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Chapter List
- 1-Witchhunt
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**Legalities**
Public Warning: The following work of fiction contains descriptions of sexual acts which may be legal in your area, including but not limited to consensual sex between minors, nonconsensual sex between minors, incest, sodomy, corruption of a minor, nonconsensual sex with a minor, underage alcohol consumption, and breaking and entering. Furthermore, the characters within the work are adaptations of non-original fictional characters, and any similarity between them and any other persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. Characters within the text are based on characters in The Transformers and TRANSFORMERS, respectively, and are owned and copyrighted by Marvel Comics. The Author in no way condones the behaviors expressed within, nor does the author write this work with the intent to damage or corrupt any image associated with marvel Comics or their owned properties. This text does include language and imagery that are definitely not intended for minors.
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Transformers: The Fallen
Chapter One: Witchhunt.

Starscream leaned back against the filthy cement wall. The rough material scraped his naked back. He laid his head on the cement construct, staring up at the still foreign sky. Only a small portion of the night was visible, framed by steel and neon. The city of Metroplex was a living thing, with an industrial heart and electric blood. Starscream raised one hand, slick from the puddle of oil he had unknowingly sat beside. His discarded clothing had mercifully fallen a few inches away from the shiny black liquid. His boots stood in stark silhouette against the bright street at the end of this alley. Beyond the street lay the city. The street, and the alley, lay outside of a club on the outskirts of the city; it was called The Rust Sea. The club was a hulking mass of iron, reddish brown from oxidation. It was crowned on all four exterior walls by a painfully bright neon sign, which cast a red glow into the alley that Starscream and his guest currently populated. Starscream’s drowsy eyes wandered around the dirty environment. Across from him, forgotten trashcans vibrated with the pulsing bass of the club. Windows, painted out with black, shook relentlessly in their frames.
“Go faster, I’m gonna cum.” Starscream planted his oil-saturated hand in the skunk-colored hair between his thighs. The fifteen-year-old he had met inside graciously obeyed. Starscream let his head loll backwards, until it reconnected with the cold cement. He held the boy’s head in place, ignoring his overacted erotic moans. He explored the boy’s pockets with his free hand, patting each until he found his desire. He lifted the pill, examining it in the city’s glow. The neon painted it pink. A similar shade had painted the sky above Energon City two years ago. Starscream remembered the heat of the explosion. He remembered the shockwave knocking him to the ground. Soundwave helping Barricade to his feet. Soundwave not even noticing him hit the sidewalk. Starscream placed the pill under his tongue. It burned at first, and then a cool numbness spread through his mouth.
His skin tightened, every hair standing on edge, as his nerves began to twitch in response to the drug. Heat from the boy’s mouth became the universe to him. Starscream’s eyes swam with light; dust and shadow danced across his vision with unimaginable clarity. Another couple, drunk, stumbled out of the fire exit and into the alley. They did not notice the carnal scene, despite the male tripping over the boy’s legs. Overkill, Starscream remembered without warning or connection, Overkill was the boy’s name. He had told Starscream in the club, while the DJs switched sets. The couple was already out on the street. The head of Starscream’s cock entered Overkill’s throat. Starscream let his legs fall limp, which brought the boy’s face into view. At this point of the evening, it was a mess of smeared makeup and alley filth. Starscream watched. He stared as Overkill’s mouth slid backward, leaving a thin trail of moisture and lipstick along the length of his shaft. He watched the pucker of Overkill’s smooth cheeks as he inhaled; the flutter of his eyelashes as his head moved forward again. All the while, his tongue slithered along the underside, its tip flicking Starscream’s sensitive head when in range.
Overkill’s black lips made a perfect ring around his cock. Like the boy’s black hair, they were soon streaked with white as runnels of hot cum escaped Overkill’s greedy swallows. Once Starscream’s spasms had subsided, Overkill leaned backward, against the opposite wall of the alley.
“So do you want my number or…” Starscream interrupted.
“We’re not finished here.” His words were thick and slurred. “Stand up and take off your fucking pants.”
“Hey, look, I’ve got to get home or…” Overkill was cut off by an audible click. Starscream pointed the gun in the general direction of the stunned boy. He was too high to aim, but he doubted that Overkill knew that.
“You’ll get tucked in when we’re finished. Pants off.”

***

Bee couldn’t sleep. He rolled over onto his side, staring out the great plate glass window in the room he shared with Sam. Outside, the night was covered with hundreds of neon lights and giant LCD screens. A twenty-foot-tall billboard directly across the street glowed with the animated image of a string-bikini-clad woman bending over the exposed engine of a yellow Camaro. Every thirty seconds, she would look over her shoulder and smile, while the name of the advertised car mechanic would spiral into view over her head. Below this sign was the garage in question, a sprawling complex with at least ten bays. Bee spent a lot of time staring out of this window over the past two years. He had seen between twelve and thirteen different mechanics working in the complex. They spent little time working on cars; it seemed that most of that was done by assorted machinery. Bumblebee had grown to find this scene interesting, mostly due to a lack of other scenery.
Tonight, the complex was dark. Bee watched the woman in the billboard for a few hours. He kept track of time by counting cycles of the animation. Eventually, he heard the apartment door open.

***

Starscream attempted to drop his keys onto the small table by the door, but missed by about a foot. He didn’t notice. Bee came around the corner in front of him. He was lucky. Starscream almost shot him on instinct, but the gun in his hand wasn’t loaded. The boy tried to say something to him, a look of shock and concern on his pretty face. Starscream couldn’t hear him. All he heard was a loud buzzing, that wouldn’t stop. He dragged his feet across the carpet, the automatic pistol still pointed in the general direction he was walking. He was very hot. He wiped sweat from his forehead, dropping the gun to the carpet. He looked up, Bee was holding his arm. His mouth was moving again. Starscream shoved past him, into the bedroom he shared with Soundwave. As his vision went black, he thought he saw two people in the bed.

Starscream woke up in the bathtub. Bee was styling his blonde hair into short spikes in the mirror over the sink. Starscream was pleased to see that he was able to move the majority of his limbs, though it took some effort. His stomach turned as he rose to a sitting position.
“Breakfast?” He muttered, clutching his aching neck.
“Try dinner.” Bee replied, disinterested. “It’s after seven.”
“Fuck.”
“Looks like you already did.” Bee spritzed a cloud of cologne onto his neck and strutted from the bathroom. Starscream looked down at himself, his clothes were filthy, and despite his memory of them being quite far from his person during last night’s activities, several very visible fluid stains stood out on his shirt. He sighed loudly as he pulled himself from the tub. Starscream’s knees popped like firecrackers as he stood, and he swung his head from side to side in an attempt to achieve the same with his neck. He stepped gingerly across the tiled floor, judging whether or not each foot would support him. He reached the sanctuary of the sink, clinging to it with any strength he had. In the mirror, he saw his face covered in filth and makeup. There was no way to tell what makeup was his, and what belonged to boys at the club. He closed the bathroom door, and stripping off the offensive clothing, stepped into the shower.

***

“Bee?” Sam’s voice came from their bedroom. Bee stopped, and retreated to the doorway.
“Yeah?”
“Where are you going? Soundwave said dinner would be ready soon.”
“I was just going to run out for a few sodas.”
“Oh. Well let me grab my hoodie and I’ll come with you.”
“No, it’s fine, I won’t be gone long, don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, no I’ll be fine. If I’m late, you all can start without me.”
“Well, OK, I’ll wait for you here then.” Bee gave his boyfriend a half-hearted smile and rushed to the front door. “Bye!” Sam called. Bee did not reply. He grabbed his messenger bag from the chair by the door and left, pulling it onto his shoulder as the door closed. He hit the street within a minute, and headed away from the apartment building. Sam watched him from the window. He crossed the street, expertly darting between the sporadic evening traffic. Sam lost sight of him as he disappeared into the massive garage across the road. Sighing, the teen stood and left the bedroom. He had felt that Bee was hiding something from him for the past few weeks, and he had noticed his lover’s insomnia.
Sam wandered into the main room of the apartment, noticing a distinct lack of the smell of cooking food. He found a note on the large communal table. Soundwave and Barricade had apparently determined that they were unable to cook dinner that evening, and based on their inability to rouse Starscream, and the fact that Bee had appeared to be going out (presumably with Sam), they had decided to grab a pizza down the street instead. Sam crumpled up the note, and discarding it in the trash, grabbed his jacket and left. He headed away from the garage, assuming that when Bee would explain his newfound interest in cars when he was ready to.

***

A loud mechanical roar filled the dark courtyard as the ice machine came to life. Soundwave looked across the star-pecked sky as the bucket slowly filled. It was apparently true, that if you went far enough, the city lights did give way to nature. This motel, for instance, was so far beyond the limits of downtown that the city of Metroplex seemed to be a bright orange glow on the horizon. It easily rivaled the sunset to Soundwave’s left. The decrepit machine ran dry long before the plastic bucket filled with ice, but Soundwave reasoned that it would be more than enough to get through the night. He pulled the room key from his back pocket and headed back to the room. His bare feet crunched against the dying grass in the courtyard. Dried up or not, it was probably the only grass in Metroplex.
Soundwave slid the card through the metal lock on the door. It took a few tries for him to get the strip in the proper position. Shortly before his hand went numb from cold, he got it right and the lock clicked. He leaned on the handle and slid the heavy door open. Barricade laid in the bed, remote in one hand, warm beer in the other. The beer was the reason that Soundwave had been sent out into the night air wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. He dropped the bucket of ice onto the nightstand and shook his hand vigorously. Barricade dropped the warm bottle into the bucket with a satisfying thump, and tossed the remote onto the comforter folded at the foot of the bed.
“Not shit on tonight,” he said, while pawing his cigarettes off of the nightstand. Soundwave shut the door and flipped the deadbolt. He unbuttoned the jeans and shimmied out of them.
“I didn’t realize we rented the room for the free cable.”
“Hard again already, boy?” The nickname seemed out of place for a man approaching 35, but Soundwave knew that it always had been, and always would be, the only term of affection Barricade would give him.
“It’s the cold,” he said, gesturing outside. “Always gets me hot.” Barricade glanced at the alarm clock.
“Still twenty minutes until check-out.”
“We’ve got time.”
“If we skip the foreplay.” Barricade smirked, and Soundwave crawled onto the bed.

Thirty miles away, Bumblebee stepped into the scarcely lit garage. The air was rich with the scent of motor oil and gasoline. In the distance, he heard the sound of metal working. Bee walked slowly down the hall, his smooth fingers tracing lightly against the wall. Despite his sneakers, his footsteps echoed loudly against the filthy linoleum. At the end of the hall was a door, left slightly ajar. Bright fluorescent light flooded out from this portal. Bee inhaled deeply, his mind filling with guilt only now that he had reached his destination. He considered turning back, running home to Sam, but it was too late. The door opened. Behind it stood a young man with a hard body. He was wearing coveralls, the color of nightshade, that were unzipped to the waist. The exposed skin of his torso was smooth, and the tint of tanned leather. His muscular physique was slick with sweat, and mottled with the black grease and filth of an automotive garage. His name was Beau, but the name stitched on his coveralls read ‘Octane.’ He smiled when he saw Bee, his teeth, almost perfectly white stood in stark contrast to his filthy face. He ran a heavy hand through his unkempt brown hair and stepped back form the door to allow Bee entrance.
“I’m glad you came,” He began, in a voice that was uncharacteristically soft.
“I almost didn’t.” An expression of hurt washed quickly over Beau’s face. “But, I’m glad I came too.” Beau seemed comforted by this, and turned back to a large motor dangling from a steel winch. He slipped his arms from the sleeves of the one-piece uniform, letting the upper half fall behind him to hang from his waist. Bee was forced to notice that the only thing keeping the coveralls on Octane’s body was the snap button between his hips. When the youth slipped a large wrench into his side pocket, the added weight threatened to send the whole article to the floor.
“So what made up your mind?” He asked, facing the engine. Bee stammered together an answer, while his eyes remained glued to the subtle curve at the small of Beau’s back.
“I had to see you again; I wanted to be sure that it wasn’t just a one-time thing.”
“I thought you were seeing someone? That this had to be over.”
“Sam and I, I think that might be over.” Octane did not reply. “It is over.” Octane stopped working and nodded.
“I never intended to come between the two of you.”
“No, it’s not your fault; we’ve had problems for a long time.” He approached Octane, and fought the temptation to pounce on his oily back. To his surprise, the youth spun around. Bee was caught off guard, and turned his face to hide the rising flush on his cheeks. Beau grabbed his chin with one powerful hand. His fingers were rough and callused. The mechanic guided Bee’s mouth upward, and lowered his lips to it.

Barricade dragged the ice cube across Soundwave’s thigh, a thin trail of moisture in its wake. He circled the cube around Soundwave’s balls and up the length of his shaft. Soundwave’s eyes were closed, and his lips were slightly parted. His tongue occasionally darted between them. His breath was shallow and ragged, and his hips rocked slowly. The ice melted away on the hot tip of Soundwave’s cock, cool water dripping onto the motel bed sheets. Barricade grabbed another ice cube from the tan bucket on the floor, and noticing its general roundness, placed it at the opening of Soundwave’s ass. The Decepticon deserter’s body twitched violently in response. With a sinful grin, Barricade pressed the cube into the hot cavity inside his lover. Before Soundwave could regain his breath, Barricade already had another cube in his fingers.
Barricade rolled the cube around Soundwave’s tender opening, before sliding it into the tight hole. The sensation was clearly affecting Soundwave, a drop of milky fluid had formed on the tip of his cock.

Bee felt himself lifted onto the tool chest with little effort. He kicked his shoes to the ground, and lifted himself as Octane pulled his pants down and off. Octane moved between Bee’s naked legs, grasping the fourteen-year-old’s bouncy cock. His touch was surprisingly gentle. Bee leaned back against the cement block wall, giving in entirely to Octane’s touch. The older boy stroked Bee’s shaft, letting its head rub across his palm. Beau deftly unsnapped the last button of his coveralls, letting the heavy purple fabric hit the dirty floor before stepping out of them. Bee examined the youth’s body, fascinated with the tight muscles of his abdomen, and the defined edges of his hips and ribs. Even limp, his cock was impressive compared to Sam’s, and it was hardening before Bee’s eyes. He felt Octane’s eyes on his body, and loved it. He was pleased to see Octane’s other hand reaching for his swelling cock, stroking it gently while he stroked Bee’s. Octane’s gaze did not leave Bee’s body until his cock had become rigid, standing out from his body with a tenacity and desire that Bee had never experienced before.
Of course, several weeks before, he had met Octane under similar conditions, but the act was fast, and unplanned, with little passion between the two. He had stolen a large amount of liquor from the apartment to work up the courage to approach the boy he had been watching for so long. As a result, he had very little memory of the sex itself, and he imagined it was not very impressive on his end. This time would be different.
Bee shoved two fingers into his mouth, and after suckling on them for a moment, spread the saliva onto his asshole. Octane stepped forward, his cock sliding into the teenager. Bee cried out, his hips rocking against Octane’s as he tried to regain control of his body. Octane wasted no time. He thrust into the boy with a hasty rhythm. Bee locked his legs behind Beau’s strong back, his head lolling backwards as the strength left his body. Octane wrapped his arms around the teen, supporting most of his weight. His cock pistoned relentlessly upward, striking every sensitive nerve. The air was hot, and sweat broke out on Bee’s arms. Huffs of air escaped his throat, as his chest and shoulders flushed a bright red. Octane lifted him, holding him close against his body. Bee’s cock rubbed up and down Octane’s cut abs. Octane’s thrusts became slower, and deeper. Loud slaps echoed through the bay each time Bee slid down to the base of his shaft. With the sound of a disappointed mewl from Bumblebee, he set the boy down and pulled out.
“What’s wrong?” Bee asked, his cock about to burst, his body aching for one more minute of penetration. He subconsciously grasped his erection, pumping it as his thighs quivered.
“Nothing,” Octane replied, “But come with me.” Bee nodded, and slid off of the tool chest, letting Beau lead him through the complex.

Soundwave squirmed beside Barricade, their arms crossed as they stroked each other. Barricade’s arousal soon matched Soundwave’s. Noticing the familiar signs of his lover’s body, Soundwave rolled on top of the ex-police officer. He positioned his cock to enter the older man.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’, boy?” Barricade’s annoyed voice broke through the silence. “I think you’ve been with that kid a little too long.” Barricade struggled under Soundwave’s weight. Soundwave had him pinned. In the two years since their reunion, Barricade had never considered giving Soundwave an inch of control. They had only fucked a handful of times; Soundwave was still reluctant to let Starscream know. Barricade had a hunch he already did. Nobody went out for pizza for six hours. Though there was nothing special about this particular night, Soundwave had simply grown tired of being on the bottom again. Realizing that forcing his way into Barricade’s ass would be a losing battle with long-term consequences, Soundwave repositioned. He rolled forward, onto his knees, effectively pinning Barricade’s arms with his legs. His erection shook with the movement, hardly an inch from Barricade’s face. Soundwave grabbed Barricade’s cheeks, and leaned down close to him.
“Open wide, officer,” he whispered, “We’re doing things differently tonight.” Barricade’s eyes widened with shock.

“I thought you might like to be more comfortable,” Octane said, pulling Bee into a dark room deep within the complex.
“Oh yeah,” Bee replied, sarcastically, “It was horrible.” Octane left him in the shadows to search the walls for the light switch. After a few seconds, a click and the hum of fluorescent bulbs signaled his success. The room was an office, presumably for some member of upper-management. It was very plush, compared to the linoleum and steel of the neighboring rooms. Against the far wall was a very padded, very teal, faux leather bench seat. It was about seven feet long, and maybe two feet wide. Octane lay down on this designing atrocity, naked save for a pair of aged work boots. His cock stood up expectantly, fully aware of the coming pleasure. Octane’s form was fully reflected in a wall mirror facing the foot of the bench. He gestured for Bee to join him.
The teen stepped carefully over Octane’s waist, his back to the mirror.
“No,” Octane began. “Face the other way. It’s so much hotter when you can watch, don’t you think?”
“Um,” Bee weighed the pros and cons of keeping this stud in bed, but his mind was made up with another jump of his erection. “Sure.” He dismounted Octane and turned slowly, before moving to straddle the bench again. He faced himself, almost head to toe, in the mirror on the wall. Blushing, Bee closed his eyes and lowered himself. The second penetration went as smoothly as the first, and the new direction caused Octane’s swollen cock to strike areas inside of Bee that had never before been touched.

Barricade’s muffled protests were to no avail. Soundwave was determined to prove his dominance, or at least co-dominance, in the relationship, no matter the cost. Soundwave thrusted forcibly into Barricade’s mouth, shoving his cock-head far into the cop’s throat. Every few thrusts, he would pull out so that Barricade could pull in a few gasping breaths. Wisely, Barricade did not use these breaks as an opportunity to argue. Based on the fact that he had yet to feel Barricade’s teeth grating against his shaft, Soundwave assumed that the officer was enjoying the change of pace as well. Using his body to block Barricade’s view, Soundwave looked over his shoulder and was pleased to find the cop relatively unguarded. He pulled his shaft quickly from Barricade’s mouth, sliding two of the fingers on his right hand into the saliva-slick orifice. Barricade realized, too late, what the intention of that act was. Before he had a chance to protect himself, Soundwave reached back and forced the lubricated fingers into Barricade’s rarely probed anus.
Barricade shook violently beneath Soundwave, trying desperately to free himself. Soundwave knew that the payback for this adventure would be severe, but for now, it was worth it. Soundwave again shoved his cock into the depths of Barricade’s mouth. He had never felt a power rush like this from fucking Starscream. Dominating Barricade was bringing incredible waves of pleasure to him. Barricade’s throat tightened around his cock as the officer tried to gulp down air.
“Need to breathe?” Soundwave said, before sarcastically adding, “Sir?” Barricade nodded, his face a red, wet mess. Soundwave scooted backwards, freeing Barricade’s arms, his cock escaping with a loud pop. Barricade coughed loudly, and wiped saliva from his face. He made a few playful swipes at Soundwave, but his arms were still numb, and he was unable to make contact.
“I oughta teach you a real lesson, boy. Cuff your ass and show you a real fucking,” Barricade snarled. Soundwave smiled, holding back a laugh. He glanced over at the police-issue cuffs that Barricade had conveniently ‘forgotten’ when he retired from the force. Inspiration has a funny way of striking at the right time. He darted for the cold steel, easily plucking the cuffs from the nightstand, despite Barricade’s efforts to beat him to them. Soundwave grabbed Barricade’s arm, just as feeling was returning, and slapped one cuff around it, cinching the other end on Barricade’s left arm.

Bee kept his eyes tightly shut, as he slowly rose and fell on Octane’s vertical shaft. Octane’s hands rested gently on Bee’s hips, helping him maintain balance. Bee tried to focus on the sensations and sounds of their contact. Octane’s raspy breath, the creaking of the bench, the fullness he felt. As the euphoria washed over him, Bee forgot his shame and opened his eyes. He was greeted with a full image of himself, riding Octane’s cock. His eyes were immediately drawn to the point of penetration. He watched as Octane disappeared inside of him. He saw the mechanic’s rough hands on his smooth hips, and found that he liked it. Bee ran his hands across his body, watching as his reflection did the same. His eyes rose to watch his own cock in the mirror as his hand closed around it. Bee’s empty hand trailed across his chest, massaging both nipples as his passion rose. Octane’s hands tightened on his waist. Bee felt Octane begin a series of upward thrusts, and noticed that his breaths had turned into short whines.
He stared at Octane’s cock in the mirror, tightening around it as he felt a wave of heat fill him. He watched with wonder as pearly streams ran down its length, and with a few short, loud cries, he squeezed his cock and came. It may have just been the reflection, but Bee swore that a few drops hit the mirror.

Barricade growled in pain and anger as Soundwave flipped him face down on the bed. His face was buried in the foam pillows at the head of the bed. Through sheer luck, for Soundwave, his legs had become tangled in the sheets. Soundwave pulled Barricade’s hips upward, forcing him into a prone position. He knelt behind Barricade, spreading the cop’s legs enough to fit between them, while not giving Barricade enough room to escape his entanglement.
Soundwave circled his spit-lubricated fingers around Barricade’s ass, occasionally darting one or the other into the hole. Soundwave took pleasure in the squeals of dismay that issued from Barricade. Once he had gotten to a point where even his thumb brought little response, he moved on to penetrating the man with two fingers. He rotated his middle and ring fingers in the tight space, noting which angles elicited the best responses. Barricade squirmed under Soundwave’s grip, but did not mutter much protest. Any words he may have spoken were lost in the foam pillows, anyway. Soundwave soon found that he could bury his fingers to the knuckle with little reaction, and determined that he had prepared enough. He repositioned, his now throbbing cock pointed toward its target.
Soundwave slathered saliva over its length. He was nervous, but didn’t know why. The tip of Soundwave’s cock rubbed gently against Barricade’s asshole, and the cop reacted violently.
“Don’t you fuckin’ think about it, boy.”
“I’m not stopping now, Jesse.” Soundwave leaned forward, and his cock began to ease its way into Barricade’s tight ass. Barricade squirmed, biting into the pillow to fight through the initial pain. Soundwave’s cock was already sensitive from their previous encounters that afternoon, and the incredible tightness inside Barricade was almost too much. He stopped moving forward after only a few inches of progress, and pulled back for another thrust. Barricade had stopped fighting. Soundwave didn’t know if this was because he was beginning to enjoy it, or if he had simply passed out. Soundwave tried a series of short, quick thrusts, trying to loosen the cop up, and relieve some of the pain and pressure. Barricade seemed to respond positively. After a few minutes of this, he slid in more deeply, and he knew he had hit a favorable spot in Barricade. The cop let out a loud gasp, and shivered slightly.
“I knew you’d learn to like it, boy,” Soundwave said, daring to steal the cop’s words. Soundwave was getting worried. The thrill of this was getting to him, and he feared that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. On the other hand, he thought, he was in charge now, so what did it matter when he finished?
Soundwave clung to Barricade’s hips, and thrust deeply into him. Barricade jerked in response, and Soundwave was pleased to see that he was, in fact, still conscious. He began to vigorously penetrate his lover, shocked by the intense pleasure he got from such an unused hole. Soundwave licked his palm and reached under Barricade, grabbing a hold of his cock. He stroked it quickly, as Barricade struggled to regain some control over himself. Between the handjob and the completely new sensation of being fucked, Barricade was quivering with pleasure.
Soundwave, almost completely absorbed in his own sensations, hardly noticed the increased moisture in his fist. Knowing that he was pleasuring Barricade turned him on considerably, and he finally found himself peaking.
“Oh fuck.” Barricade spoke into the pillow, with some wonder. Barricade’s hips moved on their own, thrusting into Soundwave’s fist. His ass clenched, sending a shockwave of pleasure rushing through Soundwave’s lower body. As a thin trickle of blood formed around Soundwave’s cock, he threw his head back and came, still thrusting deeply into Barricade’s ass. Barricade responded similarly, and as large drops of cum fell from Soundwave’s fingers and onto the bed, he admitted, at least to himself, that this wasn’t all bad.

Bee lounged on the bench, staring at the office ceiling with little interest. Octane was just reentering the room, their clothes in his arms.
“I hope no one notices the stains we made on the carpet,” Bee said.
“Don’t worry about it. The cleaning crew comes tomorrow to do all the offices. And besides, this is my boss’s office, he’s never really here.”
“Must be nice.”
“Yeah, it’s ok. Let’s me do my own thing, for the most part. He shows up, maybe once a month, terrorizes everyone, and then leaves.” Bee stood, his head still swimming, and strode to the desk in the center of the room. He leaned on it, and began to redress. Bee grabbed his shoes off of the pile, accidentally knocking a pad of stationary to the floor. He glanced briefly at the wording on the top of the paper, but as it had no relevance to him, he ignored it and placed it back in its original position.
“What is Galvatron Industries?” Bee asked, trying to make conversation.
“Hmm? Our parent company. They own the garage.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, it’s operated out of Energon City. They bought us out a couple of months after that terrorist attack.”
“Terrorist?”
“When the Ark Hotel blew up? Don’t you watch the news kid?”
“Must have missed that story.” They finished dressing in silence, and Bee left to head home.

Barricade was driving, in silence. Soundwave knew that he wouldn’t be happy, and the extra fee of checking out late certainly didn’t help put him in a better mood. Soundwave was upset; his loud sighs and apologies didn’t seem to help as much as usual. Barricade shifted uncomfortably every time they went over one of the numerous bumps on the highway. Discouraged, Soundwave turned on the radio, and tuned it to a favorite station. He stared moodily out the window. When the car finally pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex, it was well after 10. Soundwave would find some difficulty explaining their tardiness to Starscream. Soundwave gave apologizing one last effort.
“Can we talk, before we go in?”
“What’s there to talk about?” Barricade spoke harshly, mostly to the windshield.
“I just thought that our experiment back there went better than…”
“Experiment? You raped me in a shitty motel. One we’re no longer allowed in, by the way.”
“Rape? That’s a bit harsh. No worse than anything you’ve done to me.”
“What I used to do to you was rape.” Soundwave’s jaw snapped shut. He hadn’t expected such a comeback. “You’ve apparently changed since being with Starscream, apparently this ain’t going to work out.”
“Jesse, come on, I got a little high, and thought that it might be a nice change of pace. With as much cum as I washed out of my hand, you can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.” Barricade sighed. He turned to look at Soundwave, the anger in his eyes giving away to shameful forgiveness. He leaned over the center console, placing a strong hand on the back of Soundwave’s head. Soundwave felt himself pulled toward the officer, and their lips met in the center of the car. Barricade smelled strongly of his cologne, freshly applied on their way out of the room. They repeated the kiss, lips slightly apart, sharing breath. Barricade finally broke the kiss and moved closer, his mouth beside Soundwave’s ear. He whispered.
“Never again, boy. Or your ass will be out on the street.” Barricade opened his door and left the car without another word. Soundwave knew that he had won. He followed Barricade into the complex, preparing himself for a second fight with his younger lover, but Starscream wasn’t home.
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