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Transformers: Energon City

Cassette 4: Authority and Social-Order Maintaining Orientation

“In Stage four, it is important to obey laws, dictums and social conventions because of their importance in maintaining a functioning society. Moral reasoning in stage four is thus beyond the need for individual approval exhibited in stage three; society must learn to transcend individual needs.” –Kohlberg

Barricade stared out the diner window. This meeting was leaving a sour taste in his mouth. He took a great sip from his mug of stale coffee, and found himself temporarily distracted by the chain of brown rings the overfilled mug had left on the countertop. The lack of sleep was getting to him.

“Well? Are you interested, or can I stop wasting my time here?” The man speaking was elegantly dressed, and stood out in the filthy restaurant. This was their third conversation. The dialogue was always the same, and this was no different.

“Why do we always have to do this under so many eyes?” Barricade asked, doubting he would get an answer, but desperate for an escape from perpetual repetition. “It don’t exactly help my image as a cop to be eating pie in a backwater diner with a man dressed like he was at a God-damned opera.”

“Would you look any better meeting me in a dark alley behind a warehouse somewhere?” The man flicked the butt of his cigar, sending gray ash hurtling toward the general direction of a glass ashtray. Barricade sighed. At least he got a reply.

“Look, I’m not interested in getting involved in anything with a man that won’t even tell me his real name.”

“Don’t we all go by many names, Barricade?” The man smirked. His eyes were shadowed by the brim of a pristine white fedora. The man seemed to be an unfortunate actor, sucked straight from the screen of a cheesy 1920’s gangster film. “Just keep me in mind, that’s all I ask. We could both be in a position to acquire a large sum of money.” Barricade scoffed. “Do you still have my card?”

“Must’ve lost it.”

“Well, in that case,” The walking cliché pulled a small white card from his interior coat pocket, unintentionally revealing the butt of a pistol. “Try to hang on to this one.” The card was free of design or imagery. It featured simple black text stating a phone number and the man’s name. Megatron.

Soundwave and Ravage waited patiently for Barricade’s return. Soundwave remained as motionless as possible, his eyes trained on the apartment door. Ravage was less immobile, sneaking several glances over his shoulder at the youth that took his virginity. There was longing in the glance, though Soundwave could not see it. Ravage put every fiber of his mind into memorizing every curve and ridge of Soundwave’s body. The two were nude, sitting cross-legged on the large bed. Every few minutes, Soundwave would nod at Ravage, and the two would briefly stroke each other’s cocks, in an attempt to be completely ready for Barricade as soon as he returned. Each time Soundwave’s fingers slid around his shaft, Ravage’s body shivered.

Finally, after an eternity, there was movement in the hallway. They heard the jingle of keys, and the loud click as the lock tumblers fell into place. Seconds later, the doorknob turned, and Barricade stepped into the apartment. His eyes were downcast, his shoulders heavy. It was obvious that the weight of the world lay on him. Barricade glanced up at the boys, and despite the ache of desire, simply approached the bed and collapsed between them. He rolled onto his back, shutting his eyes to the brightness of the overhead light, and breathed a sigh of contentment. Barricade felt someone tugging at his waistband.

“No. Not tonight. It’s bedtime.” There was an audible sigh of disappointment. Barricade lifted his head and begrudgingly opened his eyes. He saw Soundwave and Ravage, naked and erect. Soundwave was crouching over him, looking concerned. Ravage was in much the same position he was in originally. His back was to Barricade, the beginnings of his ass visible amongst the crumpled blanket. He was leaning back on his hands, looking over his shoulder at them. No, Barricade thought, at him. Ravage was staring intently at Soundwave, seeming to ignore Barricade entirely. “It’s been a rough day, kids. I really don’t have it in me tonight.”

“Don’t worry; I do have it in me.” Soundwave crawled up Barricade’s chest, laying his lithe form on top of the officer. His erection throbbed against Barricade’s thigh. The boy drew even with his face, and flashed the most seductive glare he could muster. Barricade had no choice but to give in. He smiled, then laughed. The reaction caused confusion to spread across Soundwave’s face, but when the cop entwined his fingers in Soundwave’s hair, confusion became happiness. Barricade pulled Soundwave’s head down, bringing their mouths together. Soundwave’s lips parted, and the couple shared breath as their tongues danced. Ravage had little option but to watch silently. Nerves fired throughout Soundwave’s body as their lips connected, and Barricade felt the boy’s hips softly gyrating against him. The cop rotated his leg, drawing his thigh up between Soundwave’s legs. The movement put pressure against Soundwave’s cock, giving the boy something to grind against.

Ravage burned with jealousy. He had retreated to a corner of the bed, wishing he had the willpower to look away. He was unfortunately enraptured with Soundwave’s every movement. Soundwave’s ass rose and fell rhythmically; his slender fingers gripped the sheet in a desperate act of grounding. His skin looked soft as velvet, and Ravage knew from experience that it felt the same. If only there was a way to make Soundwave his own.

As if picking up on Ravage’s thoughts, Barricade gripped his lover tighter, holding his taut muscles with strong hands. Tiring of the anticipation, Soundwave broke free of Barricade’s grasp, just long enough to begin picking at the man’s clothes. Barricade reluctantly helped him, knowing that the boy wouldn’t rest until he was satisfied. He only hoped that the kid would shoot quickly. As if for the first time, Barricade noticed Ravage. He couldn’t read the boy’s expression, but could not find any reason not to include him. After all, more cock never hurt.

It took careful maneuvering, but Barricade had positioned the boys as he had wanted. Ravage was on his back, looking broodingly to the side. Soundwave was kneeling over him, his cock centimeters above the younger boy’s. Barricade moved up behind Soundwave, whose pert ass hung over the bed by a few inches. The cop leaned over the boy and forced his thumb into Ravage’s mouth. The teen was surprised, but not for long. Barricade pulled the finger free, and used Ravage’s saliva to lubricate Soundwave’s anus. He slid his erection into the eternally tight hole.

Soundwave’s body barely shifted from Barricade’s thrusting, and his cock dipped teasingly close to Ravage’s. The teenager had no choice but to lay motionless, watching the one he loved getting fucked by another man. He wanted desperately to raise his hips and let their erections meet, but he feared retribution from Barricade.

Unknown to Ravage, Barricade had more or less forgotten he was there. He certainly wasn’t paying any attention to him. Barricade was focusing on Soundwave, and Soundwave was like-wise focusing on him. Soundwave would occasionally send glances over his shoulder at the cop, but otherwise, kept his eyes closed. Unable to stand being ignored any longer, Ravage shifted his position, bringing his cock up against Soundwave’s. He wrapped his fingers around both, and let Barricade’s momentum propel both erections into his fist. The added sensation drew moans of delight from Soundwave. The very same moans built incredible pleasure in both of the other participants. Barricade suddenly began to shift into a series of short, rapid thrusts, and Ravage thought he knew what was coming.

“Sound…Soundwave!” Barricade shouted, his voice strained.

“Oh…Oh God yes.” Soundwave’s cock began to twitch against Ravage’s. The teenager felt something hot dripping onto his legs, and knew Barricade had finished inside of Soundwave.

“Barricade,” Soundwave began, his voice soft and far away. “I love you.” The strength flooded from Ravage’s body, and he fell against the mattress. Soundwave came. As the fluid dripped onto Ravage’s stomach, he heard Barricade reply.

Ravage did not explain to his parents where he had been, or why he reeked of smoke, alcohol, and sex. He spent the next day locked in his room, trying to force Barricade’s words out of his head. Shit, of course you do, it’s just the two of us ain’t it? Always has been, always will be.
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