FIC - Squishy, Lemon
Well, Chapter 3 rewrite is probably going to take longer to come out than originally anticipated, as I no longer like how I decided to get from point A to point B in the fic and have to rethink it. In the meantime, have some porn!
Title: Squishy
Rating: R/NC-17 for sexual content
Characters/Pairing: Frenzy/Barricade, sort of
Summary: Post-2007 movie, not compatible with later canon. After Frenzy undergoes an inexplicable transformation, Barricade has to deal with having a human for a partner.
Note: Takes places in the middle of Chapter Two.
Barricade was bored. He hated to admit it, but damn was he bored out of his processor with Frenzy asleep. Again. A few hours after their bantering session, his partner had retreated to his back seat to lounge and had ended up dozing off. How much sleep did the little slag-head need? All he did was eat, sleep, need bathroom breaks, and run off at the mouth any time he wasn't doing any of the other three. Actually, come to think of it, he had kind of diversified in function, considering that his usual course of action was to talk. And talk. And insult him. And talk. Hrm. Still, that didn't change the fact that he was so very bored that he was actually considering waking Frenzy up and dealing with his endless nattering just to break up the monotony- Ooh, raccoon!
The Decepticon swerved with vicious glee - and oh how bored he must be for something so idiotic to feel so entertaining - in an attempt to turn the furry little meat-sack into a road pancake. Despite his efforts, however, he missed, and the mangy beast ran free and back into safety off the road. He missed. What the slag, how did he miss?! Come on, humans were hitting those little fraggers all the time by accident. Barricade began to curse up a storm in his head, first in irritation and then just using it as an excuse to keep his mind occupied. You picked up a lot of swear words spending time with Frenzy, time to see how many he could remember.
He was distracted from his systematic cursing by a hitch in his partner's breathing, and his sensors focussed on his backseat. Frenzy was laid out in rest on his belly, his left arm and leg both dangling off the seat's edge, while his right arm rested under his forehead and his right foot was propped awkwardly against Barricade's side. A small moan escaped the human, audible though muffled as a result of his lips pressing lightly against the seat cushion.
Barricade reviewed his partner's vital information. Heart rate and blood pressure had risen; his breathing pattern had sped up slightly... Was there something wrong with him? He didn't really know a lot about human physiology, so it wasn't exactly easy for him to figure out if one was glitching up or not. Maybe he should try an internet search of the symptoms, just in case- ah. Never mind. While he may not be a human expert, the World Wide Web was full of enough material on their reproductive practises that he could identify a sexually aroused human when he saw one. Or felt one. And the bulge beginning to press into his seat was most telling.
He snorted in mild disgust. Humans were so strange. He understood that organics generally had an instinctual urge to reproduce themselves, but what was the point of initiating sexual arousal when there was no mate at hand to exchange genetic material with, and they weren't even awake to be able to go out and find one? Not that Barricade would let Frenzy go out to find a mate even if he was awake, but that was beside the point. All this could result in was a waste of reproductive matter and the energy it took to produce it.
He better keep his reproductive fluids to himself, the cop car thought grumpily.
Frenzy shifted slightly, muttering unintelligibly and twitching his fingers, and Barricade focussed his attention on his partner once again. While he was rather repulsed by humans and their strange bodily functions, he was also slightly... intrigued, at least where it concerned his partner. But only slightly. He wondered if his partner's brain was forming together false sensory input and images as human minds were apparently wont to do during sleep. What was that called again? Dreaming. If he was dreaming, what would he be dreaming about? He supposed if Frenzy was responding to a dream-mate then his aroused response would make some sense.
Tensing, up Frenzy moaned again then mumbled something that Barricade found himself straining to make out.
"B-b-b," he stuttered in his sleep. "B-b-bare... B-barr-hnh-cade..."
Barricade swerved slightly in surprise, his quick jerk back into alignment jolting his partner awake. Blinking tiredly, he muttered several choice curses to himself and tried to take account of his surroundings. He was in Barricade's backseat, of course, that's where he had been before he'd apparently fallen asleep, but what else was it that he remembered? Concentrating, he tried to chase down the fleeting scraps of memory dancing at the back of his mind. They were strangely surreal and hard to pin down. Was that dreaming then? Yawning, he hauled his left arm up to tug idly at one of his partner's seatbelts as he though. Had Barricade been in the dream? That seemed familiar...
Cold metal against hot flesh... powerful hands, touching, stroking, surprisingly gentle... a pleasured growl...
The flashes of dream-memory sent a shiver of pleasure running down Frenzy's spine to pool in his groin, finally drawing his attention to the strange ache between his legs. Pushing himself to his hands and knees he peered beneath himself at the bulge in the crotch of his pants. Turning over to get a better look - it was already dark in Barricade's interior, without his own body adding another shadow - the course fabric of his pants shifted and rubbed against his penis, causing a sensation somewhere between pain and pleasure. Grunting, he eyed his crotch. His affliction was even more obvious to him than it had been to Barricade, Frenzy having spent a great deal more time surfing the Web and finding humanity's quirks to be rather entertaining. He had an erection. A boner. A hard-on. A stiffy. He could go on. Humans had a million synonyms for sex-related things. Don't even get him started on all the euphemisms for penis...
Well, whatever he called it, he still found it both amusing and bemusing. He didn't appreciate how his body kept doing things without his permission, but on the other hand... boner! On the third hand - which he unfortunately no longer had in body, but would still count in spirit - he wasn't sure he wanted to do anything with it. The internet had made sure he knew what to do with it, but said 'what' was kind of gross, took a lot of effort, and was a thoroughly organic activity. Did he really want to act more like a squishy than necessary? Maybe if he ignored it then it would go away like his stomach ache.
Jabbing his clothed erection with a finger, he sighed dramatically and flipped back onto his stomach. This time his cock - penis, member, manhood, rod, dick, take your pick, there's more! - pressed hard into the seat, and that felt kind-of-really-good. Almost against his will, Frenzy shifted his hips again, and yes, that felt very good. He was about to thrust his hips down again when he froze in realization. Barricade was watching this. He had to be. There was no way this much movement could go on inside him without his partner noticing. Instead of stopping and feeling embarrassed as a normal person might upon realizing that someone was aware of him humping them, Frenzy's mouth curled into a darkly mischievous smirk and he began to rock his hips against his partner. He might not be embarrassed, but his companion's noted silence about this situation indicated that perhaps he was the uncomfortable one, and if there was one thing Frenzy loved, it was unnerving his partner. Let's try playing the 'See How Long Barricade Will Pretend He's Not Watching' game.
Aeons working together tended to allow people get to know each other pretty well, and so Frenzy had managed to read his partner like a book. Barricade was, in fact, rather uncomfortable with this situation and had been trying to ignore Frenzy since he had woken up. Now Frenzy was humping his seat, though, and that was really distracting. Distracting because it was gross, crude, and unpleasant, of course, and not because it was interesting or agreeable in any way. Because it wasn't. It was just another bizarre human process that he had to put up with now, just like eating and ejecting saline solution through his skin, which Frenzy was also doing now, irritatingly enough. Er, that was, he was sweating, not that he was eating. He was only putting up with it because Frenzy was his partner, and partners stuck together, even when one of them turned into a flesh-creature. A flesh-creature that apparently wanted to mate with his seat. It was remarkable how much difficulty Barricade was having in being disgusted by that fact, as much as he told himself he should be.
Frenzy thrust harder against Barricade's seat, and yes that felt nice, very nice to him, and the feeling in his groin was growing, even spreading. It wasn't enough, though, not enough. With a growl he shoved his hand down between his body and the seat, grabbing himself through his pants. He squeezed and rubbed, and that was a bit better, but the fabric chafed and there was an option that would be so much more satisfying, both physically and mentally. Oh, Barricade would hate this and that was why he must... Fumbling with his button and fly, Frenzy shoved his hand into his pants and the feeling of flesh on flesh was yes, yes, yes! But that wasn't his goal, oh no, and so he tugged his cock free of his pants to rest against the leather of his partner's seat. It was all he could do not to squeal out loud in delight, and so he added 'injury' to insult and bit down slightly on Barricade's seat cover to help muffle his glee.
Hazily, he wondered what his partner was thinking right now. Probably grumbling about how horrid humans were, maybe feeling a little mortified by this all. Frenzy did so hope. Or maybe, just maybe, Barricade was feeling a little guilty tingle of pleasure, watching his partner please himself. Maybe deep down he would be feeling a want, a need, to be the one doing the pleasuring. Frenzy knew that his thoughts were drifting away from reality and into fantasy, but he didn't really care because this growing fantasy was making everything so much hotter. He could imagine Barricade's voice, so deep, vibrating through him, purring out insults, and compliments, and he could imagine Barricade's hands, cool, strong, and deadly, stroking carefully down his body... Frenzy moaned loudly. It was time to quit daydreaming and get back into action.
Rubbing the slickening head of his erection against the leather of Barricade's seat to deliciously spite his partner, he curled his bony around it, caressing and prodding, searching for the places the made his muscles stiffen and his toes curl. His hips were rocking again, faster and faster, and the pleasure kept building. It was amazing, but he wanted more. He wanted to elicit a response from his partner, needed to make Barricade squirm, or scream out, or something. Snarling, he dug the fingernails of his free hand into the seat, scraping them across the leather.
For his part, Barricade was trying really, really hard to be grossed out by his partner's activities, but he was slowly becoming more and more fascinated by the display. Frenzy's small moans teased his audio receptors, he found himself tracking the small twitches and contractions passing through his partner's body, and the feeling of teeth worrying his leather and the rhythmic pressure against his seat was becoming increasingly pleasant. Then there were those nails, and he could barely resist shuddering.
Frenzy wished Barricade would shudder. He was close, so close, but he needed something more, needed Barricade. Slaggit, would his mule-headed partner just stop pretending to ignore him and say something already! Frustration built as he furiously tried to work himself to orgasm, hips jerking violently. What could he do to make Barricade give up the game? His teeth clenched harder on the seat, then slackened as his arousal-muddled brain came up with a plan.
Lifting his head, he panted heavily then stuttered out, "Uhn, I'm going to c-c-come."
There was a moment of silence, then: "NOT ON MY INTERIOR."
Yes! Frenzy screamed in triumph and ecstasy, his partner's angry roar shooting straight through him to his cock and pushing him over the edge. Despite the onrushing wave of pleasure, the human still managed to oblige Barricade, grabbing his shirt and tugging it down over his erection. He spasmed, his body tensing involuntary, followed by a rush of thick fluid. Jerk once, jerk twice, jerk three times, and then as the passed he went limp, flopping bonelessly onto the seat.
Silence stretched between the two partners, one smug, satisfied, and trying to regain his breath, the other not sure what to say, having just made it so very obvious that he had been paying attention to the whole thing. Or at least paying attention to some of it, which was still just as bad.
As could be expected, Frenzy broke the silence. "My shirt is dirty," he mumbled into Barricade's seat, smirking against the leather.
That... wasn't what Barricade had been expecting to hear, and so he replies lamely, "You'll be going shopping tomorrow. You can buy a new one."
Frenzy snickered in response but said nothing, choosing only to turn his head slightly to stare at his partner with one mischievous blue eye. He was tired again now. Silence stretched again, and the human had begun to doze off again when Barricade spoke up.
"So," he began, sounding overly gruff in an attempt to cover up his embarrassment. "How was it?"
His partner took a moment to gather his sleeping thoughts, nuzzling Barricade affectionately. Finally he shrugged noncommittally and said, "Less intense than overload."
And because I should get in the habit of it:
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Title: Squishy
Rating: R/NC-17 for sexual content
Characters/Pairing: Frenzy/Barricade, sort of
Summary: Post-2007 movie, not compatible with later canon. After Frenzy undergoes an inexplicable transformation, Barricade has to deal with having a human for a partner.
Note: Takes places in the middle of Chapter Two.
Barricade was bored. He hated to admit it, but damn was he bored out of his processor with Frenzy asleep. Again. A few hours after their bantering session, his partner had retreated to his back seat to lounge and had ended up dozing off. How much sleep did the little slag-head need? All he did was eat, sleep, need bathroom breaks, and run off at the mouth any time he wasn't doing any of the other three. Actually, come to think of it, he had kind of diversified in function, considering that his usual course of action was to talk. And talk. And insult him. And talk. Hrm. Still, that didn't change the fact that he was so very bored that he was actually considering waking Frenzy up and dealing with his endless nattering just to break up the monotony- Ooh, raccoon!
The Decepticon swerved with vicious glee - and oh how bored he must be for something so idiotic to feel so entertaining - in an attempt to turn the furry little meat-sack into a road pancake. Despite his efforts, however, he missed, and the mangy beast ran free and back into safety off the road. He missed. What the slag, how did he miss?! Come on, humans were hitting those little fraggers all the time by accident. Barricade began to curse up a storm in his head, first in irritation and then just using it as an excuse to keep his mind occupied. You picked up a lot of swear words spending time with Frenzy, time to see how many he could remember.
He was distracted from his systematic cursing by a hitch in his partner's breathing, and his sensors focussed on his backseat. Frenzy was laid out in rest on his belly, his left arm and leg both dangling off the seat's edge, while his right arm rested under his forehead and his right foot was propped awkwardly against Barricade's side. A small moan escaped the human, audible though muffled as a result of his lips pressing lightly against the seat cushion.
Barricade reviewed his partner's vital information. Heart rate and blood pressure had risen; his breathing pattern had sped up slightly... Was there something wrong with him? He didn't really know a lot about human physiology, so it wasn't exactly easy for him to figure out if one was glitching up or not. Maybe he should try an internet search of the symptoms, just in case- ah. Never mind. While he may not be a human expert, the World Wide Web was full of enough material on their reproductive practises that he could identify a sexually aroused human when he saw one. Or felt one. And the bulge beginning to press into his seat was most telling.
He snorted in mild disgust. Humans were so strange. He understood that organics generally had an instinctual urge to reproduce themselves, but what was the point of initiating sexual arousal when there was no mate at hand to exchange genetic material with, and they weren't even awake to be able to go out and find one? Not that Barricade would let Frenzy go out to find a mate even if he was awake, but that was beside the point. All this could result in was a waste of reproductive matter and the energy it took to produce it.
He better keep his reproductive fluids to himself, the cop car thought grumpily.
Frenzy shifted slightly, muttering unintelligibly and twitching his fingers, and Barricade focussed his attention on his partner once again. While he was rather repulsed by humans and their strange bodily functions, he was also slightly... intrigued, at least where it concerned his partner. But only slightly. He wondered if his partner's brain was forming together false sensory input and images as human minds were apparently wont to do during sleep. What was that called again? Dreaming. If he was dreaming, what would he be dreaming about? He supposed if Frenzy was responding to a dream-mate then his aroused response would make some sense.
Tensing, up Frenzy moaned again then mumbled something that Barricade found himself straining to make out.
"B-b-b," he stuttered in his sleep. "B-b-bare... B-barr-hnh-cade..."
Barricade swerved slightly in surprise, his quick jerk back into alignment jolting his partner awake. Blinking tiredly, he muttered several choice curses to himself and tried to take account of his surroundings. He was in Barricade's backseat, of course, that's where he had been before he'd apparently fallen asleep, but what else was it that he remembered? Concentrating, he tried to chase down the fleeting scraps of memory dancing at the back of his mind. They were strangely surreal and hard to pin down. Was that dreaming then? Yawning, he hauled his left arm up to tug idly at one of his partner's seatbelts as he though. Had Barricade been in the dream? That seemed familiar...
Cold metal against hot flesh... powerful hands, touching, stroking, surprisingly gentle... a pleasured growl...
The flashes of dream-memory sent a shiver of pleasure running down Frenzy's spine to pool in his groin, finally drawing his attention to the strange ache between his legs. Pushing himself to his hands and knees he peered beneath himself at the bulge in the crotch of his pants. Turning over to get a better look - it was already dark in Barricade's interior, without his own body adding another shadow - the course fabric of his pants shifted and rubbed against his penis, causing a sensation somewhere between pain and pleasure. Grunting, he eyed his crotch. His affliction was even more obvious to him than it had been to Barricade, Frenzy having spent a great deal more time surfing the Web and finding humanity's quirks to be rather entertaining. He had an erection. A boner. A hard-on. A stiffy. He could go on. Humans had a million synonyms for sex-related things. Don't even get him started on all the euphemisms for penis...
Well, whatever he called it, he still found it both amusing and bemusing. He didn't appreciate how his body kept doing things without his permission, but on the other hand... boner! On the third hand - which he unfortunately no longer had in body, but would still count in spirit - he wasn't sure he wanted to do anything with it. The internet had made sure he knew what to do with it, but said 'what' was kind of gross, took a lot of effort, and was a thoroughly organic activity. Did he really want to act more like a squishy than necessary? Maybe if he ignored it then it would go away like his stomach ache.
Jabbing his clothed erection with a finger, he sighed dramatically and flipped back onto his stomach. This time his cock - penis, member, manhood, rod, dick, take your pick, there's more! - pressed hard into the seat, and that felt kind-of-really-good. Almost against his will, Frenzy shifted his hips again, and yes, that felt very good. He was about to thrust his hips down again when he froze in realization. Barricade was watching this. He had to be. There was no way this much movement could go on inside him without his partner noticing. Instead of stopping and feeling embarrassed as a normal person might upon realizing that someone was aware of him humping them, Frenzy's mouth curled into a darkly mischievous smirk and he began to rock his hips against his partner. He might not be embarrassed, but his companion's noted silence about this situation indicated that perhaps he was the uncomfortable one, and if there was one thing Frenzy loved, it was unnerving his partner. Let's try playing the 'See How Long Barricade Will Pretend He's Not Watching' game.
Aeons working together tended to allow people get to know each other pretty well, and so Frenzy had managed to read his partner like a book. Barricade was, in fact, rather uncomfortable with this situation and had been trying to ignore Frenzy since he had woken up. Now Frenzy was humping his seat, though, and that was really distracting. Distracting because it was gross, crude, and unpleasant, of course, and not because it was interesting or agreeable in any way. Because it wasn't. It was just another bizarre human process that he had to put up with now, just like eating and ejecting saline solution through his skin, which Frenzy was also doing now, irritatingly enough. Er, that was, he was sweating, not that he was eating. He was only putting up with it because Frenzy was his partner, and partners stuck together, even when one of them turned into a flesh-creature. A flesh-creature that apparently wanted to mate with his seat. It was remarkable how much difficulty Barricade was having in being disgusted by that fact, as much as he told himself he should be.
Frenzy thrust harder against Barricade's seat, and yes that felt nice, very nice to him, and the feeling in his groin was growing, even spreading. It wasn't enough, though, not enough. With a growl he shoved his hand down between his body and the seat, grabbing himself through his pants. He squeezed and rubbed, and that was a bit better, but the fabric chafed and there was an option that would be so much more satisfying, both physically and mentally. Oh, Barricade would hate this and that was why he must... Fumbling with his button and fly, Frenzy shoved his hand into his pants and the feeling of flesh on flesh was yes, yes, yes! But that wasn't his goal, oh no, and so he tugged his cock free of his pants to rest against the leather of his partner's seat. It was all he could do not to squeal out loud in delight, and so he added 'injury' to insult and bit down slightly on Barricade's seat cover to help muffle his glee.
Hazily, he wondered what his partner was thinking right now. Probably grumbling about how horrid humans were, maybe feeling a little mortified by this all. Frenzy did so hope. Or maybe, just maybe, Barricade was feeling a little guilty tingle of pleasure, watching his partner please himself. Maybe deep down he would be feeling a want, a need, to be the one doing the pleasuring. Frenzy knew that his thoughts were drifting away from reality and into fantasy, but he didn't really care because this growing fantasy was making everything so much hotter. He could imagine Barricade's voice, so deep, vibrating through him, purring out insults, and compliments, and he could imagine Barricade's hands, cool, strong, and deadly, stroking carefully down his body... Frenzy moaned loudly. It was time to quit daydreaming and get back into action.
Rubbing the slickening head of his erection against the leather of Barricade's seat to deliciously spite his partner, he curled his bony around it, caressing and prodding, searching for the places the made his muscles stiffen and his toes curl. His hips were rocking again, faster and faster, and the pleasure kept building. It was amazing, but he wanted more. He wanted to elicit a response from his partner, needed to make Barricade squirm, or scream out, or something. Snarling, he dug the fingernails of his free hand into the seat, scraping them across the leather.
For his part, Barricade was trying really, really hard to be grossed out by his partner's activities, but he was slowly becoming more and more fascinated by the display. Frenzy's small moans teased his audio receptors, he found himself tracking the small twitches and contractions passing through his partner's body, and the feeling of teeth worrying his leather and the rhythmic pressure against his seat was becoming increasingly pleasant. Then there were those nails, and he could barely resist shuddering.
Frenzy wished Barricade would shudder. He was close, so close, but he needed something more, needed Barricade. Slaggit, would his mule-headed partner just stop pretending to ignore him and say something already! Frustration built as he furiously tried to work himself to orgasm, hips jerking violently. What could he do to make Barricade give up the game? His teeth clenched harder on the seat, then slackened as his arousal-muddled brain came up with a plan.
Lifting his head, he panted heavily then stuttered out, "Uhn, I'm going to c-c-come."
There was a moment of silence, then: "NOT ON MY INTERIOR."
Yes! Frenzy screamed in triumph and ecstasy, his partner's angry roar shooting straight through him to his cock and pushing him over the edge. Despite the onrushing wave of pleasure, the human still managed to oblige Barricade, grabbing his shirt and tugging it down over his erection. He spasmed, his body tensing involuntary, followed by a rush of thick fluid. Jerk once, jerk twice, jerk three times, and then as the passed he went limp, flopping bonelessly onto the seat.
Silence stretched between the two partners, one smug, satisfied, and trying to regain his breath, the other not sure what to say, having just made it so very obvious that he had been paying attention to the whole thing. Or at least paying attention to some of it, which was still just as bad.
As could be expected, Frenzy broke the silence. "My shirt is dirty," he mumbled into Barricade's seat, smirking against the leather.
That... wasn't what Barricade had been expecting to hear, and so he replies lamely, "You'll be going shopping tomorrow. You can buy a new one."
Frenzy snickered in response but said nothing, choosing only to turn his head slightly to stare at his partner with one mischievous blue eye. He was tired again now. Silence stretched again, and the human had begun to doze off again when Barricade spoke up.
"So," he began, sounding overly gruff in an attempt to cover up his embarrassment. "How was it?"
His partner took a moment to gather his sleeping thoughts, nuzzling Barricade affectionately. Finally he shrugged noncommittally and said, "Less intense than overload."
And because I should get in the habit of it:
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two