt a shiver of pleasure run down her back as once again they showed affection for one-another by almost fighting.

He felt the same, excited by the affections, the closeness, the aggression of the act. It was all a risk, he understood. It was opening himself up to someone else, leaving him exposed to injury. In a way, there was more risk to merging than leaping into battle.

Hotwire's hands started to slide the armour on Barricade's sides apart so that her hands could move, lightly at first, "I'll show you deadly..." she murmured again as she kissed wires in his neck.

Barricade tilted his head back and groaned, tingles of pleasure racing through his body as Hotwire probed the exposed circuits and sensors beneath his armour plating. Carefully, he began to do the same for the smaller robot, his finger slipping under plates and drawing them out of the way.

Hotwire moaned softly and kissed one of the wires in Barricade's shoulders, one of her feet rubbing up and down his leg, enjoying the feel of her bodywork sliding aside under Barricade's firm hands.

The Decepticon groaned and shifted beneath her, his shoulder sensors tingling, the feel of her sliding smoothly against him drawing more sounds of pleasure from him. Oh, this was very nice... "Mmm, is that deadly?" he teased her, "I bet Frenzy could do better..."

"Frenzy?" Hotwire faked rage quite well, "Well, why don't you ask him to lie on top of you, slide aside your armour plating and do this?" she reached deep inside the armour on his lower torso and tweaked a rather important and sensitive wire.

Barricade tensed and gripped the ground hard, tearing small trenches into it with his fingers. A shuddering moan escaped him, "Point taken,” he rasped.

Hotwire kissed him again, "You are soft," she said, "But not too soft for me, I hope."

Barricade smirked playfully. "Oh, I'm anything but soft, Hotwire,” he rumbled, his fingers teasingly slipping under the panels on her back, tweaking and pinching wires under the surface.

Hotwire giggled softly, and then moaned, her back arching. On the other hand, she'd hoped he'd react that way, "I... wouldn't want you to be," she groaned softly and continued, "If I wanted... soft... and weak... I'd still be an Autobot..."

"Slagging right,” Barricade growled, clawing at her back lightly, biting down gently on the smaller robot's shoulder. Nimble despite his size, he continued tripping sensors and teasing circuitry.

Hotwire shifted slightly, and her sensitive fingers moved back up Barricade's body, moving over his chassis briefly before she started to tease at the wires in his arms, "I... do enjoy when you... nnnngh..." she moaned as Barricade touched her again.

"Don’t I know it,” he whispered, touching her again under her bodywork, pushing back the panels covering her chassis. Little groans of pleasure escaped him as her smaller fingers probed under his own armour at his sensitive wiring, and yet it would be so simple and easy for her to do irreparable damage.

It was something Hotwire was aware of, but she had no desire to hurt Barricade. In fact, right now all she wanted to do was bring him pleasure better than any he'd felt. She listened to him groan in pleasure again, and it made her own Spark flare, “What’s the matter, you old mech?” she teased, “Age slowing you down?” Indeed, if they had both been human, it would have been like a man in his mid-forties making out with a young woman of about 25.

In response, Barricade pinched and twisted a wire inside Hotwire's chassis, causing her to flinch in almost-pain, "Don't tempt me,” the larger robot spoke with a smirk, "This old mech knows a few tricks that you don’t."

Hotwire moaned, "I sure hope so..." she gasped, and leant forward to kiss Barricade again, this time starting to slide aside the armour plating on his chassis, baring a lot of wiring as well as his Spark casing.

The casing glowed with passion, venting excess heat. A mixed growl and moan left the Decepticon as he roughly grabbed the remaining panels on Hotwire's chassis, easing them open. Holding her up with his large hands, he rubbed his face against the hot Spark casing, humming contently.

"Oh... yes..." Hotwire moaned, not bothering to remind Barricade not to actually touch her Spark unless he wanted his face melted off. He already knew about that sort of thing. She reached into his chest and, each hand on either side of his Spark case, squeezed it firmly.

Barricade hissed in pleasure, his hands clinching hard against her, sliding down her sides, "Hotwire,” he groaned, lowering her back onto him, their Spark casings meeting with an electric fizzle.

Just that one word, moaned with enough passion, was enough to make Hotwire's Spark flare, and what with all the other wonderful feelings running through her form, it flared good and strong, "Barri... cade..." she gasped as he squeezed her wires and they began to merge.

Barricade shook from the overload of feelings, holding Hotwire close to him as their sparks briefly became one, their sensations being experienced as a single whole. It was a wonderful feeling that Barricade wanted to hold on to as long as he could. A long, shuddering moan escaped his metal lips.

Hotwire groaned in unison with him, her fingers digging into the floor again. The data started to flow between them, and she gasped with pleasure. It always seemed to feel so much better than she remembered it. She squirmed on top of Barricade as their Sparks continued to merge.

Barricade's hands slid further down her body, following the curves of her design, as he tilted his head up and kissed the smaller mech's neck. More moans were released, echoing through the room, as data passed between them. Some of it was random static that stimulated their sensors. Some of it was bits of themselves: feelings, sensations, bits and pieces of memory.

One memory that Barricade was able to catch from Hotwire as she dug her heels into the floor was how much she enjoyed it when he was rough with her.

Barricade growled loudly and rolled over suddenly, dragging Hotwire with him and pinning her hard to the floor, the ground beneath them cracking under the force. The Decepticon wrapped his mouth around her throat as he lowered himself down onto her again, their fingers entwined.

Hotwire cried out again with pleasure and just a little bit of pain, her hands squeezing his as the sudden movement sent a jolt through many of her systems, and their sparks started to merge all over again, "Oh that's... good..." she gasped, no longer particularly caring if somebody heard them or not. Being close to Barricade was the important thing.

So caught up in the moment, Barricade never even considered the possibility. In that moment, Hotwire was his world, and he was determined to please her like no one ever had. Barricade groaned as he dumped more energy into the merging, his Spark glowing white as it merged with hers, data flowing between them at a dizzying pace.

The data flowed as fast as thought, and suddenly, effectively, they really were one person, for they felt the same thing. Hotwire's vision became a brief flash as the merge sent her reeling and, still clutching Barricade tightly, she went offline with the influx of pleasure.

Barricade cried out, roaring in pleasure, his systems overheating and overloaded. Thought was replaced with pure sensation, and his field of vision was nothing but static. Then it cleared, and all he saw was Hotwire's face. Sighing and resting on top of her, he welcomed the blissful shutdown.

A few minutes of shutdown passed as Hotwire's internal systems did a quick system check, making sure that nothing had been damaged, and that only the memory of the feeling of the act, not the act itself, remained. A merge wouldn't allow parts of Barricade's memories to remain in her system. Only full bonding allowed that.

For a time, Barricade's weight remained on top of her, but soon enough, his own systems rebooted, and he lifted himself up slightly, removing the weight and staring down at her quietly, admiring her.

Hotwire's blue optics blinked a couple of times, and she looked up at Barricade, slowly raising her hand to stroke his chassis, "You are a very bad cop," she said, smiling wickedly.

"The worst,” he agreed, smirking deviously down at her. The larger robot stroked her cheek with one finger, his sensors still humming with energy they were trying to bleed off in the form of heat, the air shimmering around their unarmoured forms.

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Harley: Well, that’s sex for you. Hope you enjoyed it.

Froggy: Next chapter – even more problems than usual!
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