Whispers In The Dark

[Barricade]

He couldn't help the grin that spread across his features, deeply pleased that he'd gotten such a reaction out of the smaller mech. Even though doing this was against his natural tendency, it made Jazz happy in a fashion and that was all that mattered. Whatever was going on between them there wasn't really much he could do against it. The sound itself resonated out from his spark, amplifying as it hit his speakers and went out. Which was why it was so loud. Clawed hands idled against the others hips for a moment then reached up to curl at either side of Jazz's face. "That is simply unacceptable." He snagged him at the waist and lifted him bodily from his lap, putting the little mech's pedes back on the floor.

"If music pleases you then I have no problem playing it. I hear it often enough." He sacrificed the comfort of his spark so that perhaps Jazz would be temporarily happy. He was hoping the other would dance for him, since his song had a really strong beat to it that reverberated off the walls. Apparently the battle bridge of the Harbringer had good acoustics.

He leaned forward somewhat in the chair he'd been seated in, watching the other mech with his entire attention. Though his spark's song already had a beat to it he ran it through several hastily accessed programs he found from the internet and filtered it through them until he got something he hoped would push the other into feeling the music the way it seemed he wished to.

"This is not my talent, but I believe it is acceptable." After all, what did a soldier know about the ways of an artist?

@jazz

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     Jazz had been content where he was on Barricade's lap, swaying side to side as his spark sang in response to the other's. When the mech's claws rested against his hips he moved them right along with him, not phased in the slightest bit by the touch. It almost seemed to give him an extra boost, like his touch actually meant something. When he was then removed from Cade's lap he was worried that he had done something wrong and looked at the mech quizzically... at least until the music started to play. He started to become concerned and would have protested Barricade pushing his spark like this but... would it really hurt?

     Though Jazz never gave up dancing and listening to music, playing his own and dancing for others? That had been something he dug a deep hole and buried a long time ago- back before the war ever started. Though here he was now, with his spark fluttering in his chamber, with Barricade watching him with those intense and silently demanding optics of his. The music was loud and he did his best to stop himself from even so much as moving, instead standing there like a lost lamb not knowing what to do. Jazz did, though, and so did another that he had written off. He brought a servo to his lips to cover them as they parted slightly and he vented loudly that way. His visor dimmed, flashed, dimmed again and brightened, then dimmed down to almost non existent. It was almost as if the change in environment and Barricade's presence was tapping into something.

     And it did. Deep within the recesses of his memory core, with everything else of his past that he buried, something stirred and craved to be awakened.

     Something changed about Jazz at that moment. The more he listened to the music, the more that his spark pulsed in rhythm in his chamber, and the more he started to move. It started off slow, Jazz's servos moving to the sides of his helm as he swayed with that same pace as he had when he had been in Cade's lap. This went on for a while, as though Jazz were trying to get a feel for the music- or that he was tapping into someone or something else. Just then it was as if a switch had been flicked and Jazz started to break into a full motion dance, moving in ways that he shouldn't have been able to with every part of his frame moving. The agile mech was showing off his entire range of flexibility with the music and displaying the reasoning behind why he was so sought after for private shows. Everything moved fluidly, odd for such a top-heavy built mech, but somehow it worked for him. While his shoulders rolled his waist twisted about from one side to another which forced his hips to follow. Pedes stepped lightly, almost tiptoeing as he danced from either toe-to-heel steps or slides across the floor. He would turn and face one direction and then the other, dangerously silent in his movements. Though it wasn't only his bulky chassis that got into it.

     As he moved his servos explored. They had started at his helm and raised above it, one servo sliding down the arm of the other and tracing around to the back of his helm and finally to his faceplate, the other following the gesture a little faster to catch up. Those servos crept along, touching on various parts of his frame that moved from the top to bottom... all the way to the bottom. This included his legs, which had stopped just long enough for him to bend at the hips and run those servos along both of his upper legs to his knees. He then looked back at Cade and smirked then started to stand again, purposely rolling those hips of his and arching his back until he was standing straight again. Again he turned to face Cade and went to him with the intention to stir him up as well. Jazz leaned over to stare at him, his visor still dimmed down to the bare minimum and placed his servos against the Hunter's upper legs, moving in close to where his lips were so close that the air he vented out could be felt. The slightest movement and they would meet.

     "Ya don't seem like the sit back and watch type." Jazz tilted his helm to the side slightly and nipped at his bottom lip with a smile, indicating his playful indications. "Figured ya to be more... hands on." 

Barricade

[Barricade]

The sound started pulsing off the walls, entrancing the hunter since he'd never heard it this loudly before. It was the song of his spark, and it was just as wild as the mech himself. And apparently Jazz really liked it, if the show he was putting on was of any indication. But through it all his gaze remained fixed on the smaller mech, not missing a single movement from the other.

"You have no idea." He growled out at the other, the sound adding a bass beat to the music channeling through his systems. The growl got steadily louder until it came out of him with every intake he took. He was hunter sparked, he wasn't mild by any standard of the word. His frame was tense, control barely holding as the other teased him and basically tormented him in a way he didn't think Jazz was capable of. "None. At. All." Claws dug into the chair he was sitting in, forcing his frame to remain still despite the frantic pulsing in his spark to just do something. To grab the other and show him why he was the better choice. Barricade shook his head slowly to clear that thought before it had a chance to take root in his processors.

His intakes were starting to work too hard, his frame heating and riling up just the way Jazz had wanted. "You do not get to play with me Jazz." He let one hand come up and hitched his claws into the armor in the very center of the other's chassis. It wasn't meant to hurt him, not at all, more like a show of intent. If Jazz pushed him he wouldn't like what he did to him. Or...perhaps he would, but he wasn't sure he wanted to find out the answer to that question.

Too close, and the sound vibrating through him was loud even to his own audios, and the sensation of being soothed and riled at the same time was confusing his spark so much. It didn't know if it wanted to bask in the strength as it returned or use that little bit of strength to deal with Jazz's teasing.

@jazz

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     Jazz was not deterred by Barricade's gesture and only smirked in such a way that he would have laughed had he not been so close to him. He kept his lips from Cade's for the time being even though he was tugging him as though wanting what Jazz was playfully offering.

     "Oh? I don't get ta play with ya? Funny..." He didn't miss a beat and though he wasn't giving Barricade what he seemed to go for just yet, he did react to the Hunter's tug.  "Because you've been playin' with me this entire time. Teasin' m'spark with that beautiful music..." He moved his servos and crawled back into his lap. His legs were bent at the knees which were tucked under him and pressed to either side of Barricade's legs. "Touchin' me and lettin' me get close to ya in spite of your hesitations..." Jazz tilted his helm to the side again and leaned in close, though paused there momentarily. He fit just perfectly against the larger Hunter, odd, considering their size difference. "Makin' me dance for ya and watchin' me with them hungry optics. Stop teasin' me, Cade. I know what your spark wants. Mine wants it, too."

     With that Jazz closed the gap between them and locked Cade in a brief kiss. Jazz had his own hunger behind it and he pressed in, as though eager now that he was finally able to satisfy himself. There was a loud purr from his engine at this move and his entire frame got into it, trembling in eagerness at the satisfaction that he had completed his goal of tasting the other. When he broke the kiss he lightly bit on the Hunter's bottom lip with a smirk before releasing him. His visor was flickering again, reflecting that playful, lustful urge that had riled up from within Jazz. Barricade had triggered this and now it would be a hard thing to turn off.

     "I think I got every right ta play with'cha. You're a bad mech, Barricade... and I like to play with your kinda type. I can't help but wanna." Jazz's voice dropped to a whisper and he nipped at Cade's mouth again. There really was no helping the urge that the saboteur had right now. "... Ya'll make the best partners in the berth. Oh, Cade. This is your fault. Now I can't help myself..."

Barricade

[Barricade]

His intakes hitched, frame heating far quicker than his internal systems could compensate for. Which he wasn't surprised over, seeing as he had a lapful of amorous saboteur. With Jazz back in his lap he had a moment to wonder where he was putting his hands before the others words and actions chose for him. Claws hitched into the plating at the others waist, doing his best to contain himself when everything he had told him to just let the little glitch have it, to show him exactly why you shouldn't tease someone who was hunter sparked. He wanted...so many things, but at the moment he wanted his spark to stop singing vocally at the other so that he could think straight. In a way, perhaps, he'd done it to himself in playing the music of his spark for Jazz, and now was paying for that choice.

"I am not teasing you." No, he'd been trying to make the other happy. For whatever reason, that was something that had to happen, it was paramount. "Intentionally."

He hadn't expected the little Autobot to kiss him, nor for said kiss to hold a level of intensity and need that he hadn't experienced in a berth partner in years. Well, that was different. His engine growled loudly, finally drowning out the music that had been coming from his spark. He was officially riled up, heat radiating off his frame in waves. So then, what was stopping him?

It was his spark that answered his question, and it did so when it threw itself forward against the front of its casing and caused the big mech to flinch. It didn't do it just once either, but over and over as it tried very hard to get to Jazz's spark. He didn't really want to stop the other, but the pain was getting nearly unbearable. "Easy mech." He told the other, tones harsh and intakes working far too hard for the fact that he was barely contributing. "There is nothing I would like more than to spend the next however many hours showing you exactly what 'my type' of mech does when pressed." His spark seized in his chassis and this time the wince was physical. "Unfortunately, you are starting to hurt me." And that made for no one having fun, unless it was done intentionally.

@jazz

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     Jazz was clearly disappointed in this, partly because now he wasn't going to get the thing he had intended on, and partly because he had actually caused Barricade pain. That had been far from what he wanted to do when he had moved into Barricade's lap but now that it was clear something was wrong with their closeness ( as he didn't seem to have issue when they had a tad more space between them ), he thought it best he move on.

     "I'm sorry, sweet spark," Jazz cooed at the other mech, leaning in to kiss him again. There was no hiding that he wished he had been able to carry this further but at the moment? He had to force himself to stop thinking about the tension in his frame and about the mech who was before him in need of medical assistance. After the kiss, he traced his lips with one one index digit before drawing away from him. He had been careful to not touch anything that would lead Barricade to 'jump his bones' so to speak and defeat the purpose of this. Once standing he took a step back for just a little more space and stared at his coulda-woulda-shoulda berth partner curiously.

     "Tell me how I can help you. I want'cha better."

     The saboteur moved from one pede to another, pacing in place rather nervously. He wasn't coming down as quickly as he would have liked and it made him terribly uncomfortable, which his faceplate showed by the way he was still gritting his denta and biting his bottom lip. Jazz idly rubbed one arm and cleared his throat of really nothing. More signs of the heightened sensitivity to his frame and lack of tension release.

     "Tell me what I should do for ya, Cade..."

Barricade

[Barricade]

Barricade rumbled at the small mech when he was kissed again, contemplating his next move. So, he couldn't let Jazz touch him, his spark wouldn't take the strain of throwing itself at the other mech long enough to enjoy being that close. However, there were other options. He supposed it depended on rather or not the other was game to alternative ideas.

It didn't bother him, these sorts of encounters. Primus knew he'd had plenty of them over the years, and he wasn't entirely picky on who he was with. It had nothing to do with love. Just two individuals with needs being met. So that was fine. Now, once he picked someone to be his, and was accepted by that someone, he'd never look at another again. He was loyal, if nothing else. But that was aside the point at the moment.

So his intent gaze fell on the other again, his spark starting to settle as it regained strength at the proximity. "At this point I believe only Ratchet can help me. I need a medic."

He pushed to his pedes slowly, keeping one clawed hand on the chair to maintain his balance, and snatched Jazz in close to him. "However, there is something I can do for you." He made sure he had a hand between his chassis and Jazz's, the other hitched behind the other's back to pin him into place. "Now, then, keep your hands to yourself." And if he tried it anyway he had energon handcuffs in his subspace.

It would be hours before he turned the other mech loose, not until he was absolutely certain the other was little better than a pile of satisfied saboteur.

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