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Blackout was a straightforward sort of mech. If he wanted something, he took it. If that something resisted, he beat it into submission, and then took it. Sneaky he was not.
But he had to admit, this plan of Frenzy’s had merit.
A threesome hadn’t occurred to Blackout; Frenzy had never really interested him. He’d always thought of Barricade’s relationship with Frenzy the same way he thought of his own relationship with Skorponok; sort of a pet. Obviously he was wrong. Skorpy wouldn’t even think of doing what Frenzy was suggesting. Besides, Blackout’s hand was bigger than Frenzy’s whole body. It wasn’t like the little guy could fight back, and that would be boring. No challenge, no danger, no thrill.
But Barricade, now - the interceptor was still smaller than him, but vicious and more than able to hold his own in a fight. And the claws…
Blackout liked the claws.
“Yesyesyes?” Frenzy interrupted Blackout’s fantasy with impatience.
“Yes,” Blackout rumbled.
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Barricade was afraid. It was an expression Blackout had never seen on his face before. Not when Blackout had caught him from behind, pinning his hands - and claws - before Barricade could even start to fight back. Not when Blackout forced him to the ground while Frenzy watched. Not even when Blackout’s fingers had forced open his chestplate.
But when Frenzy ran sharp claws down his spark casing…
It was unbelievably enticing.
One of Blackout’s hands was occupied with keeping Barricade from ripping out his optics, but the other was free to take advantage of the situation. He ran his hand down Barricade’s side, watching Frenzy in fascination as the little ‘Con tightened his grip on his partner’s spark casing, scratching off thin curls of metal. Barricade shivered, armor scraping along the insides of Blackout’s legs.
The big mech touched a finger to Barricade’s main fuel line, sliding it teasingly up and down. One good tug, and the line would break, and Barricade would bleed out in minutes. He pushed down just hard enough to hurt, reveling in the knowledge that he held Barricade’s life in his hands - literally. He could feel in Barricade’s sudden tense stillness that the other mech knew it as well.
“Herehere-“ Frenzy tugged on his hand. Blackout resisted the urge to swat the little ‘Con.
He stroked the area Frenzy indicated, and was rewarded with another shiver, Barricades optics going dark. Smirking, he dug his fingers in. Barricade’s answering groan was as much desperate need as pain. The smaller mech twisted under him as Blackout forced his fingers in further. Then Frenzy sank his claws into a circuit board and scratched.
Barricade screamed.
The pain and need in his voice was sublime; enough to send Blackout over the edge, his grip tightening as his systems overloaded.
Maybe there’s something to this whole conspiracy thing, Blackout thought fuzzily just before his processor shut down.
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Title: Mine
Rating: PG-13 for mild kink
Pairing: Barricade/Frenzy, mention of Barricade/Blackout
Warning: none
Summary: Sequal to Conspiracy. Barricade debates killing Frenzy.
Barricade stared up at the warehouse ceiling. Blackout, realizing how unwise it would be to still be in range when Barricade recovered, had already left.
Frenzy, though -
Barricade knew he should kill the spastic little hacker. Every ounce of logic he possessed screamed at him to kill Frenzy now. After the humiliation he’d just suffered, he had every reason to smash the little ‘Con into paste.
Frenzy had set him up.
All of the humiliation, the incredible pain… the pleasure, whispered a rebellious voice in the back of his mind. He ignored it. All of it was Frenzy’s fault.
Frenzy had betrayed him.
But you liked it, whispered the voice.
He’d be better off without Frenzy. Megatron would find another hacker, and Barricade would find another partner.
But you don’t want another partner.
Then I’ll work alone.
But you don’t want to, do you? There was something mocking in the thought.
Annoyed with himself, he shoved the thought away. He picked up Frenzy from off his chest, careful not to wake him, and sat up.
Frenzy had to die. To let him escape alive was to let himself be manipulated, controlled…
He stared at the sleeping mech in his hand, willing himself to close his fist and crush the little traitor.
Why didn’t he run? Barricade thought. He should have fled, should have done anything but drop into recharge on top of the partner he’d just betrayed. He’s not afraid of me. Even Blackout, the current bane of Barricade’s existence, feared what he could do. Of course, in Blackout’s case, that just encouraged him...
But Frenzy wasn’t afraid at all.
He trusts me. To protect him. To not hurt him…
And Barricade found he kinda liked that.
Barricade climbed to his feet, feeling sore. He looked down at Frenzy, still curled up in his hand. Then he tucked his partner away in his compartment.
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Frenzy sat in the darkness of his compartment, listening to the familiar purr of his partner’s engine, and smiled. He’d been awake, still and quiet, but ready to bolt at the first violent move Barricade made.
I win, he thought with satisfaction, curling back up. You’re mine.
End fic
But he had to admit, this plan of Frenzy’s had merit.
A threesome hadn’t occurred to Blackout; Frenzy had never really interested him. He’d always thought of Barricade’s relationship with Frenzy the same way he thought of his own relationship with Skorponok; sort of a pet. Obviously he was wrong. Skorpy wouldn’t even think of doing what Frenzy was suggesting. Besides, Blackout’s hand was bigger than Frenzy’s whole body. It wasn’t like the little guy could fight back, and that would be boring. No challenge, no danger, no thrill.
But Barricade, now - the interceptor was still smaller than him, but vicious and more than able to hold his own in a fight. And the claws…
Blackout liked the claws.
“Yesyesyes?” Frenzy interrupted Blackout’s fantasy with impatience.
“Yes,” Blackout rumbled.
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Barricade was afraid. It was an expression Blackout had never seen on his face before. Not when Blackout had caught him from behind, pinning his hands - and claws - before Barricade could even start to fight back. Not when Blackout forced him to the ground while Frenzy watched. Not even when Blackout’s fingers had forced open his chestplate.
But when Frenzy ran sharp claws down his spark casing…
It was unbelievably enticing.
One of Blackout’s hands was occupied with keeping Barricade from ripping out his optics, but the other was free to take advantage of the situation. He ran his hand down Barricade’s side, watching Frenzy in fascination as the little ‘Con tightened his grip on his partner’s spark casing, scratching off thin curls of metal. Barricade shivered, armor scraping along the insides of Blackout’s legs.
The big mech touched a finger to Barricade’s main fuel line, sliding it teasingly up and down. One good tug, and the line would break, and Barricade would bleed out in minutes. He pushed down just hard enough to hurt, reveling in the knowledge that he held Barricade’s life in his hands - literally. He could feel in Barricade’s sudden tense stillness that the other mech knew it as well.
“Herehere-“ Frenzy tugged on his hand. Blackout resisted the urge to swat the little ‘Con.
He stroked the area Frenzy indicated, and was rewarded with another shiver, Barricades optics going dark. Smirking, he dug his fingers in. Barricade’s answering groan was as much desperate need as pain. The smaller mech twisted under him as Blackout forced his fingers in further. Then Frenzy sank his claws into a circuit board and scratched.
Barricade screamed.
The pain and need in his voice was sublime; enough to send Blackout over the edge, his grip tightening as his systems overloaded.
Maybe there’s something to this whole conspiracy thing, Blackout thought fuzzily just before his processor shut down.
End fic
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Title: Mine
Rating: PG-13 for mild kink
Pairing: Barricade/Frenzy, mention of Barricade/Blackout
Warning: none
Summary: Sequal to Conspiracy. Barricade debates killing Frenzy.
Barricade stared up at the warehouse ceiling. Blackout, realizing how unwise it would be to still be in range when Barricade recovered, had already left.
Frenzy, though -
Barricade knew he should kill the spastic little hacker. Every ounce of logic he possessed screamed at him to kill Frenzy now. After the humiliation he’d just suffered, he had every reason to smash the little ‘Con into paste.
Frenzy had set him up.
All of the humiliation, the incredible pain… the pleasure, whispered a rebellious voice in the back of his mind. He ignored it. All of it was Frenzy’s fault.
Frenzy had betrayed him.
But you liked it, whispered the voice.
He’d be better off without Frenzy. Megatron would find another hacker, and Barricade would find another partner.
But you don’t want another partner.
Then I’ll work alone.
But you don’t want to, do you? There was something mocking in the thought.
Annoyed with himself, he shoved the thought away. He picked up Frenzy from off his chest, careful not to wake him, and sat up.
Frenzy had to die. To let him escape alive was to let himself be manipulated, controlled…
He stared at the sleeping mech in his hand, willing himself to close his fist and crush the little traitor.
Why didn’t he run? Barricade thought. He should have fled, should have done anything but drop into recharge on top of the partner he’d just betrayed. He’s not afraid of me. Even Blackout, the current bane of Barricade’s existence, feared what he could do. Of course, in Blackout’s case, that just encouraged him...
But Frenzy wasn’t afraid at all.
He trusts me. To protect him. To not hurt him…
And Barricade found he kinda liked that.
Barricade climbed to his feet, feeling sore. He looked down at Frenzy, still curled up in his hand. Then he tucked his partner away in his compartment.
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Frenzy sat in the darkness of his compartment, listening to the familiar purr of his partner’s engine, and smiled. He’d been awake, still and quiet, but ready to bolt at the first violent move Barricade made.
I win, he thought with satisfaction, curling back up. You’re mine.
End fic