Fic - Transformers - Many Pairings
Taking Up the Offer
Fandom: Transformers
Pairing: Barricade/Prowl/Jazz, Prowl/Jazz, hint at Barricade/(read to find out~! XD)
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, Hasbro does, please don’t sue.
Have you ever had the feeling that you shouldn’t get out of bed in the morning?
That’s how Prowl felt. It seemed that whenever he entered a room that held Jazz and/or Barricade he always had their optics fixed on him. It wasn’t who was gazing at him that made him un-nerved; it was how they were gazing at him. Like they were plotting something, and it had something to do with him. That thought alone made him worry.
So when Barricade knocked on his office door, that worry grew.
“Yes, Barricade? Was there something you wanted?” Prowl asked, setting down his data pad.
“Actually, yes there is. I need your help with something.” Barricade sat down at one of the chairs in front of Prowl’s desk.
“You. Need help?” Prowl raised an optic. “With what exactly?”
“I need to train someone but I need another to help.” Was the simple reply that came from the black mech. He moved towards Prowl, looking like a big cat stalking his prey.
It took all of Prowl’s will power not to push back from the former Decepticon, he knew that look. Nothing good ever came from that look. “Training? In what and for whom?”
Barricade smirked as he approached the SIC, placing his hands on the armrest of the chair as he leaned in closer to Prowl.
“Barricade…..” Prowl put his hands on Barricade’s shoulders pushing him away as he stood up. “W-what the hell do you think you are doing?”
A deep thunderous chuckle left Barricade’s vocals. “I already told you, I’m training.” He took a hold of Prowl’s wrists, pulling his hands away from his shoulders to lean in again. The former Decepticon placed his lips against the sensitive wires of Prowl’s neck.
“I don’t need training!” The tactician tried to pull back, despite the shiver that ran through his chassis. “Barricade, stop! I’m bonded, damnit!”
“That’s who I’m training, your bonded.” Barricade nipped at a cable that he knew was particularly sensitive, smirking when it caused a muffled whimper from the SIC. “Isn’t that right, Jazz?”
“Yup, that would be correct sir!” A cheerful sounding voice answered from the entrance of the room.
Prowl blinked, turning his head towards that cheerful voice, he saw his bonded leaning against the closed door. “J-jazz?”
The silver bot smirked. “The one an’ only!” His electric blue optics bore into the captured police cruiser from behind his visor, filled with a look of extreme amusement and lust.
“W-what are-ah!?” His question was cut short when Barricade slipped his hands into the seams in Prowl’s back; stroking certain sets of hidden wires that were located there. Prowl’s body arched back and he barely managing to stay upright, actually if it hadn’t been for Barricade’s arms he would have already been on the floor. He couldn’t even keep the moan from escaping his vocalizes.
Barricade chuckled against Prowl’s neck wires. “I see you’re still highly sensitive there.”
“S-shut up!” Prowl felt his faceplate flush with energon. All coherent thought started to leave him as clawed hands ghosted across seams and wiring. Once again he tried to push the other police cruiser away. “Fragit, Barricade.....would you stop? ......I can’t think with you doing that!”
Jazz slide up behind him, pressing himself flush against his lover’s back. His hands joining Barricade’s, slipping into seams and playing with the wires the former Decepticon had shown him from an up-linked memory. The shock trooper hadn’t lied when he said he was teaching Jazz, because the saboteur was learning. Like, for instance, what places made his Bonded wither and moan and which ones caused him to submit completely. Jazz leaned in closer and purred in Prowl’s audios. “That’s the point, love. You’re supposed to feel, not think.”
And feel Prowl did as two sets of hand roamed over his form stroking, tweaking, and pinching sensitive wires and joints, knowing exactly where and how to touch him to give him the most pleasure. It was almost too much for him to handle, his optics went offline and his processors could no longer compute the simplest of thoughts. Hell, the only way he could tell whose hands was whose was when Jazz used his magnetic force-field to pull gently on his inner wirings. Prowl shivered when those magnetic hands reached the base of his ‘wings’, gently stroking and teasing, causing his grip on Barricade to tighten as he felt himself near his overload. Normally it would take him longer to reach the end, but under the skilled ministration of two mech, who obviously knew what they were doing, he wasn’t going to last much longer. He could faintly hear the slight crunch of metal over the roar of his cooling vents kicking in to overdrive as his internal system began to heat up.
Barricade felt the other mech quiver under his clawed touch, a sure fire sign that Prowl was about to reach his overload. Grinning, he leaned forward and ran his glossa along the chevron on the other police cruiser’s head.
Prowl cried out, the glossa on his chevron sending him into overload, his spark pulsing for the other half of its bond. His body coursed with energy, small sparks of it running from his chassis into his partners’. The last thing he heard before slipping into a forced recharge was the soft moan of his name from his beloved’s vocals.
“Prowl…” Jazz moan softly, he could feel Prowl’s spark reach out to his own, the energy that pulsed so wonderfully between them sending him into overload. He slumped back against the wall and slid to the floor, unable to hold himself up any longer, his cooling vents working overtime to cool off his overheated systems. He was thankful Barricade was there to hold up the now recharging Prowl, he didn’t think he would have been able to do it by himself.
“Where do you want me to set him down?” Barricade asked as his shifted the other police cruiser in his arms.
The saboteur patted the ground next to him. “Right here ‘ill be fine, just lean ‘em against me.”
The shock trooper did as he was told and placed Prowl next to the silver mech. “So I’m assuming you’re going to be explaining everything once he comes out of recharge?”
“Yup.”
“Heh, good luck with that.” Barricade chuckled as he headed to the door.
“Yeah, thanks.” Jazz just gave the Decepticon a weak smirk, slowly slipping into recharge himself. “You gonna to be alright? I can see that you’re still tweaked, you didn’t reach overload, did ya?”
“No, but I’ll be fine, though, so don’t worry about it.” He gave the Autobot one last grin before leaving the room, locking the door on the way out so the two recharging bots wouldn’t be disturbed. Truthfully, he wasn’t fine, he was in desperate need of an overload.
“Hey, Barricade!” Bluestreak greeted, walking up to the former Decepticon when he saw him coming out of Prowl’s office. “How’s it going? Were you just talking to Prowl? Is he still in his office, ‘cause I really need to talk to him. I need some help with something very important….”
Barricade raised an optic ridge at the young Autobot rambling in front of him. Cute kid, bit of a talking problem though, the former Decepticon thought. Then, suddenly, a smirk started to from on the shock trooper’s lips. “No, Prowl’s not in at the moment, I was just putting some data pads on his desk for him.” He said, feeding the younger bot a little white lie. “What was it you wanted to talk to him about; maybe I can help you with it?”
Bluestreak thought about this a moment before smiling sweetly. “Yeah, sure! I guess you could help me instead. Come on, I think no one’s in the rec room so we can talk there.” The gunner turned and started towards the designated area, babbling on about something or another, completely oblivious to the fact that Barricade was looking at him like some kind of enregon treat.
Really cute kid, Barricade thought again as he chuckled, smirk growing larger and red optics racking over Bluestreak's chassis. The taller mech followed the still babbling Autobot.
Things were about to get interesting in the rec room.Type your cut contents here.
Fandom: Transformers
Pairing: Barricade/Prowl/Jazz, Prowl/Jazz, hint at Barricade/(read to find out~! XD)
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, Hasbro does, please don’t sue.
Have you ever had the feeling that you shouldn’t get out of bed in the morning?
That’s how Prowl felt. It seemed that whenever he entered a room that held Jazz and/or Barricade he always had their optics fixed on him. It wasn’t who was gazing at him that made him un-nerved; it was how they were gazing at him. Like they were plotting something, and it had something to do with him. That thought alone made him worry.
So when Barricade knocked on his office door, that worry grew.
“Yes, Barricade? Was there something you wanted?” Prowl asked, setting down his data pad.
“Actually, yes there is. I need your help with something.” Barricade sat down at one of the chairs in front of Prowl’s desk.
“You. Need help?” Prowl raised an optic. “With what exactly?”
“I need to train someone but I need another to help.” Was the simple reply that came from the black mech. He moved towards Prowl, looking like a big cat stalking his prey.
It took all of Prowl’s will power not to push back from the former Decepticon, he knew that look. Nothing good ever came from that look. “Training? In what and for whom?”
Barricade smirked as he approached the SIC, placing his hands on the armrest of the chair as he leaned in closer to Prowl.
“Barricade…..” Prowl put his hands on Barricade’s shoulders pushing him away as he stood up. “W-what the hell do you think you are doing?”
A deep thunderous chuckle left Barricade’s vocals. “I already told you, I’m training.” He took a hold of Prowl’s wrists, pulling his hands away from his shoulders to lean in again. The former Decepticon placed his lips against the sensitive wires of Prowl’s neck.
“I don’t need training!” The tactician tried to pull back, despite the shiver that ran through his chassis. “Barricade, stop! I’m bonded, damnit!”
“That’s who I’m training, your bonded.” Barricade nipped at a cable that he knew was particularly sensitive, smirking when it caused a muffled whimper from the SIC. “Isn’t that right, Jazz?”
“Yup, that would be correct sir!” A cheerful sounding voice answered from the entrance of the room.
Prowl blinked, turning his head towards that cheerful voice, he saw his bonded leaning against the closed door. “J-jazz?”
The silver bot smirked. “The one an’ only!” His electric blue optics bore into the captured police cruiser from behind his visor, filled with a look of extreme amusement and lust.
“W-what are-ah!?” His question was cut short when Barricade slipped his hands into the seams in Prowl’s back; stroking certain sets of hidden wires that were located there. Prowl’s body arched back and he barely managing to stay upright, actually if it hadn’t been for Barricade’s arms he would have already been on the floor. He couldn’t even keep the moan from escaping his vocalizes.
Barricade chuckled against Prowl’s neck wires. “I see you’re still highly sensitive there.”
“S-shut up!” Prowl felt his faceplate flush with energon. All coherent thought started to leave him as clawed hands ghosted across seams and wiring. Once again he tried to push the other police cruiser away. “Fragit, Barricade.....would you stop? ......I can’t think with you doing that!”
Jazz slide up behind him, pressing himself flush against his lover’s back. His hands joining Barricade’s, slipping into seams and playing with the wires the former Decepticon had shown him from an up-linked memory. The shock trooper hadn’t lied when he said he was teaching Jazz, because the saboteur was learning. Like, for instance, what places made his Bonded wither and moan and which ones caused him to submit completely. Jazz leaned in closer and purred in Prowl’s audios. “That’s the point, love. You’re supposed to feel, not think.”
And feel Prowl did as two sets of hand roamed over his form stroking, tweaking, and pinching sensitive wires and joints, knowing exactly where and how to touch him to give him the most pleasure. It was almost too much for him to handle, his optics went offline and his processors could no longer compute the simplest of thoughts. Hell, the only way he could tell whose hands was whose was when Jazz used his magnetic force-field to pull gently on his inner wirings. Prowl shivered when those magnetic hands reached the base of his ‘wings’, gently stroking and teasing, causing his grip on Barricade to tighten as he felt himself near his overload. Normally it would take him longer to reach the end, but under the skilled ministration of two mech, who obviously knew what they were doing, he wasn’t going to last much longer. He could faintly hear the slight crunch of metal over the roar of his cooling vents kicking in to overdrive as his internal system began to heat up.
Barricade felt the other mech quiver under his clawed touch, a sure fire sign that Prowl was about to reach his overload. Grinning, he leaned forward and ran his glossa along the chevron on the other police cruiser’s head.
Prowl cried out, the glossa on his chevron sending him into overload, his spark pulsing for the other half of its bond. His body coursed with energy, small sparks of it running from his chassis into his partners’. The last thing he heard before slipping into a forced recharge was the soft moan of his name from his beloved’s vocals.
“Prowl…” Jazz moan softly, he could feel Prowl’s spark reach out to his own, the energy that pulsed so wonderfully between them sending him into overload. He slumped back against the wall and slid to the floor, unable to hold himself up any longer, his cooling vents working overtime to cool off his overheated systems. He was thankful Barricade was there to hold up the now recharging Prowl, he didn’t think he would have been able to do it by himself.
“Where do you want me to set him down?” Barricade asked as his shifted the other police cruiser in his arms.
The saboteur patted the ground next to him. “Right here ‘ill be fine, just lean ‘em against me.”
The shock trooper did as he was told and placed Prowl next to the silver mech. “So I’m assuming you’re going to be explaining everything once he comes out of recharge?”
“Yup.”
“Heh, good luck with that.” Barricade chuckled as he headed to the door.
“Yeah, thanks.” Jazz just gave the Decepticon a weak smirk, slowly slipping into recharge himself. “You gonna to be alright? I can see that you’re still tweaked, you didn’t reach overload, did ya?”
“No, but I’ll be fine, though, so don’t worry about it.” He gave the Autobot one last grin before leaving the room, locking the door on the way out so the two recharging bots wouldn’t be disturbed. Truthfully, he wasn’t fine, he was in desperate need of an overload.
“Hey, Barricade!” Bluestreak greeted, walking up to the former Decepticon when he saw him coming out of Prowl’s office. “How’s it going? Were you just talking to Prowl? Is he still in his office, ‘cause I really need to talk to him. I need some help with something very important….”
Barricade raised an optic ridge at the young Autobot rambling in front of him. Cute kid, bit of a talking problem though, the former Decepticon thought. Then, suddenly, a smirk started to from on the shock trooper’s lips. “No, Prowl’s not in at the moment, I was just putting some data pads on his desk for him.” He said, feeding the younger bot a little white lie. “What was it you wanted to talk to him about; maybe I can help you with it?”
Bluestreak thought about this a moment before smiling sweetly. “Yeah, sure! I guess you could help me instead. Come on, I think no one’s in the rec room so we can talk there.” The gunner turned and started towards the designated area, babbling on about something or another, completely oblivious to the fact that Barricade was looking at him like some kind of enregon treat.
Really cute kid, Barricade thought again as he chuckled, smirk growing larger and red optics racking over Bluestreak's chassis. The taller mech followed the still babbling Autobot.
Things were about to get interesting in the rec room.Type your cut contents here.