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Post by Ironhide on Sept 20, 2011 22:22:48 GMT -5
Ironhide looked at Barricade, a shimmer of need in his optics, though he tried so hard to hide it, not wanting to scare Barricade. He nodded and reached up to touch Barricade's cheek tenderly. ~"I trust ya, 'Cade... with all my Spark... I love ya..."~ he whispered in response, trying desperately to keep his hips from bucking against the younger mech in askance.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 20, 2011 22:38:47 GMT -5
Barricade nodded, then coaxed Ironhide's cable to plug into his port. He could guess that it wasn't quite the same as interfacing with another, but he also guessed that it might be something more than simply self-servicing. Once the cable connected, Barricade began stroking the sides, running the edges of his claws along the length of the exposed cable. He brought one hand away from the cable to gently rub over seams and gaps in the armor around the interface module, seeking out sensitive spots from so long ago.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 20, 2011 23:06:26 GMT -5
Ironhide gasped and arched his frame in response as his own cable gently grasped the rim of his port and the internal connections were made, sending a wave of need and pleasure through him and his hand slipped to grab hold of Barricade's shoulder, his other hand tightening on his hip. He let out soft moans as his dear friend caressed his interface cable and found the sensitive spots around the faceplate of his interface module. ~"Oh Primus, 'Cade..."~ he breathed, letting himself fall into the sensations he was feeling, the sweet gift his dear love was giving him, even if Barricade was too afraid to directly interface with him yet. Ironhide would accept this graciously and show how much he appreciated it by simply allowing the younger mech the time he needed and letting him take each step on his own terms.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 20, 2011 23:52:07 GMT -5
When Barricade found a spot that seemed to provoke more of a pleasant reaction, he paid more attention to it, though he did not linger for long, making sure to move on and find other areas to stimulate. He smiled at the presence of Ironhide's hand on his shoulder, and managed to not flinch when Ironhide's grip on his hip tightened. ~"Anywhere particularly good you want me to go, or do you want to make me look for it?"~ His tone was light and teasing, another way to chase off the demons.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 21, 2011 0:01:47 GMT -5
Ironhide fought to keep his groin plates closed no matter how painfully his sensory rod pushed to get free, but he brought his hand from Barricade's hip to gently grasp his hand, moving it to place it over his looped interface cable with a shivering moan. He then brought his other hand down along Barricade's arm, following it to his hand. He then brought that hand up to rest on his chest, holding it tightly there for a moment before trailing Barricade's hand down his chest along the seams of his armor to his side, then let go of his hands and gripped the berth beneath him tightly.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 21, 2011 0:26:22 GMT -5
Barricade let Ironhide move his hands to where he wanted them to be. The hand that had been moved to Ironhide's interface cable gently wrapped the cable around his wrist once, then began stroking where the cable and port met, as well as some of the cable that extended from the connection at the port. The other hand, which Ironhide had placed on his chest, then trailed down to his side, began massaging the armor seam in the burly black mech's side. A memory came to him, and he gently slipped his long claws into the seam, claws that had once torn into the black armor now gently stroked and pinched wires underneath the armor. ~"If you need to release it, release it. I...I'll be alright."~ He looked at Ironhide with sincerity and trust in his optics.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 21, 2011 0:35:23 GMT -5
Ironhide shuddered and let out a deep moan then and his groin plates finally shifted, a deep cry rolling out of Ironhide as his sensory rod slipped free. It was segmented and smooth with a gently rounded tip, each segment edged with a soft almost rubbery ridge and dotted with the glowing tips of sensory neural threads, the indented sections between the segments already glistening with shimmering clear neural conductive fluid. There was nothing sharp, jagged, or dangerous at all about Ironhide's sensory rod and seemed every bit as gentle as he was as it slid free and laid against his lower abdominal plates, the end of it reaching up just past where his interface cable emerged from. His hands moved up to caress Barricade's sides a bit, then just held him there, his blue optics bright with unquenched need, tenderness, and love as he looked at Barricade, nodding slightly before closing his optics and tilting his head back with a deep moan.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 21, 2011 1:01:37 GMT -5
Barricade shifted his gaze from Ironhide's optics to his sensory rod, taking in all the differences. It looked...nothing like what the Dreads had, and it made him vent slightly in relief. He looked up again, and could see the need in Ironhide's optics. He wanted to help Ironhide, he truly did, but he wasn't sure how. A thought occurred to him, and his faceplates lit up in realization. He moved the hand that was at Ironhide's side so that he could lightly stroke the glistening rod, the other one continuing to caress and gently squeeze Ironhide's cable. His optics looked up at Ironhide's once more, the same question obvious, hanging unspoken in the air.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 21, 2011 1:24:55 GMT -5
As Barricade caressed and stroked Ironhide's interface and sensory rod, the big mech gasped and let out a desperate moan, his hips rocking in rhythm with Barricade's hands. More fluid seeped from the dark pores between the rod segments and with the younger mech's tender attentions, made the entire thing slick and very sensitive. The more the smaller mech rubbed and stroked him, the more urgent Ironhide's moans and cries became, his chassis writhing gently in response to such gentle touches. As gentle as Barricade was, it didn't take long before Ironhide was almost bucking against his hands, his own large hands holding tightly to Barricade's sides, unwilling to let go and unable to pull him closer than where he was straddling the larger mech's thighs. His moans grew louder and more urgent until he couldn't hold out any longer, feeling his systems about ready to explode at any moment. ~"Oh Primus, Barricade, I love ya, I need ya!"~ he cried out suddenly and nearly screamed as the overload took him, his whole frame arching upwards against the gentle spasms of his hips trying to keep the pleasure going through the release.
Once the rapture had finally passed, he slowly collapsed against the wall, his entire frame relaxing under Barricade's soft touch. For Ironhide, it was the beginning of a true reconciliation and reunion with Barricade, and he knew that for Barricade it was the first vital step towards banishing the horrors of what the Dreads had done to him. When Ironhide had finally calmed down enough, he looked at Barricade as he slowly retracted his sensory rod and interface cable. ~"Barricade..."~ he murmured softly and gently coaxed the smaller mech to lay down against his broad chest, curling his arms around him protectively. ~"Ya didn't have ta do all that just fer me, what about yer needs?"~ he asked softly, wondering if he would be willing to let Ironhide help him or if he would prefer to deal with it on his own for now.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 21, 2011 17:26:34 GMT -5
Barricade allowed Ironhide to pull him closer, nuzzling once more against the larger mech's armor. ~"'M fine, 'Hide. I'll be alright."~ In truth, his interface systems was tingling with need, but he'd barely touched his equipment since he'd finally gotten away from the Dreads. Unlike his armor, his interface systems still bore the scars from his time with the three sadistic Decepticons.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 21, 2011 18:05:02 GMT -5
Ironhide remained concerned and rubbed his back soothingly. ~"I know what it's like ta need, 'Cade. It's like bein' Energon starved, but no amount o' Energon'll quench it."~ he offered softly, still rubbing the smaller mech's back. ~"I won't hurt ya, n I'll only go as far as ya let me, but if ya wanna deal with it on yer own fer now, I understand."~ he offered, just hugging him close. He knew he would have to leave soon to go on his usual rounds for the day, but he was loathe to leave his friend like this, especially now that he knew what nightmares Barricade had gone through during their separation, the things that had been done to him. Inwardly he wished Barricade hadn't left, wish he had stayed even after having hurt Ironhide as badly as he did. Then he could have gone with Ironhide to the Autobots and wouldn't have had to go through such horrific torture at Decepticon hands, especially the Dreads. He kept such thoughts quiet though, deciding there was no point in going over what could have been. Barricade was here now, in his arms, and that was precisely how Ironhide wanted to to stay.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 21, 2011 18:37:45 GMT -5
Barricade purred and arched his back into the rubbing. ~"I'll be alright."~ He repeated, with a bit of firm instance. He nuzzled more against Ironhide, then looked up so he could look at Ironhide's face. ~"You're gonna have to go soon so you can do your work for the day, aren't you?"~ There was no pleading in his optics or voice, just a simple question, and an underlying acceptance if it was the case. ~"I know I can't keep you all the time."~ He laughed a bit, his tone joking.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 21, 2011 19:07:22 GMT -5
Ironhide's engine rumbled softly a bit and he nodded. ~"I dun wanna."~ he retorted in a mock grumpy tone, though he couldn't help but smile at Barricade. He sat up more fully then so Barricade was more at optic level with him and rested his forehead against the younger mech's. ~"I'm almost afraid that if I go, ya won't be here when I get back."~ he admitted softly, his hands still rubbing Barricade's back as he held him. ~"Just, please dun run away again? I know ye'll have ta go at some point but, just... be safe n let me know yer okay... n come back ta me as soon as ya can..."~ he urged softly, his bright blue optics looking into Barricade's main red ones. ~"I only just barely got ya back n I dun wanna lose ya again."~ he added in a whisper, then gently tilted his head and gave Barricade a soft kiss, then nuzzled his cheek against Barricade's and buried his face against the younger mech's shoulder as he held him tightly for a few moments.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 21, 2011 19:47:23 GMT -5
~"I won't leave without saying goodbye. Promise."~ Barricade responded, nuzzling his head into Ironhide's neck. ~"You're not gonna loose me. 'M too stubborn and aft-headed for that. 'Punk-ass Decepticon,' remember?"~ He joked, using one of Ironhide's nicknames for members of the Decepticon faction. ~"universe is gonna have to try harder to get rid of me."
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 21, 2011 21:51:18 GMT -5
Ironhide chuckled a bit and tightened the hug. ~"Naw, just a lil Scraplet. But yer my lil Scraplet."~ he replied, then pulled his head back enough to look at Barricade. ~"Right?"~ he added as much to get confirmation for himself as anything else. ~"My lil Sprite..."~ he whispered softly then, closing his optics and resting his forehead against Barricade's once more. ~"I just want this Primus forsaken war ta end... Then we won't have ta be apart no more n I can just hold ya n have ya here with me, like we used to..."~ He opened his optics to look at the younger mech. ~"No, better..."~ he amended with a smile.
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