Smut is good for you...
Barricade knew he shouldn’t be here. It was illogical, stupid, to walk knowingly into this… trap. But there was just something about him… something compelling… Barricade had never felt anything like how he felt in the other’s hands.
He hated it. But he couldn’t help himself.
He heard the thrum of the other’s engines before he saw him, a dark shape against a dimming sky. Hot wind preceded the other mech, kicking up dust that swirled around Barricade’s still form as the larger mech reversed thrust, landing mere feet from him. Barricade found himself unceremoniously shoved against the wall, the other’s mass pinning him in place. Long claws worked between armor plates, razor-sharp edges sliding teasingly across sensitive wires.
Barricade dug his own claws into the other’s forearms, arching against the larger mech’s restraining grip. His captor responded with a deep chuckle.
One set of claws slid free, scraping up his side to the seam in his chest, working claw tips into the gap, forcing it open millimeter by millimeter. Barricade hissed in pain, flinching back into the wall to no avail. The claws followed, digging in harder.
The other’s mouth descended on his neck, sharp teeth grazing the vulnerable area between faceplate and shoulder. His other hand ghosted down Barricade’s thigh, claw tips tracing ever-so-lightly over armored legs.
Barricade felt his resistance crumble as a massive hand slid between his legs, claws clenching and dragging across the inside of his thigh; as teeth caught delicate wiring and bit… Barricade shuddered in mingled pleasure and pain, finally giving in, slumping back and allowing the other the access he demanded.
The larger mech growled in triumph and desire, shoving the chestplate open farther. He ran a claw down the spark casing, reveling in the shudders that ran through Barricade’s frame. One twitch of a claw, and the interceptor would be dead at his feet.
There was nothing quite like holding another’s life in your hands… and making them love it, he mused, slowly scraping claws down the fuel line, hearing Barricade moan in response. Seeing a creature as fiercely independent as Barricade humble himself so completely, laying himself so vulnerably before him… it was intoxicating.
Sometime later, Barricade lay slumped against his master’s side, watching steam rising from exhaust vents as their overheated systems cooled.
“Did you miss me?” the other whispered, stroking a claw down the side of his face.
Barricade’s answer was as much pledge as affirmation. “Always, Lord Megatron.”
He hated it. But he couldn’t help himself.
He heard the thrum of the other’s engines before he saw him, a dark shape against a dimming sky. Hot wind preceded the other mech, kicking up dust that swirled around Barricade’s still form as the larger mech reversed thrust, landing mere feet from him. Barricade found himself unceremoniously shoved against the wall, the other’s mass pinning him in place. Long claws worked between armor plates, razor-sharp edges sliding teasingly across sensitive wires.
Barricade dug his own claws into the other’s forearms, arching against the larger mech’s restraining grip. His captor responded with a deep chuckle.
One set of claws slid free, scraping up his side to the seam in his chest, working claw tips into the gap, forcing it open millimeter by millimeter. Barricade hissed in pain, flinching back into the wall to no avail. The claws followed, digging in harder.
The other’s mouth descended on his neck, sharp teeth grazing the vulnerable area between faceplate and shoulder. His other hand ghosted down Barricade’s thigh, claw tips tracing ever-so-lightly over armored legs.
Barricade felt his resistance crumble as a massive hand slid between his legs, claws clenching and dragging across the inside of his thigh; as teeth caught delicate wiring and bit… Barricade shuddered in mingled pleasure and pain, finally giving in, slumping back and allowing the other the access he demanded.
The larger mech growled in triumph and desire, shoving the chestplate open farther. He ran a claw down the spark casing, reveling in the shudders that ran through Barricade’s frame. One twitch of a claw, and the interceptor would be dead at his feet.
There was nothing quite like holding another’s life in your hands… and making them love it, he mused, slowly scraping claws down the fuel line, hearing Barricade moan in response. Seeing a creature as fiercely independent as Barricade humble himself so completely, laying himself so vulnerably before him… it was intoxicating.
Sometime later, Barricade lay slumped against his master’s side, watching steam rising from exhaust vents as their overheated systems cooled.
“Did you miss me?” the other whispered, stroking a claw down the side of his face.
Barricade’s answer was as much pledge as affirmation. “Always, Lord Megatron.”