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Post by Barricade on Sept 14, 2011 18:01:51 GMT -5
Barricade moved onto the berth at Ironhide's coaxing, rubbing his thumb against the side of his cable as me moved his legs so that he was straddling Ironhide's lap. When Ironhide rubbed his hand against Barricade's interface module, the rim of his port, and the tip of his interface cable, Barricade's engine purred louder. The smaller mech cried out in surprise at the sudden influx of sensations, nuzzling against Ironhide's forehead gently. The sensations were alien to Barricade, but they didn't feel bad or hurt, and he welcomed that.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 14, 2011 18:20:20 GMT -5
Ironhide deepened the interaction between their forward sensory array's gradually, not unlike deepening a kiss as his own interface cable writhed gently in Barricade's hand. He was not in a hurry to get to the interfacing itself, but he wanted to get Barricade comfortable with what he was feeling at the very least. Ironhide continued to caress the tip of his cable, tracing his thumb tip around it, then rubbing lightly over the rounded end again, coaxing tenderly as his other hand traced along the edges of Barricade's armor plates and up the younger mech's back, both soothing and enticing him, easing him into the sensations of being touched and held by another in a gentle and loving manner, so unlike where the young scout came from. His cooling systems were venting a bit more heavily in response to what Barricade was doing with his interface cable and port, and periodic moans encouraged the young mech further.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 14, 2011 18:33:19 GMT -5
Barricade purred more and arched his back into Ironhide's hand, his interface cable snaking forward into Ironhide's grasp as Barricade continued to caress Ironhide's cable, moving his hand up and down the length of the cable. He removed his claw from Ironhide's port to trace armor seams along Ironhide's chest, moving up and around to the shoulders. His optics, though half closed, were bright with curiosity, his engine purring deeply as his vents opened to expel warm air and intake cooler air
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 14, 2011 18:45:01 GMT -5
Ironhide moaned deeply and gently closed his fingers around Barricades cable, caressing it softly. His own cable writhed in Barricade's hand as the tip of it opened, six grasping digits unfolding and tentatively exploring around his hand and wrist. Inside the end was a single tube in the center surrounded by a series of smaller tubes, then around those were rings of tiny holes, the tips of glowing neural threads just visible within them. Slowly, gently, he pulled Barricade a bit closer with one arm as his hand guided his friend's cable close to his own to let them interact. Sensing Barricade's interface cable close, the end of his own cable turned and gingerly reached out to touch and caress with its digits before nuzzling against the still closed end of the younger mechs cable and then down part of its length, lightly entwining with each other a bit, exploring each other. Once their cables had begun to interact with each other, Ironhide moved his hand from there to run along Barricade's hip and thigh, always gentle, always coaxing, always encouraging him tenderly. For one who was such a powerful and steadfast fighter, Ironhide was surprisingly gentle and loving in private.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 14, 2011 18:58:26 GMT -5
A giggle mixed into Barricade's purring as the small digits of the cable found a slightly ticklish spot in his wrist, looking down at the cable, his attention distracted. When Ironhide's cable wrapped around his, his cable responded by opening its tip, wiggling and pulsing against Ironhide's cable as it snaked out further, and found Ironhide's port. It nuzzled against the rim as Barricade removed his hand from Ironhide's cable to wrap both his arms around the older mech's neck loosely, the tips of his claws lightly brushing seams that they came across, but not slipping in.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 14, 2011 20:31:18 GMT -5
Ironhide let out a deep groan as Barricade's cable found his port, and his own cable coiled around Barricade's before connecting to the younger mech's port as well, their fluid, Energon, and sensory neural systems completing the connections in both directions, fully establishing the mutual interface and sending waves of pleasure through them both. Ironhide let out a cry of pleasure and held Barricade close against him, letting himself fall completely into the wondrous sensations with his dear friend in his arms. Every sensation was gradually amplified exponentially between them both until they both felt their systems overload intensely from it.
As the overload subsided between them, Ironhide leaned heavily against the wall, his head resting against the wall, his arms holding Barricade tightly against his chest. After calming down a bit, Ironhide turned, sinking back to lay down on the berth with the smaller mech laying over him, resting in his arms. He kept the mutual interface intact, sending waves of soothing sensations through the link, not unlike caressing and massaging Barricade's sensory neural system from within to relax him, his large hands gently rubbing the smaller mech's back.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 15, 2011 13:48:14 GMT -5
Barricade let out a gasp, which faded into a moan when Ironhide's cable plugged into his port, his own doing the same in Ironhide's port. He hugged Ironhide around the neck and shoulders tightly as he felt the waves of pleasure looping between them over and over, until his systems could not take it and he overloaded.
As the haze of overload slowly faded, Barricade shifted his arms so that they weren't around Ironhide's neck when the larger mech laid back. Between the post-overload feeling and the soothing sensation that Ironhide was sending through their connection, Barricade was finding it incredibly hard to fight recharge. His optics slowly closed, and he left the interface link open so that anything sent through to his systems would also loop and flow back into Ironhide.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 15, 2011 14:41:35 GMT -5
Ironhide remained quiet as he held Barricade, letting the younger mech rest against his broad chest as he continued the soothing sensations through the interface, finding himself unable to resist falling into recharge with his young friend in his arms. Ironhide was content, and the feelings between them echoed in an endless loop as they both fell asleep, at peace.
It was several Micro-Cycles later that Ironhide stirred, his optics flickering open and he found himself laying on his side, Barricade still in his arms with the smaller mech's back pressed against Ironhide's chest, their entwined interface cables still connected to each other's ports and gently draped over Barricade's hip. He smiled softly and nuzzled the back of Barricade's head. Apparently they had shifted in their sleep so they could curl up close together, which Ironhide didn't mind at all. He wasn't sure if his dear friend was still in recharge or if he was awake yet, so he waited quietly, just holding him close.
((Micro-Cycle = Cybertronian Hour, approximately 2.7 Earth Hours))
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Post by Barricade on Sept 15, 2011 17:14:05 GMT -5
Barricade's frame twitched when Ironhide nuzzled the back of his helm, his systems cycling up faster than they normally would as he woke up. Some air was taken in through his vents sharply as his optics snapped open, and soon after that he calmed down some. ~"Well, g'morning to you too, 'Hide."~ He stated in response to the nuzzling, a slight chuckle escaping his vocalizer as he turned his head a bit to try to look at Ironhide.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 15, 2011 18:01:18 GMT -5
Ironhide chuckled and hugged him close, nuzzling his audio receptor plate. ~"Feels good ta come outa recharge with someone here fer once."~ he admitted softly. ~"How ya feelin'?"~ he asked, running one hand along Barricade's chest soothingly as he sent warm, calm, soothing sensations through the interface link.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 15, 2011 18:07:52 GMT -5
Barricade purred lightly at the nuzzling, turning his head a bit more to nuzzle back. ~"A whole lot better than I normally do when I wake up. That was....Primus, that was amazing!"~ He smiled some. ~"I can't believe I didn't find out about that earlier. How does a bot miss something like that?"~
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 15, 2011 18:26:04 GMT -5
Ironhide gently rolled Barricade onto his back so they could look at each other more easily while Ironhide remained on his side, one arm under the younger mech's head, his other hand resting on Barricade's chest. ~"I dunno, suppose is just somethin' that dun always come up fer a mech. Fer you I can understand why it didn't, havin' ta fight fer yer life all the time. But when I saw ya in Kaon, I could see there was somethin' more in there than just another young street bot lost n condemned. Ya have real potential, I could see it in ya, that's why I brought ya ta Iacon, give ya proper trainin' n care, give ya what ya really needed. N now... I dunno... somethin' just caught hold o' me... found myself lookin' at ya a bit differently. Not just a student, more than just a friend..."~ he replied, lowering his gaze slightly. ~"I gotta admit, I like havin' ya here with me. Part o' me dun wanna let the Defense Forces come n take ya away, even with all the opportunities you'll get from that. I know it's yer choice ta go er not, but if they take ya away, I feel like I might never see ya again, n... well... I kinda got rather a bit attached t'ya..."~ he admitted softly, hoping his admission didn't sound creepy or disturbing to the younger mech. Ironhide rarely ever got close to anyone, and he was always careful not to get too attached to the others there at the training base, Instructors and Students alike. There were a rare few though, the oldest of which was Ratchet, a mech he had known since they were young, before the reunification, before Optimus and Megatron first stood as unified leaders of all of Cybertron. While Ironhide did miss the old medic, he at least got to see him regularly. When students left the training facility, they never came back.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 16, 2011 12:02:56 GMT -5
Barricade nuzzled a bit closer to Ironhide's chest. ~"I've been looking at you a bit differently as well, Ironhide."~ He looked at his mentor and friend, red optics glowing softly. ~"My creators couldn't take much care of me when I hatched. I ended up on the streets because they couldn't take care of me, and weren't around much. The gangs were kind of like a family, but they didn't care like a family would. Like you do. You're like a big brother, or even a dad to me..."~
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 16, 2011 12:28:02 GMT -5
Ironhide nodded and wrapped his arms around Barricade, rolling onto his back so the younger mech was laying on top of him. He looked at Barricade thoughtfully then, lightly running his fingertips along the back of Barricade's cranial plating. He had hoped perhaps he had found a potential lover, but he would accept what feelings Barricade offered. He wouldn't press any further with it, though a faint twinge of disappointment could be felt, having all but forgotten the interface was still connected. He remained quiet though, glad that the young mech seemed to want to stay anyway, however he looked on Ironhide, and that thought made Ironhide smile a bit. Perhaps one day, their relationship could grow into something more, but Ironhide was a long lived mech, he could be patient, especially with matters of the Spark.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 16, 2011 12:35:41 GMT -5
Barricade frowned slightly at the twinge of disappointment, and some confusion drifted over the interface connection. He wasn't familiar with the concept of love, and so to him, viewing Ironhide as family was the strongest connection he could feel towards the older mech. He mostly looked at Ironhide as being a parental figure, which was significant to Barricade because of the distance and dissociation he felt towards his creators. A couple small memories drifted over the connection, without Barricade meaning to, showing some of the time he spent alone with nothing to do, his creators working or recharging, never really interacting with him.
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